Pulling Pandora from the back of the praying mantis, Roger jumped down naked, the soles of his feet itching a little from the plastic on the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The boy crouched down and grabbed a handful: "Fluorescent flicker!"

By the light of his wand, he noticed that there were fake grasses beneath him, and some of them were dyed white with straight lines, and they seemed to have crash-landed on the playground of some school.

Regardless of the location for the time being, Roger straightened up and turned around to look at the big mantis that had wasted a lot of his strength.

The big bug was lying on its side on the playground, with a total of six legs, five of which were knocked out by Roger, and now only a sickle appendage remained, and four blackened hind limbs were constantly stirring the air, trying to stand up again.

"Yo~ still alive? I just like something like you with tenacious vitality~" The boy held his wand and slowly approached the front of the praying mantis's inverted triangular head.

His words were answered by a scythe appendage wielding a slashing slash.

It is difficult for a bug to hear the malice contained in human words, and the main reason for the attack is running in front of its eyes with a lamp and shaking it.

However, compared to the previous peak state, the slashing speed and attack strength of the scarred Great Mantis have plummeted, not to mention that Roger now has a fluorescent spell to provide vision... He didn't even have to open three gears, and he ran two steps forward before passing the scythe that had been poked down.

Not only that, but the Pandora boomerang on the boy's left hand quickly deformed, and the huge cylindrical weapon took shape in an instant, and the three-barreled muzzle was aimed at the joint of the scythe's appendage.

The cannonballs exploded, sending firelight, smoke, green exoskeleton fragments, yellow juice and pink flesh flying everywhere, and the scythe's claws snapped, but the tips of the claws were still straight on the ground. The mantis let out a muffled snort, it was so badly wounded that the pain of a severed limb could not elicit its sharp hissing.

The bazooka turned back into a boomerang, and Roger raised his wand to observe it for a long time, then turned on third gear and jumped high, grabbing the same remaining intact insect tentacles.

After landing, he shook his arm vigorously, and his soft tentacles arced up and down like waves, stimulating the fragile nerves of the praying mantis.

The screams of the big bugs immediately became deafening, and the legless body rolled and wriggled like a maggot on the playground floor.

"The scream is good, it's full of momentum~" Roger shook the tentacles in his hand up and down, and said with a smile.

The praying mantis, which had no means of resistance, could only hiss and roll helplessly, and large strands of yellow liquid gushed out of its broken mouthparts.

Although the tentacles are soft, the toughness is not very good, and it is not as strong as the boy imagined (it can be broken by hand), and the random shaking like a convulsion makes the tentacles fragile and easy to break, and finally "rattle" with a crisp sound, bending out several weird arcs.

The praying mantis's tumbling frequency immediately went up a new step, and its wrinkled wings fluttered when its back fell to the ground, but Roger inexplicably thought of the bear child splashing and rolling in front of his parents when he didn't get a new toy...

Roger shivered as he glanced at the mantis's bug-like face like a Martian xenomorph.

MD, who wants to grow up like this and dare to be coquettish, it is estimated that he will be beaten to death sooner or later...

With a grinning look of disgust, the boy walked over to the huge scythe that had broken in the playground and only the front half remained.

Standing on the ground, there were at least eight feet tall appendages like a large knife covered with irregular serrations, Roger took his wand to his mouth and put down Pandora, wrapped his hands around the tip of the appendage, exhaled and pulled it hard, and the heavy mantis knife was picked up from the ground by him.

Pushing the appendage upwards twice, Roger took a few steps forward with the barb like the handle of a pointed knife, and slashed down at the junction between the mantis's head and body.

It's not so much a chop, it's a smash ... The mantis's 'scythe' wasn't sharp, except for the row of barbs that were so sharp that the entire anterior appendage smashed against the back of its head, the barbs embedded deep in the exoskeleton.

Roger poked his head past the 'knife' to look at the results of his blow, pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, but almost didn't spit out the wand in his mouth to the ground: "It's really time to get a handy weapon... Where can I get it?"

As he spoke to himself, the boy kept moving, holding the sharp barb with both hands, and pulling it backwards like pulling a saw.

The mantis's hissing sound immediately became high-pitched, and the exoskeleton, which had only been pierced with a few large holes, was instantly torn out of a huge opening, and pale yellow juice splashed and flowed out.

Roger didn't stop, hugged the spikes and opened the third gear and sent forward, there was an indescribable movement between the serrations and the exoskeleton, and then looked over, the back of the praying mantis was almost completely cut, and the inverted triangular head was pulled to the side.

But this didn't seem to have much effect on the mantis, and its body was still moving, its wings and broken limbs were still flicking, and even the half-broken chewing mouthparts on its head were constantly opening and closing.

"Oh, it's still moving~" Roger exclaimed, raised the juice-stained 'serrated knife' and ran to the junction of the mantis's abdomen and back and slashed it again.

It felt much softer to the touch than it was on the back exoskeleton, and with a small 'poof' sound, and then sawed twice, Roger gave up the glorious achievement of dismembering the great mantis...... This thing stinks in my stomach!!

The corpses are decomposed and fermented, combined with feces and other indistinguishable smells, which are comparable to biological weapons. Although Roger can bear it, there is no need to torture himself with a pole, right?

Throwing away the mantis's 'serrated knife', the boy took his wand and Pandora, his palms fanning in front of his nose, and he walked away with a frowning face and the big bug that was still moving.

It wasn't until he reached the barbed wire fence at the edge of the playground that Roger stopped, but he still felt the smell linger on the tip of his nose.

Shrugging his nose, the boy pulled the compass from the coin pouch hanging from his neck, closed his eyes and pondered for a while before opening the brass lid, the pointer pointing diagonally to the left front outside the railing.

After tumbling down from the sky, it was impossible to distinguish between east and west, north and south, and Roger was not very familiar with the current location, so he was ready to go all the way over.

A large hole was made in the barbed wire railing, and the boy trotted out of the playground. His magic was more than enough to deal with a large insect weighing several tons, and it was more than enough to deal with some broken fences.