"Are you scared enough to beg for mercy?" A person held a one-handed ax and looked excitedly at Chris who was kowtowing: "What legendary ranger is so unbearable when facing death."
"If that's the case, I'll win the quota to become the Arakkoa!" The man with the ax rushed to the front, slashing at Chris with excitement.
"Hoo..." The sound of breathing did not wake up the person carrying the axe. Chris jumped forward on his knees, pushed his hands and hit the enemy's running feet accurately, and then rolled his body to one side to avoid the falling axe. Axe.
Chris raised his head, and saw that a wound had been smashed on his forehead, blood was continuously flowing on his face, and the black crow bacteria were creeping along the blood to the wound on his forehead, exposing Chris' mouth.
"I'm sorry, the rhythm is peeled off." Chris grabbed the crow disease bacteria attached to the blood on his face with his hand, and used an advanced application of breathing method. All things have their own rhythm, and they can be obtained by matching the rhythm of all things His perception and even power, such as the rhythmic gold, and if he changes his own rhythm to repel it, things will be repelled. He used the breathing method to expel the inhaled germs from the body, which is exactly the technique he used.
The blood on Chris's face trembled, and Chris grabbed the germs on his face and threw it on the fallen axeman.
"These germs have only instincts. They will instinctively want to penetrate into the body of living things, and of course they will instinctively chase after blood. You also have a mouthful of blood at the same time to ensure that those germs do not rush into your throat. woman!"
Chris kept breathing, using rhythmic stripping, to expel the germs that had entered the body through breathing, and the axeman 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 black spots began to appear on his face. It is estimated that he will die of the black crow disease in a short time. It is not just that as long as he is infected with the black crow disease, he is a crow man. quota.
"Shouldn't it be said that he is a legendary ranger? In that case, he can still discover the characteristics of the black crow." Desa slowly held the half-broken rapier. She could cautiously let others kill Chris, but When faced with this situation, she would not choose to back down. As she said, when faced with the same situation as Nozades, she would choose the same behavior.
"Be a part of Lord Negri, follow him to climb to the top, use the deadly battle to seize the opportunity to become a ladder!!" In Desa's eyes, Negri stretched out his hand to her, people always need other existence recognition and needs Yes, the reason why Desa worked so hard is to stop getting evaluations of useless things.
"Don't you all cherish life so much?" Chris looked at the besieged besiegers who were scared away, and Desa, who was hiding behind before, but now walked forward firmly, with admiration flashing in his eyes.
Regardless of whether it is hostile or not, and no matter what beliefs the other party holds, those who can clearly understand their own needs, stick to their own beliefs, and sacrifice their lives for them, you can despise the other party's beliefs are not correct, but you should praise the other party for this kind of persistence.
"That's enough, Desa!" A voice came from a distance, stopping Desa's progress. Adrey stood on the roof in a black robe of the arakkoa, and said with a serious face: "Now Rhea is still a servant. , for the sake of Master Negri, please leave us a useful body."
"... I understand." Desa stared at Chris on the opposite side, put down the broken sword in her hand, and quickly stepped back.
"A new enemy." Chris kept breathing and adjusted his state. Two consecutive battles had exhausted him a lot of energy. This new enemy was even stronger in terms of rhythm alone.
"It's really uncomfortable. My physical condition is getting worse." Chris narrowed his eyes. Breathing is a magical method. If you simply practice it, you can adjust your own rhythm and have the effect of strengthening your body and extending Lifespan effect.
But Chris is constantly taking risks, constantly using various breathing methods to run and fight, but it makes the body worse day by day, just like the rhythmic gold, which uses the human body to fit the rhythm of the metal, and every time it is used, it will disturb its own energy. Rhythm, make your own rhythm uncoordinated.
Accumulated for a long time, the incoordination of this rhythm has formed a hidden injury. Once it breaks out, Chris may die on the spot.
"Who can kill me, who can kill me?" The axeman yelled frantically at this time, infected with the crow disease, he only felt distorted pain coming from his whole body, death was already a thing for him now is a relief.
He staggered towards Chris, who was closest to him, so that Chris couldn't help but pay some attention to him.
"You have caused enough disturbances, just sleep here, Chris Modo!" Yadley didn't care about the axeman, his eyes were solemn, and his voice seemed a little weird: "Odd Scale, kill him! "
A dark golden light flashed away, and the body of the ax holder was instantly torn apart. The light appeared in front of Chris with flying blood, and the sharp claws grabbed Chris, as if sensing something, he hesitated one time.
Blood splattered, and Chris fell to the side. There was a long wound on his right waist. If he went a little further inside, he would probably be able to see the internal organs. If the thing just now hadn't been blocked by the axeman After a while, that thing hesitated a little, fearing that his body would be torn in half in an instant.
"Thank you..." The axeman, whose body was mostly torn apart, fell to the ground and uttered two words, then died with a relieved expression.
"What is that thing? An animal?" Chris only saw some dark golden scales in a trance: "There is also that extremely uncoordinated rhythm, which reminds me of the leader of Rhea, Comoros. No, that thing is more The Comoros need to be even more uncoordinated!"
"Continue!" Yadley's cold and strange voice came, making Chris stand up quickly. What he was most afraid of was facing an opponent whose speed or strength surpassed too much, and it would be extremely difficult for the various techniques of the breathing method to work. .
Chris jumped into the alley in a hurry. The street was too empty. There was no obstacle for such a fast person. Only when he entered the alley with complicated terrain could he have a chance to restrain that thing and defeat him. .
"There is still a question here. When the thing grabbed me, why did it hesitate? Is there something on me that can affect him?" Chris's mind was spinning desperately.
A dark golden light flashed past, and Chris' body was half-hanging on the wall, avoiding this attack.
"Continue... alien scales!"