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Chapter 272: Detonation

"Instruction, detonate!"
Enzo's eyes flashed with a flash of light, and he issued an instruction to the chip.
boom!!
In the air, a mechanical bee flew into Grabo's left ear, but suddenly exploded the next moment, and the flames mixed with thick smoke spread.
"ah!!!"
Amid the shrill screams, half of the body of the mechanical madman was blown to pieces, and the ejector at the end of the spine gushed wildly.
Grabo, who fell from mid-air, hit the ground heavily. The mechanical tail struggled for a few times but could not support his body.
"Dark firefighting ball!"
Not far away, Enzo suddenly paused his wand. After a brief accumulation of energy, a black fireball smashed over like a meteorite.
The flame instantly swallowed the mechanical madman!
"Confirm the target to die."
The sound of chips sounded in my mind. In Enzo's perception, Grabo, not far away, had no life characteristics at all.
The sudden change made everyone in the canyon stagnate.
The blood snake dies!
The mechanical madman died!
There are only five quasi-witch-level powerful people in the canyon, and now there is only one Rock Puppet Master left.
“What should I do now?”
Not far away, Bourne asked to Jora next to him.
As soon as the Rock Puppet Master appeared, his style of behavior became extremely strange. He should have belonged to [Skull Castle], but he killed the mechanical madman.
No one knows what the Iwasaki Puppet Master really stands, and no one knows what he is going to do next.
In place, Enzo slowly closed his eyes.
After killing the mechanical madman, he absorbed the other party's mark fluctuations. This power was about 800 points, and with Enzo's own mark, it had reached 1,400 points of fluctuations.
This is definitely a horrible number!
The coordinate battle has been in half. If nothing unexpected happens, Enzo's current results will definitely be the best in the secret realm!
The twelve quasi-witch apprentices have reached three of them who died at his hands!
"Even if such results continue to be dormant, it is enough for me to exchange for advanced meditation after the coordinate battle ends." Enzo murmured to himself.
Then, he looked forward.
Below the canyon, the three forces fighting in a strange atmosphere, and everyone looked nervously at the Rock's Puppet Master, including Jora and others.
"Kill everyone except [Crow Phantom]!" Enzo's eyes turned cold and he issued an order to the puppet legion.
Although he has accumulated enough results in advanced meditation, if he can get more imprint fluctuations, he can also exchange for more resources after the coordinate battle is over.
Rumble!
The earth collapsed in vain, and it was sweeping through the ground through stone armor, destroying the structure of the canyon. Several apprentices from the Skeleton Castle were caught off guard and fell into a deep pit and buried.
"Escape everyone!" someone screamed.
In the canyon, the vampires turned into bats and flew away, while Grabo's apprentices also fled everywhere.
For a moment, the canyon was in chaos.
"Dead Blade!!"
At this time, a cold light burst out from Jora's eyes, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, chasing him towards an escaped apprentice of the Skeleton Castle.
The puppet army launched a killing target, but there were many exits around the canyon. In almost a blink of an eye, the apprentices of [Foot Blood Shadow] and [Skeleton Castle] all fled in all directions.
"Forget it, even if some small characters are killed, it doesn't make any sense!"
Looking at the figure who was escaping, Enzo shook his head, then thought to himself, and the huge stone guard ran back, waved the stone sword to smash a cage of white bones, and all the trapped apprentices inside were released.
"I can only help you."
Enzo thought, and the wings of shadow appeared behind him, and then he flew out of the canyon.
"Why help us?"
Below, Bourne looked at the gradually disappearing figure of the "Rock Puppet Master" and murmured in confusion.
...
"Wait...wait!"
On the other side, after escaping from the canyon, Mary almost exhausted her magic power and was forced into a dead end by Misella.
She staggered and fell to the ground, her face pale, and a glimmer of fear could not help but reveal her eyes.
"Is there any last words?"
In place, behind Misella, her red wings turned into a stream of fire and disappeared. Her feet fell flat and her face was indifferent.
"I...I'm wrong!"
Mary's eyes were flustered, and suddenly fell to the ground and begged for mercy, "Sister Misella, I surrender to you, can I spare my life?"
Just now, the scene of Misera burning and killing Posain with a witchcraft still shocked Mary. She finally understood the difference between herself and the Queen of Flame, and knelt down to beg for mercy in order to survive.
"Hmph! Beg for mercy now?"
Misella snorted coldly, raised her hand, and a golden flame ignited in the palm of her palm, saying, "Don't you think it's too late?"
"No! Give me another chance!"
Mary's pupils shrank and screamed, "I promise that I will never be enemies with you in the future, and in the next coordinate battle, I will become your follower and completely obey your orders!"
"Follower? I don't need it!"
Misella raised her head proudly, and a golden light flashed in her eyes.
"No!!!"
On the ground, a flame rose under Mary's feet, and in the screams of despair, she was completely swallowed and burned to ashes in an instant.
The mark on the forehead of two quasi-witches in succession has accumulated to more than 1,000. The fluctuations emitted in the secret realm are as dazzling as a lighthouse in the darkness.
"This is almost the same!" Misella closed her eyes and felt the power brought by the thousand marks. A hint of arrogance appeared on her beautiful face.
After the coordinate battle began, Miserra kept looking for strong people as her target, and she was disdainful of attacking ordinary third-level or second-level apprentices.
Such behavior did not accumulate too many imprint fluctuations. If it weren't for killing the blood snake Posain and the vampire Mary just now, Misera's grades would even be at the bottom of the twelve quasi-witches.
At this moment, a quasi-witch aura suddenly approached.
"Fitz?" Misella raised her head and frowned slightly. A black crack appeared in the air from the area not far away.
Crows emerged from the inside, and black feathers fluttered all over the sky, and finally condensed into a black-robed figure, staggeringly landing on the ground.
"What's going on?"
Looking at the figure appearing in front of him, Misera narrowed her eyes and looked a little surprised.
Fitz's face was pale, his eyes were ugly, his chest was fluctuating, his breath was a little weak, and he looked extremely embarrassed, as if he had just experienced a bloody battle.
"You were injured? Who did it?" Misella asked with a frown.
Crow Fitz, one of the three quasi-witches, [Crow Phantom]!
"It's the monster [Footty Blood Shadow]..."
Chapter completed!
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