After speaking, he suddenly stretched out his withered right arm towards the other party, and his stretched five fingers were lightly closed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Silently, Rodin felt his body hit by a strong hurricane, and suddenly broke away from the appendage of the brake ghost, and fell to the ground hard. Immediately afterward, the towering shadows of the mountains in the aftermath of his vision quickly shrank, and McCarvey swayed back like a bat with its wings outstretched, carrying Barbara and Caterina lightly.

The old man's five fingers were folded together into a calm fist, and at the same time, the eight-armed demon more than forty meters high seemed to be crushed by a mysterious force that could not be resisted in all directions, and his huge body suddenly contracted inward and collapsed.

The tendons were broken, the flesh was turned into mud, and in the blink of an eye, the behemoth was compressed into a tiny golden drop of water that floated into the void. The old man waved pleasantly, and the golden drop of water was collected by him in the wide sleeve of his coat.

Under the light of the stars and moon, the entire wilderness suddenly seemed more empty and vast, except for the pair of huge footprints on the ground, there was no trace left by the eight-armed brake ghost.

This is the power of the Yang Rank Great Witch? A monster that is not weaker than the Golden Rank is dealt with in this way, and it has no power to fight back at all?

I just don't know what about Rodriguez, the elder of the Elden Hunters' Guild.

He swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and after a brief moment of weakness, a hot pulse welled up in his heart.

Seeing the old man's methods, McCarvey showed deep jealousy, and suddenly turned his gaze to the badly injured figure on the ground. "Tsk, there's a little mouse here that hasn't been dealt with! I once sent you an invitation, but unfortunately you ignorantly rejected the gift of the fearmonger, and now you have eavesdropped on our conversation, so I have to give you a ride!"

Rodin collapsed to the ground only felt an invisible force restraining his body, and flew into the air in a daze to reach McCarvey. Regarding what he did, the blue-robed old man just glanced at it lightly.

"You can handle the aftermath yourself, I'll go first!" After finishing speaking, he casually opened a space door and stepped in without looking back.

"In the eyes of wizards, maybe I'm just an insignificant ant!" he was lifted high, a force slowly accumulating between his neck, suffocating him, and McCarvey and Barbara and Caterina beside him looked at him with mockery, as if admiring his dying appearance.

"I haven't seen you for more than half a year, I didn't expect you to have reached the bronze level powerhouse, the situation in the spiritual sea is quite weird, and it can be regarded as a manufacturable material. I wonder if I should give you another chance?!Join the annihilation of all things and become our sharp blade, are you willing?!"

"Phew...... Cousin!" He held back all his strength, his face flushed, and threw this sentence at the two women, and scolded at the man who was as pale as a vampire, "You pick up broken shoes!" and then saw the other laugh, and the strength between his necks suddenly weakened.

"It's so daring, you dare to be so open-mouthed when you are dying, but the Great Witch has many means to make you survive and not die. He remained coldly silent, his gaze like lightning as if he wanted to engrave them firmly in his heart.

Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind hit, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and Barbara, who was standing quietly beside him, suddenly slapped him, and a bright red five-finger mark suddenly appeared on Rodin's face.

"All sorrow stems from your meddling, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been spurned by everyone and left my hometown!"

"Huh...... It's really the funniest confession I've ever heard, colluding with an adulterer to assassinate your own son, do you still have any shame?"

"And you Katerina, Alexis, the Beggar King, and now McCarvey, you're really **** casual. I've seen the perverted projects in the mansion too. ”

"The three of you are really a nest of snakes and rats, and you are in calution!" This wave of mouth cannon attack power MAX, the three of them instantly changed their faces after hearing this, and the corners of Rodin's mouth bent, feeling the power of the ancestral dragon in his body to recover a little, and instantly summoned the sealing armor.

The silver light shimmered, and the domineering wings of metal waved as hard as he could, and he broke free from the invisible restraints.

But he didn't choose to run away, but in the direction of the three of them, two cone-shaped black tentacles drilled out of their shoulders with difficulty, and in an instant, they merged into a strand, thunderous, pitch-black arrows attacked!

"Bang!" the arrows and shields tore through the air, and sparks flew in the air, McCarvey lowered his eyes, a translucent cyan shield appeared out of thin air around him, and the pitch-black arrow stopped at the first three points of his forehead.

Suddenly, the pale man suddenly raised his head and pushed his palm, and a violent wind and wave impact instantly hit Rodin, pushing him out dozens of meters away, as if he was blown away by the air flow of the explosion, and fell directly from the air to the ground.

