Frowning, Bakar reached out to grab Rust, who was lying on the ground, and lifted him up.

But just as he stretched out his hand, suddenly, a strong aura of danger mixed with a whistling sound tearing through the air slammed into his back.

Before he had time to think about it, the giant sword in Bakar's hand suddenly slashed behind him.

'Bell !!'

The metal explosion exploded behind him, and Bakar's face changed, and his form instantly exploded from the spot.

'Whew!'

The greatsword was deep in the earth, and Bakar reached for his waist, the iron gloves were blood-red, and the armor there had somehow broken a small hole, and blood was gushing down the hole.

With a hint of coldness in his eyes, he looked up.

Next to Rust, Isaac, who had been charred by Bakar's innate ability at the beginning, actually turned his body slowly at this time, and slowly put away the chain hammer to resist his shoulder.

He twisted his neck and looked at Bakar, a cruel smile on his charred face.

"Another Best's soldier, or a half-blood alien with a lava demon, looks like I have another collection in my collection. ”

The surrounding Ryan soldiers, who had reacted from the attack just now, saw Bakar appearing, and immediately quickly surrounded him with weapons.

Seeing this, Isaac pushed away a Ryan soldier who passed by him, and pointed to Rust, who had passed out completely at his feet.

"Get out of the way, this guy is not something you can deal with, tie up this little worm for me first. ”

"Yes, sir!"

The soldier who was pushed away immediately turned around and took out a bundle of rope from behind him.

When the other soldiers heard Isaac's command, although they didn't disperse immediately, they also distanced themselves a little further away to prevent the powerful flame attack just now.

Not paying attention to the movements of the soldiers around him, Bakar covered the wound powder in the wound hole in his waist and slowly stood up.

Glancing at the bound Rast, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the silver armor lit up again with circles of red lines, and his whole body seemed to swell again.

A scorching, dangerous aura spread in all directions.

The people who are still alive in the face of burning are definitely not ordinary people!

"Hey, hey!" Looking at Bakar, who had inspired his natural ability, Isaac didn't retreat, but rushed directly towards him with an excited face.

The hammer broke away from his arm and flew like a black windmill, whistling with the wind, and then slammed into the greatsword in Bakar's hand.

'Bell !!'

The huge anti-shock force caused the two to crash into each other and quickly separate.

Bakar took three or four steps back, his forehead covered with green tendons, and his right foot sank deep into the black dirt before he stopped.

Isaac, who was also shaken a few steps away on the other side, roared excitedly, shook off the chain hammer and pounced again.

"Haha, this kind of power is too weak!"

'Wow!!'

The chains of the hammer and the greatsword mingled together, and the hammer head slammed into Bakar's head.

Without hesitation, Bakar threw a punch straight away.

'Bang!!'

The fists and hammers made a muffled sound.

Taking advantage of the gap, Isaac flung a whip leg at Bakar's injured waist.

'Smack!'

The sheer force even caused the stout Bakar to fly out in an instant, and then slammed into the trunk of the tree behind him.

'Click!'

The trunk snapped open, and then fell crookedly.

'Poof!'

Wearing a helmet, Bakar spat out a mouthful of blood, and his sturdy armor was covered with clear cracks, especially the wall of his left hand had completely burst open, revealing his naked red skin.

Ripping off the hammer-wrapped greatsword and throwing it on the ground, Isaac looked at Bakar, who was leaning against half of the trunk, with a disappointed face.

"I've killed a lot of half-bloods, but this is the first time I've been a Lava Demon bloodliner, and you've disappointed me so much, but don't worry, I'll still let your head hang in the corner of the collection room. ”

Bleeding from too much blood and being injured caused the red lines on Bakar's armor to gradually retract, and he leaned his back against the trunk of the tree, looking languishing.

Suddenly, Bakar seemed to have noticed something, and looked at the tall figure walking by in disbelief.

"You're not a half-breed!?How is that possible??"

"Hehe, a dying man is still worried about this?" Isaac lifted his foot and stepped on Bakar's breastplate, with a slight force, and with a 'click', the thick breastplate immediately collapsed a little.

"Sad little fellow, when you die, I'll tell you the cause of the problem. ”

Satisfied, looking at Bakar's desperate eyes, Isaac strained again.

However, just as Bakar's breastplate was rapidly denting, the already loose red lines on his armor swelled, and a pillar of orange-yellow flame mixed with a strong sulfur smell slammed into Isaac's face.

At extremely high temperatures, Isaac's face could be seen quickly charred, but it recovered strangely quickly, and the white skull was implicated with red and white tendons, twisted like pink mud, and it looked extremely terrifying.

In the flames, Isaac's two pitch-black hollow eye sockets were pointed at Bakar, and his completely burned throat made a 'hiss' sound.

