Hubble's voice still echoed across the battlefield, and Eren had flashed to Comon's side. The black knife was handed out like a feather, as if a thin gauzy blade was easily submerged into Kemeng's robe. The major general trembled violently, the source power he used to protect his body and the strong body did not play a half-point blocking role, and the black knife almost stabbed into his body as if it had no substance.

With Comon's control over his body, he knew in an instant that several ribs in his body had been severed, including even an organ. The black knife was like a cold snake in his body, and when Eren wanted to stretch the knife horizontally and cause more damage, Komon unreservedly burst out all of his source power.

Alan only felt a flash of light in his eyes, and the next moment the person had been lifted into the air by the impact of the source force explosion. The strong concussion almost made him lose control of his source power, and when he opened his mouth, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The Cato who suppressed Komon was more seriously wounded, he took more impact, and his mountain-like body flew upside down, and nearly a hundred wounds on his body spurted blood at the same time. Hubble fell to the ground, and the blood quickly pooled into a puddle of blood under him, and he couldn't get up for a moment.

"You boy! How dare you do this to me! Common shouted, he had indeed felt the danger of death just now. That feeling of hanging by a thread, not even against the Dark Titans. But today, he actually had such feelings for a kid who was less than twenty years old, and the incident alone made him feel embarrassed.

The black knife was still hanging on him, and Komon reached out to pull the long black knife out. But when his hand touched the blade, the black knife twisted for a while, and then continued to pour liquid from his wound into his body. Comon was shocked, such a vision was not a good thing. He instinctively activated the source force, trying to force out the foreign object that had invaded his body. However, the source force roared in the veins, but no foreign invasion was felt. It was as if the long black blade had just disappeared into invisibility.

Alan spurted blood again and staggered to his feet. When Common saw him, he immediately threw himself at him: "Bastard boy, what the hell have you done!" I ......"

Halfway through, Komon was suddenly shocked. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and an indescribable pain made him scream. He reached out to cover the wound, and suddenly saw an unnatural black aura emerge from the back of his bare hand, and this aura was surging like a living thing.

Something is in the body!

Common was shocked, he tried to sense it with the source force, but he didn't realize it. I only felt that my whole person exuded a thick dead aura, almost like a corpse on the battlefield.

"How so?" He shouted, and then looked at his hands, which were supposed to be young and powerful, but seemed to have shrunk a lot. The skin also became pale and lacklustre, and the roots and tendons floated on it like ugly bugs. Common wanted to say something, but opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. The black blood was filled with fragments of internal organs, which had just been cut open by the long blade.

The things fell to the ground, wisps of black mist wrapped around their surfaces. Under the black gas, the color of those fragments turned from crimson to pale, and in an instant, they turned into a pile of gray powder scattered in the blood. Ke Meng's pupils shrank, and in that short moment, he saw the whole process from life to death!

The fragments came from within him, and there is no doubt that the same changes were taking place in his body. Ke Meng couldn't hold the foil anymore, and even the original ancestor projection behind him couldn't maintain it. Life was rapidly departing from him, and even a general could not stop the process of the fog of decay leading him to death.

He never imagined that the script would develop into what it is now. It was only then that he remembered to run away. What Allen, what power, has become unimportant at this moment. The only thing that matters now is his life. As soon as Komon turned around, his back suddenly felt cold. The cold robbed him of the last shred of his life, and then he heard Alan's voice ringing behind him.

"I don't remember allowing you to leave, General."

"Who needs your permission...... Yes! Common couldn't help but scream, as if there were thousands of steel needles in his body spinning and stirring together. For the first time, he hated that his nerves were so sharp, and if they had been dulled, then he wouldn't have to endure the pain.

The red blade that Allen inserted on Kemeng's back was flashing with a regular light, as if it was some kind of signal, and the next moment the "steel needle" in Kemeng's body was storming. They scrambled to get out of Comon's body, and countless tiny bumps protruded on the surface of the general's skin. Cumon clutched his head and screamed, finally bursting out of his mouth, nostrils, ears, and the pores on the surface of his body. Each black line was a wisp of decaying mist.

The black mist was like a line, and after all of it broke away from Komon's body, it gathered in mid-air. The fog churned, retracted, and condensed, and finally reformed into a long black knife, which fell from mid-air and stuck in the ground at Allen's feet.

