Chapter 139
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"Yeah, isn't this just a topic between two homeless stray dogs?"
Kosche finally raised his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him with muddy pupils. "Don't I have awe for your former title? Even if you only held it for less than two days! You still received the treatment that a pharaoh should have from me.
Or, should a forsaken sacrifice like me give you more charity?"
His hoarse voice carried the sound of thunder, the anger of the immortal, shapeshifter, and demon king. "If you want my admiration, perhaps you shouldn't refuse that sacrificial ritual!
Before being driven off that chair you barely sat on, you should have died with honor, instead of surviving like a stray dog!"
Amon-Mesis's expression twisted.
It was as if countless insects were crawling underneath, his face was so handsome, but at this moment, it looked like a demon, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a voice from between them.
"Oh, Kosche, you have truly hurt my heart."
Then, the Sphinx raised his eyes and stared fiercely at the old man in front of him.
"Likewise." The old man on the wheelchair looked back indifferently. "If you want to leave this ship with dignity, then don't offend my family, Amon-Mesis.
This is the final warning a powerless elder brother can give you."
In the silence, neither of them spoke.
Only the distant sound of wailing could be heard.
After a long time, Amon-Mesis's expression finally calmed down.
"Very well."
He took a step back and spoke in a cold voice. "Sphinx, let's go."
He turned around and left, the orange cat coldly glanced at Kosche and disappeared into the corridor with him.
The broken dining hall returned to silence.
Amidst the distant wailing and screams, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowl on the table and the only remaining spoon from countless riches.
.
.
"Respect?"
Imagine this, you were once a pharaoh.
The only representative of the gods in the mortal world, the manifestation of the divine soul, the unique god of the human realm, all the honors in the world belonged to you... at least all the honors in Egypt belonged to you.
Your glory and greatness were proclaimed everywhere on the vast African land.
Before you, everyone bowed their heads, licking your toes with awe, experiencing the greatness of your divine power and grace.
Until one day, suddenly, a despicable person, a bitch, received more favor from those fickle gods than you did.
And then you lost your power, lost your honor, lost your strength, and everything.
You even almost lost your precious life in the so-called sacrificial ritual.
Falling into dust.
Expelled from the kingdom and territory that once proclaimed your greatness, wandering in the mud and dust, having to coexist with those stinking commoners.
And even in order to regain power, you had to sit on the same boat with those insignificant and cunning people who were once beneath you.
These are all sacrifices, a little sacrifice needed to achieve the goal, to regain greatness.
If you can achieve your desires, then everything you lost is completely insignificant.
But now, those commoners actually demand that you "work together" with them?
And even demand "respect" from you?
"Respect? Respect? Respect?"
Amon-Mesis walked in the blood-stained corridor, muttering to himself, his expression twisted with either ferocity or mockery. "An old ghost who is about to die dares to mention this word to me? Dares to..."
The uncontrollable werewolf roared and pounced, only to be torn apart by the Sphinx's claws.
Finally, it was swallowed whole.
Chewed into pieces, tasted a bit, and then disgustingly spat it out on the ground.
"Meow..." The orange cat, who had long lost its intelligence, turned back and made a sad sound towards the pharaoh.
Amon-Mesis was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became even more distorted—his guard, his mount, his symbiote, had fallen to the point of having to eat such a thing.
Just like him.
They were all losers, abandoned by this world long ago.
"Don't eat these anymore, Sphinx." He bent down, gently picked it up from the ground, and stroked its fur. "I promise, my dear, we will rise again."
"Meow!"
The Sphinx meowed, seemingly understanding and not understanding.
Amon-Mesis pursed his lips, continued forward, and returned to his cabin.As the noble pharaoh, even the White Crown King would give preferential treatment, such as this luxurious guest room that is different from the narrow warehouse of other commoners, with a spacious bed and a liquor cabinet with soft lighting.
Back in the room, the Sphinx ran towards its own food bowl and began to chew on the fresh meat inside.
"Respect..."
Amonmeses still couldn't forget the humiliation he had suffered. He drank the bitter wormwood wine in one gulp and roughly placed the cup back in its original place, sitting on the chair.
"One day, Koshchei, one day..." he muttered hoarsely, "You and your bitch will understand what respect is."
"I think you won't live to see that day."
A hoarse voice sounded.
Amonmeses suddenly looked up, looking towards the direction where the voice came from, and saw the figure entering through the door.
