The ten people looked back to back at the large number of losers around them, and Night Raven said with a pale face, "I was really hit by the torture blade." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is exactly halfway. ”

Wu Yan took out a potion and pierced his body, and then said, "Now is not the time to talk about this, with our current strength, we can't beat them." Must break out! ”

The situation of the ten people outside the valley is not good, and the situation here at the Torture Blade is even worse.

The dragonman's arm was like a giant iron pincer, pinching Torture Blade's neck so hard that Torture Blade couldn't move at all.

The left arm holding the weapon suddenly activated the enhancement seal in an instant, and then the faint green light filled the weapon. Then he stabbed at the dragonman's body at a very high speed.

The dragonman's reaction was very fast, and almost at the moment when the torture blade raised its hand, it suddenly stretched out.

Click··

The terrifying claws tore the torture blade's arm off the shoulder and threw it into the distance.

Intense pain invaded Torture Blade's brain, his eyes faintly reddened, and his whole body still struggled violently.

But the Torture Blade, which had lost two bloody suits, had completely withered, and the dragonman pinched the Torture Blade's neck and walked towards the Raven City like a chicken.

Click···

The door slowly closed, and the eyes of the torture blade looked at the night crows and others who were fighting outside, and their eyes couldn't help but widen, and the struggle became more intense.

But alas, such a struggle with the blade has not been fruitful.

The dragonman's claws slowly clenched and said, "You can struggle as much as you want, the master has already told me about your abilities." Your physical recovery is very strong, so I'm not worried I'm going to kill you. ”

As he spoke, his claws were renewed, he picked up the neck of the torture blade and put it in front of him, staring at the torture blade with a pair of triangular eyes and said, "I'm curious, if I break your neck, will you die?" ”

Tortureblade's expression was cold, his voice was hoarse, and he said with difficulty, "You can try." ”

The dragonman shook his head and said, "Not now, although I am curious, but the master's order is more important." ”

After speaking, the dragonman suddenly spread his wings and flew towards a huge tower in the middle of Raven City.

Tortureblade has stopped struggling. He now knew that he couldn't get rid of the dragonman's control, and instead of doing these useless tasks, it was better to accumulate physical strength and observe the terrain.

The streets of Raven City are very messy, and since there is no flat land, all the streets are built on the hillside, and these streets are built together to make it look like a mess.

Whoo...

A cold wind blew, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

While flying over a circular house, Tortureblade's backpack detached from his shoulders and fell to the ground.

The dragonman glanced at Tortureblade's bare left shoulder, but didn't care, and continued to fly.

The buildings throughout Raven City are clearly layered construction. Buildings throughout the city are arranged in a stepped pattern.

Even the roofs of some buildings are the roads on the upper floor.

A minute later, Tortureblade suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and at this time, the dragonman had already flown to the middle of the tower with Tortureblade.

The area of the tower is large. When you enter through the doorway here, the first thing you see is an empty house.

The dragonman opened the door to the house with his torture blade, and then slowly descended the spiral staircase.

There are no lights in the hallway, and it is very dark.

Tortureblade silently counted the height of the descent and the number of steps.

A minute later, after descending seventy-three steps, the Torture Blade was taken by the draconians to a brightly lit room.

This room is a large area, but the whole room is unusually bloody.

The room was littered with human corpses, some dismembered, some stripped of their skin, and some dissected with empty shells of their bodies tossed aside.

In the center of the room, there is a messy operating table.

On the operating table, a gray armored man was lying on it, and on the edge of the operating table, a green-eyed middle-aged man with only one leg and a prosthetic leg was injecting something seriously.

"Brought?" The Plague King's voice came from that armor.

The drake nodded, then left the blade on the ground.

The one-legged middle-aged man slowly stepped aside at this time, and when he turned around, the torture blade saw clearly that what was in the middle-aged man's hand was a tube of bright red blood.

At this time, the plague king slowly got up, wearing a heavy majesty on the mask of the ghost, wearing a hood, and the armor of his whole body was covered under the robes.

"Human beings really don't know whether they are alive or dead, I didn't expect you to really obey Wang Zhiqiang's words and come to Crow City." The Plague King looked at the torture blade and said lightly.

Tortureblade's eyes swept around, and from some clues, it was clear that all of the dismembered dead were hunters.

The only remaining right arm was slowly clenched, and his eyes stared at the Plague King with infinite anger, and roared, "Hunter! You killed them all!! ”

After hearing this, the Plague King looked around, and then sneered, "Thanks to them, thanks to them, I was able to crack this strongest Hunter Blood Suit." ”

Tortureblade's eyes stared at the Plague King, and his body rushed forward, his palm pinching directly into the Plague King's head.

Whew··

Torture Blade's hand suddenly caught in the air, and then the dragonman stepped forward and tore off Tortureblade's right arm with his hand.

