Zhang Jiu Farewell

‘Yes, although I don’t think this is a good thing.’ The fat man stared at the numerous images that were constantly emerging around Achilles and asked word by word: ‘These are the people you want to kill, aren’t they?’

‘You are very smart. Although it depends on my mood to kill them or not, I must kill the one behind you!’ Achilles’s barefoot toes lit up a little red on each of his barefoots and slowly floated forward.

‘Kill her? You really have the leisure to do it. Are you not afraid of delaying your business?’ Roger followed the rhythm of Achilles and stepped back step by step. He pulled Froya a little and prevented her from leaving him too far.

Achilles smiled slightly and said, "My business? Of course I'm going to kill Audreh. But do you remember what I told you? Space is a very wonderful thing. No matter which direction I take, I will get closer and closer to Audreh. However, your knowledge has also improved, and you know that she can't escape no matter how she runs, and you can't entangle me, so you'd better keep her safer. It's good, it's still interesting.'

Roger still kept retreating, and the dragon's eyes appeared again in his left eye, and a long sword formed by shadows quietly stretched out from his right hand.

Achilles shook his head slightly.

Roger's left hand shook again, and a crisp sound of jade cracking sounded, and a ball of silver light continued to spread in his hands, and finally turned into an exquisite silver shield.

Achilles glanced at the silver shield and shook his head.

Roger took a deep breath, stared at Achilles' bright red eyes, and a ray of light flowed in his dragon's eyes, and he wanted to use magic. However, without even a spell, his face changed completely!

Roger suddenly realized that no matter how hard he tried, he could not lock Achilles's position.

However, the fat man had another way. Since he could not lock the position, he would use the range magic that did not need to be locked. He did not chant the spell and directly drove a piece of magic flame and burned it. Roger did not expect this piece of flame to play any role in Achilles, but just wanted to see his reaction and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

Achilles slowly flew, passing through the middle of the demonic flames.

The fat man's face changed drastically again. Whenever Achilles attacked the flames, he would temporarily disappear, and after the flames passed, he would appear again in this plane. This process was so short that if Rogue had not felt extremely sensitive, it would have been impossible to find that he was using this method to avoid the demon flames.

‘I forgot to tell you that I am completely immune to fire. Although your skills are good, unfortunately, your strength is still a little worse. In fact, you can’t even stop me now.’

As soon as Achilles finished speaking, Roger suddenly realized that the scenery in front of him had turned into a vast starry sky. He was stunned and looked down, only to find that he was already a hundred meters high at some point!

And just now, he was still blocking Achilles!

On the ground, Achilles was slowly floating towards Froya. Roger felt anxious and calmed down again. He knew that with his current ability, he did not even have the qualifications to fight with Achilles.

He waved the shadow sword in his hand and swung down towards Achilles. However, at the moment he approached Achilles, Roger turned dizzy again, and even appeared at a height of 100 meters on the other side!

Froya stood there, looking at Achilles who was getting closer, silently chanting the spell. As the spell was completed, a green and slowly swirling magic circle suddenly appeared behind her. It seemed to be in harmony with the magic circle, and green flames ignited in both of Froya's pupils. As Achilles approached, her hands slowly lifted up, and a little blue fire was dyed on the tips of her slender fingers!

‘Froya! Back!’ Roger in the air roared. He didn’t know how many times he rushed, but every time he was thrown back to the sky by Achilles using unpredictable techniques of gods and demons.

The fat man had already seen that if Achilles wanted to kill people sooner, he would have killed them both early in the morning. This guy who was so beautiful that he was beyond imagination didn't know what he was thinking. Maybe he was pretending to be cool or playing with them, but no matter what the reason was, time was the most critical factor at this moment. If he could drag others to come, it would be victory.

A thought suddenly arose in Roger's mind that made him shudder.

Judging from the skills shown by Achilles just now, he is indeed not afraid of surrounding Europe, who is superb in space manipulation.

if……

If everyone is called and still lost, wouldn't it become to save Froya and her own life, but to save everyone's lives? Is Achilles slow to take action for this?

If that were the case, would he and Froya have died quietly here before the best plan? Roger's hand was trembling.

If they die here together, Froya will definitely be scattered, and he may not be able to die.

The fat man suddenly realized that it was such a difficult thing to have the right to choose.

