Chapter 8 Bronze Whistle (Page 1/2)

Such silence only lasted for a moment, and then it was interrupted by Albedo's ruthless axe.

Perhaps the other bandits were still shocked by the sudden assassination of their leader, but for Miss Succubus, who had lived for a long time, there were few things that could make her emotional.

Taking advantage of this moment of distraction, the bandits immediately became the best targets. The axe swung, and the wind came suddenly. Under her ruthless blade, they quickly turned into corpses on the ground.

The black armor was soaked with blood, and the huge long-handled axe flew up and down. The ground was full of the bodies of the bandits who were chopped into pieces.

From the time Miss Succubus joined the battlefield, in less than two minutes, at least a dozen bandits died under her axe. Such a huge casualties, almost half of the battle losses, completely defeated the morale of the bandits.

Without the restraint of the bandit leader, most people chose to escape, and the battle came to an end in an instant.

However, the bandit guard who was knocked away by Frank's shoulder seemed to be a loyal subordinate. Perhaps he was angry that his poor protection led to the death of the leader. After he came to his senses, he did not choose to run away, but waved the machete in his hand and slashed at Frank.

At this time, the demon hunter's iron sword was still stuck in the chin of the bandit leader, and there was no time to pull it out. Frank had no choice but to endure the cut on his shoulder, let go of the iron sword, and dodge.

The injury on his shoulder stimulated his nerves, and the sharp blade coming towards him also made his hair stand on end.

Frank was nervous and highly focused. After dodging for several rounds, he took the opportunity when the opponent was chasing him. He took the risk of stepping forward, took the opponent's kick with his chest, and then punched the bandit guard in the throat.

The power that was nearly twice that of an ordinary person was quite destructive. The moment the fist collided with the larynx, the sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.

The bandit guard was shocked, his movements immediately became slow, and the machete in his hand almost fell out of his hand.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Frank immediately snatched his machete and chopped at his head.

Warm blood sprayed on his face, accompanied by the enemy's screams and the hateful eyes before his death. Frank realized belatedly that killing was such an easy thing.

He didn't feel any discomfort or even any guilt after killing two robbers in succession. This indifferent mentality surprised Frank himself.

However, after being surprised, Frank immediately realized that he had made another mistake. He didn't leave any survivors. Now he didn't know who to ask for information about the mastermind.

Turning to look at Albedo, he found that Miss Succubus had also finished the battle. Except for a few robbers who might have escaped, there was no living person on the entire battlefield. There were corpses that were chopped into pieces everywhere, broken limbs and arms, and blood spilled all over the ground. Frank supported his forehead,

supported his shoulder that was injured by the two-handed axe and bleeding, stood up and walked towards Albedo.

Miss Succubus had taken off her helmet at this time, revealing her pretty face stained with some blood. When the injured demon hunter walked up to her, she said with a malicious smile:

"Can you bear your injury, little Frank?"

"Do you want to go back to the temple with me and rest for a few days before leaving?"

Frank shuddered when he heard that. Although the wound on his shoulder was painful, he didn't want to feel exhausted again in a short time, so he shook his head and said:

"Thank you for helping me, Albedo. Without your help, I might have died in their hands."

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