this is my ark journey

call--

Without any nonsense, after the fireball stopped, the earl turned around and raised his sickle to the ashes nailed to the ground.

die! !

Can't defend, can't dodge, Ren's veins are violent, even if he throws the pain and kicks his feet, the opponent's slash will be faster, time becomes slower, the sickle is getting closer, Ren's wrist is turned, and the palm is facing the foot.

Exploding fireballs!

boom! !

Flames and dust bloomed at the same time, and was cut in half by the scythe in an instant. The earl fell to the ground and saw a big hole in the floor of his house, he couldn't help shaking his head mockingly.

"Do you want to commit suicide? Or do you want to escape?"

With both feet pierced by him, how could he run away, and throwing himself into the flames was more like suicide.

After hesitating for a moment, the count considered that the mercenary was full of tricks, so instead of chasing him immediately, he poked his head out and took a look into the big hole.

Downstairs is a library, the bookshelves have been set on fire, and the stones have knocked the tables and chairs to the side. The count saw a burning man rolling to the side, rolling back and forth on the ground to put out the fire, and then lying on his back on the ground, except for the rapid heaving of the chest and abdomen. Almost like a dead person.

The count just jumped down, gently without stirring up any dust, and saw the mercenary struggling to get up, half kneeling on the ground with empty hands, as if begging for mercy for the winner.

"You played well." The earl approached, raised his head slightly, enjoying the joy of the winner, "but now you are the posture that a lowly person should have. Facing the strong, facing the nobles, you should kneel down!"

Scattered papers were flying in all directions, like falling snow.

Ren didn't speak, as if he was trembling from the pain, his gray pupils reflected that he knew that this person was old and cunning.

It seems to be pretentious, but in fact it is very fearful, like looking for a trap, temptation is always relative, IQ is always equal, it makes no sense that only he can test out the opponent's tactics, the earl can't see Rennes' means.

"Then what are you waiting for, why don't you come and take my head full of bullshit."

"Vulgar aggressive method, but if you ask for it, then I will respond!"

Before the voice fell, the blood-colored afterimage suddenly accelerated, seemingly heading straight for Ren's door, and there was another leap in the middle.

side?behind?

Seeing the fast-moving soul fire, Ren sank his fingers into the rubble, as if closing his eyes and waiting to die, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

Swah——

Ashes lowered his head suddenly, and the passing blood-red spear pulled a large amount of sparks on the shoulder armor. The count was very cunning, he was still holding a sickle just now, but now he was piercing with a spear.

It's too far away, no matter what method is used, it is completely beyond the attack range of the person with injured feet. With a single shot, the count suddenly pressed down. In just an instant, he can turn the spear into a mace and smash the person's head !

But at this moment, Ren suddenly rolled to the side, the gray eyes under the pointed hat glowed with blood, and his feet, which were half kneeling on the ground, kicked out with all their strength!

what! ?

The earl's pupils shrank, completely incomprehensible, how could a person with both feet pierced be faster than when he was fighting just now?Could it be that this person also knows the medical Originium skill?

This moment of stupefaction lasted only a moment. Facing the approaching enemy, the spear in his hand dissolved and turned into a red barrier.

"It's useless, no matter what tricks you have in front of absolute strength, it will be futile!"

What the knight's spear charge failed to do, and it was even more impossible for Ren, who was empty-handed, to break through the barrier. The earl smiled, as if admiring the last struggle of a wild beast.

Ren didn't say a word of nonsense, as if he was going to crash his head against the red barrier until the flames rose in his hands.

What the hell are you doing?

The earl, who was already familiar with this strange Originium skill, widened his eyes a little. He didn't see any swords, guns, swords, halberds, or weird props. The mercenary was just holding a huge statue, a golden statue!

This is......

Instinctively, he looked at the indescribable head of the statue all at once, as if a machine had crashed, and his entire thinking froze instantly.

Golden Terror! ?

Chapter 66 Gorefiend, Die! !

When you look at the abyss, the abyss will look at you, and when you seek the unknown, the unknown will return terror.

This mysterious statue Ren didn't know its origin or its function, but one thing was very clear.

When staring at it, concentrating on it, the whole person's thinking will freeze, just like the shelling that year woke him up.

