In a desperate gamble, Frey began to charge, falling into an endless madness.

The Brokeback Flame Centipede was roaring and wriggling, unable to get rid of the figure running around its body.

The ground had been shattered by the frantic struggle, and the back of the Brokeback Flame Centipede had been opened, and the blood-red flesh was like a cut fruit, and the soft flesh inside was exposed.

The blood vessels under the skin of the insect burst, and the muscles and bones were sliced open, and the flesh and bones were finely separated by the Red Sun Sword.

Despite this, the brokeback flame centipede didn't seem to be dead, and as long as the central nervous system was not damaged, it could still wriggle its huge body angrily to quickly crush the formation.

It was like a prisoner, and the dead worm was still struggling to shake off its body and swing its body so that the pain of the rapid movement on its body would disappear quickly.

The huge figure of the Brondback Flame Centipede quickly froze, and a figure jumped from the air with a gasp.

He landed gently, quickly picked up the old hunter John on the ground, carried him on his shoulders, and ran with great difficulty.

As he struggled, the calm time seemed to flow again.

The hunters had resumed their operations, but at that moment, everyone's face was full of disbelief, and the huge body of the centipede fell with a bang.

At this moment, the hunters fled one after another, they were terrified, and they were hit by the huge and heavy body of the brokeback flame centipede, which did not meet John's result, and they did not want to be maimed.

They didn't know what was going on, because it was a very short time, and in just a few seconds, they could only see a cyan streamer flowing from the centipede's body, and they knew that it was definitely not a miracle.

There was a bang, and the Brokeback Flame Centipede was planted heavily into the pit that was crushed by itself, the limbs that were not stiff were scattered and divided, the blood vessels of the whole body were cracked in sections, and a large amount of green water was spurted out of it, at least it was not completely dead yet, it is not difficult to imagine how powerful the vitality of such a monster is.

At least, after being so badly injured, it is impossible for a person to survive.

The Brokeback Flame Centipede did not die, but the central nervous system was broken and the muscles were cut, and it seemed that even if it was seriously injured, it did not die immediately, it should be said that its vitality was tenacious enough.

"Kill it, we'll be wiped out." Someone asked questioningly.

"Forget it, let's let it live," someone spoke, it was the learned young hunter, "this will definitely not live, let's leave the coordinates and let the troops come and take over it, the living brokeback flame centipede may be a good research subject, at least I think it is more valuable to study than a dead corpse." ”

"Well, that's a disgusting idea, but I like your proposal."

"Okay, that's it."

The other hunters were talking, but soon came to a conclusion.

Soon, the learned hunter walked up to Frey, looked at him with a strange expression, and said, "Where did you go just now, didn't see you?" "In Yannis's opinion, Frey is really suspicious, and no one really knows what his ability level is. Obviously, he is like a drag oil bottle, wherever he goes, he is destined to not go particularly well, take him to action, and if he encounters problems on the way, he always has to explain to him?!

Yannis, however, thinks otherwise.

As the saying goes, don't be a look, and Yannis is not the kind of hunter who particularly advocates violence, although fighting and killing is synonymous with hunters.

However, he likes to study combat, and does not overexpose his abilities, which makes the other hunters in the team stay away from him, except for knowledge and strategy, he has to make others rely on him, and he is always not favored in combat.

Frey smiled and said, "I'm right in front of you." "He doesn't like to talk about it, and his low-key personality makes it difficult for him to coexist with those seniors in the team.

Although he can express his opinions, sometimes he has to keep his mouth shut, and in order for the whole team to work together in harmony, tolerance is also tolerance in disguise.

The other hunters approached and heard him say this, knowing that it was hard to say anything.

When he saw the unconscious old John on his back, his eyes quickly showed a look of surprise.

None of them were busy fighting, and in the middle of the battle, when they saw their companions encountering a situation, they should have extended a helping hand, but no one reached out righteously, and at this time, they should not be accused of not seeing Frey's shadow in the battle, they seemed to have forgotten the fate of the brokeback flame centipede to death, because no one thought that it would be done by a teenager, and this old John, who was about to lose too much blood, had his lower body been urgently bandaged.

Roughly knotted in the trouser tube, John's lower body bleeding was temporarily stopped, the previous excessive blood loss, and due to the excessive pain, the whole person also passed out completely.

To fully recover, it takes more time to think about it, and the created abnormal limb is reconnected, not only that, but gradually moving and no longer rejecting is considered to be the end of all treatment, at least 12 months in the hospital bed, for an old hunter of this age, it can be said that he can be sent directly to retirement.

The golden age of the hunter is over, and with such a serious injury, even if he recovers, it will be difficult to reach the top again.

"Let's go, Frey, and you carry John." A middle-aged hunter with qualifications, a middle-aged man who is the leader of the team, stepped forward and decided.

Originally, the team had to continue to search for other destinations, but the sudden injury of the old hunter John made the overall team uneven, and he went directly to the next destination to carry out the search mission, which was not responsible for the lives of the wounded.

Now, the only way to do this is to bring the wounded John back to assemble, and then select new hunters to assemble for the next mission.

"Let's go, don't bother." The leader turned around, and saw Frey's panting appearance, and angrily told him to hurry away, only to find that he was also in a bad state, and the gentleman's young hunter pulled John's arm.

Then he pulled John on his back, and Frey, who was next to him, was also moved.

"I know, you killed it." The gentleman's young hunter smiled mysteriously and continued, "This is a secret between the two, and I won't tell anyone else. ”

"Oh, thank you." Frey hurriedly thanked him.

He didn't do anything, just blurted out the habitual words of thanks.

The gentlemanly young man carried John on his back as if he were carrying a ball of cotton, and felt no weight at all.

From time to time, there was the sound of urging from the people in front, and the crowd moved away from the abandoned farm.

As he walked away, an unfamiliar figure suddenly fell from the sky, and the dark purple light shattered the dead centipede.

The figure leaned down, picked up the broken limbs of the centipede on the ground, and chewed hard.

"It's not enough, it's not enough, I want more, I want more!" A staccato sound sounded.

At this moment, the noise suddenly roared in the air not far away, and the black shadow looked up, and its purple eyes shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

"It's coming, there's more—" The black shadow stomped on the centipede's head, and the hard flesh was crumpled by him, and something strange fell out of the brokeback centipede's head, and a dark mass of flesh fell to his feet.

Pick up the dark lump and put it in your mouth and swallow it in one gulp.