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

"Since that's the case, I'll take the quota for becoming a Crowman!" The man carrying the axe rushed to the front and slashed at Chris with excitement on his face.

"Swish..." The breathing did not alert the person who carried the axe. Chris' kneeling body rushed forward, pushing his hands accurately to the enemy's running foot, and then rolled his body to one side to avoid the fallen axe holder.

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

"Sorry, the rhythm is peeled off." Chris grabbed the black crow bacteria attached to the blood on his face and used an advanced use of breathing. All things have their own discipline, which fits with the rhythm of all things, and can gain the perception and even power of all things, such as rhythm gold. If his own rhythm is changed to repel it, things will be rejected. He used this technique before to expel the bacteria that were inhaled into the body.

The blood on Chris's face trembled. Chris grabbed the germs on his face and threw them on the falling axe holder.

"These bacteria are only instinctive. They will instinctively want to penetrate into the organism's body, and of course they will instinctively chase the blood. It is precisely when you take a mouthful of blood at the same time that you ensure that those bacteria do not flow into your throat, woman!"

Chris kept breathing, using rhythm to peel off the bacteria that had entered the body continuously and expelled the bacteria that had entered the body through breathing. The axe holder was thrown on his face by the bacteria, and those things poured into his body from his mouth and nose.

He wailed in pain, and dark spots began to appear on his face. It would probably take no time to die of black crow disease. It is not that he would be a crow man as long as he was infected with black crow bacteria, otherwise there would be no only so many crow man, and there would be a quota restriction.

"Should you say you are a legendary ranger? In that case, you can even discover the characteristics of the Black Crow." Tessa slowly held the broken half of the sword. She could be cautious about letting others kill Chris, but when facing this situation, she would not choose to retreat. As she said, when facing a situation with Nozades, she would also choose the same behavior.

"Become a part of Lord Negri, as he climbs to the top, seize the opportunity to become a ladder with a death battle!!" In Tersa's eyes, Negri stretched out his hand to her. People always need other existences to admit and need. The reason why Tersa worked so hard is to no longer get the evaluation of useless things.

"Does each one cherish life so much?" Chris looked at the scared besiegers, and looked at Tessa, who had been hiding behind but now moving forward firmly, and admiration flashed in her eyes.

No matter whether it is hostile or not, no matter what kind of belief the other party has, you can clearly understand your own needs, stick to your own beliefs, and give your life for them, you can despise the other party's beliefs that are not correct, but you should praise the other party's persistence.

"Enough, Tessa!" A voice came from a distance, calling Tessa forward. Adre stood on the roof in a black robe with a crow man and said with a serious expression: "Now Rea is still using people. For Lord Negri, please leave a useful body."

"...I understand." Tessa stared at Chris opposite, put down the broken sword in her hand, and quickly retreated.

"New enemy." Chris kept breathing and adjusting his own state. Two consecutive battles had consumed a lot of physical strength. This newly emerging enemy was even more powerful in terms of rhythm alone.

"It's really uncomfortable. My physical condition is getting worse and worse." Chris narrowed his eyes. Breathing is a magical method. If you simply practice it, you can regulate your own rhythm and have the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging your life.

However, Chris kept taking risks and using various breathing methods to run combat, which made his body worse day by day. For example, rhythm gold, which uses the human body to fit the rhythm of metal. Every time he used it, it would disturb his own rhythm and make his own rhythm inconsistent.

With long-term accumulation, this rhythmic inconsistency has caused hidden injuries. Once it breaks out, Chris may die on the spot.

"Who can kill me, who can kill me?" The axe holder shouted wildly at this time. He was infected with the black crow germs, and he only felt a twisted pain coming from his whole body. Death is a relief for him now.

He staggered towards Chris, who was closest to him, and Chris couldn't help but score a part of his attention.

"You have caused enough riots, so just sleep here, Chris Modo!" Adere didn't care about the axe holder. His eyes were solemn and his voice seemed a little weird: "Dissaurus, kill him!"

A dark golden light flashed away, and the axe holder's body was torn apart in an instant. The light appeared in front of Chris with flying blood. His sharp claws grabbed Chris, as if he could sense something, and hesitated for a moment.

Blood splattered, Chris fell to one side, and a long wound appeared on his right waist. If he went a little further inside, he would probably see the internal organs. If the axe holder hadn't stopped it for a moment, and the thing was a little hesitant, his body would have been torn in half in an instant.

"Thank you..." Most 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? Animal?" Chris saw only some dark golden scales in a trance: "And that extremely inconsistent rhythm reminded me of the leader of Reala Comoros. No, that thing is more inconsistent than Comoros!"

"Continue!" Adelay's cold and weird voice came, causing Chris to stand up quickly. His most fear was that he was facing opponents with such speed or power that were too much higher than that of opponents. Various breathing techniques were extremely difficult to play.

Chris quickly jumped into the alley. The street was too empty. Facing such a fast man, there was no obstacle. Only by entering the alley with complex terrain could he have the opportunity to limit the thing and defeat him.

"There is another question here. Why did the thing hesitate when he grabbed me? Is there something on me that can affect him?" Chris's mind turned desperately.

A dark golden light flashed by, and Chris half-suspended on the wall, avoiding this attack.

"Continue...the alien scale!"
Chapter completed!