Like someone seriously ill, stumbling forward, foul-smelling corpse water dripping from his cloak. He reached out and casually picked up a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet, smashed the bottle neck, and poured it into his mouth under the hood.
The liquid, mixed with the foul liquid, dripped from either the corners of his mouth or the holes in his abdomen, staining the soft carpet with a large gray mark.
"Bold!"
Amonmeses widened his eyes. Without his command, the Sphinx leaped up and tore the audacious intruder who dared to offend the pharaoh's palace into pieces.
The broken limbs fell to the ground, swarming with maggots in the already rotten flesh and blood.
But then, the expression on the Sphinx's face changed.
As if in extreme pain, it convulsed and opened its mouth wide, wanting to vomit, but nothing came out except for agonizing screams.
Amidst the sound of chewing from its stomach.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...
The frenzied beast endured intense pain, rolling violently, turning the entire luxurious room into a mess. But soon, it stopped moving.
Only the skin on its abdomen slowly bulged.
Torn from the inside out.
Revealing a grimacing face with a corroded skull.
"This head... can't be used anymore..."
That grimacing face grinned, showing a sinister smile to the pharaoh. In front of his chest, a large mouth slowly opened, greedily devouring the Sphinx's body, inch by inch, even if the thin divine blood corroded its own body with a sizzling sound.
Gluttonously enjoying its own dinner.
Moaning in pain and then swallowing with delight.
And the three different heads stared blankly at the motionless pharaoh.
"What the hell is this..."
In that instant, Amonmeses let out a desperate groan.
.
.
Yin Yan, twenty years old, an apprentice astronomer in the Astral Society.
Likes singing, dancing, and R... probably.
Maybe he doesn't like any of them, who knows?
Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knows for sure is that when he fights, he really looks like... what was it?
In any case, he looks like a novice!
"Esports, novices are the original sin!"
Huai Shi kicked, directly kicking the knife out of his hand, then swung the axe and split his skull. In an instant, flesh and bone separated, and Yin Yan's arm flew into the air.
Two seconds ago, when Ai Qing gave the order, Huai Shi, who was prepared, launched a sneak attack.
Don't ask why.
Just because he's a novice.
He raised his hand and fired three consecutive anti-demon crossbow arrows.
At such a close distance, within ten steps, the silver crossbow arrows were practically instantaneous. But Yin Yan was able to react and dodge...
He really is a novice!
Watching this, Huai Shi became extremely angry: Now it's exposed, right? You bastard, if you didn't have any ulterior motives, how could you be so prepared for me!
Even if he dodged, he wouldn't have a chance. Even if he dodged the two arrows behind, he couldn't dodge the one in front. It pierced through his chest, leaving a scorching burn mark.
Yin Yan rolled on the ground, screaming in pain, then disappeared and became invisible, leaving no trace. Then Huai Shi saw a charred scar floating in mid-air, rushing towards him.
This novel is available on bit.ly/3iBfjkV.
And then, the brutal and gruesome scene just happened.
It was a complete beatdown.
Even without relying on Fan Haixin's memories of those techniques and experiences, Huai Shi, even in his original form, could easily display eighty-one different moves.
"By the way, why did you chop him?" Huai Shi belatedly asked.
"Because he had ulterior motives."
Ai Qing sneered, "Putting aside the flaws in his other words, my little brother, what good things has he had since he was young? He definitely keeps them hidden... There's no reason to share them."
"What if I chopped the wrong person?""Then you cut the wrong person." Ai Qing said coldly, "Anyway, we have to kill him eventually. It's just a matter of doing it a little earlier. If we can get the crew list, we won't be at a loss."
Oh! Why are you tactical players all so dirty!
Huai Shi sighed in his heart, attacked even more fiercely. After swinging the axe, he drew a short knife from his waist with his left hand and swept forward. Yin Yan rolled and crawled, rushing towards the corridor.
"Damn it, how long do you want to wait!"
With Yin Yan's scream, in the silent corridor, hoarse whispers and roars suddenly sounded from the quiet rooms on both sides. Dozens of berserkers rushed out from behind the fragile doors and charged towards Huai Shi!
"You dare to offend a demon hunter and still want to run!"
Huai Shi raised his hand and shot three crossbow arrows. He didn't know if he hit them, but one berserker was already rushing towards him.
"Get out of the way!"
The axe fell, smashing the dog's head. Huai Shi kicked the still lively creature aside, and then another berserker pounced on him.
In an instant, the corridor was filled with a sea of people.
They were all opponents!
