Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland.

Chapter 198 I just want to do this

Gee.

Lu Meng frowned.

Missed.

——But it’s all the same.

That human's body was not as strong as Krall's Choice, so the moment he was hit by the arrow, he was directly torn into pieces by the heavy crossbow arrows before he could be knocked away.

He slowly approached and continued to raise his hand to pick up the string.

[Crossbow: 35→36]

[Perception: 49→50]

The wind flowed freely, and the world in Lu Meng's eyes became clearer and clearer.

The cold touch of the heavy crossbow penetrated his fingertips, and all the bones in his body seemed to be connected with this murderous mechanism.

Asir screamed.

The desire to survive made this former Holy Chosen person burst out with amazing potential, and all his strength seemed to have been restored.

He struggled to shake off the body that was hugging him, turned around and ran towards the depths of the wreckage.

Lu Meng was not in a hurry either.

With the operation of the heavy crossbow tonight, his perception attributes are also constantly improving.

Since then, all members of the [Basic Attribute] panel, which represents physical fitness, have passed the 50-point threshold.

He savored this feeling and followed it slowly.

To others, the white-haired young man had already lost track of his target.

But in Lu Meng's perception, he was like a spider waiting to prey. Every tiny tremor on the spider line was so clear, announcing the direction of the prey all the time.

……

Asir left the white-haired young man behind him from a distance. Occasionally, when he looked back, he could no longer be seen.

However, the missionaries of the Holy Nation did not relax.

Now he felt full of regret when he thought about the wanted poster for 'Lu Meng'.

Due to the embarrassment of the environment and the depression of being exiled, he was temporarily dazzled by the reward number on the wanted poster, but forgot the crime written on it.

"how so!"

The person who wrote this wanted notice was obviously full of warnings.

There are bounties that authorities really hope bounty hunters can help track down criminals, but there are also wanted posters that are always on the top of the list just to warn everyone to stay away from them.

For example, the monarchs and important figures of the three major countries are all famous in each other's countries.

There are also some leaders of organizations or lone madmen. Their apparent bounties are far less than the value or crimes of these people, but the countries that want them will not bother to change it - because they have never heard of it. Who can really claim these bounties?

Now it seems that the wanted person for 'Lu Meng' is probably the latter.

There are a lot of changes tonight.

Asir just wants to stay away from these things now.

With a bang, he suddenly hit a high wall.

No, not a high wall.

He is a tall and generous Shaq!
There is actually a team of Krall's Choice here.

Judging from their confused looks, it seemed that they had charged too hard and got lost in the dark.

"what!"

Asir screamed for the first time tonight, turned around and ran away.

Kral's Choice, who was hit, was at a loss at first, but soon understood, with a sarcastic grin on his face.

Several Kexuan warriors followed suit.

They were not in a hurry to catch up with this panicked little bug - maybe he could lead his group of people out and return to the glorious battle.

……

Asir ran around in the wreckage, as if he was looking for an exit or simply to escape the fear that was weighing on him.

His heart was beating violently, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his breathing became rapid and messy.

After all, the human body's temporary outburst has its limits.

Just when Asil was about to lose strength and fall, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hamt!" Asir screamed again.The difference was that this time his voice was filled with joy.

The drifter wearing a woolen felt hat walked out from behind a large steel plate, carrying his slender and dangerous long knife on his waist.

"It's me." Hamut's voice was usually cold.

There were two Shaq corpses lying at his feet, their eyes widened, perfectly retaining the disbelief before their death.

It seems that these Krall's Chosen who attacked the market town did not expect that among a group of thin and humble drifters, there was such an executioner.

"No more words, Hamut," Asir said eagerly: "Two thousand, no, four thousand coins, I can give it to you now, as long as I hire you one last time!"

"——The human who will block you later, be careful, he has a heavy crossbow in his hand."

Asir only mentioned Lu Meng, but did not mention the choice of Kral, which was also due to his small thoughts.

Hamut has certain strength, so it should be no problem to convince him to hold Lu Meng back, but if another team of violent Shaqs are added to the mix, the variables will greatly increase, and the opponent may hesitate.

Thinking of this, Asir directly took out a handful of coins from his pocket and was about to stuff it into Hamut's hand.

He himself was ready to run away immediately.

puff.

A soft sound.

The thin blade penetrated Asir's heart.

The long knife stabbed out from the back, and blood beads rolled down the back of the knife, drawing a coquettish arc.

Asir didn't see clearly how the opponent drew his sword, and Hamut's speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to disturb the air.

The missionary only felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a stream of fishy-sweet liquid returned from his heart and lungs to his throat.

"Why..." Asir said with difficulty, "Don't you need money?"

If it wasn't for money, why would this drifter take on those dangerous killing missions again and again.

Could it be that you are so greedy for money that when you see yourself taking out cash, you just keep it to yourself?

Even so, he should be spared his life so that he can find out the remaining hidden private wealth.

"I never kill them just to get money." In the hazy moment, Asir seemed to hear such a sentence.

He suddenly realized.

Just as the Holy Empire sent him to the Stan Desert to preach secretly, United City also wanted to extend its tentacles to this area.

And because the relationship between the Shark Kingdom and the United City has slightly eased, the influence of these nobles has even become more prosperous, and they are all powerful enemies of the Holy Kingdom missionaries.

In order to fight against them, Asir hired Hamut.

And Hamut... what he always wanted to kill was just the nobles of the United City!

No wonder sometimes this drifter doesn't even spare people outside the mission, because it's just him who wants to do it.

"Actually, you guys are the same." Hamut drew his knife, and the blood splattered dyed his blond hair red.

"So I thought about it and decided to kill you."

The drifter held the knife and let his former employer fall, not caring about the coins scattered all over him.

He looked in the direction Asil came from.

As a wandering warrior, Hamut's state of mind has long been polished to the point of being as sharp as a blade.

——Intuition told him that there was a considerable threat there.

The white-haired young man just stepped out of the shadows at this moment.

He held a heavy crossbow in one hand and a Shaak horn in the other.

Below is the head of Kral's Choice.

Lu Meng met and dealt with them first. He originally wanted to scare the Holy Nation man with them - but now there is no need.

He threw the head away and let it splash out with fresh blood.

He then tilted the heavy crossbow upside down to show that there was no hostility.

The drifter slowly backed away with a knife-wielding posture, and then disappeared into the dark night.

Lu Meng walked forward and stood where he was before, and found that under the large steel plate was actually a simple shack built by someone.

I saw a thin man leaning on his wife and daughter, but the bodies of the three of them were cut into two pieces by the huge blade of the segmented axe.

Lu Meng sighed, turned around and rushed to the relay station.

　Thanks to my friend Roger Otalifus for the tip——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)