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puff!

Like a sharp blade breaking through a broken enemy, the shining silver sword split open a creeping hand that was flying towards him.

But there was no trace of pride on Alice's face, because there were still several crawling hands grabbing at her from different angles.

Even though these creeping hands don't have any extraordinary abilities, they are still difficult to deal with.

The hatred and resentment of the dead are attached to the creeping hands along with their vitality and souls. As long as you open the wound slightly, you will receive an unknown surprise gift package.

Even though Alice's physique is different from ordinary people, she doesn't dare to be easily hurt by these crawling hands. Who knows what kind of messy diseases or curses are contained in these severed hands walking through the sewers.

However, she had to bear the pressure and had to stand up, because only in this way could the creeping hands focus their hatred on her.

Although the creeping hands do not possess the wisdom of ordinary people, their remaining instincts and the pre-set orders of the cultists allow them to understand their duty at this time-to kill all living creatures.

She must take advantage of the moment when Tog is entangled by the Lord of Baals City. Only at this time Tog cannot be distracted from commanding the Creeping Hand.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for her to stop all the creeping hands by herself.

She is still not sure whether these creeping hands have extraordinary levels.

It would be fine if it were just an ordinary person's arm, but if it were an extraordinary person's arm, the creeping hand would inherit some of its abilities!

Siosande had unknowingly put away his smile and stared coldly at the battlefields on both sides.

His slender fingers quietly clasped together, but tapped restlessly, as if waiting for something.

Aaron suppressed his physical discomfort and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Now, the battlefields on both sides have quietly opened up. As the second strongest combat force in the team, no matter which side Siosande joins will determine the next plot.

However, he didn't help anyone, he just stood quietly and observed the situation coldly, without any intention of taking action.

"I'm waiting for an opportunity." Siosand glanced at him and whispered: "Be patient, Mr. Aaron."

If Sartre hadn't been willing to give up competing with him to be the heir to the Star Tower, he wouldn't have been willing to protect this Aaron.

Yes, Sartre gave up his chance to be the heir to the Tower of Stars.

Not long ago, he reached a verbal commitment with Siosande, requiring Siosande to protect Aaron until the end of this incident.

If Siosande wasn't a Silver-level prophet, his soul would hardly be disturbed by various illusions, otherwise he would really believe that he was experiencing an extremely realistic dream.

Perhaps no one would believe it if he told it. In Siosande's eyes, the only person who could compete with him for the identity of the next Tower Master of the Star Tower was his senior, a Satyr who was only a Bronze-level Satyr until now.

And now, the biggest competitor in his eyes has actually withdrawn?

Just because Aaron is his opportunity to advance?

Or is this Aaron able to touch the threshold of the bronze steps overnight?

Senior, it would really surprise me if you gave up so easily.

Do you think so highly of this person?

Or is it because... that was your only successful prophecy ritual?

Siosande thought as he silently stared at Aaron in front of him.

He is a prophet and can sense the other party's soul fluctuations and emotions. For a rookie at the Black Iron level, he doesn't even know how to restrain his own soul fluctuations.

Aaron had no cover in his eyes, and it was clear that he could see anxiety, fear and even doubt in the eyes of this black iron-level transcendent...

All kinds of negative energy are quietly accumulating and accumulating, silently waiting for the moment to see the light of day again.

However, he clearly felt that Aaron actually had other emotions at this time.

Curious, thinking?

Although they are small, they firmly occupy a part of the world and are deeply rooted in his soul.

Oh, the traits and obsessions that are least needed to become an extraordinary person.

Ignorance itself is a virtue.

In the face of endless knowledge, only the eyes of low desire will not be dazzled by the starlight in the sky.

boom!

A loud bang interrupted Siosande's thoughts and brought him back to his senses.

Just as his thoughts were racing, something new happened on the scene.

"Bars! Do you want to be serious?" Tog's tone has changed from pride to surprise, and then to anger, "I gave you a deposit! You will come to me with a sacrifice. This is We agreed that!"

His hoarse voice became uncontrollably sharp due to the stern shouting, and the sound alone was like a steel needle piercing one's eardrums.

"Go!" Baars roared again, and the steel prosthetic body took on a new change. In the light bright enough to illuminate the entire sewer, the prosthetic body melted.

The fiery red molten metal spewed out like a volcanic eruption. In just a few seconds, the surrounding temperature had quietly risen several degrees.

And in this heat wave, the molten metal surged and roared, swallowing Tog and the black mist in one gulp.

The high temperature and dry heat directly caused the surrounding hard stone bricks to dry out and crack, and the stagnant water that had been silent for countless years began to boil.

The dark green stench spreads with the steaming water vapor, and the dirt that has been buried and fermented for many years is now exposed to the light.

The water mist filled the air, and for a while the sewer began to become distorted, and the whole world began to blur.

The light from the torch was blocked by the thick fog and could not be seen very far.

Even though they were only a dozen steps away, Bals' tall and majestic figure had been covered up, and only a huge black shadow was projected under the bright and fiery metal cage.

This is the true strength of a gold-level powerhouse. Even limited by the terrain and fear of accidental injury, Bals has not yet exerted his full strength.

Otherwise, the entire section of the sewer will wail under the torrent of metal with terrifyingly high temperatures.

He just plays with metal, and the iron arm is just a manifestation of his ability.

"Let's go!" Bars's voice became hoarse due to the high temperature, and he repeated it tirelessly, with an anxious tone.

"I understand, Bals, it turns out that you have no intention of fulfilling the contract at all!" Toge's hysterical voice came from the heat, "You only promised me that you would bring extraordinary people, so that's it!"

Tog only realized now that Bals had indeed abided by the contract and brought the extraordinary person, but the contract did not say what would happen after bringing the extraordinary person!

From the moment he signed the contract, damn Baals never thought about helping him kill the transcendent!

"Do you think this will be useful? Bars?"

Unexpectedly, Tog's voice no longer came from the hot metal cage, but floated in the sewer, and an ominous atmosphere spread in the air.

"Bars, do you really think I'm so weak? Haven't you noticed that these creeping hands are just defective products?"