"Poof!"

There was a sticky sound like a melon fruit popping, and under Gascohen's ribs, twisted and proliferated flesh burst out at once.

It turned out to be two hands.

Two hands with no skin, no joints, only flesh and bloodshots!

Those two hands danced in the air like pythons for a moment, and then stretched out towards Han Dongwen who was lying on the ground, and when the blood dripping from the flesh spilled on Han Dongwen's body, it was like a strong acid erupted into a sharp pain.

"Tilda!"

Han Dongwen, who couldn't move, became a giant wolf waiting to be slaughtered in the literal sense, and he raised his head and screamed, almost using all his strength to feed, before he turned his body over in a half circle, trying to stop Gascohen's strange hands from tearing his back.

However, this resistance is too small.

"Don't resist, don't struggle."

The tone of Gascohen's mouth can even be described as serious, under the illumination of the scarlet light, Han Dongwen only felt that his body was light, as if weightless, and he involuntarily floated up.

Then, under Gascoen's control, Han Dongwen's huge body, which had turned into a giant wolf, slowly rotated in mid-air, exposing his back like this.

"Ah, sure enough, ......!"

Excitement and excitement made Gascohen's voice tremble, Han Dongwen's clothes had already been torn by this sudden deformation, and a gap was exposed in his spine.

In the middle of the gap, you can see the handover of gold and stone, and a sword with a little mottled rusty green.

Gascoen's two flesh and blood couldn't wait any longer, and one reached over to hold the hilt of the sword, ready to pull the sword out of Han Dongwen's back.

However, the moment his hands touched the sword body, a sudden, golden, dazzling brilliance suddenly exploded from the sword body!

"Ahhh——!!hh

Gascoen withdrew his hands and let out a beast-like wail.

The burst of brilliance not only blew his two hands into flesh and blood, but also shattered Han Dongwen's huge beast body, like a shattered sculpture, and Han Dongwen, who had turned into a giant wolf, was suddenly pushed out by the explosion.

Beneath his waist, he was blown out of touch by the violent blasting!

The scene was truly tragic, with only half of the giant wolf pulling helplessly and frantically on the ground with its front paws in agony, while a bronze sword shining with golden brilliance was half-stuck in its spine.

This huge impact not only seriously injured Gascoen and Han Dongwen, but also stood above Gascohen to resist Tilda's "moderation", but after being shocked by the aftermath of the explosion of the collision between this scarlet light and golden light, his body was crooked, and the huge light monument unfolding in front of him was shattered like glass in an instant.

"Tilda!"

The severe pain made Han Dongwen's mind no longer able to think about it, and he almost instinctively howled the first thought in his head.

Yunpo Sword!

As a descendant of Simeng, the Yunpo Sword must not stay here!

Dismantle this thing, the first machine will be scrapped, and I may be able to exchange it back to the faint king's tuba, which is much better than the current ghost who can't survive and can't die.

Since he couldn't escape with the Yunpo Sword now, at least leaving it to Tilda was a better choice than leaving it to Gascohen.

Fortunately, this time, Tilda finally found a flaw in "moderation".

Her figure was like a meteor, and at the moment when the scarlet light monument in front of her "Temperance" was shattered, the storm was wrapped in ice crystals, almost with a comet tail, and the ice crystal wings behind her were tightly closed like a sprinting eagle, and the whole person wiped the ground and swept over Han Dongwen's head.

In the next second, her hand tightly grasped the hilt of Yunpo's sword.

Unlike Gascohen, this time, the golden glow of the Yunpo Sword did not explode as hugely.

After being held tightly by Tilda, she stepped on Han Dongwen's shoulder without delay, and with a sudden force, she pulled the Yunpo sword out of Han Dongwen's backbone!

The huge giant wolf with only half of its body left seemed to have been cut off from power, and its eyes were dark, and it finally stopped moving, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Han Dongwen's eyes darkened, and his consciousness seemed to be thrown into a violent wind, and he immediately lost consciousness.

"It's ...... Dropping? ”

Tilda stepped on top of the wolf's half-body and clenched the Yunpo sword in his hand.

In front of her, "temperance" and "humility" Gascoen had risen back into the air, looking at her with an indifferent expression.

"The time has come to return, and this is the last kindness to you."

Gascoen held the chalice in both hands, and the other hand was visibly covered and repaired with newly spread flesh.

The hands twisted and twitched, and as Gascoen slowly approached, both hands slammed into the lower half of the remaining giant wolf in front of him, pulling the remaining intestines out and clenching them as weapons like whips.

"My Lord is merciful, even if you have been away from the Church for so long, Your Majesty, He will still be able to forgive your sins."

In front of him, "Temperance" stepped forward with a blank face, his hands folded in front of his chest, and a smaller, reshaped monument of light lit up again, guarding Gascohen behind him.

Tilda clenched the ice crystal spear in her hand and leaned sideways slightly.

The last time I took up arms against these people, I had never had such a hard time.

Such thoughts crossed her mind.

In the next second, she straightened up, revealing a grim expression like frost:

"No matter how long it takes, the answer I give you will always be the same as it was then, and it will never change."

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"Ahem——!"

The heart-rending pain was like a hammer that woke Han Dongwen's consciousness from his stupor.

It's a dormitory.

It's a dragon bed!

Before the aftermath of the catastrophe had time to stay in his mind for half a second, the sharp pain from bathing in the scarlet light before came from all over his body again.

"Fuck, I'm already numbered—ahhhh

He was about to crush his teeth and was about to ask for help, when he suddenly saw a scene that frightened him.

His hands.

It was not the hand of the first machine, but the hand of Han Dongwen, the faint monarch, who was still gradually oozing blood, and that unforgettable twisted flesh and hair appeared!

Why the fuck is this thing still coming along!

Han Dongwen threw himself to the ground from the dragon bed, leaned against the wall, and staggered to the study.

You have to find someone to save you.

And the person who is most likely to understand the reason for this right now is not in this palace.

Han Dongwen withstood the flesh and blood that sprouted from his body, dragged a long bloody footprint, and finally moved his body to the study, gritted his teeth, gave up his balance and fell on the desk.

An object was overturned by the impact, and it was immediately grasped by Han Dongwen like a life-saving straw.

"Can you hear me?"

"Help me!"

With Han Dongwen's low roar, the woodcarved faceless Buddha statue in his hand snapped, lighting up the familiar mirror crack.

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