Law of the Devil

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Chapter 316 [and fleeing] (below)

After a bit of dust, Dewey was gray-headed, but he could feel himself before he landed, as if someone was gently holding onto him behind him. That's not really falling.

And the White River sorrow and the Pope... Two of them, His Majesty the Snow Mountain Witch King and His Holiness the Temple Pope, are all the strongest men on the mainland, but they fell a head and bled. The old bone of the Pope almost fell apart, and his head broke. But the white river was full of dust and broken white clothes.

Dewey knew it was Sameer who gave him a hand at the last minute, and he couldn't help but mourn: "Sameer, being a man can't be so thin on each other. If you can hold me, why don't you give them a hand? ”

The voice of Sameer immediately appeared in his head: "Boo! Their death has nothing to do with me, as long as you don't die... and the old pope, I don't know why, when I look at him, I can't help but create a kind of hatred in my heart. ”

A “short” flight, just a few kilometres away, fell to the ground. Dewey knew that Sebastian would never stop, but he was afraid he was already running.

“I said Semel, I remember your strength should be fierce. Back in the Frozen Forest, even Hussein dared to fight, and almost lost and broke. Why are you dealing with this Iron Noodle Boy today, and you can't? ”

Thermel seemed to be silent for a while, and the voice was confused: "I told you, I don't remember anything about that. I know how good I am. Speaking of which, I've been feeling more powerful lately, but against a nine-level knight, you can't take me too seriously! ”

Dewey stunned for a moment and mourned her bad luck.

Indeed... Semel, to a certain extent, is indeed fierce! Strong!

This, however, distinguishes between situations.

Basically, this great-great-great-grandmother now appears in two different identities every time.

Sometimes she's this magic creature, this guy who likes to run around in front of Dewey naked with his calves.

Sometimes it's like she's the great astrologer in history!

It's like she's split into two different personalities.

Bias, if the magical creature came out, her strength would be less powerful. If the real Sameer comes out, then she will have the power!

And Dewey is probably in luck today, coming out not of that mighty Sameer, but just this magical little creature.

Dewey opened his mouth and said, "So when that Iron Face guy comes after you, you're afraid you can't stop him? Shit, what else is Rosso? ”

But he turned around and couldn't help but scream bitterly!

When that broomstick was already on the ground, it was folded into two pieces, never flying again!

Dewey's expression at this moment is incredible.

Wasn't it true great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great I happen to be unlucky today, it's my turn to work on a magical creature with comparable strength...

The broomstick was scrapped - that's all Dewey had. The broomstick was originally Sheikhan's thing, and he just brought a fun one.

How do we escape now?

Fly by himself? Manage the wind, he can do it himself. However, with his strength, flying on his own is fine. If he is to carry one person, then Dewey is not able to do it now... let alone two?

Hate... my own dragon warship, it's not finished yet, can't use it yet... Otherwise, it would have run away.

Eyes on the horizon behind him, a black dot from afar, is the figure of Sebastian, his body crossed, but he came extremely fast.

Dewey had a hard time weighing in at the moment, but he heard Semel dissatisfied in his head: "What are you hesitating about? These two guys, they're not your old man, they're not your son. What are you hesitating about, let's go by ourselves. ”

Dewey hasn't answered yet, and the white river on the ground sat up and sighed: "Little Dewey, go. ”

Dewey has a hard time weighing in at this moment. If he turns around and runs away on his own, it's absolutely fine. That Sebastian is not a magician. He can't fly after himself. If he just flies a little longer, he'll be safe.

But... Leaving White River sad? Watching this lonely, utterly powerful man let him die in the hands of such a despicable man as Sebasta, Dewey couldn't bear to let such a person, this happened!

Do you want me to play a regular body with a nine-level knight robe?

“Shit, just spell it once! ”

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Behind you, the Sebastian has chased only kilometers away, kilometers away. For ordinary people, if you run, you have to run for a while, but for a Class IX knight, it's only a moment away!

Dewey took a deep breath and then saw the distance, above the wilderness, a small forest, his eyes shining, hurried over, held a sire with one hand, then ran wildly towards the small forest.

Above this northwest wilderness, the trees really grow a little pitiful. The forest, sparse and sparse, is only a dozen, and the raw crocodile dates, at first glance, are malnourished, the trunk leaves are yellow, half-dead and inanimate.

