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It's kind of like the particle cannon Forty-Seven used to be equipped with - except it was shoulder-mounted then, and now it's arm-mounted.

This change stunned everyone present, except for Roy, the reason why he was able to mix into the position of the third-in-command of the Whitebeard Thieves was not only because of his almost insanely brutal and evil towards women, no matter what the situation, Roy was always the first to sniff out the dangerous atmosphere and run away, but alas, Forty-Seven immediately made him his second target.

A black-red flame spewed out of the barrel with a manic hot wind, and accurately hit Roy's back, compared to other magic flames, the flames spewed out of the cylinder were more directional, rather than spreading everywhere, so the penetration of this flame was also stronger, and in an instant, a large hole was opened in Roy's stomach, only supported by a few broken ribs on both sides, Roy actually ran out more than a dozen steps, with a few crisp "clicks" Roy fell to the ground, believing that he would still wonder what it was that tripped over him before he died.

Forty-seven stroked the smooth cannon body, both in style and performance, and gave him a feeling of intimacy.

Hoffman knew that his end was near, but he could make a final effort.

"Escape!" Hoffman shouted, and the thieves, who had been frightened by Forty-Seven's actions, began to shout and scatter for their lives, Hoffman was mixed in the crowd, and now that it was getting dark, at least, it should still be possible to escape.

Jossen immediately took Milia and Custer to hide under the walled hill of a house, the escaped thieves were no longer worth their pursuit, and their bodies and injuries did not allow them to fight any longer.

Immediately a large piece of the field centered on Forty-Seven was vacant, Forty-Seven ignored the fleeing thieves, he raised his arm, looked at his new weapon, or raised it flat and posed in a posture of aiming, and finally flicked his wrist to feel the weight, the black steel wings behind him quickly stretched out, a puff of white smoke emitted from the center of the constructed arm cannon, and Forty-Seven's two red eyes became flickering and dimming, as if he was constantly accumulating his inner energy into the beast's mouth on his right wrist.

Forty-Seven's feet gradually left the ground, and it seemed that under the dual effect of the agitation of the wings and the steam, Forty-Seven's ability to fly had been further improved, but despite this, Forty-Seven had risen to the height of the roof and stopped, and Josson looked at Forty-Seven, guessing what he was going to do.

"What is he going to do...... Is this a ritual to celebrate victory?" As night fell completely, Custer seemed to be completely rejuvenated, his white eyes staring at Forty-Seven in mid-air, his tone full of curiosity, which was still rare for a Night Elf.

"Who knows, it's the weirdest semi-purgatory creature I've ever seen...... If he's a half-purgatory. Jossen looked around, and there was almost no one left of the thieves.

Milia didn't say anything, her eyes fixed on Forty-Seven, and her hands tightened with the twin swords.

Forty-seven's eyes flickered wildly, the left arm with the constructed cannon went down to the ground, and the right hand held the barrel, as Forty-Seven's body leaned back slightly, a very thin pale red light shot out from the muzzle, threw it on the ground, and shrank back in a blink of an eye, and then burst out of a strong vapor mass, instantly pushing him higher into the sky, the upward force stagnated When the body reached the highest point, Forty-Seven raised his arm, different from the linear flame of the previous shot, a lava-like black-red energy ball shot out of the cannon barrel, and rushed straight to Forty-Seven's feet, not far from the ground not far from Qiao Sen。

"He's crazy!" shouted Josson, pressing down on Custer and Miria's bodies as the three of them crawled to the ground, ready to meet the impact of the cannonball, which was clearly filled with immense energy.

The cannonball hit the ground, but it only kicked up a puff of smoke and dust, and after the energy ball hit the ground, it caused a deep pit of a black hole, which turned into a circle of energy fluctuations, like water ripples, spreading outward in a circle, Qiao Sen clearly felt this pure destructive force passing through the surface below his body, and strangely, the three of them themselves were not affected in any way.

Custer stood up first, he looked in the direction where the energy fluctuations dissipated, his brows twisted together stretched, and then they were screwed together again: "So that's what he's for...... Oh, my God. ”

Before Qiao Sen could ask the meaning of this sentence, a wall of fire suddenly rose to the sky not far away, in fact, this wall of fire was a whole ring of flames that connected to each other, and it spread and rushed into the distance, although it only lasted for less than a few seconds when it erupted, but then the screams and cries faintly heard from a distance made Qiao Sen vaguely aware of something.

