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Roy wields her bayonet sword and constantly insults Miria with words, but she has to deal with it carefully, and although the Suspicion Bomb has caused very severe damage to her perception, an angry paladin is not so easy to bully.

Qiao Sen can only rely on his skillful skills to take a defensive position - he can see everything vaguely now, with several double visions, several times he tried to rush to Miria's side to meet her, but was blocked, the robbers who besieged him were no longer the idle people they used to be, they were skillful in their moves, and they were well founded, even if Qiao Sen was in a normal state, it was difficult to gain the upper hand for a while.

Custer had long been tied up - his agility and deadly archery skills seemed to have left him, and the suspicion that the bombs had done him far more damage than the two paladins had been affected, almost paralyzing him, and it seemed that this was the reason why the elves in the chamber of commerce were almost defenseless.

Forty-seven carried Alexander and swept through the low houses, and when he arrived at the scene, he saw exactly what made him feel refreshed—the battle was always pleasant for Forty-Seven.

There seem to be a few familiar shadows.

"Tsk, tsk, little girl with such a thick sword! Or do you like thick ones?, then you will know in a moment how thick I am—" Roy dodged Miria's slash, and the rapier always stayed in the place where the woman was ashamed, as if he didn't know how to fight without a lewd move—and suddenly he saw Forty-Seven falling from the roof, and the sound of the metal man landing was too deaf to hear.

"Go see what fell off. Roy ordered his men to land two jabs at Miria with his left hand at the same time.

The fist slammed into the spine of the sword and made a clanging sound. The rapier trembled and stabbed out, with Roy's nervous laughter.

Forty-seven squatted on the ground, the impact force when he landed was still a little big, he was used to the deceleration force brought by his wings, and regretted why he jumped down without opening his wings.

The corpse at his feet probably wanted to know the answer.

Leaving the puddle of meat sauce, Forty-Seven looked around, all of them were strange-shaped guys, especially the cockscomb head in the third row, who looked like twin brothers with the Earth Blood Demon, and no one else was much better.

Drawing out the serrated sword and swinging it vigorously, the people around him were still surprised that it had already turned into two halves, and Forty-Seven seemed to have returned to the land in front of the Steel Fortress.

"Wow~~~!" finally reacted in the crowd, half of them retreated, and the other half pounced.

The result was the same, forty-seven shook the sawtooth in his hand and walked leisurely.

Roy jumped out of the battle circle and looked at the tin man who suddenly broke in, the quenched thin sword trembling slightly, glowing with a greenish sheen.

"Who are you?" the cloaked guy made Roy feel a little nervous for no reason, like a little rascal who was used to bullying men and women met a real murderer who didn't blink.

Roy couldn't remember how many people he had killed, but he was sure to be at the top of the list of murderers in the Cold Wasteland—but he couldn't help but get nervous at this point, and even his voice trembled a little.

"That's not the main thing. "Forty-seven fought his way through the bandits, and he was crouching in front of Milia at the moment, who was spitting out with a glowing sword, Roy was a very difficult and sinister fellow.

"It's really you. Forty-seven saw the pale face under the messy hair.

"You-" When Milia vaguely saw that the person on the roof was forty-seven, she didn't know why, but she breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, but then forty-seven approached her and aroused her resentment: "What are you looking at?!

"It still looks very energetic, Eh...... You go on, I just want to get up close and personal with this dirty girl of the wolf bèi if she is a holy knight I know, and I have no intention of saving them. "The word 'she' bites hard.

"You despicable half-purgatory creature!" Forty-Seven stood up with his hands outstretched, shrugged his shoulders and put the upside-down serrated sword back behind him, now that he had found a place, he didn't worry about finding someone to tell him what he wanted to know, there were still many people who knew about it, and there were only a few left that Milia could kill.

"It's the Whitebeard Thieves' own business, if you're just passing by-" Roy shook his thin sword hard and let out a "Zheng" sound that broke through the air: "Please leave!

"No, you didn't get it. Forty-seven stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "I'm not passing by." I came to you for something else...... It's just not too rushed, and I want to wait a little bit. ”

At this time, taking advantage of this opportunity, Qiao Sen had already leaned over, and they had a chance to form a defense: "I'm glad you can lend a hand, let's kill it together!"

"Why didn't you understand what I said?" said Forty-Seven's face was full of surprise.

Alexander was hunched on the roof, as if he was afraid that the thieves below would see him and suffer from the fish.

"What do you want to get here?" Roy estimated the distance of his opponent, and secretly made a gesture with his left hand behind his back, and several of his cronies secretly prepared a suspicion bomb - damn, one is five hundred gold coins......!

Forty-Seven notices the ashes in the field, which are the remnants of the explosion of the Suspicious Bomb.

"This. He took out the ceramic ball and shook it and put it in his pocket: "Hand it over." Also, tell me who sold you these things, and take me to him. ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you with this, I'll go and discuss it with the leader. Roy didn't dare to offend Boss Hoffman, nor did he dare to underestimate this guy wielding a giant sword bigger than himself.

"I can go to him myself...... Or in this case, whoever can kill her will leave his life and let him take me to the seller. Milia's cursing never stopped, as if only forty-seven were his enemies.

"What?" Roy was confused by Forty-Seven's strange behavior.

"Didn't you plan to kill them? Hurry up, I don't have the patience of a paladin. The Iron Fist creaked, and it had just been pulled out of a minion's head, covered in blood.

There was still an eerie silence at the scene, but there were no thieves at Forty-Seven's side, and he was forced to choose a random direction to beat him.

The battlefield of the River Styx reappears here, with shouts mixed with the clashing of swords and the blood spreading like mist, except that the people who fight here have at least one more reason.

Roy didn't join the madness, he stared at Forty-Seven, what was going on inside the demonic steel shell.

"Stop!" a roar full of anger shocked everyone, and neither Roy nor his men reacted, because this was not Roy's shouting-

All the people stopped at the sound.

"Kill that Tin Man, if you all want to live!" Even Forty-Seven's steel armor buzzed.

After another brief freeze, time seemed to be activated again, and the crowd finally became completely chaotic, turning into a real aimless killing and being killed.

A figure crept behind Forty-Seven, Alexander no longer shook his head - his hands shrunk and flipped over, two T-shaped crutches appeared in his palms, the sharp tips shimmered with a cold sheen, he bounced up like a poisonous snake, and the crutches silently stabbed Forty-Seven in the back.

A circle of black-red miasma burst out from where Forty-Seven was standing—a dark aura of despair and ruin