"You're looking for death!"

Bakar's breastplate quickly dented in the great force, and the spurting flames came to an abrupt end, but Bakar, with the blood of a lava demon, was not completely dead.

His orange-yellow pupils stared at Isaac, who was rapidly recovering, and yelled backwards with all his might.

"Ron!It's now!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a silver figure leaped out of the woods behind him.

Half-crouched on the ground, Ron held two two-handed swords in both hands, and shot out suddenly like a spring at the charred black figure whose eyeballs were about to condense.

'Tear!!'

The sharp blade slashed at Isaac's chest, bringing up large patches of blood and flesh, while another sword slashed diagonally into the abdomen, severing all the internal organs.

After quickly slashing out two swords, Ron's sword exploded like a storm.

The sound of 'sneering' continued to come from Isaac.

For a time, blood and scraps of flesh covered the entire messy land.

In Bakar's vision, Isaac seemed to have been thrown into a meat grinder, first with a layer of charred skin, then red muscles, internal organs, and then white bones.

In a few moments, Isaac's front completely changed to the appearance of a flesh and blood skeleton.

But even so, Isaac hadn't fallen yet, and the chunks of flesh he had shaved off by Ron were growing at a strange rate.

Seeing this, Ron took two steps back, and then slammed his swords into Isaac's sternal space, and then wrestled hard.

'Click!'

The fracture of the spine caused Isaac to fall backwards, but the broken bone was able to slowly reconnect under the squeeze of the growing muscles.

The instantaneous high-intensity burst made Ron breathe heavily, and he looked at the squirming body on the ground with a cold sweat on his face, feeling very disgusted.

"What the hell is this monster!!"

Bakar tried to stand up with the trunk of the tree, but the dent in his chest made him feel as if he was paralyzed, and he could only watch it all weakly.

"This guy is a pure-blooded hybrid alien close to the Blood Giant, and the conventional method can't be killed, let's go! Get out of here and inform Skar Knight as soon as possible!"

Nodding, Ron ignored the guy on the ground who was still recovering quickly like mud, and turned to pounce on the Ryan soldiers around him.

Although these Ryan soldiers have the strength of ordinary knights, they are all ordinary people.

With Ron's current strength, he can't stop it at all.

Easily slashing over the two soldiers who had grabbed Rust, Ron carried the unconscious Rust on his head and ran towards the woods on one side without looking back.

Dense trees swept swiftly around him, moving quickly under his feet.

With the weight of two adults and the armor of three people, even Ron's current strength is very difficult.

After running for nearly ten minutes, Ron threw Bakar and Rust into a large hollow pit.

Inside the big pit is thick rotten leaves, and there is no fear that the two of them will be injured again.

Ron, whose face was a little pale, leaned against a large tree, took off his helmet, and looked around.

In the silence of the woods, there was no sound other than his heavy breathing.

This is the area of the Pfister Line, and those Ryan soldiers probably don't dare to chase after them rashly.

After a long time, he walked into the pit, turned Rust over, and put his hands under his nose and neck.

The heart was beating and breathing, and it seemed that he was simply unconscious due to excessive blood loss.

He took the medicine from his waist and rubbed it on the wound on his back, and then Ron walked over to Bakar and crouched down.

Compared to Rust's wound, Bakar's chest was completely dented, and the metal and metal of flesh and armor were mixed together, and it looked like he couldn't survive at all.

At this time, Bakar was lying on the rotting leaves with his eyes closed, and the blood foam at the corners of his mouth mixed with dirt covered his entire chin.

Looking at Bakkar's sunken chest with a complicated expression, Ron had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

He had already seen the corpses of many people, some of them of his own making, some of them by others.

But at this time, when I see people I know and are familiar with, I have an unknown taste.

Even, seeing Bakar's appearance, Ron seemed to see his future self.

For a moment, all kinds of thoughts rushed to my mind.

"Alas"

Sighed softly.

However, when Ron was about to get up, Bakar, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He took two big breaths, and his orange-yellow pupils contracted for a while, and finally turned into an oval shape.

Seeing this, Ron quickly helped him up, his face full of surprise.

"You're not dead!?"

Without answering Ron's question, Bakar opened his mouth wide and looked around blankly.

"Where is this? We escaped? Scar Knight??"

"We're still in the taiga, but," Ron looked back. "The group of Ryan soldiers didn't seem to dare to chase after them. ”

“”

Hearing Ron's answer, Bakar fell silent.

It took a long time for him to turn his gaze to his sunken chest, where a circle of red lines was slowly fading, as if it was about to disappear.

After a pause, Bakar looked up, his gaze glazed over.

"Ron, I'm going to die. ”