Enthusiastic bosses never take dogs lightly

As soon as Diablo threw the four of them to the ground, he heard a voice next to his ear, and he suddenly turned sideways and punched backward with an elbow.

The elbow hit the wooden outer skin, and a split body of a monster that jumped up and wanted to pounce on them was directly pierced by Diablo's elbow, and fell to the ground and could not move for a while.

Most of his subordinates are relatively skinny, after all, most of them who have gotten to this point have seen worse things than this.The mental attack of this monster can only be considered mediocre among its kind, at most it's just a little disgusting voice, basically a few psychoanalysis of the physics department will wake up.

At the very least, the two people that Diablo carried over just now have woken up after a jolt. One of them only rubbed his temple after waking up, and then flew up to be pierced by Diablo's elbow. Kick far away.

"Thank you, BOSS." The man said helplessly, "I don't know much about mental pollution."

"This is for you." Diablo felt that it was really troublesome to lose his weapon just now. He closed his left eye, so that Diablo could concentrate on predicting the future with the epitaph and use the Crimson King to defend and counterattack while he himself He took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and took out a sedative and threw it to the other party, "It's made by the killing institute, it's something for refreshing your mind."

"Thank you." As soon as the man stuffed the pill into his mouth, he felt a chill hit his forehead, "Hey, cough... She took all of this..."

"This is for me." Diablo emphasized. When he had a crazy attack before, he couldn't gather his energy no matter what.As he spoke, he took out another pill, and when he was about to give it to another young man who was still in a coma, his hand was suddenly torn apart from the inside by something.

Diablo immediately grabbed the young man with blurred eyes, and found that his face, neck and other places also began to have iron spikes emerging from the inside out.

"The stand-in went berserk, this kid seems to be the first time he has encountered such a thing." Diablo hurriedly opened Risut's mouth, threw the pill in and closed his jaw forcefully, pushing him to the ground. It was only after the man lost it that he suddenly remembered, "Oops, it seems that he accidentally let him swallow the pill and the chewing gum?"

Risut was stimulated by the medicine in his mouth, his head felt as if someone had poured cold water on his head, and he woke up from the nasal cavity to the brain in an instant. He immediately noticed the abnormality on his face and neck, and quickly controlled Mei. Tarika breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Diablo's voice coming from the front, "If you have low mental resistance, retreat quickly, don't force it."

"It's okay at this level, as long as you don't listen to it." Most members think that this can only be regarded as trivial, after all, it is just nonsense. For most people, this kind of mental pollution just needs to be persistent and not to go Just ignore it.

However, there are also a few who have symptoms of discomfort. They may have a high level of inspiration, or they may be pure newcomers like Risut.

"When retreating, remember to bring the Avenger with you." Diablo kicked a split body away, and was about to bend down to pick up the flame weapon dropped by the Avenger when a sudden change occurred.

"Diablo!" Diablo's voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Left!"

Accompanied by Diablo's voice, the Crimson King's hands have been struck out continuously with tremendous force.

The huge split body got up from the ground and rushed towards Diablo. The Crimson King's fist pierced through the shell of the split body, but could not penetrate the flesh and blood core of this fellow.

It doesn't matter when this split body condensed. The important thing is that this thing is extremely huge. If it is thrown down by it, more than a dozen people around Diablo will suffer.

This monster obviously gathered hastily, it didn't even differentiate its limbs, it just simply covered a huge piece of flesh with a lignified shell, and rushed towards Diablo and the others impatiently Come over and want to swallow them all in one go. The fact that the wooden shell is broken can't stop this split body at all. The flesh and blood on its body began to squirm rapidly. The Crimson King's fist hit it, and it even felt like it was stuck and couldn't be pulled out. .

"Get in the way!" Diablo didn't have time to think, and swung his right hand directly at the monster. When his arm rubbed against the wooden shell, his sleeve was torn open, revealing the bright red magic underneath. Textures come.

When the palm touched the piece of flesh and blood, the magic circle emitted a dim and unknown brilliance.

The flesh and blood instantly turned into a snow-white pillar of salt, and the salt particles flew in the wind and splashed out in all directions. Diablo did not retreat, but rushed straight into the huge salt block in front of him, waving his right hand to shake everything he touched. The flesh and blood all turned into the same thing.