With a thud, Cumon fell to the ground. At this moment, he was no longer young, his skin was pale and wrinkled, covered with dark patches, and his hair had become sparse and gray. Even those who knew Komon would not recognize the dying old man on the ground at this moment. Grant. He looked weakly at Allen and stretched out his hand, his thin bloodless lips open and closed, like a fish coming ashore.

He tried to say something, but ended up with his hand on the ground. Komon's eyes widened, but he stopped breathing forever.

After Allen was sure he was dead, he fell to the ground as well. The black blade and red blade turned into a two-color light, and they converged to form a demonic salute. But at this moment, Alan didn't even have the strength to collect the origin weapon. Belmode came to him and put the dagger back into the scabbard behind his back for him. A stimulant was inserted into Alan's neck, and the drug went directly into the blood vessels. Eren closed his eyes, and it took a moment for him to regain a little strength.

"Help me up." Alan Dao, at this moment, the muscles all over his body were sore, and the wound was oozing blood at the slightest movement. Now was his weakest time, but let Belmode help him to Hubble's side.

Hubble lay on the bloody water, unable to move even a finger. I could only barely roll my eyes, look at Alan and say, "I'm going to die, come on, give me a good time." Then take my head back, and maybe you'll be able to remember a good military feat. ”

"At least a fourth-class merit." Allen said.

"It's only a fourth-class merit! Lost. The Cato man was not angry.

Alan shook his head: "I still have some medicine here, maybe ......"

"Don't be stupid, I know it myself. Now I'm a mess inside me, and my heart is dying. Come on, don't mother-in-law. At least I'm better off dying at your hands. It's just ......" Hubble's eyes flashed with strong hatred: "It's just that there is no way to find Vashak for revenge!" ”

Alan looked at him and said, "If you have the chance, do you still want to seek revenge on him?" ”

"Of course, but it's useless to talk about it now. I can't do it......"

Alan nodded: "Then I know how to do it." He reached out and touched his waist, and when the demon salute took it out again, it turned into a short-barreled pistol with red lines on its surface. Seeing this pistol, Belmode suddenly realized.

"With a gun? It's okay, please aim a little bit, but don't make me too uncomfortable. ”

Alan raised his gun: "It's not going to be uncomfortable, you'll have to thank me for a while." ”

"What did you say?" Hubble looked at him, only to see that Alan had pulled the trigger. A bright red source force bullet erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and suddenly, the world in Hubble's eyes was illuminated by the color of the bullet. He closed his eyes and waited for death to come.

The whole earth lit up, and the blood-colored light reflected the space. They are pervasive, illuminating every corner where the light can reach.

And so it went on for a while.

Hubble reopened his eyes, and strangely, he could see both eyes now. The frosty sky had never been clearer than ever, and he sat up in amazement, only to find that all the wounds on his body, large and small, had healed.

"Look, I'll just say it won't be uncomfortable." Alan looked at him with a smirk.

Hubble jumped up and swung his fist a few times before he looked at Alan incredulously, "What did you do to me?" ”

"Well, let's wait until I wake up." Alan smiled, then irresponsibly passed out.

Belmode looked around, picked Alan on his back, and swept in the direction of the woods. When he came to the edge of the forest, he looked at the still stunned Cato and shouted, "Do you want to come?" ”

Hubble cursed in Cato, retrieved his great axe, and reluctantly followed Belmode. They quickly disappeared into the woods, chaotic in the complex terrain of the canyon, and they could hide for half a day wherever they hid.

As soon as they walked on their front feet, a few moments later, the sound of the engine sounded. On the battlefield, a few rays of light appeared in the empty sky, and in the flow of light, a dark starship lifted its stealth mode and appeared in the air. The starship descended to the ground, the hatch opened, and a figure flashed to the ground. The sun shone on the two different colored ponytails, and Catherine scanned the surroundings, eventually landing on Comon's body.

But when she saw Komon's body, she was not sure what she thought. She crouched down and found the silver-white sword again, only to confirm that the corpse of the old man in front of her was actually Komon.

"How so?" Catherine rummaged over his body, but found no fatal wounds, only a thin wound on the lower side. Obviously, such an injury is not enough for a major general of the Federation to die.

If it weren't for the wound being so thin, Catherine would have almost thought he had done it for Alan. But thinking of Allen's heavy knife, no matter how much he made the blood concealment, he couldn't open such a small wound. That's not a contradiction, it's simply unreasonable.

But if it wasn't for Allen, then who did Common do it? Also, what happened to Common where Allen's source disappeared? These questions made the beautiful female major general frown, but there was no answer in her heart.