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"In the animal world, forgiveness is a luxury, and killing is the safest option. When you force someone to live like an animal, don't ask him to be kind like a nobleman. - "Black Sun"

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"Please, be merciful......" Dai Lu stood stiffly in front of the stairs, slowly raising his arms and pleading with the ambusher behind him, his facial features pitiful like a child full of fear: "I just do what I am told......"

The blade of the light blade slowly poked out from behind Dai Lu's long hair, close to Dai Lu's neck. The permed hair fell one after another, like an autumn harvest. Dai Lu glanced at the approaching elegant blade of light, only to feel creepy, his teeth chattering, and his body trembling.

Mo Qiu and Tan Hua stopped abruptly on the steps, looked back in shock, and looked at Dai Lu, whose life was hanging by a thread.

Just now, they reached a consensus and quickly rushed to the center of the pyramid, and saw that the spell stone door leading to Karma's containment chamber had been violently destroyed, revealing the steps leading to the second floor. Tan Hua and Moqiu concluded that Madrigal had already rushed to the Aya's containment chamber first, so they chased after him. Dai Lu was naturally lagging behind—he thought it was safer.

They never expected that Madrigal would use the vanishing technique again, standing motionless at the bottom of the steps, breathless, and waiting for the rabbit. When Tan Hua and Moqiu rushed up the steps and Dai Lu followed, Madrigal regained his breath and showed his figure, and the qiguang knife stabbed through Dai Lu's left rib with a "poof".

Dai Lu was strung on an air knife, but it didn't hurt the vital point, so when he was slightly provoked by Madrigal, Dai Lu could still raise his hands on tiptoe and beg for mercy. He begged the Pastoral not to behead him.

The hunting team clearly knew that when Madrigal was invisible, he had to breathe and not move at all, which was difficult to last. Even so, they still bury their lives over and over again - as if their character and psychology are all visible in the observation of the madrigal, and their emotions and shortcomings are interlocked in the deduction of the madrigal, and there is nothing to hide.

This made Tan Hua feel helpless, he was angry, and he was even more frightened, and the ordinary and numb mask of the pastoral song was constantly distorted in Tan Hua's perspective, like the true face of death.

When Tan Hua was staring at Pastoral Ge in a messy daze, Mo Qiu frowned and stretched out his hand to stop Pastoral Ge: "Wait a minute! Pastoral Ge, we can talk about it." We don't need more corpses. ”

"Yes...... Yes!" Dai Lu trembled and shouted, he was already incoherent: "Pastoral, we can talk!"

"How do you know Xiao is my woman?" the cold voice floated from the back of Dai Lu's neck, camouflaged by the audio of the iron mask, this voice was inhuman, and made Dai Lu shudder.

"Look, we can talk. Don't kill Dailu, I'll satisfy your curiosity as much as I can......" Murchu is a seasoned negotiator who tries to stabilize the situation.

Tan Hua suddenly burst into a shout: "I can't say it!" This sudden interjection frightened Mo Qiu, and he was suddenly in chaos, and roared at Tan Hua: "But my warrior is about to die!"

Dai Lu was so frightened by Tan Hua that he closed his eyes and waited for death.

In Tan Hua's understanding, Madrigal could only fight back against those two-star warriors, and could not compete with one-star martial gods. Therefore, Tan Hua heroically occupied the commanding heights of morality and pointed fingers at Moqiu: "Pastoral is morally corrupt, and if you kill your compatriots, you will be judged by justice!" Our task is to subdue this murderer, not to give in to terror!"

Mo Qiu was so angry with Tan Hua that he was angry, but he was trying to give first aid to people and had no time to psychologically treat Tan Hua. Mo Qiu forcibly kept his calm, not only ignored Tan Hua, but stretched out his hands and tried to reach a consensus with Pastoral: "Pastoral, I won't do this business, let go of Dai Lu, I promise to withdraw from the battle, the sun is above! Please show a little noble benevolence......

Pastoral's light knife did not move at all, which made Moqiu wipe his sweat gratefully, and then glanced at Tan Hua, meaning "I finally saved Dai Lu's life." ”

Tan Hua reciprocated with appreciative eyes, then stared at the pastoral song solemnly, exuding the aura of a king and a tyrant all over his body, and shouted with awe: "Pastoral Song! If you are still a human being, I believe that your conscience will ......."

Madrigal let out an angry sneer.

Murphy clutched his cheeks in disbelief.

I saw the light waving across Dai Lu's neck, and a headless corpse fell down with a bang, and the cavity was still "sizzling" wildly, and Madrigal was carrying Dai Lu's long hair like a lantern, showing it to Tan Hua like a demonstration.

Tan Hua was stunned.

Murchu didn't want to condemn the pastoral at all. He shouted at Tan Hua like crazy: "Didn't you realize how stupid you were? My negotiations were on the right track! You ruined my efforts with one sentence!"

Tan Hua argued: "I want to strengthen the tone ......"

Mo Qiu was out of anger and shouted hoarsely at Tan Hua: "!! You hurry up and face this fact, you are!"

Tan Hua stared at Moqiu angrily: "I now know why you were kicked out of the fleet." ”

Moqiu wanted to rebel and take refuge in Pastoral Song, because Moqiu had an urge to dismantle Tan Hua into pieces.

Tan Hua turned his head to look at the pool of blood, the madrigal was gone, and only Dai Lu's neck was spraying a trickle towards the floor. He asked Mercury, "What about the madrigal?"

"Didn't you stare at the madrigal!" Murchu chattered with anger.

Tan Hua used his ten years of rich experience in politics to skillfully kick the ball to Moqiu: "You are practicing the art of swift martial arts, isn't it your duty to track the madrigal?"

Moqiu realized that Tan Hua's greatness was that although he was overstretched against his enemies, he was able to deal with his own kind with ease, and he was invincible. Mo Qiu didn't want to have any more communication with Tan Hua, and he vowed never to take orders from bureaucrats again.

"Go up to the second floor!" Moqiu commanded simply, and then rushed to Aya's containment chamber alone.

The corridors leading to the containment chamber became intricate, and only the fastest Inkhill could keep up with the madrigal's footsteps. Snake-twisting blood troughs converged from all directions, and the air was filled with a fishy sweet smell, and Murqiu knew that he had come to the most forbidden place—the location of the Karma Container.

Tan Hua couldn't catch up with Moqiu. As he panted and rushed into the mausoleum where Inkhill stood, he was stunned by what he saw.

The floor of the mausoleum is made of expensive obsidian, and the floor is carved with an intricately exaggerated feathered serpent pattern, which contrasts with the hideous human face on the golden coffin. Nine helmets, orderly in the center of the burial chamber, enshrine the central golden coffin like stars and moons, and uncomfortably, the head is still in the helmet.

A silent figure spread his arms selflessly, his spurting light blasting straight towards the coffin, refracting into nine golden rays, scanning the nine heads separately - under the surge of majestic power, the gravitational force was eerily canceled out, and the nine heads floated in the air and swayed, as if trembling in front of the ultimate fear.

"He's gathered the nine gods and tried to free Aya's container from the confined space!" Murphy shouted hoarsely, "Stop him!"

Tan Hua can only sneak attack without a teacher. Before Moqiu could explain "how to stop it", Tan Hua had already rushed forward, roaring "Pastoral!", and stabbed a lightsaber at Mastoral.