From the very beginning, Rennes' trump card was not the Tower of Babel squad. Ashes had always relied on its own strength to walk the earth, but two conditions must be met for the Golden Terror Statue to work.

Get close enough that the enemy's attention is extremely focused.

But at this moment, Renn, who was quietly repairing his body with the element bottle, was already close, and facing an opponent who suddenly counterattacked violently, Earl Gorefiend's attention was unprecedentedly focused!

Seduce, sneak attack, lore!

Ashes, who had already become instinctive in the battle, had written a perfect script. He placed the golden statue in front of the count, and let the latter continue to face the wall, while his footsteps flicked to the side without stopping for a moment.

Bypassing the red barrier, the flames ignited again, Ren reached out to hold the Kasas machete, and swung his hand to slash!

"You like to suck blood!?"

puff!

A human head flew into the sky, and an unusually large amount of blood spattered, dyeing the paper all over the sky red, and the curved knife had a bleeding effect. This blood-sucking Sarkaz has already spit out all the blood.

Ren opened his left hand to grab the falling head, and opened his right hand to the headless corpse still standing in place.

Flame jet!

A stream of fire burst out and completely ignited the headless corpse. Ren not only had to make up the knife, but also crushed the enemy's bones to ashes before he could rest assured.

No one knows how tenacious the blood demon's vitality is, so let's just burn it to ashes!

The fire dragon rolled in the library, ignited the bookshelves, and finally rushed out of the building with broken glass, as if lighting a torch at the top of this underground black market.

When the corpse was completely turned into ashes, Ren finally clenched his fists, held his head in one hand, and took back the golden statue of the horror, then turned around suddenly, looking to one side with his shrunken pupils.

boom--

A big hole was blasted into the wall, and a white figure got into the fire. The scorching air made her stop, her head scanned around, and finally landed on Ren's face.

"You're late, Muyan." Ren stood in the middle of the flames, as if he had expected that the girl who was about to escape would come back.

"Where's the enemy?" The voice under the mask was low, and Muyan held up the hammer and scanned the surroundings uneasily.

A Gorefiend Earl, she had to do her best, and the heavy protective clothing on her body was no different from a piece of paper.

"Here." Ren raised his head in his hands, and in an instant, except for the crackling sound of burning bookshelves, there was silence.

"You, you killed Alcador? How is it possible???"

Mu Yan looked at the head, and it was indeed the Gorefiend Earl, but it was impossible. She knew his strength very well. Earlier, he alone wiped out the entire mercenary group.

The flames were burning uncomfortably. Ren ignored the girl's shock, and walked out of the fire scene step by step with his head in his hands. The night wind blowing in through the broken windows refreshed his spirits, and he saw the mess downstairs.

The treasure box monster was dismantled into pieces, and the soldiers who attacked it were turned into corpses all over the place. Muyan's men were cleaning the battlefield.

"Why are you still standing there, enough people have died tonight, take me to a place to end it all."

Muyan was still a little dazed, and turned around stiffly to look at Ren, who was holding his head.

"You really killed him??"

"if not?"

"But Akaldor is an earl, the earl of the Gorefiend!" No wonder the mud rock was entangled. Thousands of Sarkaz died in this civil war, but no earl or member of the royal court died.

Ren, with embers on his cloak, turned sideways slightly, and gently raised his head in his hands.

"In my eyes, there is no distinction between high and low in life!"

...........

boom!boom!boom!

The sound of the explosion shook the abandoned factory, and the iron plates outside had been shattered. Those mercenaries couldn't hold back after touching it for a long time, and finally sent out warlocks.

As soon as this Originium skill came into play, the simple fortifications couldn't stop it at all, forcing the cardinals to gather in the center, and the two sides shot at each other through the scattered abandoned machine tools.

"We must evacuate immediately! The enemy is approaching!" Ines dragged an unlucky guy who had been shot in the abdomen into the main control room on the second floor, and could see the arrows flying around in the factory below and the Originium skills bombarding each other.

The enemy has already poured into the factory building, and the cover is repeated alternately. After all, the glass was pierced with a clatter, and an arrow nailed to the wall kept vibrating.

