The flames burned very violently, but when the wind blew, it was clearly visible that there was no figure in the pit except for the flames.

Time goes back to the previous moment.

The flaming arrows illuminated Grivure's fear, and it knew it couldn't dodge, and there was despair in its heart, but there was a sense of calmness toward death.

However, at the most critical moment. Grewood felt a force behind him, and Grewood was stunned for a moment, only to hear a rumbling wind in his ears, and his eyes went dark, and he disappeared in place.

By the time it came to its senses, it had appeared on the other side of the field.

At the same time, a strong wheezing sound came from behind.

Looking back, he saw a phantom shadow burrowing into Angel's body, which seemed to be a soul.

"Out of body?" Grewood was wondering when a sharp pain suddenly spread from beneath him.

When I looked down, I saw only a burst of bright red.

Relying on Ingre's soul out of the body before, Grewood did dodge the attack that could kill him, but this flame arrow strengthened by the flameless lord, in fact, the power of the flame burning alone formed a huge danger range, even if Ingres successfully dodged the flame arrow with Grewood, but Grewood was still affected by the range of the flame.

With just a scrape, a huge hole appeared in Grewood's chest and abdomen.

Blood was gurgling from the hole.

Even if Grewood dodged the deadly attack, the scrape nearly killed him.

Angel was behind Grewood, although he was also impacted, but all the direct strength was taken over by Grewood, so Ingre's skin injury was only a skin injury, not serious.

Ingres looked at the injury that had almost left Grewood in his last place, and his eyes flashed with anxiety.

Grewood saved Toby before, that's a fact. Even if Grewood's injuries were self-inflicted, he couldn't bear to watch Grewood die like this.

He quickly took out a bottle of velvet potion from his bracelet and dripped it onto Grivu's wound, but before the fluff potion could get close to the wound, it suddenly turned into a puff of steam and disappeared.

Ingres paused for a moment, and looked through the tentacles of mental power, only to find that there was a flameless flame attached to Grewood's wound, although it could not be seen with the naked eye, it was always there, and it was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly burning, and even spreading out of Grewood's wound.

The wound hole itself was large and was eroded by flameless flames.

It didn't take long for Grewood's eyes to slowly lose their lustre.

Angel's mental power swept through the potion reserves in the bracelet, and there were almost no potions, which could deal with the condition of Grivul in front of him. He thought for a moment, and finally took out a dark green potion from the bracelet.

The dark green potion looks bland, but if you look closely, you will feel a wonderful depth.

This is a bottle of mid-rank elixir, a rare bottle of mid-rank elixir in Angel's hand.

Its name is "The Withered Waiting".

The flask was found in the hidden dead space of Silver Palm, in the ship's grave, where Ingres found a relic of a sitting wizard named Huska.

The original effect of the withered waiting was used to prolong life. And the effect is so outstanding that even if it is put at auction, the price is definitely high.

However, Angels took out this bottle of Withered Waiting, not because of its life-prolonging effect, but because of the Withered Waiter also has a very special effect: it greatly reduces life consumption.

The way Ingres could think of to save Grewood was to delay the boundary between life and death of Grewood by waiting for the wither, activate its life potential, and then find a way to heal his injuries.

Angel picked up the withered guard and poured it into Grewood's mouth.

Grevu, who had fallen into an unconscious state, finally felt the chaotic thinking under the effect of the potion, and slowly began to clarify, and his confused eyes became clear again.

Grewood could dimly see that Angel was pouring some kind of potion on it, which was the source of its warmth and comfort.

Grewood tried to say thank you, but before he could say anything, his pupils suddenly shrank.

“...... Back, back. With all his might, Grewood shouted the short words out of his hoarse throat.

At that time, Angel was using a second-level trick 'Potion Channeling Technique' to quickly spread the effects of the withered waiting medicine. Hearing Grewood's voice, Angel was stunned for a moment.

Behind?

Ingres looked back in confusion.

A scorching shadow obscured Ingres' vision.

In Ingres's pupils, a huge porcelain-white palm was reflected. From the structural point of view, this palm is very similar to a magic hand, with a certain illusory nature, the only difference from the magic hand is that this porcelain white palm is burning with raging flames.

Angel didn't have time to dodge before he was pinched by this palm.

There was confusion in Ingre's eyes, and he didn't know what was going on. Then in the next second, he felt a violent squeezing sensation in his chest, waist and abdomen. That powerful force even gave Ingres the illusion that all his internal organs seemed to be crushed into pieces, and finally intertwined with the viscous blood.

This unbearable torture made Ingres' eyes begin to white.

