After confirming that the opponent was incapacitated, Austin stepped forward and removed his opponent's arms and wings as well, but did not take his life, leaving him to roll on the ground in severe pain, and let out a weaker and weaker scream in vain.

The fierce soldier condensed by the blue flames re-transformed into a serpentine creature that hovered in the air and swirled around Austin. Although he had put away the source power he had released, the bloody aura in the air had become stronger and stronger as time passed, and there was a faint sweetness.

Austin glanced at the field, and then went to make up for the first "first-class type" who appeared, and then began to carefully look at the strange scene that he didn't have time to pay attention to just now.

There were three winged people in total, and the blood flowing from the wounds was a bright yellow, and it was not just a vulgar yellow like gold, but it was bright and warm, like the sun leaking from the sky.

The yellow viscous liquid was like processed oil, and after the fierce battle, the potholes and uneven ground meandered, breaking through the darkness specially composed of the alchemy matrix on the surrounding walls, and gradually outlining the outline of the Winged Man in the eyes of ordinary people, accompanied by bursts of screams and curses, making people shudder.

It's as if there is a mad painter who uses abstract techniques to depict the end times in his mind on a black curtain.

In the darkness, a filthy light shines.

Austin watched all this, and the fact that he didn't harvest lives was not because he was merciful, but because he wanted to make his opponents feel more pain, and he wanted to see how they trembled in fear.

The moment the golden blood appeared, a disgust that penetrated deep into the bone marrow suddenly appeared in his heart, like a hungry wolf and a hyena meeting in the wilderness, wary of each other and full of contempt, and a thought suddenly exploded in his heart: Kill, kill them all! This hypocritical, filthy, and powerful bloodline should be buried forever in the depths of hell, enjoying the magma in the depths of hell!

Austin, who had always relied on combat instinct over tactical skill, hesitated for a moment, and then did not suppress the thoughts in his heart at all, allowing it to master himself and torture his enemies with the most straightforward means - knowing that death would come sooner or later, he could only watch his own blood flow to the ground.

And then - Zoro heard a somewhat hoarse voice in the room, "Come again." ”

This cold question echoed in the closed field, and it seemed a little abrupt in the fading screams.

"What?" Zoro was stunned for a moment, then looked at Austin who was asking.

"I said," Austin's tone was filled with a faint were, and he raised his head as he tried to see the man under the pillar of light, so clear that every wrinkle trembled, "isn......'t this a test? Go on. ”

Facing the bloodshot eyes, the red in the pupils was about to cover the original turquoise of the eyes, and the cold blue rolled up an inviolable storm, Zoro suddenly felt that he was being looked down on condescendingly, and there was a dagger with poison against his waist behind him.

Zoro quietly retracted a slightly backward step, his angry expression flashed, but at the moment when everyone didn't notice, he changed back to his kind mask, and smiled at Austin: "Sure enough, it was the back wave that pushed the front wave, and I didn't have the courage of you when I was young." ”

"Huh...... Thank you for your broad-mindedness and forgiveness for my offense. Austin took a deep breath, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, and when he opened them again, he had regained his composure, "Since you didn't answer my question...... Is that the end of it?"

Zoro stretched out two dry but slender fingers, rubbed the sore muscles of his face vigorously, and smirked more often when he met Austin, and despite the strange gazes of the people around him, he spoke again: "Of course, of course, although we still have the third and fourth types, but that kind of griffin warrior is too expensive, and in this situation it is definitely not your opponent, so it will not be a shame to take it out." ”

Now Austin's reason has been withdrawn from the inexplicable anger in his heart, and he is sensitive to the few words proposed in the other party's words, but he did not immediately break it, but just asked: "'Griffin Warrior', is this the name you gave these creatures?"

"Yes, how do you feel? Griffins, a race that existed during the Ancient Council of the Hundred Tribes, have the body of a lion head and an eagle, the strength of their flesh, and the use of elements can reach the level of the sixth to seventh orders today, but according to the records, they are most praised—or notorious, for their sinister and cunning character. Do you feel very appropriate about the works you are facing today?"

Austin tugged at the corners of his mouth a little far-fetched, made a laughing expression, and said, "So, your so-called great project is to copy—or rediscover, and tame these ancient bloodline relics?"