"call-"
Suspended at an altitude of 11,000 meters, Richard let out a breath. As soon as the breath left the body for more than ten centimeters, it instantly froze into ice crystals, falling downwards with a crashing sound, and fell into a sea of fire.
Within Richard's field of vision, the flames generated by the explosion of nearly a hundred miniature spell-tracking missiles continued to rise, completely engulfing the figures of the four Chikafus.
This should be solved after all... Richard raised his eyebrows slightly as he thought that in his opinion, even if the micro-magic tracking missiles could not kill the four Chekrafts, they would lose most of their combat effectiveness and would no longer be able to track him - after all , four people were seriously injured before taking off.
It should be safe to leave.
Richard's expression softened, and he watched the flames below slowly falling towards the ground like a burning cloud. The four figures of Chikafu did not appear for a long time, and turned around to leave.
As a result, when he turned around, he caught something out of the corner of his eye, stopped his movements, and opened his eyes slightly.
Then he saw a figure rushing out of the flames and approaching him at high speed. It was Chikafu.
At this time, Chikafu looked very miserable, almost the same as when he came from heaven. All the clothes on his body were burned, his skin was burnt, and his face was covered in blood and flesh. His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, his lips were split, and his bleeding teeth were clenched together, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.
His throat had been burnt from breathing in the hot air, and he could only make a vague sound. A hand stretched out, the burnt skin cracked, and blood flowed from the cracks. Afterwards, a large number of granulations grew out in an attempt to heal. This was the special ability of the heavenly body, but it was already very weak at this time and could not change anything.
Richard could see that Chikafu's eyes were extremely angry and determined at this moment, almost with the thought of dying together, squeezing the last of his strength to rush towards him, wanting to attack.
But according to the opponent's state, even if he does attack, there shouldn't be much threat to him. At most, it will only be as powerful as a slap in the face.
So, is this the opponent's last stubbornness... Richard curled his lips, raised his right hand slightly, and pointed the world-destroying glove he was wearing at the charging Chekafu, preparing to finish the opponent completely.
But just before activating the world-destroying glove, an idea occurred to him. Feeling the insufficient free energy elements in the magic source, he turned his hand, put away the world-destroying gloves, and took out the one-hit kill staff that had not been used for a long time.
Holding the blood-red one-hit kill staff in his hand, he aimed at Chekafu who was approaching in front of him. The free energy elements in the source of the spell surged out, and then a streak of blood flew out and hit Chekafu's body.
"boom!"
A blood hole the size of a fist exploded in Chekafu's chest, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and all the internal organs in the chest were destroyed.
Chikafu was hit hard, his eyes widened suddenly, his whole body trembled, he stopped in the air, then his eyes closed a little bit, and he slowly fell downwards.
died
should…
Richard glanced silently and began to turn around.
Before his body had completely turned around, the falling Chekafu suddenly opened his eyes, and powerful mana fluctuations erupted from his body, pulling out a series of afterimages and rushing towards him. A pair of eyes were almost split open, with both anger and cunning in their eyes.
Richard noticed Chikafu's sneak attack, and the surface of his body quickly emitted golden light, and the Armor of Achilles covered his whole body for defense.
But it seemed to be of no use. Chikafu rushed forward, grabbed Richard's left arm, opened his mouth and bit down hard. The teeth were like nails, directly penetrating the defense of Achilles' armor and biting into the flesh.
Richard felt his pain nerves being severely stimulated. He raised his eyebrows, made a fist with his right hand and hit Chekafu hard on the head, almost breaking his neck and sending him flying away.
"Hahaha!"
Chikafu, who flew out, did not feel any frustration. He stretched out his hand to straighten his crooked neck, and instead let out a burst of victorious laughter.
"Hahaha, boy, you're done." Chikafu's teeth were bleeding, and he looked over and shouted loudly, "Do you think you can really escape? Impossible! The bite I just took, although it didn't It caused you some fatal harm, but put a curse from the prophecy system on you.
As long as I don't die, no matter how far you escape, I will feel it, and I will find a way to lead people from the Truth Society to find you and kill you. "
After hearing this, Richard furrowed his eyebrows and looked towards the place where Chekafu bit him. He saw that the wound was full of blood and flesh, and there were four small round holes that looked like bites from venomous snakes. Around the four round holes, dark red lines quickly appeared on the surface of the surrounding skin. Almost in the blink of an eye, they covered the entire arm, forming an abstract pattern similar to a vine, which was very strange.
From this point of view, there is a high probability that what Chikaev said is true.
So…
Richard looked at Chikafu with murderous eyes. He turned his hand over and took out the world-destroying glove again and put it on his right hand.
He didn't use it just now because he wanted to save energy, which resulted in a mistake. It’s not too late to remedy the situation, so do it now.
Thinking of this, Richard was about to take action, then narrowed his eyes.
I saw that Chikafu seemed to have retreated into the distance as expected. At the same time, the back split open with a "stab" sound, and a pair of feathered wings sprouted out. The wings flashed rapidly, and within a moment they were several hundred meters away, and were swaying rapidly and irregularly to prevent being locked.
"You really want to kill me now, don't you, boy!" Chikafu's voice came, with a bit of sarcasm and temptation in his words, "Yes, you must really want to kill me. Because, the only way is to kill me. Only then can the curse on you be removed and you can be out of danger, otherwise you will have to wait to be hunted down by the Society of Truth for the rest of your life.
However, it is not easy to kill me, just like how I and a few others chased you just now - now the situation is reversed, you have to catch up with me first, and then use your weird glove attack to lock me down. Reach your goals. If you really want to do this, follow me back to Pompeii on the ground, I will be waiting for you there with the others! Waiting for you, hahaha! "
As he spoke, the wings on Chekhov's back kept waving, and while he continued to sway irregularly, his body descended rapidly towards Pompeii.
Richard looked at it and determined that it would be difficult to lock it. He slowly lowered his raised right hand and his expression sank along with it.
He now understood Chekhov's idea, which was to try every means to drag him to Pompeii and then find an opportunity to kill him.
After all, Pompey is the opponent's home court and can exert its greatest strength.
In order to achieve this goal, the opponent had continuously organized a line of defense to block him. When it could no longer be blocked, the opponent tried to find a way to impose a curse on him.
Once he returns to Pompeii in order to kill the opponent and lift the curse, the opponent will reorganize the defense line to confront him and recreate the previous scene.
In this way, he undoubtedly fell into the trap of the other party.
But if you ignore him and just turn around and leave, the curse will be really difficult to deal with.
To be honest, although he was sure that the curse was acting on him, he was not sure whether the effect of the curse would be the same as what the other party said.
It's just that this kind of thing cannot be taken risks, and he cannot bear the risk of guessing wrong.
So what to do...
Richard looked at the ground with a sinking face.