With a crisp "click", his right arm bent at an eerie angle, and bone spurs with bloody flesh could be clearly seen at the elbow joint. Under the severe pain, his chest rose and fell like a fish about to suffocate, the green tendons between his neck were abrupt, and the silver pieces of armor covering his body receded like a tide, revealing a pale face and a raised brow, and a pendant inadvertently buried in the placket of his clothes was revealed.

"This is ......" McCarvey teleported in front of him, his original nonchalant sarcasm disappeared, holding the pendant and muttering, "Ouroboros pendant...... Golden Pages Contract...... Three Prisoners"

McCarvey gently stroked his slender and delicate palm on his chest, and after a moment, his eyebrows raised, "Dark Soul Contract...... Krusas crowned. Is there anything special about this man?" he pursed his thin lips, a hint of fear running over his nervous pale countenance. "I see. ”

"Lucky boy, I'll let you go tonight!Go back, don't appear in front of me again!" Without further ado, McCarvey opened a door to space with a mystical pattern and threw Rodin inside!

"Lord Fearmonger, forgive me for taking the liberty of asking why you let this man go, I think he will continue to fight against us in the future!" Barbara asked with some reluctance, and McCarvey gently lifted her chin and smiled with a doting look in her eyes,

"You, don't dwell on personal grudges, don't think about embarrassing him in the future, he has the unique mark of the third prisoner on his body, and he must be an important part of the plan. Got it?"

Seeing that the other party nodded obediently, he turned to Caterina and said, "You have done a good job today, and I will meet your request for human body modification." ”

The badly injured Rodin could not help himself, a soft sigh rang in his ears, and then a flower in front of him, an endless stream of distorted light took over his entire vision.

He couldn't describe it, the huge weightlessness that stirred his internal organs as if he had been cut by a knife, and his body was not only like the rubber band of bungee jumping endlessly, his head was dizzy, his mind was hard to gather, and he was hovering on the top of torment.

For a moment it was eternity, and finally it was all darkness, and he lay on the cold ground so weakly, with painful wails all around him.

He looked around with difficulty, but found that he had returned to the ruined city of Sintra, where blood and fire were intertwined, and he couldn't help but feel relieved, and he was able to regain his breath and concentrate on the beating spirit beard to absorb the spirit son in the air to replenish the barren ancestral dragon's power.

Two hours later, the power of the ancestral dragon recovered a small half and began to repair the body quickly, the elbow of the white bone came out with a slight numbness, and the other injuries that were both open and secret were being moisturized and quietly healed.

Advancing to the bronze level, the super recovery power of the ancestral dragon's power is revealed.

For a long time, he gently stretched his limbs and relaxed his body, and the muscles and bones of "Kazkaz" continued to roar. Because his body was not yet fully healed, he did not summon his wings, but walked slowly towards Amanda Orphanage.

Along the way, as far as the eye can see, there are people who are grieving and crying for their relatives and friends, people who collect corpses, people who clean up the bones of monsters, and buildings that have been destroyed by eight-armed demons.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

As he walked, the chaotic thoughts in his mind rolled rapidly, "The withering of all things, the Eternal Song Council, the relationship between these two wizard organizations is by no means as simple as everyone thinks!"

His sense of the Yongge Council had suddenly become much worse.

"McCarvey, fearmonger, what position is this in the withering of all things?and Krusas's status is higher than him, what rank is the three prisoners?" he held the lifelike Ouroboros pendant in his arms, which exuded a hint of coolness, "If it weren't for the contract that I hated, I would have been doomed this time." What is there in me to covet, and if they really want to spy on my homeland, the Earth plane, then why do they keep standing still, but ......"

He has embarked on the path of strength from the beginning just because of curiosity, and then he has been urged by invisible fate to constantly struggle and become stronger, but whenever he grows, there is always a mountain-like shadow in front of him.

Dick in the first layer of the Shattered Layer of Mist, a vendetta with the legendary sword Black Soul, the bondage of Krusas, and the unknown powerhouse who took Cynthia away. All these strange encounters had already been arranged? There seemed to be an invisible shackle in his body that constantly restrained him, and his mood was depressed to the extreme, producing a sense of paleness and powerlessness like a marionette, and his thoughts became more and more pessimistic and narrow-minded. "Akama must be contacted as soon as possible!"

But at the root of it all is the humility of being a weakling.

The essence of all human suffering is anger at one's own incompetence!

"I'm still too weak, even if I have just awakened the Dark Flame Fluctuation Sword, it is still not enough in front of the strength of the Great Witch to destroy the Golden Rank at will!I must find a way to become stronger faster!?"

He touched the slightly cool Ouroboros pendant, and made a resolution in his heart.

Becoming stronger and stronger, will you eventually become a pawn of fate, or will you break the shadows and haze that hang over you?