"Ahem, bah bah bah." Diablo passed through the flesh and blood core of this large split body, smashed its lignified shell with the Crimson King from the other side, and got out, covered in salt particles all over his body. Naturally, he could not help but eat some salt flowers. Even if the salt was not mentioned before, it was still the flesh and blood of monsters. As far as the salt itself is concerned, Diablo now feels that the salt in his mouth is too salty, and it has become bitter and astringent. .

"Bah, bah, bah." The few people who were awake around Diablo also quickly spit out the salt flowers that splashed into their mouths, and by the way, hurried over to take revenge on the unconscious people who were buried in the salt pile. Those dragged out.

"This is... magic?" Risut was also shocked by the scene in front of him. It took him a while to react, and then made the same movement as his companion, spitting salt.

"Hey, Boss, are you alright?" After pulling out two Avengers, Alfard walked quickly to pat the salt flower Diablo asked beside him.

Magic has to pay a price, and his own boss went crazy two years ago, and his mental stability in the past two years has always hovered around the safety line, which made Alphard worry.

"It's okay this time." Diablo raised his head, the muscles on his face twitched abnormally, and he could clearly see that his left eye was overly congested, and the eyeball had completely turned blood red. Originally, he had broken pupils, and he couldn't even see the pupils if he didn't look carefully at this time.

Diablo ignored the greatly changed expressions of the others, and said calmly: "This time I'm lucky, the price is only the extraction of vitality and the pseudo-disability of the left eye."

As for why it is the left eye...it seems to be because Diablo has been using his left eye to check the epitaph before?

Diablo didn't care much about the deduction of vitality. After all, he had more vitality now. In fact, if it wasn't because he was in front of so many people, he could even immediately dig out his left eye and regenerate one.

"Are you sure it's just a pseudo-disability?" Alfard asked with a frown.

"Yeah." Diablo closed his left eye and said indifferently, "Actually, I can still see things very vaguely now, just go back and see a doctor."

"I'll go ahead and see, there might be something wrong with the leader of the Avengers." Diablo was a little concerned about the fact that there was no movement there after retreating so many ways, "I doubt the state of the Avengers... …possibly extremely similar to that monster but incompatible."

Diablo is not talking nonsense. He has noticed from the first time he saw the Avengers that the vitality of those people is beyond imagination. It is better to say that they are alive than they are alive. A figure driven by flames.

No matter what the reason for this situation is, to achieve this state, the first thing you need is your own desire to survive. You must not want to die in order to survive in this awkward way.

The same goes for the monster made of flesh and blood.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die no matter what.

So the Avengers are pretty similar to that monster.

However, the nature between them is completely opposite, the avenger composed of flames, one of the root forces of this planet, and the monster impregnated by indescribable things from the outer universe.

In this similar but incompatible state, the monster can be said to be completely suppressed during the physical battle, but now it seems to be engaged in a spiritual confrontation.

Diablo couldn't tell what the outcome would be.

But from the time he retreated with a group of people to killing a gathered splinter monster, there was no movement there. I'm afraid the situation is not very good for the Avengers.

"Boss, we'll go with you too." Alphard said as he quickly changed the clips. Behind her, several people also followed, making the same gesture.

"Are you sure there is no problem?" Diablo can only see with one eye now, but fortunately he still has the vision of the substitute. After confirming the conditions of the few people he wanted to follow, he picked up one from the ground. Take the flame weapon dropped by an unknown avenger, "Then let's go."

As Diablo said, he shot at the monster that had lost most of its flesh and blood but still stubbornly wanted to merge with other split bodies. Orange flames spewed out from the muzzle, blowing up the thing underneath. A bloody mess.

"So that's it, is this the flame of death?" Diablo felt the power that seemed to make his body a little lighter, and nodded with satisfaction, "The rest of the people gather and evacuate with the Avengers." Here, go back to that village, let's go."

As he spoke, a majestic force suddenly erupted from under his feet, leading him to run out like flying.

"Cut, that boss guy, don't do such a thing if you only have one eye!" Shouting, several people quickly followed up, and those who had the flames of death began to hurry in the same way, and by the way Colleagues who have awakened Huoyan.

"We can withdraw, and the candidates for the cadres will take care of the rest." The man who was in a daze with Risut before patted him on the shoulder, and pointed to his face as a result of his double running away. The wound, which has been covered by a layer of salt, "You have to go back and treat the wound, don't you feel pain like this?"

"No, nothing." For the first time, Risut had such a strong desire to pursue power.