[Part1·It’s hard to move even an inch]

"Is your turn over, Parker?"

When Old Bones asked this question, the little housekeeper's expression became very ugly.

Neither General Cry nor Derek seems to intend to follow the rules. This situation is extremely rare in the gambling contract established by Lady Gloria and is a very serious violation.

At first, Sirius Parker thought that Mr. Bu Liuxing came to the cloakroom just to take away the weapons, and that he would obediently go back to the room to prepare for tomorrow's performance, so that Lady Gloria could sit in the owner's seat in the casino and watch a pleasing duel.

But later, General Crying asked about Gloria Sebastian's daily routine of food, clothing, and daily life. When Boy Parker met with Mr. Derek, he figured it out - this was not for preparations, but to assassinate Lady Gloria.

"Two guests..."

Before Parker could finish his words, a fierce sound of castanets came from the dry and stuffy cloakroom.

Old Bones is a guy who doesn't take things too seriously when watching the excitement. He immediately activated the divine power of [The Power·Power], and everything slowly came to a standstill, except for Bu Meteor who could move freely.

"The abundance of your essence far exceeds that of everyone present. This powerful body has given you the opportunity to attack first. The nameless crying general - now is your turn, your turn." Old Bones Shuang.

Holding each other's arms, they tapped the castanet as often as the second hand of a clock, "Come on! Make your choice!"

Axing finally came to his senses and stared closely at Derek Jokic at the entrance to the cloakroom.

He didn't say a word, fearing that he would consume more of his precious mobility if he said nonsense. He put all his mind back into his body and carefully observed the opponent's elemental structure.

The old man in front of him is one hundred and eighty-five centimeters tall, with a wingspan of over one hundred and ninety-two centimeters. His arms are very long, and he stands tall and defenseless.

Judging by his eyesight, he was about eighteen steps away from Derek, and he could carry Beloberg to perform a charge and slashing procedure.

——But is this guy really a blood-granting monster? Is he a must-kill enemy?

The distance is too far, I can't confirm this - Meteor thought.

"Time passes little by little." Old Bones reminded: "Hesitation will make the sword in the brave heart grow rust, and will make the brave and decisive heart grow tumors."

Although the referee had given a reminder, Meteor still hesitated at this critical moment.

He put aside the sword pouch and drew out the bright blade, but he had no intention of finding a higher point to draw strength from, and no intention of charging forward. The old tailor looked too thin, too skeletal, and could not compete with the vigorous ogre.

They don't have much in common. If this guy can be considered a blood donor, the master may not be willing to reward him with a full meal.

Moreover, behind Derek Jokic was a girl who was weak and seemed to be dying. If he drew his sword and charged, Meteor couldn't guarantee what would happen next. He didn't know why Derek brought this girl to the appointment.

Analyzing the relationship between host and guest based on their front and back positions, and judging by their facial features - this lost girl should be Derek's daughter.

Meteor couldn't kill a daughter's father in front of her, he couldn't do it.

Unlike his brother Ming, if Xueming confirms Derek Jokic's attributes as an enemy or an enemy, he will regard this weak-looking girl as the enemy's weakness and send the old man and the child to the merit forest together.

"A very exciting start. Your alert posture with the sword is very elegant and elegant of a medieval knight." Old Bones commented: "And..."

"Old man, I don't want to fight you." Meteor shouted to Mr. Derek: "At least not now, let the little girl behind you stay away - how about we find a spacious place?"

"You are trying to convince this warrior who is tempted to kill." Old Bones' spiritual fire eyes revealed a joking look: "Will it work? Please bear witness!"

Time began to flow again, and a dice fell from Derek Jokic's sleeve——

——When it hits the ground, throw a simple weak [2].

Meteor breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there was something to talk about.

At the moment when the color vote came into effect, the old tailor held up the knife with a ferocious look on his face, with non-violence and non-cooperation written on his face.

"What nonsense is this guy talking about?! Is he insulting me? Insulting my baby girl? Bones! It's my turn!"

"What?!" Bu Liuxing looked at the judge with confusion on his face, completely confused as to what was going on.

——Why doesn’t the result of color casting count? Faced with Meteor’s lobbying, Derek only cast two points, so it should be counted as a failure! He should be obedient!

--Why?!

"Sir Knight, you seem to have forgotten a very important thing." Old Bones could not continue to favor Meteor and could only remind him in a low voice: "You did not drink the blood of Dame Gloria. Mr. Derek threw it out in response to your lobbying behavior.

Contested die - as long as it is not [1] point, not the worst failure, it can be regarded as a success."

"If you don't officially join this game, you can only be beaten passively."

"Your lobbying failed, and Mr. Derek Jokic is not going to talk nonsense to you. He came here under the cover of night just to take your life. Now he is furious - it's the old tailor's turn.

Got it!"

At this moment, Meteor could no longer move. He could only watch as his body gradually stiffened and everything around him lost color - except for Old Bones and Derek Jokic, no one else could move.