"Die!"
Huai Shi held a knife in his left hand and an axe in his right hand. With a roar, he turned around and ran.
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"Yeah, isn't this just a topic between two homeless stray dogs?"
Kosche finally raised his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him with muddy pupils. "Don't I have awe for your former title? Even if you only held it for less than two days! You still received the treatment that a pharaoh should have from me.
Or, should a forsaken sacrifice like me give you more charity?"
His hoarse voice carried the sound of thunder, the anger of the immortal, shapeshifter, and demon king. "If you want my admiration, perhaps you shouldn't refuse that sacrificial ritual!
Before being driven off that chair you barely sat on, you should have died with honor, instead of surviving like a stray dog!"
Amon-Mesis's expression twisted.
It was as if countless insects were crawling underneath, his face was so handsome, but at this moment, it looked like a demon, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a voice from between them.
"Oh, Kosche, you have truly hurt my heart."
Then, the Sphinx raised his eyes and stared fiercely at the old man in front of him.
"Likewise." The old man on the wheelchair looked back indifferently. "If you want to leave this ship with dignity, then don't offend my family, Amon-Mesis.
This is the final warning a powerless elder brother can give you."
In the silence, neither of them spoke.
Only the distant sound of wailing could be heard.
After a long time, Amon-Mesis's expression finally calmed down.
"Very well."
He took a step back and spoke in a cold voice. "Sphinx, let's go."
He turned around and left, the orange cat coldly glanced at Kosche and disappeared into the corridor with him.
The broken dining hall returned to silence.
Amidst the distant wailing and screams, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowl on the table and the only remaining spoon from countless riches.
.
.
"Respect?"
Imagine this, you were once a pharaoh.
The only representative of the gods in the mortal world, the manifestation of the divine soul, the unique god of the human realm, all the honors in the world belonged to you... at least all the honors in Egypt belonged to you.
Your glory and greatness were proclaimed everywhere on the vast African land.
Before you, everyone bowed their heads, licking your toes with awe, experiencing the greatness of your divine power and grace.
Until one day, suddenly, a despicable person, a bitch, received more favor from those fickle gods than you did.
And then you lost your power, lost your honor, lost your strength, and everything.
You even almost lost your precious life in the so-called sacrificial ritual.
Falling into dust.
Expelled from the kingdom and territory that once proclaimed your greatness, wandering in the mud and dust, having to coexist with those stinking commoners.
And even in order to regain power, you had to sit on the same boat with those insignificant and cunning people who were once beneath you.
These are all sacrifices, a little sacrifice needed to achieve the goal, to regain greatness.
If you can achieve your desires, then everything you lost is completely insignificant.
But now, those commoners actually demand that you "work together" with them?
And even demand "respect" from you?
"Respect? Respect? Respect?"
Amon-Mesis walked in the blood-stained corridor, muttering to himself, his expression twisted with either ferocity or mockery. "An old ghost who is about to die dares to mention this word to me? Dares to..."
The uncontrollable werewolf roared and pounced, only to be torn apart by the Sphinx's claws.
Finally, it was swallowed whole.
Chewed into pieces, tasted a bit, and then disgustingly spat it out on the ground.
"Meow..." The orange cat, who had long lost its intelligence, turned back and made a sad sound towards the pharaoh.
Amon-Mesis was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became even more distorted—his guard, his mount, his symbiote, had fallen to the point of having to eat such a thing.
Just like him.
They were all losers, abandoned by this world long ago.
"Don't eat these anymore, Sphinx." He bent down, gently picked it up from the ground, and stroked its fur. "I promise, my dear, we will rise again."
"Meow!"
The Sphinx meowed, seemingly understanding and not understanding.
Amon-Mesis pursed his lips, continued forward, and returned to his cabin.As the noble pharaoh, even the White Crown King would give preferential treatment, such as this luxurious guest room that is different from the narrow warehouse of other commoners, with a spacious bed and a liquor cabinet with soft lighting.
Back in the room, the Sphinx ran towards its own food bowl and began to chew on the fresh meat inside.
"Respect..."
Amonmeses still couldn't forget the humiliation he had suffered. He drank the bitter wormwood wine in one gulp and roughly placed the cup back in its original place, sitting on the chair.
"One day, Koshchei, one day..." he muttered hoarsely, "You and your bitch will understand what respect is."
"I think you won't live to see that day."
A hoarse voice sounded.
Amonmeses suddenly looked up, looking towards the direction where the voice came from, and saw the figure entering through the door.
