Marcos quickly applied Alicia's elven potion to his sword, and then turned on a telepathy to Kaija. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "I'm sorry, I still didn't have a chance to get that guy out to breathe this time. ”

"I don't care, but can you really control it?"

"What do you mean?"

"That guy will scorch all enemies, and unless you can get the hostile ones from appearing in front of you, you'll be hard to control once you've summoned it. There was a hint of schadenfreude in Keja's tone.

"Hah, interesting, I'm starting to look forward to it. Marcos turned off telepathy and focused on the battle in front of him.

Maffeo is still entangled with the Yaksha King, no, not a grappling to be exact, but a containment. In the face of the increasingly ferocious attacks of the Yaksha King, Maffeo began to gradually lose his support. In the presence of Marcos, he had every reason not to use the flesh to fight, because the ogre's soul had been in a very delicate state for so long, and he was not sure.

He had noticed something was wrong when he had blasted the head of the Yaksha in the jungle with his ghost hand before, so he had to be more careful, and it might be a good choice to use the swordsmanship he had learned to fight more.

He jumped abruptly to the left, and danced a ball of short sword flowers to distract the Yaksha. And the Yaksha King didn't seem to be attracted by the short sword flower, and its pace at the moment looked a little erratic. Maffeo thought he was underestimating his opponent in this encounter - it could move and let out a powerful sonic roar.

Before Maffeo could swing his sword to block, he was slammed into the temple bench, which was crushed by his body in an instant. He felt his waist definitely hurt from the impact, as he felt a sharp pain coming from there. "Damn, my lower back ......" Immediately after, a piercing pain spread throughout his body, even his fingertips could be felt.

He tried to stand up, but felt his shoulders numb from the sharp pain, and he sat on the ground with unsteady knees. He thought that the sound wave just now had hit his body directly, and he couldn't swing his sword to reduce the force of the sound wave even a little. With a satisfied roar, the Yaksha King lunged at Maffeo, ready to deliver the final blow.

Darkness seems to be like the root of purgatory, and why it exists, perhaps this is the answer that Maffeo wants to figure out now. But in the next second, in front of him was Marcos's black ghost hand with a strange ghostly aura. Kaija was still sneering behind him, and the Yaksha King, the slash that flashed from his waist almost cut it off at the waist, and the roar that was essentially a scream rang out, and the Yaksha King fell to the ground in pain.

"I almost killed you. Marcos smiled at Maffeo.

"It doesn't matter, you saved me again anyway. Maffeo spread his hands and tried to get up from the rubble of the bench.

"I can't help you this time. Marcos turned and looked at the Yaksha King, who was barely holding up his body from the ground, and the effects of Alicia's elven potion began to work the moment he slashed at its body. Darkness and light are always opposites, and Marcos even finds it ironic, because his own existence is also darkness. He didn't know what kind of expression to use to face the situation in front of him, but he knew that he was going to finish off the other party.

The Yaksha King exhaled in despair, and suddenly took the initiative to crash into the blade of Marcos's sword. Marcos' eyes widened in surprise as it moved, he had thought a lot, but he hadn't expected the Yaksha King to make such a move. "Venus, the god of beauty, will curse your ......" a demonic voice sounded.

Marcos first saw a black flower of blood bloom from the Yaksha's chest, and then the cursed blackened blood gushed out like a geyser, staining most of the blade black. Then he felt his body flying backwards, and the sword gradually detached from his hand. He looked down at his chest, where the Yaksha King had left a terrible wound.

When he looked at the other again, the Yaksha was letting out a final sigh and then took a step back, two steps. After a noticeable pause, it began to quickly retreat. The black knife was still in its body, so much so that it still clung to Marcos's knife when it fell.

"Hell, Marcos, are you okay?" Maffeo held back the pain that had not faded from his body, and hurried to Marcos to crush the healing potion on his chest.

"Thanks, Maffeo. Marcos said softly.

"It finally knows who it really is, and it's a crazy warrior, isn't it?" Maffeo looked back at the body of the Yaksha.

"Yes, it's a crazy fighter. ”

Slowly, as if full of emotion, Marcos reached out and pulled the black sword out of the Yaksha King's body. He silently wiped the blood from the sword, then turned back to Maffeo with a not-so-good-looking smile. "Let's go back, I don't think it's going to be so threatening, though we can't guarantee that another Yaksha won't exist. ”

"Yes, but I think we're both tired, and my waist won't allow me to keep fighting. Maffeo nodded.

"Let's go. ”

For the stranger who was waiting outside purgatory, the two of them had nothing but apologies, because when the two turned back, he still did not choose to leave even though his condition improved. "I told him a long time ago, don't come here......" he thanked the two of them, holding back the grief in his heart. "But thank you for going out of your way to find my companion despite the danger, thank you very much. ”

"Goodbye, man. Maffeo nodded at him, though he knew that it wasn't a good thing to use the word goodbye too much. He also knew how difficult it would be to see this stranger again, and he even doubted that after some time he would remember the man who had lost his companion.

The two returned to the West Coast, moonlight already shining on the rooftops. The two of them helped each other towards their warehouse stronghold on the West Coast, and it always felt good to be back in their shelter. They were glad that they had defeated the Yaksha, but they were a little apprehensive about the guy's actions. Perhaps the purpose of this creature is to fight others, and if so, then the grace of Venus, the goddess of beauty, is truly cruel.

The only thing the two knew was that at least two or more guys were interested in their trip. At one point, Warhammer even wanted to inspect the two men's wounds, but they undoubtedly immediately refused. Maffeo felt that he was indeed a dangerous person, so he avoided him.

"Well, it looks like you haven't been able to move freely for a while. Freya gloated a little, pointing to Maffeo's waist and laughing.

"No kidding, Freya. Maffeo lay down on the bench and said helplessly.

"And then this. Freya threw an object at Maffeo.

Maffeo initially thought it was just a spherical ornament, but when he looked closely, he saw that it was a grenade with an undrawn ring. He looked at Freya in disbelief, as she acted like she wanted to kill herself.

"A reward for brave warriors. Freya winked at Maffeo in a rare mischievous way.

"What the hell ......"