Suddenly losing his arms, the torture blade that could not control his sense of balance fell to the ground, and reluctantly raised his head to look at the plague king who appeared behind him, and shouted, "I will kill you!" I'm going to kill you! ”

Fury! An indescribable fury rose inside the Torture Blade.

The Plague King crouched down and looked at Tortureblade and said, "You will soon be one of them." ”

"Whew!" Tortureblade roared, his legs snapped, and his long mouth bit down on the Plague King's throat.

Seeing this, the Plague King dodged at will, and despite the furious torture blade, he stretched out his arms and asked, "Do you know whose blood suit I have for the King Hunter?" I guess you'll be interested. ”

Torture Blade tried to stand up, but was trampled on the back by the dragonman, and had to lie on the ground.

Reluctantly raised his head, looked at the Plague King, and waited for the scarlet eyes to speak.

The Plague King said in a very pleasant voice, "It's Oviz's." Our natural enemies! The most powerful hunter of the Apocalypse Divine Clan, and now, his hunting king's blood suit is worn by me, especially since I still used the corpses of more than three hundred hunters to crack the secret in addition to it, little hunter, isn't it ironic that you say? ”

Ahhh

Hearing this, Torture Blade immediately went crazy. Roaring, his whole body struggling desperately to attack the Plague King.

"Master, how to deal with it?" The dragonman asked, holding the head of the torture blade.

The Plague King looked at the middle-aged man and said, "If you want to use Oviz's King Hunter's Blood Suit now, you must use the Hunter's blood to drive it. The hunter's blood is almost burned out. This kid's physical recovery ability is very strong, find me a way to fix it once and for all. ”

The middle-aged man let out a dry laugh when he heard it and said, "It's simple, just mash his brain, grind his soul, turn him into an unconscious vegetative person, and then fix his body in the armor." ”

The Plague King was not afraid of the torture blade, and walked up to the middle-aged man and asked in a low voice, "Are you sure this won't cause any problems?" ”

The middle-aged man shook his head firmly and said, "Absolutely not." You know, I've been studying hunters for over a hundred years now. The most difficult thing for a hunter is not this body, but the soul engraved by the mark of the hunter. Just smash the soul and remove the Mark of the King Hunter. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man limped over to a withered corpse, lifted the hunter's withered head with his white hands and said, "Have you forgotten?" We did an experiment more than ten years ago, but unfortunately this person's physical regeneration ability was not good, and he was sucked dry by the blood suit. ”

Hearing this, the Plague King nodded lightly and said, "You prepare." "Turn around and stroll away.

The dragon man slowly turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man and said, "What are you going to do?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Naturally, let's experiment first." By the way, he spent his mental strength. ”

The dragonman nodded, then swept his eyes and tore off Tortureblade's legs.

Blood splattered, the torture blade's forehead was bruised, and his red eyes stared at the dragonman without making a sound.

The drake glanced at the torture blade, then turned to leave.

After the dragon man left, the middle-aged man squatted down with a sinister smile, holding a knife in his hand and casually opening the skin of the torture blade.

A foot-long wound appeared. Under the middle-aged man's annotation, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just three seconds, it was completely recovered.

"Hahaha!" Seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a burst of crazy laughter, and he was very excited to see him.

Torture Blade looked at him coldly, and didn't speak, as if he was dumb.

After the middle-aged man laughed, he crouched down and picked up the body that had been turned into a human stick and placed it on the operating table.

At this moment, the torture blade suddenly stood up, and then the big mouth that opened suddenly aimed at the middle-aged man.

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The middle-aged man seemed to be prepared, and then took out a pure steel braces and stuffed them into the mouth of the torture blade.

"Boy, don't worry, we'll get acquainted soon." As he spoke, he took out the bandage on the operating table and trapped the torture blade on it.

Torture Blade stared at the middle-aged man and said vaguely, "You're dead!" ”

The middle-aged man casually picked up an extremely sharp scalpel and stood next to the head of the torture blade and said, "Okay, let me introduce myself first, my name is William, and I am the chief technician under the plague king." ”

As he spoke, the sharp scalpel pierced directly into the eye of the torture blade, and he casually gouged out the eye of the torture blade and said, "Let me see what the red eyes are all about." ”

Torture Blade looked coldly at the middle-aged man who gouged out his eyeballs, and he wanted to struggle. But all the limbs were gone.

"Limbs can be regenerated, but they consume a lot of energy. And the rate of regeneration is very slow, which is a waste of time and has no effect. ”

Tortureblade thought to himself, his only remaining eyes constantly sweeping around.

Then, he saw his two legs still on the side.

But at this moment,

"Okay, don't mess around." William walked over and the scalpel gouged out the other eye of the blade.

(To be continued.) )