Endless Debt.

Gold and precious stones were scattered in front of the eyes, and the scavenger was stunned for a second. The thunder light reflected on the precious metal, and the reflected warm light flashed through the scavenger's eyes.

"Run away!"

The fortuneteller screamed at the scavengers.

The scavenger rat saved the life of the fortune-teller, and being saved by an unexpected person in this situation, the fortune-teller has an unspeakable emotion.

The fortune teller doesn't think he is a good person, but he does have a good wish now, he hopes that the carrion rat can live.

A person like a fortune teller doesn't have much good intentions at all, and he is very aware of his own nature, but the more he is like this, the more the fortune teller hopes that his "crazy" behavior can last for a longer period of time, just like in many stories As written, in the end the villain suddenly wakes up.

Win the so-called redemption.

The fortune-teller tried hard to restrain the fear and those despicable qualities in his heart. He stretched out his hand and tried to push the scavenger to let him go. The scavenger had already saved himself once, and there was no need to save him a second time.

The scavenging rat was unmoved, but he was not trying to save the fortune-teller. The scavenging rat showed greed and madness, grabbed a lot of gold and gems, and stuffed them into the broken pocket.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

The fortune teller roared, the metal waved by the woman cut off the tunnel, it was like a wall, blocking the fortune teller's way, he tried his best to poke his head out of the gap, and kept cursing the scavengers on the other side of the tunnel.

"Shut up! What do you know!"

The scavenging rat took the blood-stained wealth and scolded the fortune-teller, "You don't understand anything!"

He yelled as he shoved them into his ripped pocket, "So what if you escape from here? To another sewer?"

"Look at you! Ugly, like a plague lair, full of festering sores, you think there will be a place for you! Take someone like me!"

The carrion rat roared at the fortune-teller, as if to pour out all the resentment and anger accumulated over the years.

"I'm done with this life, stop being a mouse!"

The violent emotion hit the scavenging rat's mind, his eyes trembled, and he kept muttering, "I'm going to Opals, I want to receive the best treatment, I will stand up, and I will usher in a new life... "

The carrion rat clutches the heavy sack, which contains riches taken from the dead, which will be his ticket to a new life.

He didn't feel too much reluctance to the fortune-teller Scavenger. Compared with his new life, anyone and everything was insignificant.

The fortune-teller looked at the scavenging rat dully. He thought that there might really be goodwill between himself and the scavenging rat, but for the wicked, kindness was really too extravagant a word, and it could only exist for a moment.

Moments later, the rats showed their mean nature,
The fortune teller raised a strange arc at the corner of his mouth, and laughed silently.

The severed steel between the two began to tremble, and it lifted sharply, cutting the tunnel completely, and the wind and rain poured into it.

"Not him, just two mice."

The demon moved his eyes away from the confronting two people, and more steel floated up. They were like fish swimming in the rainstorm, slowly wandering between the demon and the woman, while defending layer by layer, they were always ready attack.

...

Staring at the hideous figure of the demon, the carrion rat was stunned. Even though he had seen too many weird things today, when this monster that existed in the story appeared, it still gave him a full shock.

A bright fire was shining between the devil's teeth. He was about to clean up the two mice, but the moment before he was about to attack, the devil stopped.

The scavenger didn't understand why the demon stopped, and then he saw a festered hand clutching his pocket.

The fortune teller stood up with difficulty, his eyes were deep and deep.

"You're right... Leaving this is just living in another sewer."

There is no need to say anything else, only action can decide everything, the thin body swung a heavy fist, and the fortune teller smashed the bridge of the carrion mouse's nose with one punch.

Pockets full of dead man's treasure collide with each other with a seductive sound.

This is the scavenger's ticket to a new life, and it will be the fortune teller's too.

The two fought together, and the devil watched all this from the sidelines. He couldn't understand what happened between the two, but he liked watching people fight. The devil waited for the two to decide the winner, and the other was in great joy At that time, the victor's flesh and blood will be burned dry with fire.

Joy, then despair, the devil likes such a plot.

An interesting scene made the devil's vigilance relax for a moment, and this moment was captured by the hidden killer.

Just like the sun deflagrating, the ether reaction was raised to the extreme in a short period of time, even overflowing the alchemy matrix, and the high concentration of ether gathered together to form the ether phenomenon in the air, and the shining energy arc hit the metal.

"Help me, Amy."

Burrog said softly, as if speaking a spell, and then his pupils brightened, and the golden halo almost melted and shone.

The woman raised her left hand, and the swimming steel fish tried to cover the demon, and the demon also turned around at this time, facing the direction where the etheric reaction rose.

too slow.