Hedley broke the arrow stuck in his chest, feeling that the situation was not good, turned his head to look to one side, his teeth itching suddenly.

W was lazily leaning on the inclined ladder, watching TV with his head held high.

"W! Now is not the time to relax!"

"Then what can I do? I've used up all the origin stone explosives, and I'm exhausted from using skills continuously." The girl yawned, and a crossbow bolt was nailed to the wall by her hair without even blinking. one time.

"Use the gun on your back!" Ines gritted her teeth in hatred.

"Heh, I'm not Sakota, I can't kill a few people even if I try to fire, besides, which one of you has killed more than me tonight?" W didn't bother to talk to the other party, and slowly pulled the jacket open, revealing the last few explosives inside .

"Don't worry, I won't surrender."

You crazy woman, you have to be accepted by others if you surrender!

Ines didn't have the strength to quarrel with W, and looked directly at Hedley: "Let's retreat, even if there is an ambush below, we still have a chance of survival, staying here will only wait for death!"

Retreating is the most sensible choice. Hedley thought for a few seconds, frowned slightly and said: "But Ren has already gone to solve it."

"Hedley! When did you become so indecisive!" Ines clenched her rapier, as if she was ready to stab someone at any time, "How to solve it? Should I kill the Gorefiend Earl, or kill the thousands of soldiers outside?" All Kazuma slaughtered? If you want to die, stay here!"

Her sharp voice caused W and Hedley to frown, but they had no intention of refuting. Whether killing the Earl or Battlefield Warriors, they were all like fairy tales.

"Okay, let's retreat." Hedley sighed, and was very decisive after deciding: "Let the brothers retreat while fighting, dispatch Ceobe to repel the enemy temporarily, and the wounded and I will be responsible for the rear."

"Okay, how many can run." W reluctantly got up, because of Ren's explanation, the silly dog ​​only listened to her.

After excessive use of Originium skills, her footsteps were a bit vain, Ruya flew past, but W didn't bother to bend down, and when she walked to the door, a familiar voice suddenly came from the entertainment program on TV.

"Officially inform the Tracys Army, accepting commissioned mercenaries."

The sound came not only from the TV, but also from the giant display screens in the busy streets. W trembled and ran back to the inclined ladder at a fast speed, only to see a familiar figure on the screen.

The man was not wearing a helmet, and he was sitting behind a wooden table. There was a flag of Tracys on the wall behind him. Many people immediately recognized that this was the high tower communication station, and the previous commission was also issued at the same place.

"Who is this bastard?"

"Where is Master Alcador?"

"It's not like changing the entrustment in advance, we are almost winning."

Countless people were whispering, and in the distance, a young girl who had just entered the city took off her hood, revealing two film ears, also not clear about the situation.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Ryan Rodland." The man didn't talk nonsense, and bent over to pick up something and put it on the table. Only then did everyone see that it was a head, an extremely familiar head.

And the man pressed his head with his hand, stared at him coldly, and spit out a few words:

"The person who killed this shit earl!"

Chapter 67 How can he! ?

He killed the count?

He killed Master Alcador?

He killed that gorefiend?

The hustle and bustle of the night became silent. Not only did the two battlefields no longer shout for killing, but even the heavy metal music disappeared without a trace.

Everyone stretched their necks and stared blankly at the man on the screen.

What is he saying?Am I dreaming?

It is absolutely impossible for adults to die, but what happened to that head?

Reality can be faked, but soon someone discovered the 'torch' in the center of the black market. The raging fire ignited the entire floor, and the light could be seen dozens of miles away.

The office can be forged, the head can be forged, this raging flame is definitely not an illusion!

Just in an instant, everyone's eyes on the screen changed, and a lunatic really broke into the tower, chopped off the head of the Gorefiend Earl and put it on the table!

How can he!How dare he!

Teresia's representative was also quietly assassinated, how dare a mercenary kill an earl, such an unseemly killing!

The nobles are angry, but the mercenaries feel very happy. They are often bullied, and they have to obey obediently as a knife. If they fail, they will be silenced. Wouldn’t it be nice to see their colleagues take out an earl’s head for live broadcast? ?

A group of mercenary leaders gathered together to watch the fun looked at each other, and ordered in unanimous agreement: