Even now, it's rare to see people who can come behind their backs without being noticed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Devon leaned against the wall, but was a little uncomfortable by the biting coldness on it, and he looked warily at the guy who had hidden his face behind the mask, pointed his knife at him, and moved two steps forward.

It was still dark and foggy, and the guy who had hidden himself under the black fog looked even more weird, and what made Devon a little wary was that he couldn't sense any breath from the guy on the other side.

"Who are you, and why do you keep following me?"

"Tsk," the voice on the other side sounded even lighthearted, "I don't bother to answer these questions. He said as he tried to walk over to Devon.

"Stop, friend. Devin immediately spoke up, watching the black mist guy slowly take a step towards him, but the alarm bell sounded in his heart, and a faint white light began to emit on his blade: "You are close enough to me." ”

He stopped, looked at Devon, and suddenly fell silent. Devon was almost holding his breath, he really didn't understand why the guy on the other side gave him such a dangerous feeling.

"It's a pity ......," he said, his masked face no longer facing Devon, and the guy hiding behind the mask looked up at the towering walls, shook his head, and slowly retreated until it was hidden in the darkness.

Devon watched as he gradually retreated, disappearing into the darkness, never speaking.

He straightened his hood, almost soaked with the sweat sticking out of the back of his head, so he simply took it off to cool himself.

"Whew......," he let out a sigh of relief, and after confirming that the strange creature had indeed disappeared, Devon turned around again and faced himself with the wall once more.

As for the word "pity", Devin will definitely not take it to heart.

Devin still hasn't canceled his talent, that is, the long blade that replaces the arm looks very sharp, his luck is not good, the result of some panic before is that there is no gap in the wall he is in, so he plans to rely on this long blade as a tool to climb the city wall, and then he can think about how to deal with the talent left by Igor, which should not be high.

It shouldn't be difficult.

Devon thought as he tried to stab the blade of his arm towards the wall.

The long, blue blade stabbed into the city wall with the same ease as slicing tofu, but it was so sharp that it could not be used to borrow power.

Then he could only barely go up, and he had planned to save any physical strength that could be saved to deal with all the contingencies that might arise on the city walls next.

Devin was helpless, pulled out the long blade, looked at the talent he had awakened a long time ago, and looked at the blue light reflected on the smooth surface of the long blade, reflecting his face.

Wait a minute.

Where does the blue light come from?

Devon, who reacted suddenly, didn't have time to make any movements, and he sensed an inexplicable throbbing from his body.

Poof.

The mark that had been buried deep in his body and was almost forgotten by Devin suddenly reacted, as if his heart was beating, and the mark seemed to suddenly expand in his body, and Devon, who had not yet reacted, immediately became extremely painful.

"Ahh

He screamed, feeling as if his head was about to be propped open, blue light seeping out of his eyes, nostrils, and cracks in his head that were gradually blooming.

Then his possession, which had been well controlled, also lost control of Devon's extreme pain, and another head that looked very shrunk gradually emerged from Devon's neck, but the same blue light also came out of its head.

Devon screamed with his possession, his body convulsed, and he fell to his knees weakly, as if something else had filled his body and he was about to be squeezed out.

As the light grew, Devon's face was like a cracked earth, blue light flickering through the cracks, and then suddenly his head exploded along with the possession.

The headless corpse on its knees was still panting violently, blood gushing out, and it reached out its hand, which had been restored to an arm, and touched its neck, as well as its head, which was no longer there, before it collapsed.

The walls of the city wall were splattered with the remnants of Devon's head from the explosion, but the cold and smooth walls seemed to have no friction, and all the blood and miscellaneous things slowly slid down, including blood and so on, and did not leave any traces on its surface.

The guy in the black mist mask slowly appeared again, standing not far from Devon's corpse, and then bent down to pick up the eyeballs that he didn't know if it was him, or if it was he possessed and left on the ground.

"Why......" sighed, the man who had once called himself Iago, and looked up at the top of the wall, where there happened to be a figure with its head exposed, looking back down.

He looked at the dark shadow above him, and the blue glow coming from his eyes, and with a squeeze of his hand, his eyes burst open in his palm.

......

The earth seemed to shake with the footsteps of the huge monster in front of them.

With a gloomy face, Billy hid himself in the gap between the houses, holding his breath as much as he could, sticking his head out to look at the huge monster that was moving in front of him.

He's been hunting down Lynch for quite some time.

Relying on his talent, which was originally considered a useless and could only be used to track, called the "hunter's sense of smell", no matter how far Lynch left them behind, he was able to catch up with him when Lynch rested later.

One of the benefits of the boss's talent is that as long as the main personality of one of them who is acting outside is tired or has some minor injury, the other personalities can come out and act in their place.

It's as unfair to Lynch as a wheel war.

At this time, Lynch was standing on top of the giant stitch monster, using it to explore and wander in this city, as well as to avoid the pursuit of the white-haired youth.

The top of the monster's head was the only place where he could barely stand on it, and apart from here, the rotten flesh and soft flesh of other places could make him sink into the monster's body at any time, which was fatal.

He was motionless, and the Hidden Blade skill in his hand helped him hide his body, voice, and scent, allowing him to use it as his shield without alarming the monster, while using it as his own shield while sharing the experience of other monsters that could attack this monster at any time.

However, the size of this stitched monster is still much smaller than when Lynch first saw it.

He's not in great shape right now because he hasn't rested for a long time.

Lynch squinted his eyes slightly, knowing that the white-haired young man was near him, and all he needed now was a small break to regain his energy so that he could deal with the other party's next attack more calmly.

Although he had little concept of time, he felt that he had been in the new city for a long time.