Fortunately, after two years of exercising his body, the Starry Sky Fighting introductory movement made his body a lot stronger. He added a giant bull brute force magic to himself and added one or two agility techniques, which led him to carry two people all the way.

Behind you, Sebastian can catch up with you!!

Closer and closer, even Sebasta's voice is already clearly heard!

“Duke of Tulip! You've got nowhere to run! You're dying, in this place, who can save you! ”

After that, he pulled himself out of the ground and leaped like a big bird. Again, he came out more than a dozen meters and landed far from the ground. It was only a hundred steps away from Dewey!

Dewey had rushed to the woods, finally relieved, his body fell to the ground, couldn't care less to talk to the iron noodle boy, but he gasped for a few moments, and then he immediately touched the gold "life horn” out of his arms...

Turn around and look at Sebasta: "You iron-faced little bastard, no one here to save me? I'm telling you, Duke Fukushi, you're the one who tried to kill me! ”

Speaking, he blew the trumpet...

The horn of the wool immediately awakened the trees in the forest. As a silent whimpering roar shook, the trees swayed, their roots pulled out of the soil, shaking the dust and dead leaves, and came back to life.

Dewey raised the horn high and pointed at Sebastian and drank aloud: "Go! Step on this little bastard! ”

A dozen surviving tree men immediately twisted their clumsy bodies in an unconscious whistle and surrounded the past towards Sebastian.

Sebastian was stunned for a moment, he had never seen such strange “magic”, but he was stunned, and immediately saw that these tree people, besides being bigger and wanting to be more powerful, had really not much to worry about.

If ordinary people encounter a dozen huge things, they may be horrified, but with their own strength, they can be chopped into piles of wood in an instant.

He laughed: “Duke Tulip, is this your best bet for life...”

Before he finished laughing, he suddenly saw a huge black shadow hurriedly fall towards him, something had not arrived, the wind had poured, Sebastian quickly flew back to hide, heard a blow, but a tree man picked up a rock and smashed it.

Sebasta was attacked by a sneak attack, then angry, the sword trembled, the fighting gushed, a whistle, a cold air fired, then the tree man's half-baked body was cut off!

Several other tree men have come close, and the giant trunk has fallen down violently. Sebasta, though not afraid of these things, should also be careful among these huge things. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fun to get hit twice by this huge guy.

Sebastian has a magical skill, a strong body, and is self-healing. However, this stunt cannot be easily carried out. Once it has been carried out, it will later become a madness. His father Lugo, or Red Water, must be broken with mysterious magic in order to appease him. Otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.

So he's out there now, and he can't use that kind of secret technique.

Sebastian is well worth the strength of the ninth knight, frost fighting, cold wind, heard the wood chips flying, a dozen tree men, for a moment, he cut it into pieces.

But when he turned to Dewey, he saw Dewey and the others disappear! From a distance, suddenly a laugh came.

It doesn't matter if Sebasta doesn't look at it, but she's angry!

Only on the other side of the woods. Dewey's already gone! Over the wilderness, dozens of able-bodied wolves are struggling, while the White River mourns and the Pope ride among the wolves, on the two strongest wolves ahead. Dewey floated halfway through the sky, carrying out the magic of wind control and flying freely.

“Dear Major General, it's really nice to see you cut wood. In the future, if you're not a general, you might as well be a husband-in-law and not starve to death. ”

Sebastian looked pale, trembling and shouted, “Dewey! I won't let you go even if I chase you around the corner! ”

After that, he ran wild and continued to chase.

Those wolves run fast, but after all, the stronger wolves have limited stature and are far less powerful than horses. Run for a while at most and you won't be able to move.

Sebastian chased it all the way down, but he made up his mind, and in any case, he couldn't let these people go back alive!

Dewey floated in the sky, watched Sebastian come after him, and laughed.

Fortunately, I have the horn of life in my hand, and I have learned Druid's natural technique.

In the distance, you can see over the wilderness in the distance, there is a mountain, and the mountain is lush, but it is a forest. Dewey couldn't help but laugh and whistle, then directed the wolves on the ground and ran towards the mountain in the distance...

(Two chapters completed. Today's condition is slightly damaged, not much more. Rest assured, I will try harder later and not to disappoint you.

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