Maffeo's already blood-red pupils began to glow red, and he couldn't hear Marcos's roar anymore, despite the distance between the two men. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before Hellbreath realized what was happening, it swung its hands at Maffeo again, and it was just a living target for it to stand still. However, things did not go as expected, Maffeo raised his ghost hand and punched it, and the Bone Prison Breath was directly knocked away by this punch nearly five meters away.

At the same time, Maffeo quickly stepped forward to pick up the greatsword, and then leaped forward, the greatsword slamming into the bone prison breath with a bloody breath. Unlike the mountain collapse attack that Maffeo had used in the past, this time, as the great sword slammed into the body of the Bone Prison Breath, the blood qi around the sword also burst out in all directions. The blood tore at the rotting flesh of the Hell, and the disgusting blood splattered on Maffeo's face.

Hell's Breath howled, expressing his pain. A shockwave was emitted from underneath its body, and Maffeo, who was controlled by Kazan, no longer knew what it meant to dodge, so he was naturally bounced off by this shockwave. However, Maffeo quickly rose to his feet as he fell to the ground, and once again swung his greatsword and slashed at the Bone Hell. The latter still tried to use the same method as before, only this time the greatsword cut off its left hand alive.

The broken arm fell beside Maffeo, who would have wanted to vomit as a normal day, but now, he was as irrational and emotionless as the zombie in front of him. All that was left in his eyes was fighting, endless battles.

Marcos still couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and he slowly took his hand off the suppressor as he wanted to free the spirit. He had sadness on his face, and there was a hint of incomprehension in his sadness. Maffeo's previous question also sprung up in his heart, what exactly are ghosts and gods? Yes, even if he has become a soul bearer a long time ago, but even so, he has always been ignorant of ghosts and gods.

As questions arise, Marcos struggles to figure out how to bring Maffeo back to his senses.

Maffeo swung his greatsword to create a cross, and at the same time, a red cross full of strong blood also appeared with the swing of the greatsword. The cross-shaped flesh cut through the flesh of the Bone Hell, and after cutting, it rushed forward as if with a longing for endless battle. This also made the already rotten chest of the bone prison breath unrecognizable.

Tiny Xiaoice exploded on Maffeo's body, and there was no cry of pain, Maffeo just let the blood slowly flow out of the wound. He didn't know what pain was, and he swung his sword again and cut off his right hand.

As if in a last-ditch effort, Bone Prison grabbed Maffeo and opened its jaws to bite Maffeo. Seeing this, Marcos hurriedly rushed over and swept it away with a strong knife, and at this moment, Maffeo actually attacked Marcos. Marcos dodged Maffeo's slash with a slight embarrassment, and his heart was already in turmoil. Swinging a knife at his brother, which he would never be able to do. But in this situation, it is almost harder to stop Maffeo than to ascend to the sky.

Hellbreath was unable to make any effective attack, but Maffeo's attack did not stop. He quickly pressed to the front of the Bone Prison Breath and slowly stretched out his ghost hand, and a powerful suction force suddenly emerged from the palm of his hand. The Bone Hell was torn by the suction, and it roared, as if to tell me that this should not be my final fate. Its body pressed tightly against Maffeo's palm, and Maffeo's reddish eyes showed a hint of thirst for blood. The blood of the Bone Hell was gradually flowing out of his body, and the blood was slowly collecting in the palm of Maffeo's hand.

Maffeo smiled hideously, and with a 'boom', the blood absorbed in the palm of his hand burst out instantly. Under the impact of this blood, the body of the bone prison breath was directly shattered.

The bloody shredded flesh on the ground announced Maffeo's victory, but the battle continued.

Maffeo aimed his blood-red pupils at Marcos, and for a moment, he slashed at Marcos with his great sword.

Marcos, who was reluctant to swing the knife at his brother, just kept dodging, and kept talking about the memories of the two of them. He tried to use this method to bring back Maffeo's sanity, but reality told him that it was all in vain.

Maffeo swung his sword again and again, Marcos dodged again and again, and madness had already descended here.

"I... I really don't want to hurt you. Marcos said tremblingly, but Maffeo swung his sword again as if he hadn't heard.

It is said that time stands still in times of pain.

Time, this thing was so tormenting for Marcos at this time, how he wished that all this was just a nightmare.

Marcos didn't know how long it had been, and he didn't know how many times he dodged Maffeo's attacks. Avalanche, Blood Cross, the terrifying Soul Seeker, Marcos dodged these deadly attacks with all his might.

Marcos's heart had never been more painful than it was now, and four months ago, under the moonlight, he was still suggesting that Maffeo practice swordsmanship. But now, ruthless fate has come to the door. Fate is really something that everyone can't avoid.

After another Blood Cross, Maffeo's movements finally slowed down. The red glow in his eyes faded away, which also represented the exhaustion of his power. The killing machine stopped at this moment, and the exhausted Maffeo fell to the ground weakly.

Marcos looked at it all, as if he couldn't believe it was true. He hurriedly rushed forward and shook the already unconscious Maffeo, and he said excitedly, "Hey, look at me, Maffeo, look at me." However, Maffeo did not respond, which also made Marcos's heart gradually cool.

A black object that had fallen from Hellbreath's body rolled to his side, and Marcos looked at the object with endless sadness in his eyes. Because of the wound and the release of blood gas, Maffeo was already in a state of massive blood loss, and if he was not rescued in time, then it was very likely that he would have died. Marcos understood this, and while reassuring himself that Maffeo was fine, he tore off his clothes and treated all of Maffeo's wounds to stop the bleeding. After all this was done, he began to anxiously look for a way to leave.

The black object began to glow outward, and the night pendant in his pocket also agitated at this moment. The surrounding environment began to crumble, and the death of Bone Hell announced the disappearance of this alternate dimension. Marcos looked around, as if he understood what the situation was trying to convey.

He picked up the black object, and at the same time, the tattered arch gradually appeared in front of him. Marcos didn't have time to rejoice, he quickly picked up the unconscious Maffeo and quickly rushed through the arch. At the same time as he rushed out, this alien space also completely collapsed.

Marcos ran down the road with Maffeo on his back, and he almost always used the fastest speed he could. A sharp pain in his chest filled his body, and his consciousness began to become unclear. In order to bandage Maffeo's wounds, Marcos had only a black shirt left on his body, and even the half-shoulder cloak used to cover the ghost's hands had been torn off by him.

"Do you remember? When you were ten years old, I played tricks on you every day, and you would always get angry at me and go to the nuns in the convent to complain about my behavior, you were such a funny bastard. Marcos said with a smile, but the smile could not hide the anxiety and sadness on his face. Maffeo still didn't respond, and even though Marcos knew, he kept telling the story of when the two were young.

"Damn, I...... I guess it's not going to be a... Good condition. Marcos' eyes began to blur, knowing that he himself was still wounded.

His legs began to struggle, and what little sense he had left told him he couldn't do so, but his body fell to the ground in disobedience. The last thing he saw before falling into darkness were three figures running towards him in the distance.

There's no going back, Wille......