After warning Frannie, Tortureblade returned to his original residence, next door to the Seven Killings.

He needed to replenish the necessary supplies.

Being attacked in the Temple of the Lost Stars makes it impossible for Tortureblade to go to the craftsmen there. Therefore, some things, including spiritual materials and food, can only be prepared by himself.

"There's still a lot left of what we prepared last time." Torture Blade silently walked into his yard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Tortureblade asked about the faint smell of thorn flowers.

The nerves that had just been tense gradually relaxed. Although the Slaughter Butcher is a pervert, the Torture Blade feels that she has no real malice towards herself.

When you open the door, the first thing you smell is the strong smell of blood.

Slaughter Jun sat leisurely on the chair in the hall, the slender **** was on the table, and looked at the flowers that had just grown out of the window from the window of the living room.

On the ground, three inhuman-shaped losers cut by thorns were scattered all over the floor, and blood spread throughout the living room.

Slaughter Jun sneered, "I didn't expect you to be still an amorous seed, a month is not enough, do you still want to take down Frannie?" ”

Torture Blade casually opened the refrigerator, took out the beef that had been frozen for more than ten days and put it into the compressed space, and said calmly, "Mutual benefit." She helped me a lot, and I'm going to help her too. This is the principle of hunters. ”

"You're going to find Tsukishita?" Slaughtering Jun changed his words and asked calmly.

Torture Blade nodded, "She has a lot of things, but I can't leave him alone." The incident of her running away started because of me, and naturally it will end because of me. ”

"I remember that hunters don't care about that." Slaughter Jun stared at him and asked.

Torture Blade raised his head, looked at the Slaughter Slaughter King, and said, "That's the Hunter, and I'm the Hunter King!" ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Slaughter Butcher still sneered.

Seeing the disdain of the Slaughter Slaughter Monarch for himself, the torture blade actually had some anger in his heart.

The Slaughter Monarch on the side seemed to see the fluctuation of the Torture Blade's emotions, and gradually retracted his smile and asked, "Is there something wrong with you?" The way you are now is not what a hunter should have. ”

Packing up what he needed, Torture Blade pinched Lingjian and said, "Lose your emotions and become a hunter." Find your emotions and become a king hunter. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly pinched the Hunting Fury Sword Halberd, and Gujing Wubo's eyes stared at the Slaughtering Monarch and said, "I have already taken the first step towards the Hunting King. ”

The Slaughter Slaughter Monarch carefully looked at the Fury Hunting Sword Halberd in the Torture Blade's hand, although this was not the first time he had seen it. But for the first time, she felt the terrifying power emanating from the sword.

The two were silent for a moment. Slaughtering Jun suddenly said, "The trail under the moon has completely disappeared near Ferry Sword Mountain, so it should be hidden." ”

Hearing this, Torture Blade nodded, his body gradually disappeared, and he said calmly, "I will repay you." ”

"Repay? If you don't interfere with our plans, you will already repay us. After the torture blade left, the slaughtering monarch said to himself.

At the same time that the Torture Blade hurriedly left Apocalypse City, the Seven Killing Division.

"Captain, five more bodies have been found." A member of the Seven Kills Division said with a gloomy face.

After hearing this, Khakassia clenched his fists and roared, "What do these disasters want to do!?" ”

Yue Lan on the side held her head in her hands, looked at the sky and said, "If only the torture blade was here, the aftermath of his mind could easily track those things." ”

Khakassia pretended not to hear it, and bowed his head in contemplation.

When the others heard the name, their faces were filled with longing in addition to fear.

None of the people who can enter the Seven Killings Division are cowards. While they fear powerful beings, they are also full of longing for them.

Baruka Estate.

Sparky sat in his backyard and sipped a glass of wine.

At his feet are the three most popular dragon pets in Apocalypse City.

Slowly lowering the wine glass, Sparky casually pinched the head of a young dragon and placed it on his lap, his eyes gradually turning pure gold, and carefully looked at the young dragon.

"The genes have been artificially modified, though they have lost their beastly nature of disaster, and a mind-control device has been installed. Hmph, I don't know who had such an attempt. But since you've prepared such a great gift for me, you're welcome. ”

As he spoke, Spark's hands slammed into the young dragon's scales.

Quack...

The young dragon's young body suddenly struggled in pain, trying to get rid of this man's clutches.

A thin golden substance slowly flowed down Spark's hands into the young dragon's body.

Gradually, the baby dragon slowly stopped struggling. The scales on the body also gradually receded, turning into a kind of pitch-black carapace.

The eyes that were once full of humanity now turned a cloudy dark green. As he breathed, a dark mist erupted from his nose.

"Go ahead! Prepare for my. Sparky patted the young dragon's body, and the young dragon was once again the same as before, and he couldn't see anything wrong.

"Come on, return this one, say it's too ugly."

A terrifying storm is brewing in the City of the Apocalypse.

One day later, Torture Blade once again quietly left Apocalypse City.

