Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 251 Run to My Site

The sound of footsteps came from the open door, Mr.5 raised his hand, and a touch of white wax fell on the ground and melted into a liquid flowing towards Mr.3, climbing up the trouser legs to the position of his little finger and blending in.

“Miss. How about Valentine’s Day?”

“She didn’t come, only the two of us!” Mr.5 glanced at the factory environment, “Is it enough to clean up this factory?”

“The president’s request is to clean up every link. Except for this factory, all people involved in mining and transportation of ore must be killed.” Mr.3’s face climbed up with a sullen smile: “Identify one by one. It’s too troublesome to get up. People in the entire town may be insiders, so killing them all is the safest way.”

“No wonder you rank above me in the society, because you are more cruel than me.” Mr.5 licked his lower lip, pulled out a booger from his nostril and flicked it into the air.

The piercing nose rubbed the smell of gunpowder in the air, and a dazzling spark was shining. Suddenly, a hurricane swept across, and a group of wriggling shadows caught the spark and squeezed it fiercely.

Mute like the explosion of inferior firecrackers, bang! The burst of flame was extinguished, leaving only a faint white smoke floating in the air.

The pupils of Mr.3 and Mr.5 contracted at the same time, staring at the man who seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of shadows. He actually extinguished the explosion with one hand, and those black shadows were tearing around like living creatures with teeth and claws. Of smoke and dust.

“who?”

The figure suddenly disappeared in place, and appeared next to Mr.5 in the next instant. His sturdy arms flicked like a tail whip, squeezing the air heavily. The power that burst out at this moment made Mr.5’s hair stand upright in front of him. Then a flower flew out backwards.

“This is also the question I want to ask, but before that, we have to change places. I don’t want to ruin my factory.” As if a man accompanied by a dark shadow moved his eyes to Mr.3 while walking, I saw He spread his five fingers and grabbed it in the air. Suddenly countless black lines spewed through the air, like countless venomous snakes with open fangs, biting all over the opponent’s body fiercely.

“Candle wall!”

Mr.3 put his hands and five fingers together, and a circle of wax mist centered on his hands immediately solidified into a wall covering him in front of him. He looked at him in amazement at the dense swelling behind the hard wax wall like steel, his ears All sides are “hissing” sounds.

The horrible and dull footsteps were mixed in, and Mr.3’s face changed, and his whole body began to overflow with sticky wax, wrapping himself up like a ball.

Almost the moment the sphere was just wrapped up, an indescribable force of terror smashed through the wax wall, and the violent shadow followed with the fist. The surface of the wax ball was sunken downward, continuously collapsing and breaking into liquid like splashing around. splash.

The wax balls burst layer by layer, and Mr.3’s body suddenly softened into a pool of melted candles and was punched through, and the wax was splashed on the ground.

The cracked wax liquid quickly condensed on the ground, and then Mr.3 bounced up from the ground, swinging his hands forward, and the swords condensed by candles shot over, and he himself ran towards the outside of the factory as if slipping under his feet. .

Yallin stood still, bunching black threads together and entangled the weapon and flew away. At a point under his feet, there was a dull explosion in the air, and then he caught up with Mr.3’s back and five fingers. A fierce blow forward.

“Head down!”

Mr.5 just got up from a rolling stone and shouted.

Mr.3’s scalp was numb, and he quickly shrank his neck and rolled forward, rolling out a circle on the ground in a very embarrassing manner, leaving a pool of wax liquid with mottled blood spots on the wax liquid.

Whizzing!

A few booger bombs exploded in the air, and the flame ignited the wax liquid on the ground, and it swiftly supported the combustion and rushed toward Yarlin like a gangrene.

Opposite Mr.3 with his mouth wide open, staring breathlessly at the black figure in the flame explosion. His condition at this time is not very good. A large piece of flesh and blood was severely cut off from his back spine and his right shoulder, and the bones were visible. The unstoppable spurt of blood, the skin on the edge of the hideous wound was infiltrated into a terrible black, emitting a foul smell.

The feeling of sluggishness, weakness, and coldness began to spread from the wound. Mr.3 tried to melt the carrion of the wound into wax liquid and found that the originally white wax liquid also printed faint dark spots, giving people an extremely unknown feeling.

Mr.5 looked at Mr.3’s wound, the cross meat on his face also twitched slightly, the faint foul smell even the smell of gunpowder from his body could not be suppressed.

He flew out after just a face-to-face encounter. The ribs in his chest seemed to be broken, causing pain, and Mr.3 was severely injured. His heart was slightly chilled, and he stared at the dark shadow moving in the flame without blinking. Pull out the booger and lasing into the fire.

In an instant, dazzling red lights lit up in the flames, and the tumbling heat waves exploded huge pits on the ground, but the uneasy feeling in his heart grew stronger.

Not only him, the horror on Mr.3’s face is even more obvious. He can clearly feel that there is no hot temperature on the wax liquid burning in the flame. On the contrary, it seems to be a cold power that is the same as his wound. The temperature of the flame is isolated.

There is a strange shadow raging in the flames. If they look closer, they will find a dark walk that has been stripped out of the burning sea of ​​fire. The black shadow that is steaming and wriggling on Yarlin will be extremely insidious in the surrounding circle. The air is all quenched and dyed into a black mist, obstructing the air and temperature from approaching domineeringly.

This kind of extreme rejection was manifested in the fight against Smogg, but it was not as obvious in the face of natural-manipulated smoke, but now it is facing Mr.5’s booger bomb and Mr.3’s wax liquid burned, as if showing a gesture of complete contempt for crushing.

The lasing booger was accurately drawn by the black wire, and the power of the explosion could be wiped out by Yarlin’s casual wave attack. The muscle activity and bone hardness brought up to 70 points of strength, so that every hit The attack strength is not less than the power of an explosion.

The sea of ​​fire seemed to be blown away by the black wind, and Yarlin showed his figure unharmed, and the blood slowly dripped down his arm, and landed on a pitted mine, with dark red and black blood dripping. On the ground, Mr.3’s face became paler.

The blood is his.

“The people who killed me are not enough. You dare to come to my place. Are you ready to death?” A terrifying and dull aura radiated from Yarlin, and the shadows raged all over him. The countless black threads spreading out their palms surging like a roaring python, covering the entire sky and tumbling towards the two of them.

Under the cover, there is the sound of gradually approaching footsteps, like a drum beat on the heartbeat of the two people in amazement…