Alan ran quickly on the long street, as if a wild and violent ancient beast came across the river of time and space, with the most fierce and decisive momentum.

Moon night, magic claws, long streets, and young people, these strange images form a beautiful picture, which seems to be the works of a hazy abstract painter, and contains some absurd and profound meaning.

Alan, who was sprinting and the white bone claws shot straight from like a sharp sword, approached quickly at an extremely fast speed. Alan still had a determined and firm posture, as if a tide hit a reef, an egg hit a stone, and he vowed to hit a bone to pieces.

The tramp still had a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, as contemptuous and disdainful as a gentleman sitting on the platform watching the clown perform.

The moment the two were about to collide, Allen tried to avoid the sharp edge of the demon claws. However, looking at Allen's somewhat unexpected scene, the corner of the homeless man's mouth rose even more, as if he had seen some clumsy performance, and his left fist clenched his left fist and smashed it heavily in the void.

The moment Alan was separated from the White Bone Claw, Alan was already wrong. He was about to avoid the other party's most powerful weapon. Suddenly, the White Bone Claw, which seemed to have no time to turn, clenched his fist and smashed it down, carrying the strong wind that could smash Allen into flesh.

Alan was not surprised but happy in his eyes. In such an unfavorable situation, he could still laugh.

Haha, he whispered a sip of turbid air, and shouted a low voice that his left hand, which was originally as weak as noodles, had already grasped a dagger, a tactical dagger that was as dark as the night, as dark as the darkness.

Allen raised his left hand high and used all his strength to collide with the falling claws. Bang, the sound of metal collision that seemed to be intersecting swords and swords. The fierce sound was transmitted in the air, and then it became longer and longer under the superposition of the walls of the alleys, like the long sound of a copper bell.

Alan had already given up on the dagger the moment the two intersected. All he had to do was to stop that. As long as he could delay the opponent's offense for a moment, he could avoid this most fierce attack.

The sound of the ding-dong and the broken dagger falling to the ground intersecting the bluestone slab was particularly crisp. Alan did not look at this artistic scene, but just coughed gently and spit out the blood accumulated in his outlet. The strong smell of rust echoed in his mouth, but Alan's spirit became more and more excited, as if he had experienced a tempered sword or a warrior with enlightenment.

His current condition is indeed not good. If the unknown defensive equipment that had hit the left arm before was just a little weak for the time being, then his performance later was more like to confuse the enemy, then his left arm is really ruined now, even if he used some power-relieving means to take the opponent's attack in a head-on manner, the difference between the two is too big and it is impossible to achieve a huge pound.

The navy blue windbreaker had turned into a ragged cloth strip hanging on his body during the previous fight. Blood was constantly flowing out of Allen's nostrils and mouth. Blood was densely covered in the brown pupils, blue veins on his forehead swelled up, and blood spurted from his mouth, and his left hand drooped like a boneless snake. Alan was like the most embarrassing defeated dog at this time, but the expression on his face was definitely not decadent and despair, but hopeful confidence.

Allen's legs bounced up, like a spring-loaded spring, and his whole body stood up from his sliding posture on the ground, and his raised head looked at the other person again.

There was no joy or sorrow on the homeless man's face, but his eyes were inexplicably simple and kind, but full of sadness, as if he had lost his most precious thing. The next moment, his eyes became crazy and dazed, and he seemed to be murmuring unconsciously in his mouth.

"No, no..."

Then the sound gradually became weaker, and the unauthorized words dissipated in the night wind.

But Allen had no time to think about the other person's emotions. The next moment, the boy started running again. His eyes were extremely bright and shining, as if it was the sharp sword that shone with a cold light, releasing the coldest color.

Ellen listened to the noise of the wind in his ears and looked at the enemies in the distance. Without a chance to do it again, he began straight away, both the first and the last determination, killing the opponent before the weapon returned to the rescue.

Bang bang bang, Alan's left hand was temporarily disabled, but his right hand was still intact. The blue rose, which was tightly pinched in his hand at the beginning of the battle, began his own performance. The sharp and dazzling gunshots were continuous, like the most moving music. Under this moonlit night, in this remote alley, an elegant and murderous dance music was played.

The gorgeous gunfires danced like dancing elf under the moonlit night, but it symbolized the beauty of death. Allen's practice for many days was venting all his time, constantly shooting and trying his best to suppress the other party, and the bullets that were spinning and shot straight towards the huge hole of the other party's shield.

