Inside the tent, time passed by minute by second.

Y0000!! ！

The spectators in the stands seemed to be infected by the tense atmosphere and became frenzied. They shouted loudly. The closed eyes on each face gradually flowed with abnormal blood. Perhaps they will, forever immersed in a blissful sleep, never to wake up again.

The air was filled with irritability, and the atmosphere was like condensation. The red ball in Mrs. George's hand has weighed a thousand pounds. She had to hold it with both hands, as if that was the way to bear its 'weight'.

But her body was trembling, and she looked at her ignorant child for a while, and looked at her beloved husband opposite, with pleading and deep confusion in her eyes.

Old George on the other side is facing the same choice. At his feet, the young Kuba clinged to his legs, like a drowning man, holding a floating log. It may be swept and sunk by a great wave, and it may be able to lead him to the light.

Anxiety and uneasiness filled the hearts of the husband and wife. They struggle, they struggle, they struggle, but time doesn't linger.

"Thirty seconds to go, dear Lady George and old George!" Clown Crane happily recounts a harsh reality, even making the final countdown worse: "25, 24, 23......"

"Great Crane, please let us go!!" Lady George could not bear the pressure and broke down.

She sat limply on her knees, bruised on the back of her hand, her fingers clutching at the bomb, her eyes out of focus and begging for Crane. Little George on the side seemed to notice something, and hugged his mother and wept silently.

Lose!

Throw it again!

Old George on the other end, his eyes blood-red and panting, wanted to throw the blue ball in his hand through the gap in the cage. Give back the damn pervert and let it blow up the culprit of all this.

Again and again, for a brief moment, the blue ball teleported back into his hand after each throw.

This is not a mortal struggle that can be freed from the force. They simply could not resist it and could only force it to accept.

“10，9，8.... (squeaky and squeak)" is a cold timer sound, mixed with a light melody. Crane was in a good mood now, counting down the last ten seconds while playing Diggie's violin to send them his blessings.

“... 3，2...”

At the last second, old George suddenly shouted to his wife, "Throw it out!! and in the last millisecond, he opened his mouth and threw out the blue bomb in his hand.

BOOM！

The moment it was dropped, the bomb exploded.

There was only one, not two. In the cage on one side, two big living people immediately became splattered flesh and blood. Under the background of the violin melody, it tells the ruthlessness of death. There seemed to be a remnant of the deceased's deep despair in the half-blown eyeballs inside.

Wow ho .... Madame George, pale, hugged little George and howled. She didn't cry because she was the murderer. It was she who pressed the button of the red bomb and killed her husband with her own hands! For the sake of her own children, for the sake of the unborn child, she killed her beloved, and she was also full of despair.

"Oh~ what a great person!" The man behind the scenes, clapping his hands excitedly and teasing. The leisurely little deputy walked to the empty cage with his calves, absorbing the two desperate and delicious souls inside.

Comfortable~ She is also one of the beneficiaries of intoxication.

The sound of the cloth tearing suddenly came, and the tent was torn open under the sad gaze of Mrs. George. Evil, finally ushered in the hero who ended it. He, York the Hunter—is here!

"Mary!!"

However, this hero, ignoring the woman who asked for help, found the cute little Lori at a glance, and couldn't move away.

The flames of vengeance, burning and devouring him. What bullshit council, what blood hall plan, what wizard territory...... At this moment, all of them were forgotten by him. In the eyes of the vicissitudes of life, there is only the thug who killed their family and burned everything - Lilith Marie!

呲呲呲.... The active blood and qi power in the body activated the strange weapon behind it, a large Yanan saw with a circular saw blade at the front. Just see the sharp saw blade, spinning at high speed with sparks, with York's anger. In the blink of an eye, it struck the harmless little girl in the center of the stage, who couldn't react.

But the weapon hit the ground, and a puff of dust filled the air.

Clown Crane, of course, can't look at his little Mary, killed by this hunter. He put his arms around the little girl, dodged the blow lightly, and stimulated: "Look~ Isn't this the lackey of the Parliament, the righteous York hunter?"

York is strong, quite strong and invincible for Diggie at the moment. In the eyes of Clown Crane, he is a mad dog who can play with whatever he wants.

"Die, you two demons!" the frenzied sparks of the sawblade in York's hand flickered by the light, turning into an illusion along with his body. The foggy and unawakened spiritual vision has long been integrated into the body, so that every attack is full of vengeful power, like a grenade, blasting out bursts of sound.

呲呲呲..... Crane and the little girl, standing quietly in the storm, a green curtain of light enveloping them. Under the mocking eyes, York's fierce attack landed on this impregnable barrier of magical power, and could only cause ripples.