"Food is enough for twelve days. There is only one set of spare spiritual treasures. The traps are quite sufficient. ”

Tortureblade counted his supplies before opening the map.

"Fei Rui Daoshan, you ran really far." Tortureblade muttered to himself.

Ferry Knife Mountain is located in the center of the current map plate, that is, six hundred kilometers directly south of Apocalypse City.

"I remember it was a mess, not only bandit gangs, mining companies, but also some annoying cults." Tortureblade recalls his memories of Ferry Knife Mountain and realizes that he doesn't have any friendly impression of it.

"Over the Anvil Mountains, and then through the limestone mire. That place doesn't taste good. Tortureblade looked down at the map, charting his course.

"It will take three days to go all out. You don't want to die. Tortureblade said, and began to pull out with all his might.

Boom...

The mainland, which had not rained for half a month, suddenly went down and poured heavy rain.

Boom...

In the sky, lightning and thunder roared. The terrible rain poured down like a flood that burst its banks.

Torture Blade walked alone in the wilderness, and a large amount of rain flowed down the Lingjian.

Feet on the rain-soaked earth, each foot sinking deep into the mud.

"Visibility is less than five meters. I haven't seen such heavy rain for two years. Tortureblade muttered as he looked ahead of the gray man.

The soft dirt on the ground severely affected the speed at which the blade could advance.

Torture Blade looked up at the sky, "There is no wind, and the clouds do not disperse." This rain will last for at least twenty hours. ”

Retracting his gaze, he raised his hand and touched his bare head, then muttered, "I hated rain for the first time." ”

The weather was very bad, but Tortureblade had no intention of stopping to take shelter from the rain, stepping on the mud and continuing to make his difficult progress.

Time passed slowly, and the terrible rain not only did not mean to stop, but even became heavier and heavier.

Boom...

In a long dry ditch in the wasteland before, the rain was pouring down, and in just three hours, it became a long river.

In the long river, a large number of sand dogs ran to the shore in embarrassment with their own dog planing swimming.

This place is the place where Torture Blade took a few people under the moon to hide and repair, and it is also a gathering place for many sand dogs.

The rain poured down their burrows, leaving the sturdy creatures homeless.

But the sand dogs didn't let the rain crush them. Thousands of years of evolution have given them instinctive knowledge of how to deal with such situations.

Hundreds of sand dogs gathered together and began to gradually migrate into the distance.

Their goal is simple, and that is the Anvil Mountains in the distance.

It takes at least five months for this long river to dry up completely. Even if it is dry, the moist riverbed is not suitable for opening a cave right away.

So the sand dogs head to the Anvil Mountains, where there are large natural caves that shelter them from the elements.

Torture Blade stood by the river, facing the heavy rain and quietly watching the group of sand dogs, these sand dogs were in groups, some with big bellies, some with cubs in their mouths, and some young sand dogs struggled to advance in the rain, closely following the steps of their parents.

Watching the group of sand dogs disappear into the rain, a hint of softness flashed in Torture Blade's eyes.

He loves the indigenous creatures of the earth. Because this group of strong and wise beings has a unique wisdom. A lot of the knowledge and skills of Tortureblade were learned from these beings.

Wiping the rain from his glasses, Tortureblade's legs arched slightly, and then leaped to his feet.

The width of the river is only about fifteen meters. Such a distance is just a big jump for Torture Blade.

Just jumping in the air, Torture Blade suddenly found a little sand dog lying on a dry tree trunk a few days old, whining and barking.

Its eyes were not fully open, and it screamed blankly, trying to get a response from its parents.

But soon, the young body could not withstand the heavy rain, and the limbs were weak and lay on the trunk of the tree.

But the little mouth still let out a thin shout.

The blade in the air had just landed on the other side of the river, and without any stopping, it turned back and jumped into the rushing river.

His limbs landed precisely on the withered trunk, and he lifted the little creature to block the rain.

Woo woo ...

The little one, as if thinking that his parents had returned, raised his head with difficulty, opened his mouth and whispered softly at the torture blade.

Torture Blade's left hand gently lifted the little guy who was not yet the size of his own palm.

With his hands folded and the little one in his arms, the torture blade returned to the shore with another big jump.

The rain was still falling, and it was still not abating.

"The body temperature is very low, and if you continue like this, you will die."

As he spoke, Torture Blade replaced Lingjian, put on a heavy deerskin coat, arched his body slightly, and put the little guy into his arms.

Arms raised, across the chest, shielded from the rain that could flow into the chest.

The little guy in his arms felt the warm body odor of the torture blade, and instinctively rubbed his little pink head against the chest of the torture blade before he had grown hair. Two immature little paws gently grasped the gap in the weaving of the torture blade clothes, and remained motionless.

"The body temperature has been preserved, and the next thing is to need milk." Tortureblade thought to himself, his eyes looking around.

Buzz...

In the rain in the distance, the faint sound of an engine came.

Tortureblade thought for a moment, then turned and walked in the direction from which the voice came.

So, a rickety man appeared in the rain, struggling to move forward.

(To be continued.) )