"Arrogant and virtuous warrior, let me show you the magical power of [The Grand Design·Great Design]!" Mr. Derek made an attack statement: "You don't seem to understand Lord Gloria's magical power, and you have no time to adapt to the Great Hunter.

The king's soul is super powerful - but it doesn't matter, I guarantee you that before you die, you will feel the pain that is worse than death."

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Meteor can still hear and see this sound and image that is stagnant in time and space.

A new and strange word popped out of Derek Jokic's mouth.

What is he talking about? The Hunting King? Is the cat climbing frame lady here? Is Ms. Igarashi Chinatsu around here?

what does that mean?

Could it be that...

Old Bones interrupted: "Mr. Derek Jokic, your mobility is like fine quicksand in an hourglass. It is crystal clear and passes by little by little."

"[The Grand Design·Great Design]!" the scrawny old man roared, and a dark spiritual body emerged from his body.

Its speed was so fast! It was so fast that the meteor could hardly be seen! Under the light of the cloakroom, Ah Xing felt his body tilt and his head immediately hit the wooden board of the hat counter, and then something strange happened!

His face was pulled hard and was about to be sewn together with the wooden cabinet!

Half of his body became weak and weak, as if his bones, nerves and muscles were misaligned and knotted.

When he regained his freedom, Meteor looked at the sword-holding arms in disbelief——

——He felt unspeakable pain.

The travel clothes on his body were made of chemical fiber woven fabrics. At this moment, he could see shocking holes in these worsted fabrics. The flesh of his forearms came out of the holes, and the muscle fibers were covered with patches of blood.

, they seemed to have been cursed by strange psychic powers, turning completely inside out and turning into bright red threads, wrapping around Meteor's fingers and tightly around Belloberg's sword blade.

Along with this powerful spiritual energy, half of his face was completely sewn to the wood of the counter. The beard hair on the lower jaw and the left half of the cheek brought out a piece of red blood, which was like the mineral oil of a sewing machine and the gums.

The masseter muscle exploded into a bright petal, turned into a strong stalk, and pressed Meteor's head to the door.

The distance of eighteen steps is nothing to the power of Derek Jokic——

——[The Grand Design·Great Design] easily completed this soul power attack. Since the meteor did not swallow Gloria Sebastian's blood and there was no settlement of the confrontation die, the old tailor's attack effect was outstanding.

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"Things have taken a turn for the worse..." Old Bones shook his head, and his spine made a weird rattling sound: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk... Nameless crying general, it's your turn."

Ah Xing's mind was so confused that he had no time to pay attention to the "Hunter King" mentioned by the old tailor——

——He couldn't think about so many things, and the pain almost took away all his sanity.

The pain from the dermis and muscle fiber tissue also involves the gum nerves, and even the heart begins to cramp together. Over time, myocardial inflammation will occur.

He still had to continue thinking and find a way to survive in this pain. He struggled and squirmed, trying to lift his body up, gradually approaching the bench in the locker room, trying to reach the backpack and find the holy blood of Dame Gloria.

"Very good look!" Old Bones banged the castanets in approval: "Pain has not defeated you, it seems to be following you closely. I have seen many heroes, and there are few who can defeat pain and conquer the body.

Very little."

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[Part2·Borrowed Power]

"Hiss..." Meteor tried to separate a hand, and his arm was connected with Beloberg's flesh and blood. He let go of his fleshy palm slightly, and his expression was twisted in pain and he was sweating -

——A burning sensation came from the forearm. Part of the protection of the skin and muscles was lost. Large areas of fascia were exposed to the air. They quickly became infected and inflamed. They rubbed and collided with the clothing, and were pulled by the twisted and deformed skin and muscles.

If you move it, the large and small capillaries and large blood vessels will burst and spurt out more blood.

"Pfft!——"

Meteor regained control of his left arm.

"Pull out the arrow and leave a sore! The price is 280 milliliters of blood..." Old Bones reminded: "You are getting weaker and weaker, and time is no longer on your side..."

The cabinet door was forced open by Ah Xing's face, and the red blood spread out along with the pain and splashed in all directions, falling on the old bone's face, dyeing the skeleton red, and it seemed to be a little more alive and energetic.

It's as if life force is about to burst out from the bones.

Meteor finally moved his position, and his fingers just touched the bottle containing the holy blood. Before the assassination attack plan began, he had already divided the glass of blood into thirteen parts - he remembered clearly, these reagents

The bottle is in the tool bag on the outside of the carrying bag.

But his bloody fingers had already touched the bottle, and he gradually unscrewed the cap——

——The bright red blood on the back of his hand turned gray. His turn was over and there was no chance.

Derek Jokic, who was standing still, still maintained a manic smile, and the old tailor's eyes showed a special meaning of greed and cruelty. This victory seemed to be close at hand, and it was an honor that belonged to him alone.

Dame Gloria will definitely reward him severely, and there will be one more book in the Dionysus Church to tell the story of how Derek defeated the Crying General - even if the process is not very interesting or bumpy, and the enemy seems not to even fight back.
To be continued...