[Chapter 9 Text, Volume 8]

Chapter 264 6 refrain from insulting the Guru

"Enough! Enough!" Just when Buwanga was holding the totem with both hands and smashing it high, the sound of the scarrithing rat scar under the totem suddenly burst out, and then Buwanga only felt a huge force under the totem, and out of caution, Buwanga, who jumped a few steps after stopping the attack, was careful and vigilant.

It was only at this time that Sparky saw the scar of the scavenger again, and saw that the scavenger at this time was extremely miserable, both the forehead and the eyes had been smashed by the totem in Buwanga's hand, and the blood could not stop flowing, and the broken claws were directly abolished one of its hands.

"Impossible, impossible!" At this time, the scavenger scar did not fight back directly after breaking away from Buwanga's attack, but looked incredulous, and muttered: "Just kidding, I dare to challenge the fighter of the creator of Diriji, how can I not even beat a human? It must be because I haven't eaten enough!ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I saw that the scavenging rat scar suddenly pounced as if it was crazy, and Buwanga took a few steps back again and was on guard, after all, if he had a choice, Buwanga would rather face a master who was stronger than him than a madman, because the madman's attack method would no longer care whether he would be injured or not, and that situation would be more violent and difficult to deal with.

However, to Buwanga's surprise, Scarred did not seem to intend to attack them, but fell directly on the corpse of Pete, the long-dead messenger of the Magic Flute. Because the original claws had been smashed by Buwanga before, but the scavenger scar didn't care at all, and didn't care about the direct fracture that caused the tearing of his hands every time he cut open the corpse of the Magic Flute Messenger Pete, only to hear the sound of "Flutter! Flutter!" The scavenger scar was actually stuffed into the end with the minced flesh cut from the corpse of the Magic Flute Messenger Pete and his own blood, and Buwanga and Spark, who were watching, retched.

"Well, when you're full, you'll have strength!" After this disgusting scene continued for a while, the scavenging rat scar casually wiped a handful of minced meat left in his mouth, revealing a strange smile and said, "Now it's time for me to kill you, and taste what fresh flesh and blood are like!"

"Bang!" stopped suddenly, only to see that the scavenging rat scar still maintained a rapid forward posture, but a bullet hole suddenly appeared on his forehead, and Buwanga, who had erected the totem in his hand and was ready to meet the enemy, only then reacted and turned his head to look, only to see a puff of green smoke rising from the muzzle of the Colt automatic pistol in Spark's hand, and Sparker said to Buwanga apologetically: "I'm sorry, instead of letting you melee with the monster that has gone crazy, I think it's more appropriate to end it at a long distance like this!"

"Hmm!" shaking his shoulders, Buwanga sighed for a while, and then said helplessly: "It seems to be" In fact, in Buwanga's heart, although Spark's move made him lose some of the fun of fighting, Spark's judgment was very correct, and it was understandable to exchange the minimum consumption for the greatest result. Ruthless and instantaneous output, do not drag mud and water, the road of the real strong.

"How come?" I fell to the ground, although the scavenging rat's scarred head had been pierced by bullets, but as a monster, its strong vitality was still maintaining its life, Sparker walked up to the scavenger scar, and said indifferently: "It is indeed admirable to dare to challenge your own creator, but it is clear that what you have done is no different from your creator, on the contrary, your so-called fighter is simply a kind of humiliation for a real fighter! You are not even a tenth of the Guru!" Speaking of this, Sparker couldn't help but think of the Guru on the 10,000-year-old snow-capped mountain who saved him, the fake "Mother", and only the creator who challenged himself like that was truly worthy of the word "fighter"!

"Hiccup" looked at Sparker a little blankly, the scavenger scar finally swallowed its last breath and lost the slightest breath of life, until it died, it probably didn't understand the meaning of Spark's words, "I said Spark, although you did have a lot less trouble with this blow, but you killed it, so how can we find the sixth apostle of the demon world you said - Direji of the Plague?" Buwanga still said with some complaints.

"Hehe, I have my own way to do this!" Sparker said this, as if he had thought of something, he patted his head and said, "Oops! I forgot to tell you, this Northmar monster has something called the 'Crazy Virus' in its body, once they cut your body, even a small wound will make you fall into madness!"

"Damn!" Buwanga jumped out of more than three meters after hearing this, and then looked at Sparker with the bruises on his forehead exposed, and asked: "Then why didn't you say it earlier? If I was not careful" Speaking of this, Buwanga didn't dare to think about it, because at this time, a face of his own suddenly appeared in his mind, rolling his eyes and drooling, it was clearly like a facial paralysis patient!

"Hehe, didn't I forget it for a while, I didn't also make a decision after this scavenger scar went crazy, so don't mind, good!" Sparker said with a smile as he walked over to Buwanga, scratching his hair, looking very proud.

"Okay, okay, I don't dare to talk back to you anymore, or you might kill me at some point!" Speaking of which, Buwanga also pondered when to make a straw man with Spark's name written on it, and then poke and poke it when it was okay to vent his anger.

Since the scarrithing rat scar is dead, there should be no threat tonight, because generally a leader-level monster like this is absolutely not allowed to exist when it comes out to move, especially when foraging, but after such a toss, Buwanga has already woken up and napped, where can he still sleep, this is cheap Spark, he didn't sleep enough, and he slept comfortably in the case of Buwanga's vigil.

The next morning, at dawn, Sparky and Buwanga were already on their way, for it was too hot during the day, and the morning was the most comfortable time for the desertified Northmar.

"Hey, I said, aren't you looking for the Sixth Apostle of the Demon Realm, Direji of the Plague?" Buwanga asked, puzzled as he walked through the desert.

"Don't worry, it's always coming!" replied Spark, looking at Buwanga with a look of confidence.

Not long after walking, Sparky suddenly stopped, then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he pointed ahead and said, "You see what I said is right?"

When Buwanga looked along the line of defense pointed by Spark, he saw a huge number of moth-like monsters appearing not far away, "No, you can tell clearly, this is different from Direj, people can fly!"

"Everything here has something to do with Diregi!" Sparker said very firmly, "Since last night's scavenger scar said that Pete the Magic Flute Emissary was punished by Diregia and became his usual snack for grinding his teeth, then it means that Diriji is the culprit who affected Nothmar!

"Enough fights, you're kidding, you've already suffocated me!" Buwanga was not a stupid person, and after listening to Spark's explanation, he also understood, and at this time, he moved his shoulders and wrists with a look of eagerness.

"Since we haven't fought enough, let's have a good time today!" Sparker also took out a pair of Colt automatic pistols from his waist, "I want to see how long you can endure as a 'noble' demon apostle but repeatedly lose soldiers!" After making up his mind, under Spark's eyes, Buwanga roared and rushed towards those monsters, and Sparker followed closely behind