Soul of Negary

"Are you afraid to ask for forgiveness?" A man holding a one-handed axe, looked excitedly at Chris who was kowtowing: "What legendary game is so unbearable when facing death."

"In this case, I won the quota to become a crow!" The man with the axe rushed to the front, and he chopped towards Chris with excitement.

"Hoo..." The breath did not alert the person who carried the axe. Chris's kneeling body moved forward, his hands hit the enemy's running feet accurately, and then the body rolled to the side to avoid falling. Axe lifter.

Chris raised his head and saw that a wound had been smashed on his forehead, and blood was constantly flowing on his face, and those black crow bacteria were creeping along the blood toward the wound on the forehead, revealing Chris's mouth.

"I'm sorry, the rhythm is stripped." Chris grabbed the black crow bacteria attached to the blood on his face, and used an advanced method of breathing. Everything has its own rhythm, and it can be obtained in accordance with the rhythm of everything. Perception and even strength, such as the gold of the rhythm, and if he changes his rhythm to repel it, he will repel things. Previously, he used the breathing method to expel the inhaled bacteria from the body. This is the technique he used.

I saw the blood tremble on Chris's face. Chris grabbed the germs on his face and shook it, throwing it on the fallen axe bearer.

"These germs only have instincts. They will instinctively want to get into the body of the organism, and of course they will instinctively chase the blood. You also have a mouthful of blood at the same time to ensure that the germs have not poured into your throat. woman!"

Chris kept breathing and used the rhythm to strip away the germs that had entered the body through the breath. The axe was thrown on the face by the germs, and those things poured into his body from the mouth and nose.

He wailed in pain and began to have dark spots on his face. It is estimated that it will not be long before he will die from black raven disease. It is not just that the black ravens are the crows, or the crows will not only have so many, but also need restrictions Quota.

"Should it be said that it is a legendary ranger, in that case, you can still find the characteristics of the black raven." Desha slowly holding the broken half sword, she can be careful to let others kill Chris, but In the face of this situation, she will not choose to back down, as she said, when facing the situation with Nozades, she will also choose the same behavior.

"Become part of Lord Negri, as he climbs to the top, seize the opportunity to become a ladder with a dead fight!" Desha's eyes appeared Negri's hand extended to her, people always need other existence to recognize and demand Yes, the reason why tesa works so hard is to stop getting evaluation of useless things.

"Don't you cherish life so much one by one?" Chris looked at the frightened siegeers, and tesa who was hiding behind but now strides firmly, and admiration flashed in his eyes.

No matter whether it is hostile or what kind of belief the other party holds, someone who can clearly understand their own needs, adhere to their own beliefs, and pay their lives for it, you can despise the other party’s beliefs are not correct, but you should praise the other party for this. Kind of persistence.

"Enough, Desha!" A voice came from a distance, stopping Desha's step forward. Adelaide stood on the roof in a robe black robe, and said with a serious face: "Now Reia is still in employment. , For Lord Negri, please also stay useful."

"...I see." Desha stared at Chris on the opposite side, put down the broken sword in her hand, and quickly backed away.

"New enemies." Chris kept breathing and adjusted his state. The two consecutive battles have cost him a lot of physical strength. This new enemy is more powerful in rhythm alone.

"It's really uncomfortable. My health is getting worse." Chris narrowed his eyes. Breathing was a magical method.

But Chris continues to take risks and constantly uses various breathing methods to run battles, but instead makes the body worse than the day, just like the gold of the rhythm, using the human body to fit the rhythm of the metal, each time it will disturb its own Rhythm makes your rhythm uncoordinated.

Long-term accumulation, this uncoordinated rhythm has formed a dark wound, and once it breaks out, Chris may die on the spot.

"Who can kill me, who can kill me?" The axeman shouted frantically at this time, infected with the black raven germ. He only felt twisted pain all over his body. Death had already been to him now. It is a relief.

He stumbled towards Chris, who was closest to him, so that Chris could not help but score a part of his attention.

"You have enough riots, just sleep here, Chris Mordo!" Yadre didn't care about the axe bearer. His eyes were awe-inspiring, and his voice seemed a little weird: "Alien scales, kill him! "

A dark golden light flashed away, the body of the axe was torn instantly, the light appeared in front of Chris with flying blood, and the sharp claws grabbed Chris, seeming to feel something, and hesitated. a bit.

The blood splashed and Chris fell to the side. A long wound appeared on his right waist. If he passed a little further in, he would probably see the internal organs. Just that thing, if it was not blocked by the axe holder For a moment, there is a little hesitation about that thing, I am afraid his body will be torn in half instantly.

"Thank you..." Half of the torn body of the axe holder fell to the ground and spit out two words, showing a relief expression and died.

"What is that thing? Animals?" Chris only saw some dark gold scales in a trance: "There is also an extremely uncoordinated rhythm that reminds me of the leader of Reia Comoros, no, that thing is better than Comoros will be even more uncoordinated!"

"Continue!" Yadre's cold and weird voice came, and Chris quickly stood up. He was most afraid of facing too many opponents with such speed or power, so that the various techniques of breathing method are extremely difficult to work. .

Chris quickly jumped into the alley, and the street was too empty. In the face of this hurry, there was no obstruction. Only when he entered the alley with complicated terrain, he had the opportunity to restrict the thing and defeat him. .

"There is still a question inside. Why did he hesitate when that thing caught me, is there something in me that can affect him?" Chris turned his brain desperately.

The dark golden light flashed by, and Chris was half hanging on the wall, evading this attack.

"Continue... Heteroscale!"