Alan, who had seen the other party enlarged the scene, dared not bet. Whether the other party could come again now? There was an official boss who could resolve it at that time. He didn't think he could be rescued by a passing senior expert at the critical moment. Even if there seemed to be a very awesome treasure on his waist, the problem was that he didn't know where the other party's defense was.

While galloping like a cheetah, Alan kept firing and suppressing, and finally rushed to the other party when there were two bullets left in the magazine.

It seemed that he understood what the other party was thinking. The homeless man just opened and closed his lips silently, as if he was saying "It's useless."

Yes, Coril thought so. Although he is at the end of his strength now, not everyone can defeat him. Not to mention anything else, the other party's pistol was powerful but could not break his white bone demon shield. Even if he was shooting his own loophole, he placed the exposed part of the loophole next to his right hand, which was already a pool of mud. If the other party had the idea of ​​getting close to him, then he would let the other party know how the three Black Iron-level soldiers who had hunted him died tragically.

It is impossible that Alan has no intention of understanding the other party’s ideas. He just follows his own fighting ideas. In the absence of other methods, the only remaining method is the best method.

Alan rushed forward with the most fierce momentum, as if he wanted to fight to the death with the other party.

The homeless man seemed to be infected by such a tense atmosphere. His expression became cautious and serious. His eyes became silent and indifferent again. His left hand was raised high, as if he could slash like a long sword at any time.

But at this moment, Correll's face changed color like a revolving lantern, and his face twitched hideously and terrifyingly, as if the drowning victim was making the final struggle.

Allen's heart tightened, and he didn't know if there was any unexpected change, but at this moment he had no way back. He either fell on the charge and slept in a quiet way, or had a way out, and there was no other way, although he felt that if he really fell down, his soul might not be able to rest in peace.

Alan bullied the other party, but he passed by in a flash, without the original momentum of you being me. After throwing two remaining grenades into the loophole of the white bone demon shield in front of Correll, Alan turned around and shot quickly. After firing out the remaining two bullets in the pistol, Alan flashed to the side.

Boom, like the sound of summer thunder resounding through the world, the earth began to tremble, and a strong sense of tremor was transmitted to the distance with the bluestone slabs. The insects and ants living in the corners of the shadow also fled around like natural disasters.

Allen stood up and shook his dizzy mind. He didn't know if the other party would be wary of it because he had used one move before, but he knew it wouldn't work so easily. So before he reached the other party, he had already inserted the blue rose in his hand around his waist, and then pulled the grenade and threw it out. The effect was that after Alan passed by just two bullets, the grenade had exploded. If he hadn't moved quickly, he might have been affected.

When Allen frowned and shook his head lightly, he also took the magazine from his waist and replaced it with his mouth and his only left right hand. Suddenly, Allen's movements stopped in place.

【Task: Complete after erasing the problem]

【Task evaluation: Good】

[Task Reward; 200 Experience Points, 10 Skill Proficiency Points]

Alan looked at the light curtain in front of him and couldn't help but look soothing. Finally it was finished. A bright smile appeared on Alan's face. Although he had not seen the other person's situation, Alan was relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. This matter was finally over. There was no longer the endless nightmare and the lingering shadow in his memory.

However, the final doubt in his heart still couldn't dissipate, because the other party seemed to have not resisted the explosion of the two grenades in the end, and did not resist at all. The twitching and ferocious face flashed in front of him, and the confused and dazed eyes were still lingering in his heart.

Allen shook his head as if he wanted to throw the crazy eyes out of his head. He looked at the light curtain in front of him and smiled with satisfaction. Although he was not sure how many levels there were above good, in his opinion, it was the best ending to survive. However, how is the evaluation of this level judged? If you know the criteria for judgment, you can be targeted next time.

Alan shook his head slightly dizzy, preparing to clean the battlefield and leave, but before he could move, a bright light blue luster suddenly flew out from the corpse in front of him, which looked like a rag doll, and shot directly into Alan's forehead like a sharp arrow. Alan had no time to dodge and was already hit by the bull's-eye.

Bang, Allen's body fell heavily to the ground, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, and the last thought in his heart was, Damn, there is still a counterattack.

The dust around was rising, and the ground that had not rained for half a month was dry and hard. The rotten corpses were lying across the alley, carrying some strange purple light and bright red blood flowing on the ground, moistening the always dry ground. There seemed to be a rustling sound in the dark, as if sin was growing.

Alan fell on the ground just a few meters away from the corpse, his whole body was in a stiff shape, his left hand was irregularly bent, and purple-red blood stasis accumulated on his arms.
Chapter completed!