Like someone seriously ill, stumbling forward, foul-smelling corpse water dripping from his cloak. He reached out and casually picked up a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet, smashed the bottle neck, and poured it into his mouth under the hood.
The liquid, mixed with the foul liquid, dripped from either the corners of his mouth or the holes in his abdomen, staining the soft carpet with a large gray mark.
"Bold!"
Amonmeses widened his eyes. Without his command, the Sphinx leaped up and tore the audacious intruder who dared to offend the pharaoh's palace into pieces.
The broken limbs fell to the ground, swarming with maggots in the already rotten flesh and blood.
But then, the expression on the Sphinx's face changed.
As if in extreme pain, it convulsed and opened its mouth wide, wanting to vomit, but nothing came out except for agonizing screams.
Amidst the sound of chewing from its stomach.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...
The frenzied beast endured intense pain, rolling violently, turning the entire luxurious room into a mess. But soon, it stopped moving.
Only the skin on its abdomen slowly bulged.
Torn from the inside out.
Revealing a grimacing face with a corroded skull.
"This head... can't be used anymore..."
That grimacing face grinned, showing a sinister smile to the pharaoh. In front of his chest, a large mouth slowly opened, greedily devouring the Sphinx's body, inch by inch, even if the thin divine blood corroded its own body with a sizzling sound.
Gluttonously enjoying its own dinner.
Moaning in pain and then swallowing with delight.
And the three different heads stared blankly at the motionless pharaoh.
"What the hell is this..."
In that instant, Amonmeses let out a desperate groan.
.
.
Yin Yan, twenty years old, an apprentice astronomer in the Astral Society.
Likes singing, dancing, and R... probably.
Maybe he doesn't like any of them, who knows?
Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knows for sure is that when he fights, he really looks like... what was it?
In any case, he looks like a novice!
"Esports, novices are the original sin!"
Huai Shi kicked, directly kicking the knife out of his hand, then swung the axe and split his skull. In an instant, flesh and bone separated, and Yin Yan's arm flew into the air.
Two seconds ago, when Ai Qing gave the order, Huai Shi, who was prepared, launched a sneak attack.
Don't ask why.
Just because he's a novice.
He raised his hand and fired three consecutive anti-demon crossbow arrows.
At such a close distance, within ten steps, the silver crossbow arrows were practically instantaneous. But Yin Yan was able to react and dodge...
He really is a novice!
Watching this, Huai Shi became extremely angry: Now it's exposed, right? You bastard, if you didn't have any ulterior motives, how could you be so prepared for me!
Even if he dodged, he wouldn't have a chance. Even if he dodged the two arrows behind, he couldn't dodge the one in front. It pierced through his chest, leaving a scorching burn mark.
Yin Yan rolled on the ground, screaming in pain, then disappeared and became invisible, leaving no trace. Then Huai Shi saw a charred scar floating in mid-air, rushing towards him.
This novel is available on bit.ly/3iBfjkV.
And then, the brutal and gruesome scene just happened.
It was a complete beatdown.
Even without relying on Fan Haixin's memories of those techniques and experiences, Huai Shi, even in his original form, could easily display eighty-one different moves.
"By the way, why did you chop him?" Huai Shi belatedly asked.
"Because he had ulterior motives."
Ai Qing sneered, "Putting aside the flaws in his other words, my little brother, what good things has he had since he was young? He definitely keeps them hidden... There's no reason to share them."
"What if I chopped the wrong person?""Then you cut the wrong person." Ai Qing said coldly, "Anyway, we have to kill him eventually. It's just a matter of doing it a little earlier. If we can get the crew list, we won't be at a loss."
Oh! Why are you tactical players all so dirty!
Huai Shi sighed in his heart, attacked even more fiercely. After swinging the axe, he drew a short knife from his waist with his left hand and swept forward. Yin Yan rolled and crawled, rushing towards the corridor.
"Damn it, how long do you want to wait!"
With Yin Yan's scream, in the silent corridor, hoarse whispers and roars suddenly sounded from the quiet rooms on both sides. Dozens of berserkers rushed out from behind the fragile doors and charged towards Huai Shi!
"You dare to offend a demon hunter and still want to run!"
Huai Shi raised his hand and shot three crossbow arrows. He didn't know if he hit them, but one berserker was already rushing towards him.
"Get out of the way!"
The axe fell, smashing the dog's head. Huai Shi kicked the still lively creature aside, and then another berserker pounced on him.
