[Chapter 9 Text, Volume 8]

Section 291 XXXIII Prison Rock Colt MK9

"Chatter, did you get upset when you were affected by this chaotic power? It's really disappointing to me, so" At this time, Ozma's wrinkled cheeks couldn't help flashing a smug smile, and then his pupils contracted, and the black mist that had already condensed into a ball on his chest suddenly shot towards GSD, and at the same time shouted in his mouth: "Die, Chaos Ball!"

"Hmm!" GSD, who was already under the influence of various negative states, only made a slight resistance before being hit by the Chaos Ball, and for a while GSD only felt that he was in the midst of countless wails, and there were countless cold voices echoing in his ears, saying nothing more than words telling him to give up his life and betray his partners.

"Wow wow!" GSD naturally knew that everything in front of him was Ozma's ghost, but at this time, he could only desperately maintain his mind from being infected, because he understood that once his mind was completely infected by these negative emotions, it would be difficult to turn back, after all, the "Blood Curse" released by Ozma in the entire Arad continent had erased the trust between everyone, and his prestige naturally did not need to be doubted.

"Chatter, what? still want to keep your mind in this environment?" Ozma shook his head and laughed evilly, and then said: "The so-called eighth-order strength is to win with one blow, how can I waste my energy? Don't worry, you're dead!" When he said the last few words, Ozma's expression was already full of hideousness.

But just as Ozma was about to walk past the time-running GSD to kill the rare group attacker Pandora, suddenly, he felt a gust of wind in his ears, and instinctively dodged his head to the side, just in the corner of his eye, seeing a bullet that was passing rapidly. Looking ahead, he saw that Goshawk, Nils, Besania, Aisara, Buvanga, Spark, and others were already in front of him.

"Oh, what a big show!" Ozma showed a smile worth playing, and then said with a bloodthirsty face: "But it's a pity, you who don't even have an eighth-order, do you want to die early?"

"Eighth Order, are you talking about this?" ignoring Ozman's mocking expression, the goshawk slowly took two steps forward, the revolver in his hand still emitting green smoke, which showed that the bullet just now was fired by him. When the goshawk listened to the footsteps, Ozma suddenly felt a strange energy constantly diffuse, and with a cautious attitude, Ozma probed the goshawk with the special physique of the ghosts and gods.

"Huh?" It's okay not to check, but a check makes Ozma a little confused, you must know that the exploration just now just felt that GSD, a "novice" powerhouse who has just entered the eighth order for a few years, and the goshawk is at best a master of the strength of the seventh order peak, but now that he has carefully investigated, although it is still the seventh order peak, the goshawk at this time gives Ozma a sense of threat.

I saw that the revolver in the goshawk's hand was naturally hanging on both sides, and when I saw Ozma's puzzled expression, he said: "Don't doubt it, I still have the strength of the seventh order, if I reached the eighth order, I would have tried to see if I could take over the contemporary spear god who has no head or tail of the divine dragon." Speaking of this, Goshawk raised the revolver in his hand with some pride and said: "Anyway, I am also the heir of the Colt family, although I am a rebellious boy, how can I have a little skill, oh! This is made from the mysterious ore I collected when I traveled to the continent of Arad, hey, after all, I still miss my Colt-Fire Serpent more, but as the saying goes, the old doesn't come to the new, and this weapon doesn't seem to be good!"

"Impossible!" Faced with the fact that the goshawk's seventh-order strength could make him feel threatened, Ozma seemed a little unwilling, after all, each class of strength was very large, so he asked: "I want to know, why you were able to make your strength increase suddenly, you couldn't give the old man such a feeling just now!"

"Cut!" Ozma glanced at him disdainfully, and the goshawk said: "The strength of the seventh-order peak can comprehend the ultimate meaning of their respective professions, you understand, right?

"Prison Rock Colt mk9?" Let's not talk about Ozma's feelings, at this time, Sparker saw that the revolver in the goshawk's hand also had a familiar feeling, after all, they were all members of the Colt family, and they were naturally very familiar with the family's habitual gun body design, so they hurriedly leaned over to the goshawk and whispered: "I said uncle, even if you are the heir of the Colt family, it is impossible for you to have this ability when you left the family at an early age, right?"

"Eh" didn't expect that the goshawk who was demolished by Spark's bastard boy suddenly had sweat on his forehead, and then said: "Nonsense, how can I make it, it's all to get rid of Brother Linus, and I'll introduce you to you when I have a chance in the future, right? Don't make trouble here!" And when Goshawk said this, Sparker remembered this person named Linus, and thought that the person who could make such a firearm must not be a mortal.

At this time, Ozma, who was watching Sparker and Goshawk "talking cross talk", was very depressed, although it was not a problem for an eighth-order powerhouse to wave his hand to solve one or two seventh-order strength masters, but if there was an existence comparable to an eighth-order powerhouse, the form would be very different, after all, it would not be a joke if he was attacked by others when fighting with an opponent of the same level. Thinking of this, Ozma also took out the revolver that had gathered nine Colt series from his arms and said: "Since so many of you are besieging the old man, then the old man will call some people to play with you!" After speaking, I saw that the revolver in Ozma's hand suddenly shone brightly, and the breath of the rupture of the space diaphragm in the first space suddenly permeated the entire battlefield.

"Oh no! He's going to call the other ghosts and gods to help, Azhara hurry up and find a way to save your old lover GSD, or he will probably be in the mood to swing his sword from the palace in a while!" Seeing that Ozma began to call for helpers, the goshawk hurriedly shouted at Azhara.

And Aishara was very unhappy when she heard the word "old lover", but when she heard that GSD might swing a sword from the palace, she panicked, as the so-called woman is forty fiercer than a tiger, even if Aisara's appearance does not age with age, but the physiological needs are just like that sentence, and she hurriedly ran towards GSD without blushing.

Three steps and two steps, Aishara rushed to the GSD for approval, and then felt that the GSD, who was being eroded by the strong negative emotions, suddenly frowned, and the cane was directly pointed on the GSD's forehead and shouted: "Necromancer Mystery: Come, Tyrant Barak!" I saw that a necromancer wearing purple and black heavy armor suddenly appeared behind Aishara with a huge horse chopping knife in his hand, and after successfully summoning Barak, Aishara did not stop at all, and directly waved his cane here and pointed at GSD and shouted: " Necromancer Mystery: Barak's ambition, devour!" I saw that the tyrant Barak, who was still behind Aishara, suddenly stretched out his huge claws and pounced on the motionless GSD, and just when everyone thought that Aishara was planning to "murder her husband", the giant claw that the tyrant Barak pressed on GSD's forehead was