As if reading what Kyllius was thinking, the clown Siso, who came slowly from a distance, skillfully played the playing cards in his hand and said with a strange smile: "Although I'm here at his invitation, I'm ......"

"I'm not a member of the Hakka family, and I can't help but come and harvest you all when I encounter so many ripe apples...... So, retreating or something, of course, it's just a lie!"

The strange tone that gave goosebumps all over his body reached Kyleus's ears, causing him to frown.

"You're from Kurol's side?!" Kyrlius' blood-red pupils suddenly contracted violently, as if he had thought of something very surprising, and the disbelief on his face made the clown on the other side chuckle.

"Isn't that okay?" asked Hisoka with a smile, leaving Kyrlius speechless.

Indeed, which team he belonged to was not under the control of Kylelius at all, and he had no right to interfere.

But the increasingly unfavorable situation of the battle still made Keerlius distracted.

The enemy's sudden increased strength came second, after all, for him, there was not much difference between a legend or a legend and a quasi-legend.

As a prince-level half-dead apostle and an eight-ring magician, even if two legends come together, they may not be able to kill him, so he is not worried about his own safety at all.

But the crux of the matter is that there are still three unconscious wounded here. Although after the doctor's surgery. The three Conelia seem to be out of danger, but they still haven't come to their senses because of the excessive attrition.

Now they are still defenseless, even an ordinary child can easily kill them, let alone two powerful professionals.

'Damn it...... ' Kylelius clenched his sharp teeth, staring at Hisoka, who was walking slowly, and Phil, who was also approaching this side, but at great speed, not knowing which one to defend against first.

You know, with his current strength. Although there will be no problem facing two legends. But if you want to take the initiative, you can only entangle one of them at most.

'Which one should I stop...... Hisoka looks a little stronger, but in this situation, the speed-type half-dwarf might be even more tricky. Look at Cheryl and the others just now. I can't stop his speed. ’

Kylelius prepares for magic. While thinking extremely entangledly.

While Kylelius was struggling, there was a man who helped Kylelius make his choice.

"Hisoka, it's too slow!" said an indifferent soft female voice from another battlefield. The familiar voice made Kyllius recognize the owner of the voice for the first time, it was Maggie, who had been a stranger since just now.

"Don't say that, I'm not here, Maggie......" In the face of his companion's questioning, Hisoka appeared nonchalant, not taking Maggie's displeasure to heart in the slightest.

But Maggie was still a little unrelenting, coldly and indifferently opened her lips, and spit out sharp words very quickly, "So you're too late, bastard! You broke away from the army from the beginning, don't you know that this operation is a collective action?!"

"Yes, yes......" Sisoka waved his hand unconcernedly, and continued to walk leisurely towards Kyleus.

And Kurol over there, after dodging a sharp sword aura, couldn't help but glance at Maggie's side, and then opened his mouth to knock what Maggie was going to say next back into her stomach, "Okay, Maggie, now is not the time to discuss this issue, let's solve these people first and then talk about other things." ”

"Tsk......" Maggie smashed her mouth dissatisfied, looking very dissatisfied, but in the face of her own leader's words, she had to listen.

So she could only glare fiercely at the clown with a disgusting smile in her eyes, and vented the anger in her heart to Fredonica through the silk threads that filled the sky.

And at this moment, Fredonica, who is huge, doesn't care about these small silk threads at all, although this is a special silk thread that can easily cut hard metal, but it doesn't have much effect on the scale armor that is harder than metal on the outside of her skin, at most it is just a little containment.

"Haha...... That's right, although your attacks are so weak whether they are serious or not, but fighting is about concentration!" A deafening laugh came out of the huge dragon's mouth, making Maggie, who was already on fire in her heart, even more furious.

Although the cruelty of the truth made Maggie unable to say anything to refute, after all, she was not the type suitable for head-on hard fighting, but there were other people who helped her open her mouth to respond.

"That's right, dragon! you have to concentrate on the battle......" said the barbarian, shirtless, showing off his muscles, snarling with a grim grin on his face.

At the same time, he waved a huge fist and smashed into the Phantom Dragon's body one after another, although there was still no obvious effect, but at least it was much more useful than Maggie's silk thread.

The dull loud noise, at least in terms of sound effects, is far more powerful than it seems, and is actually one of the main attacks that deal damage to Fredonica.

"A barbarian martial artist, can even the most lethal fist inflict such damage?" Fredonica whispered to herself, feeling the sharp pain coming from the part where she was hit.

Of course, it was whispered, but everyone present could hear it.

"Haha, of course! The martial artist's fist is the most powerful weapon, and the thing I'm most proud of!" Vogel said with a laugh. At the same time, as if encouraged, a pair of huge fists landed on Fredonica faster and harder.

Vogel then laughed, "It's amazing, very few creatures can withstand my attack for so long!"

"Hmph, of course, big man! The dragon's body is not something mortals like you can hurt. Fredonica said with some smugness, completely deprived of the fact that she had been almost ravaged to death by Nazi's spatial magic.

"You're the big guy, aren't you?" Vogel grumbled in his heart, although he was very tall compared to a human, but for a giant dragon, he was not at all comparable.

In front of the dragon, he, a big man in the eyes of humans, can only be called small, and this tangled psychology even makes his movements pause a little. (To be continued......)