Moreover, Roger still didn't understand why after so long, no one came to support him? What about Androni and Seus? However, he didn't want anyone to come here. It was a basic principle to avoid the least loss. Unless Odrech came in person, no matter how many people came, it would be of no help.

The burning green magic flames of the green color had already enveloped Fuluya's whole body. The first drop of magic power on her body was constantly transformed into energy supporting the magic flame, and the blazing flames pushed the operation of the huge magic array behind her. This was also a magic outside the existing system. A magic that Roger had never seen from plane meditation. Although the specific effect and power of this magic are still not too bad. At this moment, Fuluya's level thirteen magic power has almost been sucked away, but there is still no sign of the end of this magic. Then, what is absorbed should be Fuluya's vitality. How could it be poor if it consumes such a huge magic?

In fact, even if the magic has absorbed vitality, Fuluya, who has taken over the dragon bone grass, is enough to support her. The problem is that this magic is too time-consuming.

Achilles is already standing in front of Froya!

Under the reflection of the green magic flames, his figure seemed to be light and dark.

Froya looked at the light angel who spread destruction and death in front of her, without fear or anger. Her eyes were just tranquility, the kind of tranquility that was ready to accept all fate. Froya ignored the light angel who could destroy her by raising her hands, and was still focused on promoting the operation of the magic circle.

‘Give up! Why do you have to do these useless efforts? At this time, no one has time to save you, and no one can save you.’ Achilles looked at Froya, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.

‘I don’t care whether it’s useful or not, but whether or not I work hard depends on me!’ Fuluya in the blue fire is crisp and firm and authentic.

Roger in the air no longer knew how many times he had made, but every time, he would appear in different high altitudes and could not get close to Achilles at all.

At this moment, a roar suddenly sounded in the houses beside the street, and several houses were stirred into pieces by an unstoppable storm of fighting spirit. These pieces not only included bricks and stones and gray tiles, but also many minced meat and blood. It seemed that they were some unlucky sleeping civilians who were caught in.

There was a complete huge figure among the fragments that gushed into the clouds. The cloak wrapped around him had already been shattered by the fighting storm, revealing the dark gray full-body armor below. The warrior had no time to roar: "Mr. Miro! Don't go!"

However, the roar was too late.

A faint wind blew across the street and blew towards Achilles.

Achilles grabbed the air with his right hand and grabbed a giant hammer from the void! His slender and bright five fingers almost penetrated into the face of the hammer. Such a huge, extremely hard and extremely vicious hammer actually seemed so soft in front of his slender hand!

The dark purple hammer kept blowing up balls of magic flames. Whenever the flame exploded, a large amount of chaotic magic power would gush out. The magic effect attached to this huge hammer was disintegrating one by one under the divine power of Achilles.

Miro's figure also emerged from the void. He had Dou Qi light armor condensed around him, his short hair flew in the strong wind, and his eyes were covered with lilac twill patterns. Miro held the hammer handle with both hands, stared at Achilles with his eyes, and kept wrestling with him. But no matter how he activated the Dou Qi, he could not make the slim hand of the Light Angel tremble at all!

‘Are the demons? It turns out that they are all things that are overestimating themselves!’

Achilles smiled slightly, and his five fingers with his right hand closed.

The giant hammer made an extremely unpleasant metal twisting sound, then quickly twisted and deformed, and finally exploded with a dazzling magic flame with a bang. The surging magic power formed a small magic tornado in the space.

Miro's giant hammer was destroyed by Achilles with one hand.

Miro was struck by lightning, his whole body trembled, and he could no longer hold the giant hammer and was hit behind by an invisible force. When he was still in the air, he shouted suddenly! The loud shout was silent, and what was sprayed out from his mouth was a very rich purple light wave.

With this loud shout, a pair of purple-black wings suddenly unfolded behind Miro. His body that was thrown back was instantly condensed in the air, and then a spear condensed from the flames of the demon world extended like lightning and stabbed Achilles' waist!

Achilles threw down the damaged giant hammer, grabbed Miro's flame spear, and said coldly: "I'm not afraid of fire, no matter what kind of fire, I'm not afraid of it."

However, although Miro's flames continued to emit high heat, the flames themselves were cold, bone-bone-cold!

Achilles suddenly felt a stinging pain coming from his hand, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised!

