Endless Debt

Looking at Aimu's eagerness to try, it took Cronin a few seconds to realize what Aimu was doing.

She is declaring war on two people, two worshipers?

Cronin almost laughed. He couldn't figure out where Aimu relied on. Was it a fantasy? Cronin is a condenser of the Origin School, and he can clearly detect that the etheric reaction in Amu is constantly declining.

After six times of going back in time, the fantasy species is gradually being destroyed. After all, this is a power created by human beings, and it is completely incomparable with the cunning power of the devil.

Gold stood next to Cronin. He had a strange feeling at the moment. It was obviously the first time he met Aimu, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with Aimu.

In a trance, Gold could see vague hallucinations, which were fragments of battles, in which Aimu seemed to be included, and in more fragments, he saw several other people.

What followed was an extremely horrifying scene, first the dead Fast, then the seriously injured himself. He saw Hood die tragically in front of his own eyes, and then there was himself with the sword pierced through the chest...

How is this going?

Gold covered his head, cold sweat running down his neck. What he saw should be an illusion, but the feelings brought about by this illusion were so real, as if in a certain timeline, these had all really happened.

"Be careful..."

Gold suppressed his inner uneasiness and told Cronin that Cronin was not troubled by hallucinations and did not understand what Gold was worried about.

Aimu looked at the two of them warily. As the carrier of the Utopian Seed, she felt the decline of the Utopian Seed very clearly. In the constant collapse, the chaotic timing affected everyone.

In the previous hunts for Aimu, Gold had been very close to the Utopian species, and was naturally affected by this power.

As the fantasy species gradually lost control and disintegrated, the memories that should have been annihilated also began to flash back, but it was only a flashback.

This is the last wish of a Glorious One. The lower the rank of the Sublime One, the more affected it is.

If you want to detect anomalies and break free from this chaotic time retracement, you must at least be at the level of a defender, and all they can do is detect.

Cronin took the lead in launching the attack. With the blessing of ether amplification, he was as fast as thunder and reached Aimu in the blink of an eye.

Pulling out two daggers, the sharp edges pulled out bursts of arc light, weaving a deadly web.

Aimu blocked his chest and head with his fists, like a solid shield, and all the arcs swung by Cronin were blocked.

The sleeves were broken, revealing the dark arm underneath, and then dazzling sparks burst out from the arm, and shallow scratches covered the metal surface.

Cronin was a little surprised. He thought that his blow could easily cut off Aimu's hands, but he didn't expect that it was just a metal prosthetic limb, and the hardness of the metal was so amazing that even his own chop would only leave traces. .

Aimu wanted to keep up with Cronin's speed, but the opponent was a believer after all. The halo in his eyes kept flashing, but he could never catch the trajectory of the dagger.

Aimu also tried to fight back, but all ended up missing. And every time he fought back, Cronin would seize the opportunity and deliver a sharp blow to Aimu.

The trajectory of the dagger was staggered, and Cronin turned around and kicked Aimu directly.

As if being hit by a cannonball, Aimu was knocked back by a direct kick, but she did not fall down. Her legs seemed to be welded to the ground, and she did not stop even if she stepped on the bricks.

The roots broke through the ground, wrapped around Aimu's ankles, and then extended towards her torso. Seeing that Aimu was controlled, Cronin also stepped forward, and struck Aimu's head with the dagger. .

Waves of ripples surged from the chest, and the seeds of fantasy had been buried deep into Amu's chest, leaving only clusters of glowing tentacles like blood vessels on the surface.

In order to avoid accidents, Aimu covered his chest with one hand, picked up the fire-calling staff with the other hand, and released heavy fire towards the ground beneath his feet.

The ferocious fire instantly engulfed Aimu, and she seemed to be placed on the crater of a volcano. Cronin raised his hand, and the ether barrier protected him while breaking through the sea of ​​​​fire.

His speed did not slow down at all, but instead accelerated forward, stabbing towards the core of the fireworks.

After the crisp metal sound, the fire-calling staff was cut in half by Cronin, but behind the fire-calling staff, Aimu's figure had long since disappeared, leaving only the roots that were burned to ashes, bit by bit. Collapse.

The fireworks dissipated behind Cronin, and an embarrassed figure emerged from the fireworks.

Aimu's body was in tatters, and her body was covered in burnt gray and black, but it was all worth it. Relying on the ether shield, she came quietly behind Cronin.

Aimu raised his foot high in mid-air, and then struck Cronin like a guillotine on the sole of his foot.

Cronin suddenly turned around and threw away his hand. The dagger and his body collided together, interrupting Aimu's attack.

