Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

"It's a murder, please help!"

At this time, Alka ran towards the distant city gate while shouting.

The deliberate shrill shouts had awakened the guards guarding the door.

Seeing Alka running away and shouting, they immediately picked up their weapons and ran towards where Alka was.

"What's wrong sir?"

Alka's dress at this time was quite formal. He raised his hands in the air with a frightened look on his face, and pointed behind himself with a tremor in his voice.

"There's a madman out there and he wants to kill me."

After hearing his words, the guards looked behind Alka one after another, and saw a figure running quickly in the shadows there.

And the running movements are extremely exaggerated.

This image, which did not look like a good character at first glance, instantly made the guards wary.

Picking up the halberds in their hands, the guards on the distant wall saw the actions of their teammates and also raised their rifles.

Alka took this opportunity to pass through the gap between them, looking frightened, and retreated towards the rear.

He retreated all the way to the city gate, leaning against the city wall and breathing heavily.

At this time Nivik had also rushed towards the soldiers.

The moonlight shone down, just enough to illuminate his figure from the shadows.

Seeing the enemy's clown-like and exaggerated and wanton running style made these soldiers instantly feel nervous.

But at this time.

A character who seemed to be a commander or squad leader standing on the city wall suddenly shouted: "Wait, stop!"

He seemed to recognize Nivik.

When he heard this voice, Alcaton felt bad.

Regardless of whether it was what he thought, he rushed out of the city without hesitation.

Nivik was heard shouting: "The man who escaped is a wanted criminal!"

"Gan!"

Hearing this, Alka ran faster.

The captain believed it without hesitation and immediately issued the order.

"Quickly, intercept the wanted criminal!"

The guards holding halberds were a little confused, and after realizing it, they stepped aside to make way for Nivik.

The guards on the city wall raised their rifles, turned around, and began to aim at Alka, who was already running outside.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The bullet streaked past Alka.

"Shit, shit."

Alka cursed and had to adjust his running style to run towards the flowers nearby.

Those lush plants can block the enemy's vision, and the moonlight there is relatively dim.

He was sure that the clown didn't even know that he was really a wanted criminal, and he just said it casually to get the guards to cooperate with him in attacking him.

Damn, I got hit hard by this lunatic.

But it also shows from the side that this clown is not a shady gang member in the city as Alka thought.

Obviously he has status.

"Um."

Suddenly Alka couldn't help but groaned, and a bullet penetrated his left arm.

A moment of pain disrupted his running rhythm.

He had to endure the pain and rushed into the gardens on both sides of the road.

The flying bullets started shooting randomly around.

It's almost impossible to shoot Alka anymore.

Alka could only hold his injured left arm, try his best to cover the wound, and run away.

But an injury to one arm obviously affected his speed of escape.

Nivik also rushed into the garden.

"Despair? Scared?"

A cruel and angry shout came from behind.

"Isn't it just that I can beat you by playing magic? I can't afford it, right? Why do you work so hard?"

"What a fucking lunatic!"

He was yelling in his heart, but his pace showed no intention of slowing down.

The enemy's cries grew closer.

"Fight!"

Alka put down his right hand holding his left arm, flipped it over, and a red gradient card appeared in his palm.

Without hesitation, he held the card and swiped it from his belt.

The crystal embedded in his belt on the side scratched the card.

The crystal instantly released a faint blue light, and the light poured into the card like a thread.

The fiery red cross on the card lit up instantly.

A hint of warmth came from the originally cold card.

Alka threw the card away without hesitation.

The card slid along the ground, cutting off the stems of the flowers one after another and inserting them into the soft mud ahead.

Two more metal cards flew back.

Through the faint moonlight, the enemy's clown-like face has appeared in front of him.

Facing two silver metal cards flying towards Alka.

This time Nivik had experience.

There was no intention of staying in place to avoid, and he rushed forward violently.

He rolled directly on the ground, letting the card slide across his back, and then rushed towards Alka like a hungry tiger.

At this time, Alka squatted on the spot as if exhausted.

The spar around his waist was still emitting a faint brilliance.

By the moonlight, Alka had already seen Nivik, who was only four or five meters away from him and was already rushing towards him.

The evil and hideous clown face is so ugly.

The smile above was almost split to the ears.

"boom!"

And Alka also had a smile on his face.

A wide pillar of fire, more than half a meter wide, suddenly emerged from the ground.

It completely enveloped Nivik, and two pillars of fire shot out from the left and right.

The cross flames spurt outwards from the four corners of the card.

Facing the pillar of fire on the ground, the flames sprayed out burned the ground, and the flames spread around.

The strong firelight illuminated the dark night in an instant.

The surrounding flowers quickly withered and turned black in the burning fire.

The intense firelight and the warmth it brought illuminated Alka.

Nivik, who was enveloped in flames, obviously lost his smile.

The smile moved to Alka's face.

Alka stood up, covered his left arm and prepared to leave.

A figure burning with flames flew out from the torch.

There were burn marks all over his body, his clothes and skin were adhering to each other, and the makeup and skin on his face were fused together in the flames.

Alka's eyes widened as she looked at the clown rushing out of the flames.

Can this still move?

Dense red thorns covered all the burned areas.

It exudes a faint red light.

Now Nivik looked like an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss.

"die!"

With a hoarse and cruel cry, he flew towards Alka carrying several daggers that shone with cold light.

A sudden attack coupled with such a close distance.

Even if Alka dodged to the side, it was already too late.

A thin curtain of light suddenly emerged from his body.

The protective props given by Andre were activated.

The three fatal daggers pierced the light barrier and shattered it. But it also lost its kinetic energy and fell to the ground.

Only Nivik's clawed right hand hit Alka's chest with five blood-red rays of light.

Five deep blood marks were found, and the clothes were torn, and blood sprayed out.

Nivik landed on his toes, his left hand covered with burn marks and entwined with scarlet thorn arabesques, and continued to attack Alka.

This time it was aimed directly at Alka's head.

The bloody light is close at hand.

reflected from Alka's pupils.

"Silver Light·Beng Fist"

A figure crashed down from mid-air, its fist shining with silver light colliding with its clawed left hand.