"Murder, help!"

At this time, Arka shouted and ran towards the city gate in the distance.

A deliberate shrill shout had awakened the guards guarding the door.

Seeing that Arka was running and shouting, they immediately picked up their weapons and ran towards the place where Arka was.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Arka's dress was quite formal at this time, and he was seen holding his hands high with a look of horror, and his voice was pointing behind him with a hint of trembling.

"There's a madman there, and he's trying to kill me."

Hearing his words, the guards looked behind Arka, only to see a figure rushing towards him in the shadows.

And the running action is extremely exaggerated.

This image, which doesn't look like a good character at first glance, instantly made the guards vigilant.

Picking up the halberd in their hands, the guards on the city wall in the distance also raised their rifles when they saw the movements of their teammates.

Arka took advantage of the opportunity to slip through their slits with a frightened look and retreated towards the rear.

All the way to the city gate, panting against the wall.

By this time, Nevik had already rushed towards the soldiers.

The moonlight shone down just enough to illuminate his figure from the shadows.

Watching the enemy run like clowns and exaggerated and wanton made these soldiers instantly nervous.

However, at this time.

Standing on the city wall, it seemed that he was a commander or a squad leader, and suddenly shouted, "Wait, stop! ”

He seemed to recognize Nivik.

When he heard the voice, Alkadon felt bad.

Whether it was what he thought or not, he rushed out of the city without hesitation.

Nevik was heard shouting, "The man who escaped is a wanted man!" ”

"Gan!"

Hearing this, Arka ran faster.

And the captain did not hesitate to believe it, and immediately gave the order.

"Quick, stop that wanted man!"

The guards with halberds in their hands were a little dazed, and when they reacted, they all stepped aside to make way for Nevik.

The guards on the ramparts raised their rifles, turned around and began to aim at Arka who was already running outside.

"Whew! Shout! ”

Bullets sliced past Arka's side.

",."

Arka cursed, and had to adjust his running style to run towards the flowers next to him.

The lush vegetation obscures the enemy's view for a bit, and the moonlight is dim.

He was sure that the clown didn't even know that he was really a wanted criminal, and that he had just said it so that the guards would cooperate with him in attacking him.

Damn, I've been beaten up by this madman.

But it also shows from the side that this clown is not a gangster in the city who is not seen in the city, as Arka thinks.

Obviously has a status.

"Hmm."

Suddenly, Arka grunted, and a bullet burrowed into his left arm.

A moment of pain disrupted the rhythm of his running.

He had to endure the pain and rushed into the gardens on both sides of the road.

Bullets began to shoot indiscriminately around.

It's almost impossible to hit the Arka anymore.

And Arka could only hold his injured left arm, cover the wound as best he could, and run wildly into the distance.

But an injury to one arm clearly affected the speed at which he could escape.

Nivik also stormed the garden.

"Hopeless? Scared? ”

Cruelty and angry shouts came from behind him.

"Isn't it just playing magic to win you? Can't afford to play, right, as for being so desperate? ”

"What a maniac!"

I scolded in my heart, but the pace under my feet didn't mean to slow down at all.

The shouts of the enemy are getting closer.

"Fight!"

Arka lowered his right hand, which was holding his left arm, and flipped it, and a red gradient card appeared in his palm.

Without hesitation, he crossed his belt with the card in his hand.

The hedron he had set on his side belt streaked across the card.

The hedron instantly released a faint blue glow, and the light poured into the card like a silk thread.

The flaming red cross on the card is instantly lit up.

There was a hint of warmth coming from the otherwise cold card.

Arka didn't hesitate to throw the card out.

The card glided against the ground, cutting off the rhizomes of one flower after another and sticking them in the soft dirt in front of them.

Two more metal cards flew backwards.

By the faint light of the moon, the enemy's clown-like face had appeared in front of him.

Facing the two silver metal cards that Alka flew into.

This time Nevik had experience.

There was no intention of staying in place to dodge, and rushed forward.

Rolled directly on the ground, causing the cards to slip over his back, and then pounced on Arka like a hungry tiger.

At this time, Arka was half-crouched in place as if he was exhausted.

The spar on his waist was still shining faintly outward.

By the light of the moon, Arka had seen Nevik, who was only four or five meters away from him, and was already rushing towards him.

The face of the evil clown is so ugly.

The smile on it was almost splitting to the base of his ear.

"Bang!"

And Arka's face also smiled.

A wide pillar of fire, more than half a meter wide, suddenly emerged from the ground.

Directly enveloped Nevik completely, and two pillars of fire erupted from the left and right respectively.

The cross flames erupt outwards in the direction of the card's four corners.

The pillar of fire facing the ground, the flames that erupted were baked against the ground, and the flames spread out to the surrounding area.

The intense light of the fire illuminated the dark night in an instant.

The surrounding flowers quickly withered and withered in the burning fire, and turned black as they burned.

The intense firelight, the warmth that brought it, illuminated the Arka.

The flame-shrouded Nevik clearly had no smile left.

A smile shifted to Arka's face.

Arka got up, clutched his left arm and prepared to leave.

A fiery figure flew out of the torch.

His body was covered with burns, his clothes were sticking to his flesh, and the makeup and skin on his face were fused in the flames.

Arka's eyes widened as he looked at the clown who burst out of the flames.

Can this still be moved?

Dense red thorns, crawling all over the burning area.

It glows slightly red.

Now Nevik is completely like a demon crawling out of the abyss.

"Die!"

A hoarse and cruel cry flew towards Arka with a few glittering daggers.

A sudden attack coupled with such a close distance.

Even if Arka dodged to the side, it was too late.

A thin curtain of light suddenly emerged from his body.

The protective prop given by Andrei was activated.

The deadly three daggers pierced the light curtain, shattering it. But it also lost kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

Only Nevik's clawed right hand struck Arka's chest with five blood-red rays of light.

Five deep blood marks were scratched, and the clothes were torn, and blood sprayed out.

Nevik landed on tiptoe, his left hand, covered in scorching marks and entwined with scarlet thorn vines, and continued to attack Arka.

This time it was pointed directly at Alka's head.

The blood-colored glow was close at hand.

Reflected from Alka's pupils.

"Silver Light Crashing Fist"

A figure smashed down from mid-air, its glittering silver fist colliding with Claw's left hand.