As early as when Johnson slashed out the sword pressure and killed a shadow creature that was stalking, he thought that the man on fire and Jory were exposed. The "Soul Contract" with the coat of arms, as long as you send a random mission, everyone with the coat of arms will receive the message.

Title: E52, N133 – Client's Signature, Shadow.

At a glance, this commission knows that the road is the transmission of location information!

Jory, who seems to be the "owner" of the most popular poem, understands very well how quickly the soul contract delivers the news, and how could Fire Man and Johnson, who have lived longer in Ethallas, not know?

The two of them took the frail Jory with them, and each showed their maximum speed, and quickly rushed to the agreed post station at the highest speed. "Shadow" is not a simple tracker, even if the three people have sent the "E52N133" away, they can rely on the means of investigation to track down.

The fire man still has a weevil-trunked beast that tracks the scent, how can there be no "shadow"!

In the dark polar night, a few flying shadows flickered, flying between the grass and the shadows, and they turned into the shadows of the maggots of the tarsal bones, chasing straight after the two figures in front of them.

"Huh-"

The fire man, whose body was dancing with firelight, glanced back while running, and his immature little face suddenly became gloomy.

"Johnson, you take my brother first, remember to protect Jory, he can control the 'Poetry of the Last', we don't allow him to be in danger!" With a high-pitched long groan, the fire man's forward posture suddenly stopped, and the brilliant firelight suddenly swelled in a circle, and he exploded as if he had projected a flint. The next moment, the fire man turned around and rushed back to the rear.

Several distorted shadows at high speed, the afterimage stretched infinitely in the high speed, and they suddenly intertwined with the brilliant firelight.

"Boom-"

The dazzling afterimage suddenly stood still for a moment, revealing two figures that paused in mid-air. I saw the fire man in mid-air kick out of the air, burning with surging flames, and the soles of his shoes hit a crooked human face. With a muffled snort, the fire man gritted his teeth, and his legs suddenly exerted force.

"Bang-"

The black shadow that was kicked in the face by the fire man shot back violently.

The moment he landed, the fire man raised his little face and sneered at the shadows around him: "Little cub of Shadow Street, how does the soles of my shoes taste?" ”

Nearby ground, black shadows slowly rose, each revealing the shape of a human being, but they were not flesh and blood, but like those disembodied shadows, their bodies were pitch black, their limbs were still sound, and their faces were devoid of facial features.

The shadow that was kicked away by the fire man just now, his neck showed an astonishing crooked arc, and the shadow on his face was almost flattened, but after the initial pause, he knelt on the spot and slowly straightened his neck. Floating from the ground, the shadow turned its neck, seemingly unharmed, as if he was taunting the fire man's attack with a neck-twisting motion.

"Hehehehehe......"

The fire man, whose eyes were gradually lit with fire, actually changed his childish voice and let out a rustling laugh.

Removing the glove of his right hand and the orange coat on his body, the fire man grabbed the sleeve of his right arm and tore it off violently......

Black-gray, rock-like ...... Arm!

This arm was covered with vein-like engraved lines, and when it was exposed to the air, the countless veins gradually lit up, as if injected with flames, and the black-gray stone arm actually burned red in a moment!

"Lava Bloodline, you...... Is it a little devil? ”

Volcanic rock generally released a hot arm, Huo Nan clenched his hot right fist, he grinned and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, twenty years ago, grandpa wasn't a little devil." ”

Twenty years ago, the fire man was no longer the majestic fire demon, he ......

Now it's just a toddler.

Several lurkers from Shadow Street are not very effective in the front, but their ability to conceal without concealment is unique, they can melt into the shadows like shadows, either they have keen perception and observation, or these lurkers can't bear to expose themselves in the first place, otherwise it will be difficult to detect them.

With Huo Man's observation, he couldn't detect that these shadows were following him, and if it weren't for Johnson, it is estimated that they would have been followed by these shadows all the time. And at this time, the interception after the break is Huo Nan's own choice. He was able to leave the most anticipated poem and Jory to Johnson's care, and that was because Johnson was better than the fire man in every aspect.

Johnson, whom the fire man trusted, had already relied on his strange light steps for a long time, and left here with Jory and the most anticipated poem.

With his hands on Johnson's shoulders, Jory hung his body on his back, looking at Johnson's strong and broad back, Jory once again deeply felt Johnson's tall physique.

The area of Johnson's body alone can be used as a bed for an ordinary person.

It didn't take long for Johnson, who was running with Jory on his back, to stop suddenly, causing Jory to hit his head the sword box. Rubbing his forehead, Jory saw Johnson stop, and he jumped to the ground.

Johnson is carrying such a heavy weapon, and he is still carrying himself, running so fast, the physical energy consumed must be huge, and it should indeed relieve the pressure and let him breathe a sigh of relief, but Jory was wrong.

Johnson, who slowly turned around, faced Jory with a heavy momentum like a mountain. He looked down into Jory's eyes, but he showed a burst of jealousy.

Johnson's thick arm grabbed the hilt of the sword behind his back, and he looked at Jory's face for a moment, and said in a rough voice, "Terran hero, Josel?" ”

When Johnson showed hostility, Jory's heart shuddered. Bringing himself to a place where no one was around, away from the fire man, Johnson's visually striking physique made a ready offensive, as if as long as Jory had any intention, he would draw his heavy sword and slash at Jory.

Johnson, is he ready to kill himself?

What is this for, isn't the fire man ready to pull Jory into the collective of fire hunters, not long ago he was still enthusiastic about seeing each other late, and now Johnson is going to kill himself instead?

Recently, he has endured countless ordeals of death and danger, and Jory is no longer the stunned self he used to be, but today, he first encountered a surprise attack by a group of shadow creatures, and not long after that, Johnson was going to kill himself again, and in too short a short time, two breathless changes occurred in a row, and Jory still hasn't figured out what is going on!

But in Johnson's jealous and fearful gaze, after the sentence he asked, Jory was instantly stunned.

Terran hero, Josser?

"Fifty years ago, Bai Laopo, I was fortunate to survive that war, that one, with the power of one person, killed all the people in our legion, I will always remember him."

The thick voice was narrated softly, but Johnson's tense muscles were revealing his nervousness, as full of vigilance as if he were a predator.

"Your face, and your temperament...... I always remember! ”

Speaking of this, Johnson's rugged eyes lost concentration for a moment, as if he had fallen into a nightmare of the past, and then his eyes regained clarity, looking at Jory's face, he looked at Jory's face for a moment, and his thick voice gritted his teeth word by word.

"Don't tease us with the name "Jory", which sounds like a fake name, the last heroic powerhouse of the Belmont family, Joselle Belmont!! ”

A sonorous roar erupted in his throat, and Johnson brazenly drew his heavy sword, grasped the half-meter-long hilt with both hands, and slashed at Jory, who was in shock.

"Roar! Assault Sword—"

The moment the black heavy sword slashed, the blade tore through the weak air, and the violent wind pressure fiercely attacked Jori.