Behind him are the night watchman "Red Glove" and the troops on the airship who may recover at any time, and the mysterious woman is the only one in front of him.

Without hesitation, Lanerus kicked his feet and charged towards the mysterious woman.

The other party also rushed forward with a dagger burning black flames, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.

Fresh from the Red Glove's assault, Lanrius was unarmed, but he didn't need any other weapons. Although he is only a low-level extraordinary in the "Thief" path, after being possessed by the hateful "True Creator" for a long time and transforming part of his body, he has also gained a lot of special abilities in endless whispering and curses that do not belong to the regular "Thief".

Slightly avoiding the direction of the dagger's attack, he stretched out his right hand, and the palm with the smell of stench and blood was about to slap the opponent's shoulder, the woman suddenly changed direction and dodged to his left, while the dagger fell, leaving a deep wound on his elbow, and the black flame on the dagger instantly ignited the skin of the elbow, and quickly spread, burning to other parts.

The cursed flame that was painful to the soul made Lan Erus break out in a cold sweat, and he hurriedly turned his right hand into a claw, slashed into the skin of his elbow, tore off the burning part of the black flame and threw it away, and then looked at the dagger swaying with black flames with fear.

'You're a witch?' Why is the Witch Cult involved in this? ”

The "witch" did not answer, but flicked her dagger and continued to stab at him.

Lanerus knew that in addition to the cursed black flame, the extraordinary person of the witch's path could control frost and all kinds of dark magic, but the silent mysterious witch seemed to have a penchant for hand-to-hand combat, wielding a dagger like a low-level one who had not yet been promoted, leaving a wound on his body from time to time, and he could only quickly dig out the flesh stained with black flames to avoid being cursed and continue to damage.

It looked like I was hurting myself......

And she's not going to kill me? Is it delaying time, waiting for the night watchman to catch up, or is it just trying to torment me through these pains?

Knowing that time was limited and he couldn't drag it out any longer, Laneus gritted his teeth and endured the pain from the wounds all over his body, and rushed towards the other party.

As he quickly closed the distance, the skin between his chest and abdomen, palms, face, and other exposed places exposed under his shirt grew dense small bumps, as if stones of different sizes were buried under the skin, and they quickly joined together, glowing with an unsettling rust color, instantly covering his whole body and turning into a set of flesh and blood armor.

This made Lanerus's thin body suddenly swollen, and his momentum increased a lot, and the witch's dagger quickly slashed at his left hand, but only left a shallow scratch on the rusty flesh armor, and the black flame still scorched these mutated flesh and blood, but unfortunately the effect was much worse than just now.

"Do you know, after being tossed by the gods for such a long time, even a person like me will gain a lot."

Clenching his fist covered in mutated flesh, Lanrius struck a lightning blow straight at the witch's face like a battle-hardened boxer, who nimbly bent over his neck to avoid the punch, but the blow that hit the sewer wall smashed the rock, and the dust flew into the witch's eyes.

Golden opportunity!

He accelerated abruptly, his hands outstretched, his left hand spread his swollen fingers, and he grasped the right hand holding the dagger, and his right hand smashed into a clenched fist against the hateful round face.

has been pretending to be inferior to the opponent's speed, and the injury that deliberately shows weakness has paid off at this time.

"Bang-"

The right fist with the flesh armor smashed unstoppably into the witch's head, smashing her head flat......

Wrong!

Lanrius watched as the witch in front of him turned into a thin white paper figure, its head cracked, and its right hand was held by Lanrius and was floating down in the air.

Immediately there was a sharp pain in his left elbow, and the witch who reappeared beside him swung a dagger, slashing his left hand to the elbow, and the rust-colored armor that had been indestructible just a moment ago was like paper paste, and the dagger shrouded in black flames sliced through it like butter, followed by the muscles, veins, and bones underneath.

Holding back the sharp pain, leaving behind his left arm, whose fleshy armor was fading away, Lanrius rolled out of place as he rolled in the sewage.

Standing up from the foul-smelling sewage and taking a few steps back, he held his left elbow to his feet, and a few strange flesh buds came out of the wound on his elbow, stopping the blood from flowing out, as if he was repairing the wound.

But the injuries that penetrated his body in the chest and abdomen, the previous battle with the "Sword of the Goddess", and the collision at the demigod level, made him exhaust his physical strength and spirituality, and now his recovery is very slow, and if he wants his left hand to grow completely, he can't do it in a short time.

But this witch, whose target from the beginning was my left hand?

Lan Erus broke out in a cold sweat in pain, but what shocked him even more was the other party's methods.

Several of her attacks were aimed at my left hand, my elbow to be exact, and she even pretended that she couldn't cut through my flesh armor, with the ultimate goal of cutting off my left arm just to find an opportunity?

Slowly retreating, Lanerus looked at the woman who was approaching step by step, who was obviously a "witch", but was able to perform a "paper man stand-in" like a "magician" of the Esoteric Order, shook his head, and said:

"Well, I really can't beat you, I'll admit defeat," he whispered, his eyes skimming to the side of the passage, his brain racing to think of a way out, "Are you from the 'Witch Sect' or the 'Esoteric Order'?" Or are you going to hand me over to the night watchmen behind me so that they can try me for my crimes in Tingen? ”

"Neither."

