"Disrespectful! Die! His face was sunken in his head, but Abera was not dead.

A false god fire burned around his neck, and this flame protected his life.

With the angry scolding that was no longer audible, the other party had not yet stood up, and turned over on the ground like a reptile, exerting force on his hands and feet at the same time.

Sou!

The battle axe swung in, and Luo Xi did not show weakness, and the anchor sword slashed horizontally to meet it.

The heavy muffled sound spread, and the other party's thin figure was shaken away by Roxi's huge force, but the body flipped in the air to unload, and then combined with the increasingly hot flames on his body to launch a mad dog-like disorderly attack.

Abera was like a beast, and in the darkness of the night, this creeping and thin humanoid creature could hardly be recognized as a "human". The tomahawk swirled between his limbs and was always capable of striking at a tricky angle.

Roshi slashed and flipped it to the ground, and the opponent fell to the ground with exerted force at the same time, as if he had fallen on a trampoline instead of hard ground, and his body quickly turned back.

Then he jumped up in front of Roxi, raised his foot and stepped on the big sword that Roshi had not yet raised after slashing, and jumped into the air.

Roshi responded calmly and clenched the weapon in his hand for the first time.

Abera spun in the air, and the tomahawk moved with it, striking Roshi's greatsword three times in a row, each circle heavier than the other.

But it's still too early for Roshi's endurance limit.

Roshi leaned sideways and kicked away the opponent's fourth axe, and the two forces collided and spread a strong wind wave in the air.

The result, of course, is that Roshi, who is already more physical and down-to-earth, has the advantage.

Abera's mid-air posture was kicked away by this kick, and Roshi swung his anchor greatsword.

The opponent pulled back the tomahawk in time to block his chest, avoiding the end of the chest being directly smashed.

But that's just a remedy.

The bolt greatsword collided with the battle axe, and Roshi increased his strength slightly, directly carrying Abera's body and pressing him back to the ground from mid-air.

The strong body collided with the ground with a muffled sound, and Roshi withdrew his sword with one hand and threw the anchor crown towards Abera on the ground with the other.

Sonor!

Even though Abera's arms were numb, and the sudden fall to the ground made him feel his internal organs churning, he felt that the crisis had not gone away, and he did not relax his defensive posture.

The thrust of the anchor crown slammed into his tomahawk again, dragging him to the ground for a long distance before being pulled back.

Abra obeyed his inertia and finally rolled on the ground and hit a rock before stopping.

Roshi grabbed the chain and shook the anchor crown and walked towards Arbera.

This time, Abera didn't stand up as quickly as before, and seemed to "drop" on the ground for a moment, and then suddenly came back to her senses and supported her body.

"Drink ......" After Abera gasped, he suddenly pulled out a short sword from his bosom and stabbed it into his heart without hesitation.

Then he let go of his hand, the dagger resting on his chest, and began to pray, which, unlike those who had come before him, did not seem to stop until the moment he was truly dead.

Abera became a fire man.

Roshi looked at this scene and said nothing.

Seeing that Abera lifted the tomahawk and charged, Roshi shook the anchor crown, interrupting the opponent's menacing charge from a distance.

Abra flicked his tomahawk and deflected his head, dodging the crown of anchors that would have shattered his head if it hit again.

But it's not just the anchor crown that is terrifying, the chain that pulls behind the anchor crown is also flexible in Roshi's hands like another creature, and it is quite threatening.

Roshi flicked his greatsword, and the greatsword drove the chains, and a chain that intersected with Abera's tomahawk not far away suddenly bent into a loop around his neck.

If the chains were tightened, with Roshi's strength, Abera had no doubt that her head might fall to the ground on the spot.

Before the chains tightened, he slammed down, and even though the posture was embarrassing, as if he was kowtowing to Roshi, he managed to save his life.

Then adjust the posture and exert force in a prostrate posture.

A flash of fire swept in front of Roshi, and the wind blew in.

Bang!

Then, Roshi drew his gun.

Halfway through, Abera forcibly stopped the momentum and was torn open by a musket in the abdomen.

Before he could respond, Roshi finally stopped being as slow as before, and suddenly sprinted forward.

Before Abera could react, her neck was grabbed and lifted and thrown into the lake.