In an instant, the corridor was filled with a sea of people.
They were all opponents!
"Die!"
Huai Shi held a knife in his left hand and an axe in his right hand. With a roar, he turned around and ran.
"Yeah, isn't this just a topic between two homeless stray dogs?"Kosche finally raised his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him with muddy pupils. "Don't I have awe for your former title? Even if you only held it for less than two days! You still received the treatment that a pharaoh should have from me.Or, should a forsaken sacrifice like me give you more charity?"His hoarse voice carried the sound of thunder, the anger of the immortal, shapeshifter, and demon king. "If you want my admiration, perhaps you shouldn't refuse that sacrificial ritual!Before being driven off that chair you barely sat on, you should have died with honor, instead of surviving like a stray dog!"Amon-Mesis's expression twisted.It was as if countless insects were crawling underneath, his face was so handsome, but at this moment, it looked like a demon, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a voice from between them."Oh, Kosche, you have truly hurt my heart."Then, the Sphinx raised his eyes and stared fiercely at the old man in front of him."Likewise." The old man on the wheelchair looked back indifferently. "If you want to leave this ship with dignity, then don't offend my family, Amon-Mesis.This is the final warning a powerless elder brother can give you."In the silence, neither of them spoke.Only the distant sound of wailing could be heard.After a long time, Amon-Mesis's expression finally calmed down."Very well."He took a step back and spoke in a cold voice. "Sphinx, let's go."He turned around and left, the orange cat coldly glanced at Kosche and disappeared into the corridor with him.The broken dining hall returned to silence.Amidst the distant wailing and screams, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowl on the table and the only remaining spoon from countless riches..."Respect?"Imagine this, you were once a pharaoh.The only representative of the gods in the mortal world, the manifestation of the divine soul, the unique god of the human realm, all the honors in the world belonged to you... at least all the honors in Egypt belonged to you.Your glory and greatness were proclaimed everywhere on the vast African land.Before you, everyone bowed their heads, licking your toes with awe, experiencing the greatness of your divine power and grace.Until one day, suddenly, a despicable person, a bitch, received more favor from those fickle gods than you did.And then you lost your power, lost your honor, lost your strength, and everything.You even almost lost your precious life in the so-called sacrificial ritual.Falling into dust.Expelled from the kingdom and territory that once proclaimed your greatness, wandering in the mud and dust, having to coexist with those stinking commoners.And even in order to regain power, you had to sit on the same boat with those insignificant and cunning people who were once beneath you.These are all sacrifices, a little sacrifice needed to achieve the goal, to regain greatness.If you can achieve your desires, then everything you lost is completely insignificant.But now, those commoners actually demand that you "work together" with them?And even demand "respect" from you?"Respect? Respect? Respect?"Amon-Mesis walked in the blood-stained corridor, muttering to himself, his expression twisted with either ferocity or mockery. "An old ghost who is about to die dares to mention this word to me? Dares to..."The uncontrollable werewolf roared and pounced, only to be torn apart by the Sphinx's claws.Finally, it was swallowed whole.Chewed into pieces, tasted a bit, and then disgustingly spat it out on the ground."Meow..." The orange cat, who had long lost its intelligence, turned back and made a sad sound towards the pharaoh.Amon-Mesis was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became even more distortedhis guard, his mount, his symbiote, had fallen to the point of having to eat such a thing.Just like him.They were all losers, abandoned by this world long ago."Don't eat these anymore, Sphinx." He bent down, gently picked it up from the ground, and stroked its fur. "I promise, my dear, we will rise again.""Meow!"The Sphinx meowed, seemingly understanding and not understanding.Amon-Mesis pursed his lips, continued forward, and returned to his cabin.As the noble pharaoh, even the White Crown King would give preferential treatment, such as this luxurious guest room that is different from the narrow warehouse of other commoners, with a spacious bed and a liquor cabinet with soft lighting.Back in the room, the Sphinx ran towards its own food bowl and began to chew on the fresh meat inside."Respect..."Amonmeses still couldn't forget the humiliation he had suffered. He drank the bitter wormwood wine in one gulp and roughly placed the cup back in its original place, sitting on the chair."One day, Koshchei, one day..." he muttered hoarsely, "You and your bitch will understand what respect is.""I think you won't live to see that day."A hoarse voice sounded.Amonmeses