The purple twill in Miro's eyes suddenly rotated and pointed to another direction.

During Youhu, the space changed subtly, and Miro and Achilles exchanged positions! Miro blocked Froya, while Achilles stood dozens of meters away.

Miro waved his backhand and wiped out the magical blue flame on Froya's body, and said in a deep voice: "Go away! I can still entangle him for a while!"

‘Can you?’ Achilles smiled again.

A strange howling sound came from the night sky, and Nodhardt, who had recovered his freedom of movement, swung down. With a wave of his hand, a short-handled battle axe condensed from fighting spirit sprinted towards Achilles!

As Achilles waved his hand, a bright red silk had already shook out and floated towards the warrior in the air. This silk seemed to be carried by the invisible wind, rolling over the spiraling battle axe.

The battle axe disappeared into the red silk, as if it had never appeared before.

The red silk seems to be soothing, but in fact it casts like lightning. The fat man in the sky almost flew to Nordhardt as soon as he saw the red silk being produced!

In the night sky, the fat man couldn't see Nodehart's expression clearly, but he thought that he wouldn't be able to see anywhere. Nodehart's reaction was already very fast. He almost immediately moved sideways when he saw the red silk, but could only barely move a little distance.

The red silk disappeared into the sky in an instant. And Nodhart's entire right arm was gone!

Achilles was a little surprised that he failed to kill Nodehart. He seemed to want to drive away the flies. He waved his right hand and brought out several pieces of red silk, and surrounded Nodehart from different directions!

Miro was shocked. He rushed up like lightning, waving the Demon World Ice Flame Spear, and the purple twill in his pupils began to rotate again.

Achilles smiled gently, poked his left hand forward, his five fingers bloomed, and thousands of thin red lines sprinkled out from his fingertips. These red lines were swallowing and spitting, changing, but they were completely different from the bright red pieces that Achilles waved before.

Those bright reds are gentle, soft, and have an indescribable ambiguousness. Although these red lines are densely arranged, they are clearly separated from each other and will never be confused by others.

And every red line is so sharp and so murderous!

As thousands of red lines were about to face the ice flame spear, Achilles' eyes suddenly lit up, and the two bright red spots took away all the colors between heaven and earth in one go!

The purple patterns that were rotating in Miro's eyes stopped rotating in an instant, and then his whole body trembled, and the purple twill patterns began to rotate in reverse!

All changes are just a matter of a moment.

A hoarse cry like metal rubbing suddenly fell from the sky: "Mr. Miro! Don't forget the great cause of our clan...'

Miro was extremely nervous at this moment, and he could only sweep into the sky from the corner of his eyes.

In the night sky, under the stars and moon, several red silks have been closed, wrapping Nodhard in it...

Miro's heart trembled. Before he could react, thousands of red lines that could cut everything had blocked his sight.

‘Do you still have time to worry about others?’ Achilles’ soft voice came.

The light wings behind Miro suddenly lit up dazzling purple, and all the twills in his eyes also expanded, and a rich purple color surged from each twill.

At this moment, Miro had completely turned into a dark purple ice flame, and he actually rushed towards Achilles!

‘I’m going to kill you!!’

After the purple flames rushed into the bright red, Miro's roar spread across the long street.

‘Is it possible?’

Then came the beautiful voice of Achilles.

A thick red suddenly exploded in the long street and slowly dissipated in the night sky.

However, the purple flame has been extinguished.

Miro's eyes were pale, and countless red lines were added to his body. Drops of blood were slowly seeping out of the crisscrossing red lines. He fell helplessly from the air, just at Froya's feet.

Fuluya's cherry lips were slightly opened, and her hands were trembling slightly.

Achilles was still as gorgeous as a demon. He slowly fell from the sky, stretched his left hand slightly forward, and countless sharp red lines stretched out from his fingertips formed a bunch, pointing to Miro's throat, and then said lightly: "I want to kill her, and you are not on my list. Isn't your subordinate asking you to put great cause first? I am not interested in the demons now, killing you all is the responsibility of the Seventh Wisdom Angel. Don't be too troublesome, get out of here."

Miro took a hard breath, then shouted suddenly: ‘Go to you!’

Miro's throat fell and he ran into the red light, and there was a round blood hole in his skin.

‘That’s it… Then you all die together!’ Achilles said lightly.
To be continued...