Xia Zuo Freeman has a unique fighting instinct. This instinct is enough for him to detect danger in advance and make the most advantageous evasion.
——However, due to the cover of the talent that once protected him from escaping the central area of the Federation, even he did not notice the approaching huge tentacle for a moment.
Until a gust of wind that could not even cover up his talent suddenly roared towards him, a strong sense of crisis instantly filled his heart, and his entire heart seemed to stop beating, and then he realized that something was coming... silently.
He keenly sensed that this attack could not be dealt with head-on and could only be avoided.
The long sword in the brown-haired boy's hand turned instantly, infusing the top-level light talent into it, and at the same time chopped it hard, creating a huge gap on his side. Just when he was about to jump out of the encirclement, the attack from behind caught up with him.
There was no emotion on Xia Zuo's face. He could even use this opportunity to think about how to fight back after being hit.
After his bloodline gradually awakened, his body was gradually transformed by the top-level light talent, and flowing in his blood was the purest power in his entire body.
Therefore, if those attacks really hurt him, it is hard to say who would suffer the most heavy losses in the end.
...No, maybe I will die.
What would it feel like to die?
Suddenly, the underground library that collapsed that day seemed to reappear before his eyes, as did the gradually disappearing figure of the black-haired boy and the pitch-black tentacles that pulled him out of the ground at the last moment.
tentacle……
…
“…Huh?”
The brown-haired boy's pupils shrank slightly, and a trace of youthful astonishment appeared on his face for the first time in a long time.
Something seemed to be wrapped around his waist, but his intuition did not send any danger signals.
This feeling and this scene seemed to be the second time he had seen it.
The next moment, the soft limbs wrapped around his waist suddenly exerted force and threw him out of the huge cocoon wrapped in layers of crimson tentacles, and he finally breathed the fresh air outside.
It was at this time that Xia Zuo realized that he had been wrapped up silently by layers without realizing it.
But this is not the most important thing now -
"Is that you?"
The brown-haired boy's golden pupils lit up inch by inch, and the joy and brilliance that belonged to the boy seemed to have returned to him again:
"Ursula—!"
A dark purple mist spread out from the northern sky.
In the center of the thickest fog, a tall woman stepped out step by step. Her legs were pale and slender, and there was something under her feet that allowed her to walk in mid-air as if it were flat ground.
She was wearing an irregular black and purple robe. The tail of the robe was tattered, as if it had been corroded by something highly corrosive. The hood of the robe was so large that it completely covered her eyes, leaving only her perfectly lined jaw exposed.
Chaotic, twisted, and terrifying are the first impressions everyone has when they see her.
It stands to reason that someone who appears like this would not give people the impression that they are a good thing, but the problem is that the moment she revealed her figure, the limbs of the crimson monster that had been moving in an unstoppable manner seemed to freeze for a moment, as if it felt a fear that had never appeared even when facing the top level of light talent.
However, the woman that frightened it did not have layers of tentacles surrounding her. Instead, there was only black and purple mist, and an ominous and fierce aura all over her body.
She tilted her head, and a tentacle that had been swung out earlier suddenly swung back at a speed that no one could catch. And the moment it stopped, the strange tentacle covered with dim yellow eyes could finally be seen clearly.
At the same time, there was a brown-haired boy who steadied his body neatly the moment the tentacles released.
"Ursula?"
The brown-haired boy didn't care what others thought of him at this moment. He just looked at this best friend who looked so strange and yet so familiar with him with bright eyes, and called out his name almost cautiously.
At the name, the woman raised her hands and lowered her hood.
The truth that was originally hidden in the darkness finally came to light.
——Slightly curly black hair cascaded down, and the golden-blue eyes with the whites completely occupied by the black color slowly opened, making people feel extremely weird the moment they saw it.
She blinked and looked straight at the brown-haired boy.
[Is it Ursula? ]
[It must be Ursula! ]
【She is back.】
She heard the brown-haired boy say this in his inner voice.
Her...friends were delighted at her return, not with fear, disgust, or exploitative surprise.
"It's me."
Ursula's originally irritable mood, which had arisen from discovering her friend was about to be beaten up by his defeated opponent, had improved significantly, and she nodded slightly.
Xia Zuo almost choked up, but in the end he just blinked and said with a smile: "Long time no see, Ursula."
He looked at the tall black-haired woman with satisfaction, as a loving mother would look at her grown-up child: "It's been almost a year since we last met, you've grown taller—"
Ursula: “…”
Ursula's face was expressionless.
