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But that still didn't help.

At least in Magellan's opinion.

He swung his sword in the fog, splitting the bullets that silently appeared in front of him, and continued on his way.

Another dark shadow always passed by Magellan at a critical moment such as the appearance of a bullet, but he never found a chance to strike.

Magellan is still moving slowly, and he has not lost his way.

He was waiting, like a hunter hiding next to a trap waiting for his impatient prey.

And the two uninvited guests didn't make him wait long.

In the midst of such an attack that simply delayed time, a deadly attack quietly approached Magellan.

The attacker was absolutely confident in this attack, because he knew that Magellan would not have discovered his presence in the interference of all this.

This is indeed the case.

Magellan remained calm with the fog and the attackers, unaware that a sharp dagger was approaching his back.

He then bent down and dodged the deadly attack, while raising his right hand and sending the sword into the assailant's arms.

By the margin, Magellan's sword failed to reach the enemy, but he was not disappointed at all, because Magellan knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had come.

The attackers were not prepared to endure any longer, they were like wild beasts that had fallen into a trap, baring their fangs at the hunter who finally appeared.

It was as if Magellan had fallen in the center of a frenzied storm in an instant, bullets like rainstorms, blades like winds, and fog holding him back, entangling him, like snakes trying to hang him.

But he was unharmed.

For the hunter, the prey's resistance is to cause them to lose their strength earlier, and then to die as a result.

And for Magellan, the attack itself is the stupidest act, and if the attackers hide in the fog, they can be safe for longer.

Magellan cut off all attacks with his sword, leaving two corpses by his side and throwing the sword out.

There was no sound in the fog, but when Magellan took a few steps forward, he found the sword on the last corpse.

"Even though I didn't have any hope for them, I was surprised by how strong you were. ”

Magellan sighed, although the fog had not yet dissipated and everything was hidden behind white, he could not be mistaken, and the smell of hunters was everywhere.

"I have no ill will towards the hunters, but there is something in one place that I must take back and stay out of the way. ”

"Whatever it is, it has nothing to do with you, turn back Magellan, the hunters don't want to be your enemy yet. ”

"What is a hunter?"

Magellan said this, stepping out of the fog.

What appeared before his eyes was a deck surrounded by white mist, with three waiting hunters.

Surrounded by fog, like a towering city wall, above the clouds, below were three men dressed in black, one was crouching on the ground next to the corpse of a white snake, and on the other side a man was sitting on a gorgeous scarlet sofa from nowhere, and among them, facing Magellan, was a man standing upright.

"Long time no see. ”

It was Arthur, the hunter who had cut off Magellan's sword.

He was shrouded in a black cloak, but despite this, he still looked skinny, and his left leg had iron rings and gears at the knee, which seemed to be something to help him move.

The hunter has never changed, just like his breath.

"What a surprise encounter," Magellan said, putting away his sword, spreading his arms, and smiling, "I didn't expect to be able to meet an old friend from Brittania from such a distant place, after so many things have been experienced." ”

"Please stop, Professor Magellan," the hunter said without a smile on his face, his expression was like that of an old hunter staring at a tiger, "we made a promise not to let anyone cross here. ”

"That is to say, you don't know anything about what's in the eagle's nest in the back," Magellan took a long breath. ”

"Please leave. ”

The hunter didn't seem to hear Magellan at all, and the moment he raised his sword, it was just when Magellan's foot crossed some invisible line and landed on the ground.

"The last time I was here, this wasn't the hunter's territory," Magellan completely ignored the hunter's posture as he prepared to attack, and he took another step forward, still defenseless, "What's more, that thing was originally put in by me." ”

"Then what we speak of is not the same," said the hunter, not putting his sword down, "nothing will come near you, Professor Magellan, it is safe, please go back." ”

"Who are the three men who attacked me in the fog?"

The hunter next to the serpent's corpse answered Magellan's sudden question, surrounded by mist rising from the corpse, from which the magic of building a labyrinth came from his hands.

"Three would-be hunters, at the moment, at least in terms of luck, they don't qualify. ”

"Don't say that," Magellan finally stopped, "after all, you are no better than them in this regard. ”

Then there was a loud boom and the sound of metal clashing.

The entire deck was shaking.

The sound of metal clashing was like the sound of raindrops falling to the ground in a rainstorm, and the hunter swung his longsword at a terrifying speed completely beyond Magellan's impressions, each attack causing a dull loud thud on the deck beneath his feet.

It's like a crazy speed game, where two participants wield a long sword, and the faster one wins, and the loser dies.

Until now, they were up and down.

The hunter and Magellan gave up observation and speculation and endless mutual deception, and they chose the most primitive and brutal way of fighting - slashing at each other in the most comfortable position of their own, and then striking again after the two pieces of steel collided.

It was like a tireless Titan blacksmith pounding frantically with his hammer on the anvil.

This was a battle that did not belong to humans, and even the two hunters who were watching gradually showed a look of fear, and they could not imagine how they could survive such an attack.

But the hunter and Magellan had nothing to do with it, and even enjoyed it.

For the gods, their eternal problem is that they can't find someone to match them.

The hunter's sense of pride prevents him from associating combat with fun, but Magellan likes it, and it's been too long since he's met an opponent worth his all.

"Don't let me down. ”