The severe pain kept hitting the upper limit of Ingres's tolerance, and Ingres couldn't think of anything at this time, nor could he move, he could only passively bear the intense pain of his body being squeezed and his skin burning.

In Ingres' mind, this pain lasted for a long time.

But in reality, it is only a short moment.

Angel only heard a disgusted "huh", and the porcelain-white palm suddenly loosened, and he fell to the maroon ground like an upside-down onion.

At this time, his body was in a distorted state, especially his limbs, which were almost broken into several pieces. Wisps of white smoke were rising from the skin that had been burned to black charcoal.

Ingres collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, each gasping for breath, bringing out a large amount of blood and unknown pieces of flesh.

He could feel that although the internal organs in his body were not all shattered, they were not far away, and not to mention the damage to the internal organs, every inch of bone in his body seemed to be broken.

The pain was no less than when it was squeezed.

......

Enduring the pain, Angel tried his best to raise his head, only to see that the giant porcelain white hand above his head suddenly turned into a white light and burrowed into the body of the flameless lord in the distance.

The Lord of Flames was looking at Angel with a look of disgust.

To be precise, look at a grey seabird scattered around Angels.

The porcelain white hand just now was indeed made by him, but he didn't do it to kill the lowly human, just because when the human was saving the young fire demon just now, a small figurine appeared in his pocket.

The Flameless Lord looked at the statue and felt something familiar, so he made a move.

Since he had done it, he didn't spare any strength, and was about to knead this human into a meatloaf by the way, but when he was about to exert his strength, he suddenly felt an aura emanating from this human that made him extremely disgusted.

The Flameless Lord, who reacted immediately, let go of Angel.

At the same time, he had found the source of his disgusting breath – the seabird.

"It turned out to be the curse of the doom riders, no wonder they encountered all kinds of obstacles when they chased them from the void. The Flameless Lord had disgust in his eyes.

The Lord of Flameless now understands why all kinds of bad luck occur along the way, and these bad luck are not actually acting on him, he is just passively suffering from the aftermath of the curse of calamity.

It didn't occur to Angel that it was not the mercy of the Flameless Lord that saved his life, but the curse of calamity on Toby's body.

He gasped for breath and looked at Toby as he was left to the ground, his eyes flashing with joy.

I was glad that I had actually picked up a life by relying on the curse of calamity, and I was also glad that Toby was not affected by the hand of porcelain white before.

Angel wasn't dead, and the Flameless Lord didn't care, his gaze slowly averting from Toby.

Although he had a vague sense that there was something strange about Toby, it didn't matter now.

The Flameless Lord's gaze fell on another object that had fallen from Ingres's body earlier, and it was this thing that had attracted the Flameless Lord's attention before.

On the maroon ground, a delicate statue lies quietly.

"Born to descend?" the Flameless Lord muttered as he looked at the statue. That detailed appearance immediately reminded the Flameless Lord of the Demon God.

- Cruel Scholar.

"Possessing a Born Descendant, so, you are a follower of the Cruel Scholar?" the Flameless Lord looked at Ingre, his eyes flashing with surprise. This descent is not the same as Bobota's chain, that chain is an acquired descent, but this descent is born with the demon god, and it belongs to the natural descent.

Only the most trusted of the demon gods will be given this thing.

Ingres didn't reply, for he didn't even have the strength to reply now. The Flameless Lord didn't care, just glanced at Ingre.

"He doesn't have the mark of a cruel scholar, so why did He leave the Nativity to you?" the Flameless Lord whispered, "Interesting, so interesting. ”

The Lord of Flameless suddenly became interested in this human.

However, this human can be put aside for the time being, and there will be time to study it later, and now, the first thing to solve is ...... Alusia.

The Flameless Lord's gaze returned to Aluthia.

Seeing that the Flameless Lord's gaze had left him, Ingres struggled, endured the endless pain, and used his crumbling spiritual power tentacles to take out the life-saving water from the bracelet.

This is the life-saving water condensed by the ironclad granny before he came to the abyss.

Angel remembered that Granny Ironclad had said that even a fatal injury could be saved with the help of life-saving water.

Angel didn't know if what Granny Iron Armor said was true or not, but now he knew his own situation, his internal organs were almost half broken, and if the life-saving water was useless to him, then he probably wouldn't be able to live.

With luck and hope, Angel took the life-saving water.

As a cool liquid rolled into his throat, the next second, Ingre's eyes lit up, and he felt a powerful vitality that was rapidly repairing the injuries in his body.

Broken organs, broken bones, are recovering at a visible rate.

Just as Ingres was waiting for his body to recover, a weak voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Born to Descend...... It's the only ...... to live."