Aimu knew that this was not going so smoothly. The moment she landed, she somersaulted towards Cronin, pressing her hands on the ground as a support, and used her waist and abdomen to drive her thighs to kick Cronin again.

Humans need a lot of training to acquire the muscles to release power, but the Alchemy Doll does not need this. It can be said that she is a natural fighting machine.

Under the burst of ether amplification, Aimu kicked out an afterimage, and the tail speed at the end was extremely fast, like a whip blade hitting Cronin's body hard.

It was too late for Cronin to return to defense, so he could only raise the ether barrier. The pure ether formed a defense line and emerged on the surface of the body.

After a brief contact, Cronin only felt a huge force hitting himself, and then dense cracks appeared on the ether barrier.

But that's about it.

If Aimu is also a believer like him, this blow may be able to break through the ether barrier and inflict heavy damage to Cronin. Unfortunately, Aimu's rank is only a first-stage sublimation person, and she does not have any direct abilities. Destructive means of attack.

Aimu is not suitable for fighting the enemy head-on. Her secret power is of no use when used alone.

The attack failed, and Aimu tried to jump back to distance herself, and then the ground supporting her collapsed.

During the battle between Aimu and Cronin, Gold had already controlled the entire area. Driven by the Secret Energy Giant Tree Garden, countless branches broke out of the ground and wrapped around Aimu heavily.

She tried to struggle, but soon all her joints were tightly locked, turning into a wooden cage to trap Aimu inside.

"Finally caught you."

Cronin played with the dagger in his hand and observed Aimu through the wooden cage.

Only then did he notice that Aimu's body was special. Her limbs were all alloy limbs. Cronin couldn't help but wonder what Aimu was. This might also be Aimu's secret power. After all, things are so weird these days. There are simply too many secret powers.

"Don't waste time and prepare to return, Cronin."

After catching Amu, Gold didn't feel relaxed, and the uneasiness in his heart became more intense. He always felt that something bad was going to happen, and now he just wanted to go back and join up.

"Okay, okay, don't worry first, let me find a way to tear her down."

Cronin looked at the joints of Aimu's limbs. He guessed that he could use a dagger to pry in from there and disassemble these alloy prostheses. After losing these limbs, Aimu was basically no longer a threat.

Aimu looked at Cronin coldly, thinking about the means of resistance, but at this moment, a discordant car horn sounded, and the horn sounded from a very far away place.

Soon, the vague sounds gradually became clearer, and Aimu could even hear the roar of the engine.

Cronin looked around warily. The streets were empty, let alone cars, and there were no pedestrians. He couldn't figure out where the whistle came from.

A dark shadow enveloped Cronin. He raised his head and saw a blue car rushing out of the fog and falling from the sky.

Behind the car, a bridge extending out of the fog was constantly collapsing. As the car completely detached from the bridge deck, it completely collapsed into a cloud of dust.

The strong wind wrapped around the car, and such a heavy metal thing actually slid briefly in a ghostly way.

The car hit the ground and trembled violently. The paint was mottled and scratched, the frame also had many dents, and the driver's door had long since disappeared.

It seemed as if it was driving out of a battlefield filled with bullets. It showed no intention of slowing down after landing. It rubbed violently with the ground and advanced rapidly with sparks along the way.

Aimu watched helplessly as the car appeared in this wonderful way, and then knocked away Cronin without slowing down.

With a violent impact, the car stopped firmly next to the wooden cage, and Cronin was completely knocked into the dessert shop on one side.

Even the ether barrier was easily repelled like a pinball under this terrible mass and acceleration.

"Damn it! Did we hit something?"

"Don't worry, I don't have a driver's license and it won't be revoked."

"Wait a minute? That's not what I care about, okay!"

"He didn't walk on the sidewalk anyway, he deserves it!"

Black smoke rose from under the hood, and strange conversations rang out.

Gold came to his senses at this time, roared and attacked the car, and the people in the car also began to fight back at this time.

I saw a gun butt smashing through the rear window, and then bursting bullets poured out like a torrential rain.

"Good morning! Everyone in Opos!"

A gangster-like guy wearing a black hood leaned out of the rear window. He cheered and pulled the trigger in his hand.

Silvery white light flashed, and the snake-like blade cut through the wooden cage, and then they retracted into the car. Following the path of the snake, Aimu saw the man holding the steering wheel with one hand and greeting him with the other, as if Taxi driver guy.

"Get in the car first!"

Boluogo urged Aimu loudly and slapped the horn on the steering wheel.