"What do you see?" asked Milia, anxiously, she hadn't seen the poignancy in the reflection in Custer's pupils.

"Purgatory...... The real purgatory scene ......" Custer looked back at the forty-seven that had fallen, and stared into the distance again, the expression on his face was a little strange, saying that it was surprise and horror, but there was still a hint of surprise: "Demonic power...... Demonic power!"

Josson frowned, but didn't say anything, this elf is crazy sometimes, he knew it from the time Custer spoke to the plants.

Under the leadership of Custer, Jossen and Miria quickly found the place where the Night Elves and the Chamber of Commerce captives were imprisoned, and the elves were not missing, but the Chamber of Commerce captives were tortured and killed by thieves with less than three or five people.

"Why is there such a heinous evil and evil ...... in the world?" Milia, who found the execution chamber, was faced with all kinds of strange bloodstained torture instruments and piles of stenching corpses, but he was not as angry as usual, but his hands were clenched in front of his chest, not knowing whether to pray for the victims or ask his gods to give the sinful the punishment they deserved.

The wicked were punished, but not by God, but by the abominable half-purgatory creature.

Forty-seven has been standing in place since he landed, the red light was dimmed, there was no sound at all, and he stood like a golem, and gradually made some moves.

"We're going to get out of here as much as we can, there may be other fierce bandits, and after this big battle, it's hard to say if we will attract even more difficult characters!" Qiao Sen commanded several chambers of commerce that were still able to move, gathered the camel beasts that could be found alive, and prepared to leave overnight.

"As the messenger of the Night Elves, Alphens would like to express his high gratitude to you!" At this time, Custer walked over with a female Night Elf in his arms, and although the other party looked very weak, there was a solemnity and solemnity on his expressionless face.

"It's nothing, we're also entrusted. Qiao Sen waved his hand, but his expression was a little cold.

"I've found this and this elsewhere, and I think we should get these things out of here together!" Forty-Seven, who had been running to for no idea where he had run after the rescue operation began, appeared at this time, and threw a bag of Argus gold coins on the ground, fiddling with a round goo of winter, which was a Suspicion Bomb.

Custer whispered a few words in Alphens' ear in Elven language, who immediately began to notice Forty-Seven, and Jossen noticed the detail, but immediately turned away.

Soon, a new team opened the lair of the Whitebeard Thieves, and began to advance south at night, this time Forty-Seven did not act alone, and also mixed with the team to move forward, Jossen and Miria also uncharacteristically did not object, strictly speaking, it was the first time for both the fledgling Milia and the experienced Jossen, but it seemed that they were thinking more about their beliefs now.

A little on the periphery of the ring complex, the team passed through a piece of charred land, and in many places there were even puffs of smoke, and the residual heat on the ground made the camel beast team a little messy, but there was not even a single corpse in sight, and the flesh and blood should have been burned to no ashes, or completely deposited in the land here.

Custer and Alphens paused with interest, and observed the scorched earth for a moment before continuing on their way, as if they had been secretly observing Forty-Seven all the way, while Forty-Seven was undistracted with his new equipment, his body not yet regaining its former dexterity, but no one could see it.

Compared to when he was in Hoffman's hands, it was much smaller in terms of both the arm cannon and the re-transformation into a mallet, and with the change from time to time, the structure was constantly optimized and adjusted, and the useless parts and residues were discarded - but the weight was not much reduced.

Attraction, or resonance, as if manipulating a finger, Forty-Seven tried to inject energy again but was unsuccessful, presumably because the blow had already taken too much, and he was somewhat discouraged as he manipulated the Construct Arm Cannon to deform and retract, and finally covered his left arm, forming a beast's head-like armor device.

Perhaps it was because of the core energy of both sides that Forty-Seven was able to manipulate the constructed weapon he had snatched from Hoffman so easily, and to make it a part of himself—which still pleased and pleased him, as if he were back to the old days of loading and turning all kinds of parts around his body