In the smoke and flames of the city, Fisher gasped and leaned against the wall, the light of the staff in his hand weakened again, and then the magic crest that covered the staff slowly disappeared.

He was running out of magic, and he had prepared more than a hundred magic crests for this journey, almost completely engraved the entire staff, and was almost exhausted in the battle with Philon.

The fuel of the other party is the souls of those children, and squeezing out the soul of a child can burst out a lot of energy, and now there are five jars behind Philon's back, and the staff in his hand is only a few rings of the [Reinforcement] magic coat of arms that keep the staff from being damaged.

And there were many wounds on his body from Philon's death, and there were wounds in his lower abdomen or chest that were oozing blood, and there was constant pain, but the pain was not so deep because of the adrenaline produced by the battle.

"Haha, Mr. Fisher's willingness to fight is indeed tenacious, but if I am not mistaken, the magic on your staff is almost exhausted."

In the distance, in the smoke and dust from the battle, the tall figure stepped out again, and as he clapped his hands, the backpack behind him opened, and a metal can was ejected.

He still had four jars, but Fisher couldn't drag them all up.

Fisher leaned on the edge of the ruins of the building, and there was no panic on his face because of the desperate situation, because reason told him that he could only survive by calming down and thinking, and that it was pointless to mess with himself.

"Originally, I planned to use only a few, but I didn't expect Mr. Fisher's magic strength to be so strong, so many dangerous high-ring magic can be easily mastered, it's not up to you."

Fisher took the cane next to him in his hand and said to Philon,

"With this technique, you can't do so many things alone.. Who's behind you? Nari? Schwali? Or Kado? ”

There are very complex structures underneath the city of Philorn, and even if Filon has researched all the research results on souls by himself, and he is selling this energy to other humans, it must not be possible for him not to be investigated, unless there is another force to cover his tracks, otherwise Fisher would not have recently learned that such things exist in the city of Philoon in the southern continent.

Filone looked at Fisher, was silent for a moment but did not answer Fisher's question, just looked at his injured body,

"Fisher, I was still counting on your proposal, I can let you and the red dragonman go, I can not blame you for what you did to this city, but you have to make sure that you don't leak out here..."

Fisher's eyes twitched, and he stood up with his cane, his hands stained with blood, which was stained on his staff as Fisher moved.

"No need, this is the last time."

Philoon sighed, as if it was a pity,

"It's a pity that such a clever mind..."

With these last words, his body lit up with a deep blue light again. Fisher also took a deep breath, grabbed the cane in his hand, and made a fighting stance.

"Ding!"

A dead light shot in the direction of Fisher, and without magic, Fisher headed in the direction of Filone for the first time, his arm seemed to be injured, and even the staff he was holding was always linked to the ground, marking marks on the ground.

Do you want to get close?

Filon thought so, but his body had the bonus of the steam backpack behind him, which was not comparable to Fisher's body, and the power to ignite an entire soul made him as powerful as Superman in the novel, since this was the case....

The dead light of his right hand gradually extinguished, and turned into a fist and punched Fisher, who raised his hand to resist it with his cane, which was instantly beaten out with a ring of illuminated coats of arms by a huge force. And Fisher himself gritted his teeth and half-knelt on the ground, his cane sinking into the ground.

"Fisher!"

Filone seemed to want to give him one last chance, but Fisher's face was calm, and he tilted his cane slightly, making it arc on the ground, leaving a mark, and his blood-stained left hand punched Filorn's face, and the punch hit, but Filone remained motionless.

Fisher nimbly dodged with his cane, but his right hand seemed to have no strength to hold it, and he couldn't even hold the cane to keep dragging it on the ground.

Hit his right hand like this, so that he completely loses the ability to resist!

Filon's eyes froze, his right hand burst out with light, and slammed into his body while he was dodging, forcing Fisher to use his cane to resist, sure enough, Fisher had no choice but to raise his cane, and the blue energy behind Filon's body was transmitted to his right hand, making the power skyrocket.

"Click!"

Fisher's right hand was directly dislocated, and the huge force caused him to fly upside down in midair, and Fisher held the cane in his left hand, and stuck it into the ground and stopped.

The staff stopped in place, and Fisher stopped as if relieved.

"I'm sorry, Fisher."

Filone stretched out his right hand, the light of death had been lit, he had already given Fisher a lot of opportunities, since he wanted to stop himself, he could only let ...

"Needless to say, Philon, it's over."

Fisher's left hand covered his dislocated right hand, but he didn't move the staff, the reinforcement magic on the staff had disappeared, and without the reinforcement of magic, the staff instantly turned into ashes and dissipated in midair.

