"Alas, you boy, if you have any last wishes, just say it.

Or if there's anything else you'd like to say to Zefa and Christa, I'll tell them.

As for Christa, you don't have to worry, we'll treat her well.

Alas~"

Warring States sighed one by one, and his face was as heavy as water.

However, just when Sengoku was depressed, he heard a strange voice next to him.

"What, Marshal of the Warring States, did you just give up on me?

Don't you think I'm worth rescuing..."

Sengoku was shocked, what the hell?

He quickly looked up, only to see that Randall was like the best atmosphere group in a horror game at the moment, the Broken Ceramic Man?

But he still has confidence when he speaks, and his eyes are not as loose as a human being's death.

What's the situation, this is a corpse fraud?

At this time, Sengoku remembered to check Randall's state with what he had seen and heard.

But after such a check, the Warring States were directly stunned.

While Randall did have injuries, it was far from near-near-death.

Even if you are seriously injured, you will be hanging!

Randall glanced at Sengoku with a strange expression, did this old yin beep curse him to death?

Sengoku was stunned for a second before he raised his hand and pointed at Randall, and said in a complicated tone:

"Are you alright? Then you..."

When Randall heard this, he looked down, and then said nonchalantly:

"Oh, these are just cracked epidermis."

As soon as he finished speaking, Randall shook his body vigorously, and the fragments suddenly fell all over the ground, revealing Randall's still smooth skin underneath.

Seeing this, the Warring States complexioned even more complicated.

"You, how?"

He thought to himself, isn't the defensive power that Randall showed before his limit?

That's too much!

That's a top-level combat power!

However, after Randall hard next, has anything changed?

Breath, there are fluctuations, but not much!

There are injuries in the body, but not much! From the outside, the slightly dented red mark on the chest is the most serious injury!

This sweetness is a bit unconcerned about the Basic Law.

Randall waved his hand and said:

"Marshal of the Warring States, none of this matters!

Barrett is still watching from the side!"

Sengoku was startled and quickly turned to look at Barrett.

was really shocked by Randall, and he forgot about Barrett for a while.

"Huh? Why are you going?"

At this time, Sengoku saw Randall striding away in the other direction, and couldn't help but ask strangely.

Randall didn't look back, just said two words lightly.

"Eat!"

Now it seemed that he could easily take the attack.

But when he first took the attack, his injuries were too severe.

The so-called meridians are broken, and the muscles and bones are injured, nothing more than that.

The reason why he can still move now is the result of his desperate use of his life to return.

It is worth mentioning that the return of life and qi are very compatible, and when the two converge, the effect of one plus one is greater than two.

It is precisely in this way that Randall can pretend to be mellow in front of the Warring States. (crossed out)

It is precisely because of this that Randall can be like this, with almost no injuries on the outside.

But the price is that the energy he accumulated from overeating in the previous three days was completely consumed.

He still looks normal, but in fact he has reached the end of his crossbow.

He's been drained by Barrett.

Well? It sounds weird...

So Randall urgently needed to eat at this time.

All the way back

The warship, then ignoring the eyes of the soldiers and a few lieutenant generals, Randall made a beeline for the warehouse where the food was stored.

Those lieutenant generals originally wanted to come up and set up a set of clothes, condolences or something.

But after seeing Randall's eyes turn green, they always felt that if they went up at this time, Randall would just swallow them...

So he didn't dare to step forward, just saluted and watched him enter the warehouse.

A minute later, Randall walked out and headed for another warship.

The soldiers were a little strange, what was this for?

They then went down to the warehouse to see what was going on.

As a result, they were stunned.

Where's their food?! And what about a big bunch of food, enough food for a boatload of people for a few days?!

At this point, they thought of Randall coming in before, and they only stayed for a minute, and suddenly everyone's expressions were distorted.

One minute? Hehe, a minute...

In this way, Randall swept the food here, and Sengoku and Barrett were already fighting together again.

At this time, the expressions of the two were a little strange.

They now have a common question in their minds, and that is what Randall is.

Isn't this hard, a little too much?!

Anyway, with Randall's stubble, the two of them couldn't fight well!

Ten minutes later, the overeating Randall stopped the sweep.

Touching his belly, Randall exhaled unhappily.

Truth be told, he can still eat, but let's leave a boatload of food in case he needs it.

Coming out of the already empty cabin, Randall ignored the countless collapses, shocked, and suspicious eyes around him, and walked to the side of the ship, looking at Sengoku and Barrett who were fighting in the distance.

The two were already inseparable at this time, which made Randall a little regretful.

In this situation, he is not good to meddle and cause trouble.

Randall sighed, and could only watch, hoping that the two would give him a chance.

However, in the next second, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked in one direction.

"There... I think it's the place where the swordsman fell."

He muttered to himself.

Just now, he suddenly felt that something was attracting him and wanted to let him pass.

Could it be that the swordsman is not dead?

Randall didn't hesitate, followed his heart and rushed in that direction.

That swordsman couldn't help him when he was alive, and he could still turn the sky up when he died?

The appearance of the swordsman at this time is even more terrifying than before.

It didn't look like he had just died, but like a mummy with his bandages removed.

Approaching, Randall felt a clearer calling.

Only then did he realize that it was not the swordsman who summoned him, but the knife that he didn't let go of until he died!

This knife has a bright blade with a blood-red slender pattern on it.

What must be strange is that this knife is double-edged, and the whole body reveals a dangerous aura.

Randall looked at the knife, and he could feel that it was conscious.

It's waiting for him to pick it up!

Feeling this emotion, Randall's eyes were confused for a moment, then he took a step forward, leaned down, and slowly reached for the knife.

His hand and knife were getting closer and closer, and just as he was a hair's length away from gripping the hilt, Randall's movements sudden.

His overlord color suddenly rose to the sky.