Soul of Negary

"Are you so afraid to ask for mercy?" A man with a one-handed axe looked at Chris who was kowtowing excitedly: "What legendary game, is it so unbearable in the face of death."

"That being the case, I have won the place to become a Raven Man!" The man with the axe rushed to the front, slashing at Chris with excitement on his face.

"Hey..." The breathing sound didn't alert the axe-lifter. Chris's kneeling body jumped forward, and with a push of his hands, he hit the enemy's running foot accurately, and then rolled his body to one side to avoid the fallen. Axe lifter.

Chris looked up and saw that a wound had been smashed on his forehead, blood was flowing continuously on his face, and the black crow bacteria were squirming along the blood to the wound on his forehead, exposing Chris's mouth.

"I'm sorry, the rhythm is peeled off." Chris grabbed the black crow bacteria attached to the blood on his face, and used an advanced application of the breathing method. Everything has its own rhythm, which fits with the rhythm of everything, and can obtain everything. His perception and even power, such as the gold of rhythm, and if he changes his own rhythm to repel it, things will be repelled. Before, he used the breathing method to expel the germs inhaled from the body, which is exactly the technique he used.

I saw the blood on Chris' face tremble, and Chris grabbed the germs on his face and threw it on the axe who fell to the ground.

"These germs only have instinct, they will instinctively want to burrow into the body of the creature, and of course they will also instinctively chase the blood, you also have a mouthful of blood at the same time to ensure that those germs do not pour into your throat, right? woman!"

Chris kept breathing, using rhythm stripping, to expel the germs that had entered the body from the body through breathing, and the axe holder was thrown on his face by the germs, and those things poured into his body from his nose and mouth.

He wailed in pain, and black spots began to appear on his face. It is estimated that he will die of the black crow disease in a short time. It is not only a crow who is infected with the crow bacteria, otherwise there will not be only so many crow people, and restrictions are needed. quota.

"Should I say it is a legendary ranger? In that case, the characteristics of the black crow can still be discovered." Desa slowly took the half-broken rapier. She could be cautious and let others kill Chris, but When faced with this situation, she will not choose to back down. As she said, when faced with the same situation as Nozards, she will choose the same behavior.

"Become a part of Lord Negri, and as he climbs to the top, seize the opportunity to become a ladder with a death battle!!" Desa's eyes showed Negri reaching out to her, people always need recognition and demand from other existences Yes, the reason why tesa works so hard is to stop being judged by useless things.

"Don't everyone cherish life so much?" Chris looked at the frightened besiegers, and Desa who hid behind before, but now moves forward firmly, with admiration flashing in his eyes.

No matter whether it is hostile or not, and no matter what kind of beliefs the other party has, who can clearly understand their own needs, adhere to their own beliefs, and sacrifice their lives for them, you can despise the other party's beliefs as incorrect, but you should praise the other party for this. kind of persistence.

"Enough, Dessa!" A voice came from a distance, stopping Dessa's progress, Adre stood on the roof wearing the arakkoa black robe, and said with a serious face: "Now when Rhea is still employing people , For the sake of Lord Negri, please leave a useful body."

"...I understand." Desa stared at Chris on the opposite side, put down the broken sword in her hand, and quickly stepped back.

"New enemy." Chris kept breathing and adjusted his state. Two consecutive battles had consumed a lot of his physical strength. This new enemy was even more powerful in terms of rhythm alone.

"It's really uncomfortable, my physical condition is getting worse and worse." Chris narrowed his eyes, breathing is a magical method,

If you simply practice it, you can regulate your own rhythm and have the effect of strengthening your body and prolonging your life.

But Chris's constant adventures, constantly using various breathing methods to run battles, make his body worse day by day, such as the rhythm of gold, which uses the human body to fit the rhythm of the metal. Every time he uses it, he will disturb his own health Rhythm, make your own rhythm uncoordinated.

Over time, this rhythm incoordination has formed a dark wound. Once it erupts, Chris may die on the spot.

"Who can kill me, who can kill me?" The axe-wielder shouted frantically at this time. He was infected with the black crow virus. He only felt distorted pain throughout his body. is a relief.

He staggered towards Chris, who was closest to him, and Chris couldn't help but focus on him.

"You've caused enough riots, just sleep here, Chris Modo!" Yadley didn't pay attention to the axe bearer, his eyes were solemn, and his voice sounded a little weird: "Exoscale, kill him! "

A dark golden light flashed away, and the axe bearer's body was torn apart instantly. The light appeared in front of Chris with fluttering blood, and the sharp claws grabbed at Chris. He seemed to sense something, and he hesitated. a bit.

Blood splattered, and Chris fell to the side. There was a long wound on his right waist. If he went a little further, he would have seen his internal organs. If the axe holder hadn't blocked the thing just now For a moment, there was a slight hesitation in that thing, I am afraid that his body would be torn in half in an instant.

"Thank you..." The axe bearer's body was torn apart, fell to the ground and spit out two words, showing a relief expression and died.

"What is that thing? Animal?" Chris only saw some dark golden scales in a trance: "And the extremely uncoordinated rhythm, reminds me of the Rhea leader Comoros, no, that thing is more Comoros will be more incongruous!"

"Continue!" Yadley's cold and weird voice came, causing Chris to stand up quickly. He was most afraid of facing opponents whose speed or strength surpassed too much, and the various techniques of breathing would be extremely difficult to work. .

Chris hurriedly jumped into the alley. The street was too empty. There was nothing to block the speeder. Only by entering the alley with complicated terrain would he have a chance to restrain the thing and defeat him. .

"There is another question here. When that thing grabbed me, why did it hesitate? Is there something in me that could affect him?" Chris's mind turned desperately.

Dark golden light flashed by, and Chris' body was half-hanging on the wall, avoiding this attack.

"Continue... Alien Scales!"