She even took a step back involuntarily.
"boom!!"
At the same time, the tentacle that had just released itself seemed to feel disgusted, and it rolled up the brown-haired boy again and threw him out.
Xia Zuo, who was thrown away suddenly, said: "..."
He silently gave himself a treatment.
Even the time when he was fighting with the monster just now was not as much as the damage he suffered when he was caught off guard and hit by Ursula.
...However, the direction that Ursula threw him in was the safe side.
His friends are protecting him.
Ursula shook her tentacles again, as if shaking off the bacteria on the brown-haired boy's body in disgust, then raised her eyes and looked accurately at the deep red dead sea monster that had been stiff since just now.
[Damn it! What are you doing? Smash her to pieces!]
[Aren’t you the top-notch guy captured by that group?! Why are you so scared? ? ]
[The thing in front of you is just a defective product from a failed experiment! ! ]
Sharp curses continued to reach her ears, and Ursula, who had suffered the same treatment before, could tell at a glance what kind of monster this was in front of her.
It was just that she had fought hard to preserve her will, and then met the two most dazzling people in her barren life. The human side of this thing had been completely devoured by the monster's thoughts.
It can't be saved.
The moment this thought formed in his mind, Ursula moved.
Countless black and purple tentacles carrying thick fog suddenly appeared in the air, with faintly glowing golden vertical pupils carrying indelible ferocity and weirdness, all stretching towards the monster that even seemed a little small in front of her.
A scream that pierced through the human brain suddenly came out of the crimson monster's mouth, carrying fear that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and blood. It curled up its limbs frantically, as if it was frightened by the beating, and no longer had the slightest thought of resisting. It was extremely arrogant in front of humans, but in front of Ursula, it could only think of running away.
Xia Zuo refused others' request to check on his injuries. He looked up at Ursula beating the person on the other side. His usually cold golden eyes finally softened a little. Since Christine disappeared, he had never felt as relaxed as he did now.
"Leader of the Freimen, she is...?"
The gifted holder asked him blankly.
It clearly doesn't look like a human, but something exactly the same as that crimson thing. How come it looks so much more powerful and is on their side?
Then he saw the young leader exhale and reveal a big, seemingly proud smile.
"She is my friend."
The fight between the two giant monsters almost covered the sky above the central area of the Federation.
The black-haired woman looked elegant and calm when she appeared, but once the fight started, her inherent cruelty was completely exposed. For a moment, blood and flesh flew in the sky, scaring ordinary people so much that their faces turned pale.
But they had no ill feelings towards the black-haired woman.
——Before she appeared, the crimson monster's body was wriggling on the ground, killing countless people. Compared with the lives of living people, it was just a horrifying scene. What did it matter?
What's more, when large pieces of flesh and limbs fell, the black-haired woman would even separate thin tentacles to catch them before they hit the houses and people's heads.
No more than ten minutes had passed.
The flesh and blood of the crimson monster were all absorbed and torn apart by the even larger tentacles and limbs controlled by the black-haired woman, and in the end there was nothing left.
The black-haired woman who had just killed a fellow human could hardly maintain her "human" limbs. Her limbs kept twisting strangely, as if she was "digesting". After a while, she stabilized and stretched lightly.
At the same time, the tentacles behind her also "stretched".
All the ordinary people who faced this scene: "..."
San value-1-1-1-1-1-1-1...
The dim yellow vertical pupils on the dark purple tentacle turned and finally locked onto the direction of the brown-haired boy in the rebel camp.
The next moment, black mist wrapped around her body and countless limbs, and smashed towards this direction like a meteor.
Most people who had not yet recovered from the scene just now were horrified, and some even released their talents or picked up weapons reflexively.
Among these people, only the brown-haired boy did not retreat, but took a step forward, looking at the huge black fog with bright eyes, as if he had not considered at all whether his former friend would become bloodthirsty, lose his mind or even kill him directly under the erosion of the Dead Sea.
With a "bang", the black mist dissipated, and standing on the ground was a girl who looked only eight or nine years old. She put on her tattered cloak again and looked at the silly brown-haired boy with an expressionless face:
"I was almost injured by my defeated opponent."
"You're still as stupid as ever, Freeman."
Xia Zuo: “…”
He lowered his head in shame: "I will continue to improve my strength. I have already reached the minimum standard to enter Eastwood—"
Then I heard the child's voice without any fluctuations coldly saying: "You are too weak. You must drink all the soup I stew tonight."
Xia Zuo: “……?”
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