"Not enough, not enough, not enough! I need strength, strength! stronger power! Avenge my family!!" The hunter, blinded by hatred, went to extremes under the absolute disparity. The blood gushing in the body began to get out of control, and the spiritual vision gradually dimmed and dissolved.... Under the uncontrollable force, the body is alienated.

You must know that the power system of Yanan Hunter is directly based on the power of monsters. It is also the most susceptible to chaos and the transcendent profession. When they lose their mental stabilisation, they will most likely become evil minions—demons. This is an alienation of losing oneself, which is uncontrollable and controllable (the origin of the Yanan horror).

Syllable!

The cloak on his body grew larger and exploded. Pieces of clothes were scattered everywhere inside. York's loss of control of his sanity caused his flesh and blood to lose order. The muscles and muscles of the whole body began to flow and bulge, and they were inhumanly strong. The water in the blood evaporates rapidly, forming a viscous and smelly plasma.

Slowly, on York's alienated face, there was only a deep mad paranoia about revenge.

"Alienation, even if you fall into the evil way, you are not my opponent. Do you know who you're up against?" Clown Crane didn't take him seriously when he saw this, "You may have heard that I'm Crane, Clown Crane." The Wizard of Klan who brings laughter. ”

Between words, he was no longer passively defensive. His pale hands suddenly clenched, and all but Diggie were all blown to minced meat. Under the extremely bloody scene, whether it was inside the tent or outside the tent, the small crawling sound of shadows gradually gathered and amplified.

In the slum or 'wizard's domain', all people, young and old, are in the hands of the past. In the midst of their scarlet dregs, beetles with clown patterns on their backs gnawed at their flesh and gathered into a wave of worms and pounced on Crane.

After a while, countless insects crawled inside and outside the body, and Crane's voice came faintly inside: "Little hunter who doesn't have a melt spirit (Note 1)~ Do you know what despair is deep in the bone marrow?"

A large wave of insects instantly engulfed the hunter York, who was still arrogant just now. His large saw, occasionally rising from the 'sea', swam in a vague humanoid silhouette, and was soon devoured by the ubiquitous insects.

It's just Clown Crane who slaughters the slums and awakens the dormant witches. Is it really just used against York, this small character?

No, killing York, who was disturbing his pleasures, was just an inducement.

It didn't take long for the real reason to come. The sunlight shining on the sea of insects suddenly suffocated, and the sky suddenly became cloudy. Under the gaze of the two pairs of eyes below, a sea of red, composed of a sea of crimson from terror to a huge amount of blood, covered the sky and the sun, replacing the bright sky.

"Wizard Crane, we haven't seen you in a while, Ludwig misses you so much!!" The sea of blood surged, forming a monstrous giant, and thunderous words came out of the giant mouth like a great vortex.

The sea of insects below was not to be outdone, and a magnificent insect giant rose from the ground. Far away, the momentum of the two is not up and down for a while.

"Old man Luther, don't you feel cruel to indulge a little fellow to come to me to die?" asked the shrill insect chirp in a loud voice.

"Cruelty? You're the least qualified to say that, aren't you? Besides, death is a relief to York, Wizard Cran!"

"Hahahaha.... Say, old man. Isn't it a good thing to come to me like this?" the giant of the sea of worms scratched his head, not wanting to continue talking nonsense with him. After all, maintaining this state, a large number of bugs die every second. Every time one dies, for Crane, it weakens a trace of strength. The price of raising a bug is quite high (Diggie is curious to eat a beetle, his eyes light up...). ）。

"The front line is a little tight, and the council has decided that they want you to relax, our old friend Wizard Klan. ”

Go to the front?Do you serve you?Clown Crane is crazy to work hard for Yanan, and decisively refuses: "What can I do to me?"

"That's it!" Ludwig, who came prepared, waved his giant hand, and in the sea of blood churning under him, blood red giants of different shapes stood one after another: "We have let you prepare for so long, Yanan's people are not dead in vain, Crane!!"

The elders of the Hunters' Council appeared in unison, and the sky was rendered red by the power they radiated. It is an absolute realm, representing a strength that cannot be denied.

Therefore, under the background of Yanan, the insect giant dissipates from time to time. As if the world had evaporated, Crane left this place with the dissipating sea of worms.

But Clown Crane, has a surprise in store for them.

——BOOM！

Shortly after he left, Neverwinter was blown up with a loud bang - "You damn abyssal scum, Crane!" No matter how angry the Hunter Council is, it is already powerless, after all, the others are long gone.

In his rage, Ludwig seemed to hear his sharp and insolent laughter.

What a headache madman!" he thought.

Thousands of miles away, this neurotic girl who was nagged by him, looking at the little girl with a round belly, looked very weak with one hand covering her hair: "Alas, little Mary~ You are really a little bastard who gives me a headache!"