Dragon City-Tianji Pavilion

[Stickman - John Penny] trapped in the formation was breaking through the formation by burning one by one, but just as he was about to escape, he suddenly froze.

Between his deep and concave eye sockets, the entire eyeball was filled with a breath of death, and his pupils contracted sharply...

Can't believe it at all,

Can't believe it,

"How could Arthur... die in such a low-level area? How could there be a guy who can kill Arthur living on this planet?

Sure enough, is this game a trick of the demon? Have they already installed superiors among human cities?

No ~ The boss is supervising the battle situation off the field. If there is really a superior intervention, he will definitely take action to stop it as soon as possible!

Why is this happening?"

For a moment,

Stickman falls into a state of difficulty in self-control.

The heat accumulated in the body became uncontrollable, and particles similar to match heads began to grow on the surface of his skin, spread throughout his body and then were ignited.

boom!

An extremely exaggerated mushroom cloud rose inside Longcheng, and a strong fire was constantly surging among the smoke.

...

When the Holy City and the land deed were all cut by one or two pieces,

The battles that are happening on the streets and alleys are all stopped at this moment.

Even Mr., who was playing the game of fate, temporarily hung the chess piece in the air and did not fall for a long time... although he could capture the victory immediately.

As an Allied Force, he could naturally feel that the aura of "Razorman" had dissipated.

This made the face of the first incarnation have an incredible expression... I once wondered if Han Dong was hiding in this city, and the Razorman's kill was related to him.

But Mr. Teacher quickly smelled a strong demonic aura from the cracks, and could also feel a strong heartbeat. This is not Han Dong's attribute.

"No... it's another breath.

The local natives actually have such a strong existence! And they seem to be growing?

How is this possible?

If a person of the same level wants to kill the Razorman, he will inevitably pay a heavy price... Why does the aura emitted increase instead of reducing?

I have to end the game of chess right away...or it will be really troublesome."

Teacher Mr.'s perception is correct.

Deep in the ground,

Some kind of change is happening.

Ma Long, who completed the final slash,

Following the collapse, the broken guillotine throne and countless beheaded heads fell to the depths of the cut-out ground.

During the fall,

He could only hear his own breathing and regular heartbeats.

Perhaps Arthur, the Razorman, has common characteristics with Malone in terms of attributes such as "slaughter", "tyranny", "killing", etc.

Perhaps "Hell Heart" was almost exhausted during this battle and urgently needed energy supplies.

Widths of [Breath of Massacre] from Arthur were sucked into the heart like a torrent and fed to hell.

You must know,

Although Arthur is in the middle,

But as the executioner of the Penny family, he killed almost all the family enemies... The powerful enemies he killed were no less than some of the superiors.

And because of his characteristics.

The beheaded will be preserved in his kingdom through the form of [Breath of Massacre], presenting the "head" that was beheaded before his birth.

Nowadays,

Malone's heart is taking these 'trophies' for himself,

The heart and symbolize hell... are equivalent to integrating the slaughtered person in units of billions into hell.

Not only is there a layer of slaughtering aura permeated the entire hell, the essence of the world is also changing, and there is a trend of upward rise.

boom!

Ma Long's body fell heavily into the depths of tens of thousands of meters underground.

Since all [Breath of Massacre] has been absorbed,

All that fell was the dilapidated guillotine throne.

Although Arthur died,

But the throne remains.

Such heavy falls also brought Ma Long's thoughts back to reality.

He reached out to cover his protruding heart,

Now he is able to fully control the "Hell Heart" in a state of waking.

I clearly feel that the heart and its corresponding hell world are undergoing important changes and are about to rise.

In his mind, he recalled Alex's last words - "... Go and be the number one in the Holy City."

Looking at the remaining guillotine throne in front of you,

Ma Long stood up,

Just as the winner looked down at the loser, staring at the broken throne in front of him.

Buzz!

Silver light flashed,

Holding "Lumin Authentic" in your hand, pointing to the wreckage of the throne,

Maybe it's homology,

The killing intention that exists among the remains of the guillotine begins to flow slowly to the tip of the knife, allowing the consciousness of the Emperor to be cut down, to be nourished and improved,

At the same time, Ma Long also improved his artistic conception.

When the throne remains are absorbed,

bass!

The "Lumin Authentic" that accepts the essence of the throne suddenly returns to the sheath,

This magic weapon with self-awareness has also changed, and has changed to a higher and new form.

Ma Long himself closed his eyes,

With the complete absorption of the guillotine throne, his artistic conception has reached a new height and falls into an unprecedented special state...

Plop~Plop~

The heartbeat is stronger than ever.

Whether it is the toad ancestor who is in Enkaiy, the white maggots in Zhongbei, or even the dense slits between the time and space, you can hear such a heartbeat.

Between the cracks that were cut open in the holy city,

A "hell blood light" from the deepest part rushed straight into the sky.

Ma Long, whose eyes were closed, gradually floated up between the light columns.

When he floated out of the ground.

Gulugulu~ Blood emerged between his body.

Xia Ya, who was responsible for blood control, also left her body at this moment and returned to the Holy City in an absolutely weak state.

She knows very well,

Next is Malone's own business, and her existence will only have a counterproductive effect.

When Xia Ya condensed her body in a dark street and alley,

In her hand, she held the mechanical pocket watch that had always been worn on her chest, and even when she was sleeping, she kept it next to her pillow.

There is a photo of the "strongest team" sandwiched on the inner layer of the pocket watch.

I still remember that it was the first time they went out of the city to complete the investigation task successfully, and their faces were quite immature.

Ma Long stood between the two with a smile on his face,

A hand gently pressed Xia Ya's head,
To be continued...