Except for the woman who had spoken two words when they met, she finally spoke again.

"I just said that I want you to remember the innocent people you killed," she stood seven or eight meters away, rekindling the dagger in her hand, and the black flames that burst out made the wounds on Lan'erus's body seem to ache again, "Look, after cutting off your left hand, are you a little more sober and can remember what happened in Tingen?" ”

"The next one is in the chest, don't die early."

As soon as the words fell, she waved her hand and threw out the black flame dagger, her body flashed with bright yellow light, instantly crossed the distance between the two, and the last one came first, appeared in front of Lanerus with the flames, reached out to take the dagger flying from behind her, and slashed at him with a knife.

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Dressed as a dock worker, Crane wore a clown mask with the corners of his mouth upturned and his nose adorned with red balls, and he ran quickly between the passages of the sewers, moving swiftly through the complex sewers, as if receiving some kind of guidance, running towards the faint sound of battle ahead.

After lying in ambush for several minutes at the location confirmed by the divination, Klein, who found that Lanlius had "missed the appointment", performed the dream divination again, and learned that the other party had changed his escape route and appeared in a sewer location near the dockyard of East Bairan, so he hurriedly moved in that direction.

Following the reminder from the spirit, he made his way through one bend after another, quickly approaching his target, but after turning another right-angled bend, Klein stopped, holding the tarot cards that could be used as throwing knives in both hands, and looked ahead.

In the pitch-black passage in front of him, a ray of crimson moonlight pierced through the crack in the sewer manhole cover overhead, spilling onto the water, and in the moonlight, a tall figure in a cloak clinged to the backside of another, slightly shorter, but more muscular, and a slender arm pierced through the latter's chest, shimmering with blood in the moonlight.

This scene made Klein's chest feel a subconscious pain, as if he had returned to the last day in Tingen, the day he was pierced through the chest by Ince Zangwill, shattered his heart, and died in front of Angel.

"Uhhh

The tall figure withdrew his arm and pushed the other man, who was no longer moving.

The deceased fell to the ground with his chest down, his left arm stretched forward from his severed elbow, as if trying to crawl away from the killer behind him.

The figure with blood on his hand moved his neck, and in the next second, bright yellow flames burst out from all over his body, and he disappeared into the sewer with a "snap".

Subconsciously looking around, Crane didn't notice the figure of the mysterious man.

The other party has already left?

He was on guard, slowly walked to the fallen deceased, pulled his breathless body out of the sewage, turned it over, and recognized the person's identity by the moonlight above his head.

This mangled corpse is hidden in the dock area, and it is Lanerus who escaped from the pursuit of the "Red Glove" tonight, but inexplicably changed its route and appeared here.

The face that had somehow turned bronze did not have the sneer that mocked everything in the world when he appeared in the dock union yesterday, or on the portrait on the wanted post, but with confusion and incomprehension.

"How did I end up dying here?"

His round eyes seemed to question Crane, who was looking at him.

From the head down, Lanerus's shirt on the right shoulder was dyed dark red, and it seemed that there was a huge wound underneath that was constantly oozing blood, but the clothing was not missing, and in the chest, the chest and abdomen that were about to heal ran through the wound, and the broken heart was still gushing blood from the wound that had just been pierced by the mysterious man's punch.

His outstretched left arm, the elbow-level position was only a smooth facet, and the forearm fell into the sewer, and Crane, who had no dark vision, did not try to find it.

He just stared at the symbolic death, his face contorted under the clown mask, and then he bent over and laughed inhumanly.

"Haha, hahaha, hahaha!"

In the breathless laughter, he panted and said intermittently:

"Haha, you guy, what, haha, how did you get ahead of me...... Hahaha. ”

After laughing for a few seconds, he abruptly stopped laughing that was worse than crying, pulled out the ceremonial knife he had brought with him with his backhand, and plunged one into the chest of Lanrius, sinking above the fist-sized wound, leaving only the hilt.

"It's better to rush forward without thinking about the consequences," Klein looked around after making up for the knife, and then took out the tarot card he was going to use in battle from his pocket, "Lanerus's appearance was seen by the night watchman, didn't he immediately know that you did it?" ”

He pinched the tarot deck with his thumb and middle finger, bent it hard, pushed his index finger forward, and ejected the whole deck one by one like a dealer in fancy shuffling, sprinkled it on Lanerus, and sprinkled it in the sewers beside him.

After doing all this, looking at the tarot cards all over the ground, and the corpses that reproduced the fatal wounds of the night watchmen who died in Tingen, Crane sniffed and said softly:

"Although I don't know why you came to Beckland, and how you found Lanrius, and killed him before me......"

The corners of his mouth under the mask grinned, as if he had become the smiling clown he played.

“…… But it's nice to know you're alive......"

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, 3K beasts are back for a limited time today.

(End of chapter)