His face was pale, but he still stared calmly at Philoon in front of him.

Come to an end?

Filon looked at the calm Fisher in front of him, but suddenly realized something, his face changed and he looked down at the ground, but saw that all the traces that Fisher had carved on the ground with his cane while dodging just now seemed to be ignited, bursting out with a little red light.

It turned out to be a huge magical crest, but it was more like a misshapen tooth than the human ring-shaped structure, so that Filon didn't recognize for a moment that Fisher was depicting a magical heraldic on the ground...

This guy carved a spell on the ground with his cane on the spot during the battle!

"Human blood is a natural magic material, and I've improved this magic, but it should be powerful enough... , I've had enough of looking at your gas mask anymore. ”

Fisher snapped his fingers coldly, and the dragonman magic on the ground instantly collapsed, and a huge amount of fire poured out from the void in an instant, like a huge flame storm that engulfed Philoen, who happened to be standing on the magic crest.

"Boom!"

The extremely high temperature melted all the wiring connecting the prosthetic hand on his body, and the backpack behind him also exploded with the huge temperature, and the light blue illusory body in the remaining four jars struggled to escape from the jar, not knowing where to go.

“Ua tsaug...”

Only one of the jars fell to Fisher's side with affection, and the little mouth didn't know what to say next to Fisher, but Fisher couldn't hear what she was saying at all, and could only see the wolf's ears on the head of the little illusory figure trembling.

"'O child who longs for freedom, go down the river of your dreams. Look at the budding flowers in spring, the chirping cicadas on the branches in summer, the golden wheat yellow in autumn, and the sparkling snowflakes. Just don't forget to send me a message so I can see you who see so much'. Sleep, Qiqi. ”

Fisher quietly read a poem by Laufang, and the soul beside him stretched as if he had been sleepy, and put his hands around Fisher's neck illusoryly, leaning his wolf-eared face against him.

She dropped a non-existent kiss, and the next second it slowly dissipated in front of the still burning flames.

"Boom..."

The flames of the dragonman's magic gradually dissipated, and in the center of the flames, Philorn, whose feet were completely burned away, stared blankly at the sky, the gas mask he was wearing prevented him from being burned to death immediately, but the nutrient solution exploded from the gas mask due to the heat, allowing the air to come into contact with his scarred skin, and in just a second, the skin began to redden.

But he didn't cry out in pain, just stared blankly at the sky, and after a second or two, he laughed,

"Am I still failing... Aside from the battle between us, Mr. Fisher, I still want to ask you one more question that I asked you before, what is your approach as a train track steward? ”

Fisher was in so much pain that he could no longer stand and leaned against the edge of the rubble behind him, and by the flame burning beside him, he lit a cigarette, which was just too painful for him to stop.

He exhaled and said,

"I said, I'm not going to do anything..."

"What if there are fifty people standing on one side of the train's tracks?"

"The answer is the same."

"Five hundred, fifty thousand, five hundred thousand?"

"The answer is the same."

“.... Can you tell me why? ”

Feron's eyes were full of eager curiosity, and he seemed to be one step away from the answer he had been searching for all his life, and even though his body was close to death, his desire for the answer was far greater than survival.

Fisher glanced at him, looking in the distance in the direction of his mansion, where the smoke of the burning smoke was pouring out, and he felt that the Mills were getting closer and closer to the ground, and that they were all healthy.

Did Rafael succeed?

On the top of the hill, the red-horned dragonman dragged her companions out of the cave one by one, and even though she was covered with blood and dirt, her beauty was still unconcealable, and as soon as Rafael came out and saw the scene outside, she panicked and looked for Fisher's traces, even though she had been so hated in her heart.

Fisher's gaze was far away, and he thought for a long time, as if to answer Philoon and his own heart, and he said,

"Kill one person and save the world, I don't care to do such a thing."

Filone looked at Fisher in the distance, seemed to be lost in thought, waited for a long time, he seemed to have figured out something, and he burst out laughing at the messy dust in the sky,

"Hahahaha!"

Fisher snuffed out the cigarette and staggered to his feet, Philoun's voice on the ground became quieter, but he still trembled and took out a quaint book from his bosom and handed it to Fisher,

"Take this well, it's up to you how you want to use this technique, but it's best not to tear it up, or it will end up in another person's hands in another place..."

Fisher took the quaint book he handed over with some surprise, and the words on it changed abruptly into the language of Nari, which read,

【Soul Completion Manual】

Fisher's pupils shrank slightly, and he turned his head to look at Philoon on the ground in surprise, only to see that his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his vision, and his breathing gradually weakened.

"Fisher, what a monster you are... Get out of here, it's going to be destroyed. ”