suddenly looked up, looking towards the direction where the voice came from, and saw the figure entering through the door.Like someone seriously ill, stumbling forward, foul-smelling corpse water dripping from his cloak. He reached out and casually picked up a bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet, smashed the bottle neck, and poured it into his mouth under the hood.The liquid, mixed with the foul liquid, dripped from either the corners of his mouth or the holes in his abdomen, staining the soft carpet with a large gray mark."Bold!"Amonmeses widened his eyes. Without his command, the Sphinx leaped up and tore the audacious intruder who dared to offend the pharaoh's palace into pieces.The broken limbs fell to the ground, swarming with maggots in the already rotten flesh and blood.But then, the expression on the Sphinx's face changed.As if in extreme pain, it convulsed and opened its mouth wide, wanting to vomit, but nothing came out except for agonizing screams.Amidst the sound of chewing from its stomach.Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...The frenzied beast endured intense pain, rolling violently, turning the entire luxurious room into a mess. But soon, it stopped moving.Only the skin on its abdomen slowly bulged.Torn from the inside out.Revealing a grimacing face with a corroded skull."This head... can't be used anymore..."That grimacing face grinned, showing a sinister smile to the pharaoh. In front of his chest, a large mouth slowly opened, greedily devouring the Sphinx's body, inch by inch, even if the thin divine blood corroded its own body with a sizzling sound.Gluttonously enjoying its own dinner.Moaning in pain and then swallowing with delight.And the three different heads stared blankly at the motionless pharaoh."What the hell is this..."In that instant, Amonmeses let out a desperate groan...Yin Yan, twenty years old, an apprentice astronomer in the Astral Society.Likes singing, dancing, and R... probably.Maybe he doesn't like any of them, who knows?Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knows for sure is that when he fights, he really looks like... what was it?In any case, he looks like a novice!"Esports, novices are the original sin!"Huai Shi kicked, directly kicking the knife out of his hand, then swung the axe and split his skull. In an instant, flesh and bone separated, and Yin Yan's arm flew into the air.Two seconds ago, when Ai Qing gave the order, Huai Shi, who was prepared, launched a sneak attack.Don't ask why.Just because he's a novice.He raised his hand and fired three consecutive anti-demon crossbow arrows.At such a close distance, within ten steps, the silver crossbow arrows were practically instantaneous. But Yin Yan was able to react and dodge...He really is a novice!Watching this, Huai Shi became extremely angry: Now it's exposed, right? You bastard, if you didn't have any ulterior motives, how could you be so prepared for me!Even if he dodged, he wouldn't have a chance. Even if he dodged the two arrows behind, he couldn't dodge the one in front. It pierced through his chest, leaving a scorching burn mark.Yin Yan rolled on the ground, screaming in pain, then disappeared and became invisible, leaving no trace. Then Huai Shi saw a charred scar floating in mid-air, rushing towards him.This novel is available on bit.ly/3iBfjkV.And then, the brutal and gruesome scene just happened.It was a complete beatdown.Even without relying on Fan Haixin's memories of those techniques and experiences, Huai Shi, even in his original form, could easily display eighty-one different moves."By the way, why did you chop him?" Huai Shi belatedly asked."Because he had ulterior motives."Ai Qing sneered, "Putting aside the flaws in his other words, my little brother, what good things has he had since he was young? He definitely keeps them hidden... There's no reason to share them.""What if I chopped the wrong person?""Then you cut the wrong person." Ai Qing said coldly, "Anyway, we have to kill him eventually. It's just a matter of doing it a little earlier. If we can get the crew list, we won't be at a loss."Oh! Why are you tactical players all so dirty!Huai Shi sighed in his heart, attacked even more fiercely. After swinging the axe, he drew a short knife from his waist with his left hand and swept forward. Yin Yan rolled and crawled, rushing towards the corridor."Damn it, how long do you want to wait!"With Yin Yan's scream, in the silent corridor, hoarse whispers and roars suddenly sounded from the quiet rooms on both sides. Dozens of berserkers rushed out from behind the fragile doors and charged towards Huai Shi!"You dare to offend a demon hunter and still want to run!"Huai Shi raised his hand and shot three crossbow arrows. He didn't know if he hit them, but one berserker was already rushing towards him."Get out of the way!"The axe fell, smashing the dog's head. Huai Shi kicked the still lively creature aside, and then another berserker pounced on him.In an instant, the corridor was filled with a sea of people.They were all opponents!"Die!"Huai Shi held a knife in his left hand and an axe in his right hand. With a roar, he turned around and ran.
