Far away from Brittus, on the outskirts of the city of Makhnora, the barren desert is shrouded in a bright moon, and two ghostly figures quickly shuttle and collide, stirring up layers of huge waves and sandstorms.

They had fought for more than two days and two nights, from the outskirts of Makhnora to the depths of the desert, into a territory where they would not be disturbed by outsiders.

Alger struck Boss Hand with his greatsword, its sharp blade glowing in the moonlight, and in front of him, the desert opened its mouth like a monstrous beast, and a roaring wind came from the depths of the desert and drifted towards Makhnora.

The desert behemoth was severed and split into more sand and dirt figures, like inferior mummies dug up from the bottom of a pyramid, with only mouths on their faces.

Boss Hand stood on the dunes to control the Sand Figures to continue their attack, and they quickly ran towards Alger, craving for flesh and blood since they first took shape, hugging his body in an attempt to eat him.

Alger quickly flipped his wrist and shattered the clay figures in an instant, only they could move even if they had only their severed arms left, and half of their arms converged on the sand as if they had fallen into a locust lair.

"Endless worms, you guy, if you have the guts, come down and fight me, don't control these dead things!"

"Wait until you touch me, pestering cat. ”

The energies collided and even produced visions, but there were no spectators in this fierce battle, and when the roar reached the city of Makhnora, people could only hear the wind howling.

Boss Hande controls the sand and gravel with both hands, and in this desert, as long as there is no sand and gravel controller who is more skilled than him, he is the king of the desert.

For the little witch hunter, he didn't pay attention to it yet.

It's just that he can understand the words conveyed in the eyes of the chubby boss, that is, play with this man casually, but don't play to death, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

Although there are various conflicts of interest within the Black Street, including the redistribution of resources after the new Norman government came to power, they are at least unanimous in their efforts to protect the interests of the Black Street.

However, it is still possible to teach such provocateurs a lesson, and it is still possible......

Boss Hand took out a small flying machine slightly larger than the palm of his hand from his pocket, this thing is just some gadgets sent by the new Norman government after it came to power, I heard that the latest power source is used, and it can be used to do something at this moment.

The propeller slowly rotated as Boss Hand's knob moved, and the craft quickly reached an altitude beyond the reach of humans, with a small piece of explosive strapped to it, which the men said would explode if there was a violent collision.

"Such a small thing should not pose a life-threatening threat to the capable. ”

Boss Hande doesn't study much about these things, or the entire mysterious world knows more about technology, and only the Oude Holy See, who has never left the sight of ordinary society.

Strictly speaking, these little things are just experimental objects, and they have no practical use, and these small things are all invented by scientists in ordinary society.

Capable people in the mysterious world prefer to spend their time improving their strength and abilities. Even the very few who call themselves alchemists have devoted their energies to developing special weapons that are more effective against goblins, or easily portable assembled weapons like Alger's greatsword.

After all, these things are more popular in the mysterious world and are super profitable.

The small flying machine slowly flew directly above Alger, and then a stone hit the propeller, and it fell like a broken kite.

Alger's attention is entirely on his feet, his ankles are often grabbed by clay figures breaking through the sand, and the sudden touch and sinking sensation always makes people feel a little frightened.

After all, no matter whether it is a hand or a worm that comes out, something that comes out of the ground is always unlucky.

By the time he realized that the faint shadow was rapidly expanding above his head, Alger had just spun around and used his superb swordsmanship to return the clay puppet to the sand.

Although the free fall was not as fast as Alger's reaction speed, the sudden falling object only made him subconsciously block it with a big sword, because he didn't know what the three abbreviated letters printed on the aircraft represented, he thought it was just an ordinary hidden weapon.

Until the explosion occurred, the eardrum was instantly reduced to fragments, and the strong pungent smell poured into the nasal cavity and mouth, and the fragile membrane tissue in the body was torn at the same time, and the outer garment quickly turned black and turned into ashes at the moment of the explosion.

Alger was instantly blown out hundreds of meters away by a small new type of explosive, and the sand dunes were also stormed by the powerful impact, and the yellow sand flew all over the sky, and the boss of Hande quickly controlled the sand and rocks to calm down.

He didn't speak, but his eyes widened.

"Damn, how can this thing be so powerful, are those ordinary people studying this kind of thing every day!"

“......”

“...... That guy, you're not going to be blown up, are you?"

The clay dolls closer to the center of the explosion were all blown to pieces, leaving no severed limbs and stumps left, but the boss of Hande didn't care about calculating the losses, and quickly recovered the remaining clay dolls, so that the desert could be restored to peace.

The sand dunes moved quickly, sending Boss Hand to Alger's side, and he saw that the poor witch hunter was bleeding from all his orifices, his upper skin and half of his scalp burned to carbon by the scorching impact, and still oozing blood.

And Alger, with only a faint breath left.

......

It's a new day in Magnora, and John, who is enjoying life in the city, also gets up from the soft down bed, stretches comfortably, and pinchs the beauty next to him twice.

He had been in this luxurious suite for two days, and although he still had a lot of gold pounds in his hand, this extravagant life would quickly consume his limited wealth, and John needed to find something to do in the city to avoid sitting on the sidelines.

According to the blonde beauty, there are many ways to make quick money in the city of Makhnora, depending on which path John intends to take.

If there is a certain amount of capital who comes here, they will naturally devote themselves to the most famous industry of Makhnora, and gambling has flourished in any era, except that the guests prefer to gamble on football, boxing, horses or cards.

If they want to get rich overnight in the city, they can choose to participate in the gambling game by loan sharks and become the lucky ones who get rich overnight, or they can become the bettors and get into the ring in person.

"Where do you go next?"

"I've never been to a casino, so let's make a fortune from there, and if I'm unlucky, then go to the underground boxing arena to fight!"

John walked through the corridor where there was a constant sound of voices, clutching the remaining thousand gold pounds in his hand, and still had the most simple and kind smile on his face. 8)