I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 224 Fight!

Five minutes later, Lancelot immediately began to feel bored.

But Lancelot didn't want to continue thinking about useless things, which would do no good except waste his energy.

【By the way, I haven’t finished the last book yet.】

"Er!" The boy recited the spell of space magic word by word, and a faint green light glowed in his palm.

A few seconds later, when the light dissipated, Lancelot had a hard-cover book in his hand: "The Traveler in Another World".

Lancelot snapped his fingers, and a milky white ball of light floated in front of him, illuminating the entire room.

The boy took a deep breath and opened the title page.

"For those who believe, death is the door to eternal life."

Lancelot continued to turn the pages and looked down from where he was last time.

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At this time, there was a faint sound of thumping behind Mordred.

He looked back and saw a group of black figures gathering at the end of the street, surrounding a small object on the ground - it was the beggar just now.

Mordred looked at the four ragged men in panic as they fought to swallow the loaf of bread he sent out, fighting with each other and completely ignoring the boy's desperate cries.

"You want to attract everyone here, bastard!"

Finally, one of the men could no longer bear the noise, picked up a nearby wooden stick, and hit the boy hard on the head. The sound of the boy falling to the ground echoed repeatedly in the alley.

Those guys ate all the bread in their hands in the blink of an eye, and then turned their eyes to Mordred.

"It's completely over now"

He stepped back step by step and realized that his previous belief that he was out of danger was not too naive.

The four men approached him with a ferocious smile. Mordred turned around in a panic, and then ran away quickly.

The sound of chasing gradually approached from behind, and Mordred ran hard, feeling that his heart was about to beat out of his chest - this delicate body was obviously not able to adapt to such strenuous exercise.

He ran away like crazy, feeling sore all over his body. Once he fell down here, he might never be able to stand up again.

This kind of psychological suggestion is quite terrifying. Mordred felt that the life force in his body was passing away bit by bit.

In desperation, Mordred had no choice but to throw the basket containing the sacrifices back carelessly. However, this clumsy move caused the whole person to lose his balance immediately. In addition, Mord just happened to step on a crack in the floor.

Red dove into the pile of rotten wood on the side of the road.

The pile of rotten wood creaked with a heavy blow, forcibly stopping his stumbling steps.

Mordred sat up quickly, and the splinters of wood shook off from his body and scattered among the gaps in the floor.

The food spilled from the basket successfully diverted the attention of these guys.

They whizzed past Mordred, completely ignoring his presence. They just lay down in the mud of the alley, struggling to dig out scattered vegetable leaves and grains from the cracks in the ground.

One of them slipped his fingers into the crack and pulled out more mud than grain, but he still couldn't wait to stuff the indescribable thing into his mouth.

When Mordred saw this scene, he suddenly felt his stomach churn.

The extremely disgusting saliva dripped slowly along the man's chin, like unknown liquid overflowing from a boiling and bubbling swamp.

After a brief period of confusion, one of the guys noticed Mordred's gaze and immediately stopped what he was doing. He roared in an inhuman voice and reached out to grab the wooden stick at his waist that he used as a weapon.

stick.

Mordred woke up instantly, and it was almost impossible to get up and run away. What's even worse was that the toe he had just hit was sending constant pain messages, filling his mind, and he couldn't even think normally.

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[Damn it, we have to find a way to deal with these guys!] Mordred felt his whole body trembling, whether it was a conditioned reflex of extreme fear or a precursor to an explosion of desire to survive.

Fortunately, only one person noticed him, and the others were still concentrating on cleaning the floor.

[Brother, this is too much!] Mordred saw one of the bastards lying on the ground and started licking him. The scene was really unsightly.

"Hoo ho ho." The gong-like laughter pulled Modred back to reality. The guy was now less than ten meters away from him.

Mordred screamed in his heart that something was wrong, and rubbed his hands wildly on the floor, eager to find something that could be used to defend himself.

However, the tingling sensation coming from his toes was still hitting his nerves one after another.

In the end, Mordred only found a wooden stick that had not completely corroded, and stood up with all his strength to face the cruel reality. He held the wooden stick tightly with trembling hands, trying to create a ridiculous sense of threat to the other party.

What's even more ridiculous is that the mentally retarded man actually stopped because of this, as if he wanted to avoid unnecessary harm to his body.

[Oh my god, there is such an operation...] Mordred watched helplessly as the wooden stick in his hand turned into a wisp of fly ash and scattered in the wind due to excessive force.

The mentally retarded man almost laughed his head off when he saw this scene. His delicate yellow teeth were exposed in the sunset, and his stupid look was simply unspeakable.

Mordred quickly shook his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, because the opponent began to press forward step by step again.

"As a time traveler, I was beaten to death by the natives at the beginning. Stop kidding me!" Mordred was still trembling with fear, and even forgot that he could turn around and run away now.

The opponent's dull eyes finally showed a sinister light. He beat his chest, waved the wooden stick, and rushed towards Mordred with all his strength.

"Fuck, I'll fight you today!" Mordred roared, clenching his fists and preparing to fight.

At this moment, the retard was less than two meters away from him. Mordred took the initiative and quickly punched the opponent in the head with all his strength.

"Crack!" This was the sound of a skull breaking. This punch hit the opponent's forehead firmly, and the guy's forehead was actually dented in an exaggerated way!

Mordred looked at the opponent's face in astonishment. He never expected that the power of his punch would be so powerful!

The next second, a burst of excited cheers came from behind, instantly attracting the other party's attention.

The mentally retarded man looked back at his compatriots, shouted something vaguely, and then fell down.

Mordred stood there with a confused look on his face. When he looked back, it turned out that someone among them had discovered the small bottle of wine. The ensuing fight made them completely ignore his existence.

The three men left quickly - the remaining two desperately chasing the guy who, whether lucky or stupid, wanted to swallow the bottle of rum to himself.

(End of chapter)