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"Since you're so unhappy, I've got a surprise for you, but I don't know if you'll like me. ”

With a menacing smile on his rugged face, Hancock asked in a peculiar tone.

"Have you ever tasted what human flesh tastes like? Honestly, I'm curious, what the hell would it taste like?"

Niz Hegel didn't answer, maybe because the question was too nonsensical, Niz Hegel didn't want to answer, or maybe he was simply not in the mood to talk to Hancock.

Hancock didn't care about that, and while it was he who asked the question, it didn't really matter whether Nidzehegel answered it or not, because there was no change in his next actions anyway, and the question was more of a transition than a question.

"Whether you've tasted it or not, the next one will be something you'll never forget, because it's going to be the most special thing you've ever tasted. ”

Nidzehegel would soon know what Hancock meant.

Because Nidzehegel bit Hancock's right side of his body from the shoulder to the ribs, Hancock's right hand went completely into Nidzehegel's mouth.

The remaining magic in Hancock's body began to run wildly towards his right hand, and his right hand, which had already lost consciousness, could not control these magic powers, so the already messy magic became even more chaotic. Everyone understands the consequences of adding fuel to the fire, and soon, the arm's form's ability to restrain and channel magic power has ushered in a critical edge.

Whether it is a magic pattern or martial arts, the source of its power is still magic, if magic and martial arts are reversed on an equation, then Hancock is probably in the position of the great magician Aibang. Even if it is not in tune, in addition to his talent in the use of mana, in terms of the total amount of mana, it is not far from Aibang, at least at the level of Aegis.

Even if more than half of it was consumed, the magic power in Hancock's body still had a very large amount, and when this large amount of magic power burst out in one go, the terrifying destructive power was not much worse than real magic.

By the time Niz Hegel sensed Hancock's intentions, it was too late, and the magic of losing his physical restraint had reached its limit again, and he could even feel the pain of his flesh being burned by the magic, but now it was too late, and Niz Hegel didn't even have time to spit Hancock's arm out, and the explosion happened.

There were no earth-shattering sounds, no shocking visuals, just a short, rapid sound like someone was pounding a drum. But this is not to say that the explosion was less powerful, on the contrary, because the location of the explosion happened to be Niz Hegel's most vulnerable mouth, and the effect was so good that even Hancock was taken aback.

Nidzhhegel's skull was shattered, but the solid skin and flesh kept the fragmented skull in relatively intact shape, the eyeballs were squeezed out of the sockets, and the blood couldn't stop spraying out of the closed red cracks, but even so, Nizhegel didn't die, he struggled in pain, but could only let out a faint hiss, and the proud roar no longer came out of Hu Cong's mouth.

Even if he became this miserable appearance, he didn't die immediately, I have to say that the dragon clan is indeed very strong, not only in terms of strength, but also in terms of vitality.

Because of Nidzehegel's sturdy flesh as an isolation, the damage from the explosion did not fully affect Hancock, and he pulled his shoulder from Nidzehegel's mouth, and the huge dragon teeth embedded in the flesh were pulled out along with it.

The loss of support, excessive blood loss, and the sharp pain that allowed his body to actively cut off the pain made Hancock unsteady on his feet, but he did not collapse, at least not until he had finished his final work. Looking at Nizhegel, who had fallen to the ground like a dying fish, with eyes that had begun to blur at some point, even Hancock could hardly have imagined that the haughty dragon could become like this.

“...... Get up, stand up. You're the legendary noble and great dragon, aren't you?, then stand up for me, and expose your weakness to your enemies until the last moment. ”

However, Nidzhegel, who had been threatened with death, could no longer listen to these words, and Hancock's voice could only remind the dragon, who was about to go mad with the fear of death, that there were other humans around him.

Is this his enemy?, Hancock asked himself.

It is the spine that makes the chest stand up, but it is the spine that makes the spine stand straight no matter what kind of adversity...... Belief.

The dragons don't have that belief, at least not Nizhegel.

The humans around him are like straw floating in front of the eyes of a drowning man, and even if reason knows that the straw can't save his life, the instinct to survive will drive him to desperately grasp the straw.

"Edward!Where's Edward?!"

It was the loudest sound that Nidzhegel could make with his shattered head, and it seemed strange, but at least the words were audible.

"What are you waiting for, incompetent shit?!Why don't you come and save me!, in that case, I can still intercede for you, and get Geoffrey to forgive you for not being able to contain Mephistopheles!"

Hancock looked in Edward's direction with his eyes that could not see clearly, the young man had not moved since Nidzehegel appeared, and remained not far away as if he were in the background, and now it seemed that he would continue to play in the background.

Maybe it was because there was no response, maybe it was because there was not much time left, death was imminent, and Niz Hegel's voice began to grow panicked.

"Edward...... Edward...... Where's Edward??"

As Edward's name was repeated, Nidzehger's voice grew weaker and weaker, until at last the dragon could no longer make any sound.

For those caught up in this catastrophe, this is only the end of one of the scenes, but for Hancock, the time has come for the curtain to come to an end.

Hancock didn't want to quit at such a time, he wanted to see the crisis end, watch peace restore to his beloved country, and watch his beloved granddaughter return to a happy and carefree life, but he knew he couldn't do it.

When he came back to his senses, Hancock had fallen to the ground, he didn't even know how this happened, he wanted to get up, but his body didn't obey, and it became difficult to move even one finger, as if everything was telling him...... It's time to leave.