The flame man overflowing from the corner of the devil's mouth, the restless steel, and the thunder that streaked across the sky.

All of this is reflected in Burlogo's eyes with incomparable clarity, like a slowed-down movie, each frame is given enough time for observation.

It's not that they slowed down, but that Borrog was too fast. He mobilized all the ether and was strengthened by Aimu. The snake scale liquid gathered in the palm of his hand and cast a cold lance. The increase in ether made him step The ground was shattered, and then came together with the thunder.

Out of the shadows.

The slow picture returned to normal speed, everything accelerated, the demon turned around and raised his arm to block, and the steel fish swarmed, cutting off Burogo's attack route.

The icy lance pierces them one by one, like a flashing meteor, you know its trajectory, but you can't intercept it.

The powerful impact caused the demon's body to fall back uncontrollably, and his huge chest was like a raised stone pestle. Burrog leaned on his lance, and stepped on the demon's chest with one foot and his head with the other. .

In order to reduce the burden, Bologo took off his armor early in the morning. Compared with the hill-like demon, his figure is thin and thin.

The demon stared at Bologo, and it was a shame to be stepped on the head by Bologo. The penetrating wound on the chest triggered the protection, and the huge ether was ready to go, and continued to maintain the release of the secret energy. He grabbed it He touched the lance on his chest, and was about to cut it off, when Bologo suddenly shook his head at him.

...

Burrog said nothing, the demon didn't know what happened, and then he felt a burning sensation in his body.

Red mercury gathered at the tip of the spear, and then the scorching scales exploded.

In an instant, a strong explosion was released from the demon's body. His body was tough enough, but that didn't mean the internal organs were the same. The high temperature and impact easily tore the demon's internal organs, and the fire overflowed from his mouth and nose.

The severe damage pierced the devil's moment soul critical point, the lance twisted into dense iron branches, piercing through his fascia and bones, like parasitic seeds sprouted, hot molten iron was poured into the burned empty chest cavity, and thorns pierced his eyes and ears. Ears wrapped around the demon's body heavily, taking root and sprouting.

Without the support of the secret energy, the demon's corpse shriveled up, its inhuman features disappeared, and its tall figure also shrunk rapidly. In the metal-woven cage, only a fragmented corpse was left.

Swarms of steel fish swarmed, and they surrounded Bologo tightly. The woman clenched her hands angrily, and thousands of steel feathers cut towards Bologo. The moment they touched him, they would split him into pieces. blood foam.

Burrog stared at the woman, his figure twisting and disappearing before the steel surrounded him.

winding paths.

Bologo appeared outside the encirclement net, and rushed towards the woman at high speed without stopping. At the position where he just stopped, the phantom dagger returned.

The woman was well aware of the horror behind Bologo, she tried to keep calm, called on the steel, and built barriers, and the steel fish wandering around her accelerated to circle around.

The flames of the cauldron burned along with Burrog's advance, and a large amount of metal rose together. Burrog pulled out a flame-shaped sword from the wreckage, waved the sword to give orders, and the woman also raised her left hand to command the fish.

Two torrents of steel rose up from the wreckage, like colliding ocean currents, they collided firmly together, countless steel rubbed against each other, and the fierce human flowers shone with dazzling glare, which was enough to cover the ears. There was a sharp thunder, and the woman's ear canal also overflowed with blood.

The world-shaking thunder broke through the clouds, and hit the coast of the hulk with one blow. The thunder and lightning passed over the metal wreckage at high speed. Both Bologo and the woman were affected by the current, and electric arcs jumped between the colliding ocean currents. There was a burning smell after the electric shock, and then a strong pain was released.

Bologo staggered a few steps, his heart was beating violently. This wreckage was simply a perfect trigger for lightning. The thunder was like a pacemaker, repeatedly hitting this huge steel corpse.

Thunder light floated among the towering metal wreckages, those ancient instruments miraculously restarted under the electric energy, and rays of light rose from the wreckage.

The brightest light comes from the top of the wreckage, the battleship from the wrath of the scorched earth, the thunder awakened its heart, and after many years the bright searchlights came on again, and Bologo even heard the noisy radio, inside Wartime songs from many years ago were playing.

The melodious military music reverberated on the ruins of the torrential rain with sonorous morale, as if the souls who died in the battle had been revived for a short time, and Bologo felt countless eyes gathered on him.

In a trance, Burlogo felt that he had really returned to the scorched-earth battlefield more than 60 years ago.

Picking up the flame-shaped sword, the woman in the distance also stood up again, her eyes full of hatred and anger.
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