As if sensing Roshi's intentions, a strange "magma" flowed from the other party's body, and the tentacles formed by the magma helped him hold his body on the ground, stopping at a distance in front of the line formed by the campfire.

As soon as he stopped, Roshi had already retracted the anchor crown, recombined it with the anchor greatsword, turned back into a large anchor, and then stepped forward and jumped low in the air and kicked it.

Abera resisted with a tomahawk, but was thrown into the air by Roshi as a springboard.

Seeing this, Abera was a little sluggish.

Isn't that what he did before?

The next moment, Roshi turned in the air, and the huge anchors smashed down one after another.

In the first blow, Abera's body was shocked, and he was still able to support it.

The second time, he felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't lift his breath.

In the third blow, the seven orifices bled and his head was dizzy and crumbling.

Fourth!

Boom!

The battle axe in Abera's hand shattered on the spot, and all the blood that overflowed from his body turned into flames and magma, which made him almost completely a fire man who could not see the physical features at this time.

Roshi landed adrift, anchor on his shoulder.

Abra was knocked back a few steps by a combo of aerial strikes, and had already jumped over the campfire line.

Phew!

The water splashed violently, and the great sword with hideous teeth pierced through Abera, from the back to the chest!

Abera's eyes widened: "No! This will not work! Stop! ”

Rosie looked at him, and he also stretched out his hand to Rosie, and said in that foul and indistinct voice, "You can't let me die, you can't let her get out of trouble with my blood!" Or kill her right after I die! ”

"You're okay with your brain, suddenly you look righteous." Roshi said.

No, there is indeed something wrong with the brains of people who believe in this kind of false religion.

It was he who asked in vain.

"You don't understand! You power-hungry men don't know what you're growing up for! We ......," said Abera, raising his great sword behind him, dragging him straight into the lake, losing his sound.

The scene was silent, except for the gentle fluctuation of the lake water and the sound of a campfire burning.

In a moment, the sword reappeared, mottled with blood, and slammed into the campfire.

The strange barrier reappeared, but this time it didn't hold back the greatsword for long.

Bang!

Shattered.

Sou!

A figure eagerly emerged from the lake and landed on land, dripping from the lake.

Person?

Roshi went down for a moment.

Isn't it the master of the sea?

Or is it a humanoid master of the sea?

By the way, when Abera used to call this person, he seemed to have always used "she".

Looking at the other party's appearance, it is indeed a woman.

It was a tall, even slightly taller woman than Roshi, dressed in a pitch-black hunter's outfit, similar to Roshi's style, but distinctly different.

The hunter's costume on the other party's body also showed many damages, revealing the other party's somewhat pale skin.

The wet white hair was scattered, and the other party reached out to pull away a few strands of hair that blocked the view, revealing those eyes.

The right eye is a deep black, and the left eye is a bewitching bright red.

Hunter?

Roche didn't care what she looked like, after knowing Rhett, he thought that he would not be shaken by the so-called beauty, and Roshi preferred Rhett's gentle temperament, and the one in front of him was obviously much colder.

What should be more concerned now is what the situation of the woman in front of you is.

Crash......

Roshi looked behind the woman, her well-proportioned and slender dark blue tail slowly pulling out of the water, beautiful scales shimmering in the moonlight.

The end of that tail was tied to the same great sword from before.

Boom!

The tail thrust the greatsword beside the woman, making a heavy muffled sound, and a slight vibration of the ground could be clearly felt.

Roshi noticed that a section at the end of the other's tail seemed to merge with the greatsword, which was becoming part of the other's body.

"Thank you...... You. The woman spoke, thanking her in an unfamiliar Isaac language.

"Are you a hunter?" Roshi asked.

"Yes." The woman replied, in a soothing tone but with a hint of pathos, "I am a sea hunter from the Lookout. ”

Hearing this, Roshi frowned.

Seeing this, the woman showed an expression of understanding, and closed her eyes slightly, as if she had expected it.

Then I heard Roshi say, "What's that?" ”

"Huh?" The woman opened her eyes and looked at Roshi's expression and fell into more confusion than Roshi.

And what Roshi had in mind was:

What? Are there so many hunter-related organizations these days?

But he really didn't know anything.

(End of chapter)