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The man with blue face laughed and lowered his voice and said to the thin man: "When I start fucking with her, come up again..."

The thin man laughed knowingly. The two of them were actually not low, but for some reason, Parier seemed to have not heard it at all.

The five people walked in a swagger, talking unscrupulously. They were filled with excess excitement, obviously not reminiscent of the killing just now, and they lost their due vigilance about the surrounding environment, and they didn't even find it and were hiding more than ten meters away without even discovering it.

Seeing these five people, Persephine was also shocked and puzzled. The five people were strong people with strong abilities. Even the two people who were obviously mentally ill have fifth-level abilities, while the men walking in the middle even had three sixth-level abilities! Such people, any of them in the Dark Dragon Knight, would be at least a middle-level officer, let alone the five people together? But Persephine didn't know any of these people. This is a problem. Even Bebraz could not hide so many abilities and not use them. This is really a waste. People like Elena and Crotina are the same. They no longer need to be used for ordinary battles. And even if they are often in a state of sleep, Persephine knew them.

Although the five people have strong abilities, their intelligence and hobbies are obviously problems. The experience in battle is similar to that of the new rookies on the battlefield. Whether before or after the war, how can they not observe the surrounding environment at all? The fastest way to obtain an evolution point is combat and killing. Which powerful person who has developed level 5 and level 6 abilities is not experienced in many battles and has countless blood in his hands? How could he be so awkward?

At this distance, even if Passephine had a heavy machine gun in his hand, he was in a state where five people were completely unprepared, and everyone would be injured after shooting, and two fifth-level abilities were more likely to be killed. If Passephine fitted and attacked, he would definitely be able to directly fight the person with the strongest ability, and then slowly deal with the remaining four people.

Persephine's eyes narrowed slightly, her body arched, and she was about to protrude suddenly, but suddenly her mind moved and she fell down again.

In the distance, a momentum surged into the sky. Looking from afar, it seemed like a blood-colored flame rising up. In the blood flame, murderous aura like a pointed needle overflowed from time to time.

As soon as this momentum came out, the five people were careless and felt something. They turned their heads and looked at each other. The person who emitted bloody flames came very quickly. Chufan was a few kilometers away, and in a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the five people! This was a handsome man with a somewhat evil appearance, with a faint bloody flame all over his body, and his long red hair fluttered in the fire, like a cluster of blazing flames.

The five people had already dispersed and surrounded the man covered with bloody flames. However, their surround formation was full of flaws in Persephine's eyes, and it was no different from the hooligans who were preparing to fight on the street. Obviously, these people not only did not have the complementary and matching skills, but also lacked the basic knowledge of combat formations. This was already a category that lacked entry-level training. In Persephine's view, the four abilities could not even play half of their true combat power.

The person who came here was Mortimus, who was considered an old acquaintance with Persephine, but had no friendship in the past. He was a seventh-level magic-like abilities, and was under the command of the Spider Queen, and was a very famous abilities. Mortimus was not famous for his powerful abilities, but because his flame field was very rare and his characteristics were extremely obvious. In addition, he was also said to be one of the male favorites of the Spider Queen by the outside world.

Mortimus is arrogant and has always been a showy person. With his ability, he would definitely be defeated in a miserable defeat against a five-man team with similar abilities. However, since Palier and others have not received much training at all, after a hard battle, Mortimus should be able to win. If he is lucky, he might be able to kill a few more.

Pariel narrowed her eyes and said coldly: "Another an annoying spider!" It seemed that she knew a celebrity like Mortimus.

"Then you'll step to death." The man with a green face said gloomyly.

"Cut off your arms first and leave his body behind. Maybe Pariel is useful!" said the thin man with a slim smile.

Even through the blazing flames, Mortimus's face also turned green. Through the flames, it was dark purple. He was furious and waved his hands. A dark red flame slammed into the sky and pressed towards the five people, and roared: "You Bebraz's lackeys and cloned pigs, there is no place for you in this world! The Spider Queen will surely win!"

The crimson flames were loud, but the temperature and power were quite average. However, this was not something that Parier and others could easily fight against. They retreated one after another and made it aside the attack range of the flames. However, as soon as they retreated, the consequences of having no sense of team cooperation were immediately revealed, and they retreated in a different way, with uneven speed and speed. Although most of Mortims' reputation was not obtained from strength, his practical experience was far beyond the rookies in front of him. His eyes lit up, and his body pulled out a line of fire, and in an instant he had appeared behind a dull man. His palms burning with flames had pressed on the back of his neck!

The flame on Mortimus's hand was bright yellow!

The high temperature instantly turned the back of the man's neck into a piece of coke. Before he could scream, the bursting fire had already wrapped around his body and burned! The flames caused by spell-like magic were even more powerful than gasoline fire. If the caster's energy supply was not isolated, it would not be extinguished at all. Under the burning flames, the man had a defensive power of up to level 5, but was also burned to scream.

After hearing several screams in succession, Parier, the three people with normal intelligence, reacted and launched a counterattack together. The consequences of no training were revealed at this time. If he were a person with normal ability, he would have been counterattacked at the first moment and would never have been delayed for so long. After a few seconds of burning, the man with amazing defense was seriously injured, at least he was considered useless in this battle.

He killed an opponent in one fell swoop. Although he was the weakest, Mortimus' pressure also made Mortimus's pressure much lighter. He sneered and pulled out two short scimitars from behind his waist with his backhand. If a substantial flame ignited along the blade, it turned into two flame swords in a blink of an eye, turning towards the opponent. Mortimus's two swords were fierce and ruthless, especially with his speed. Just look at a deep red figure among the four people, and his momentum gradually became stronger, and finally turned into a blood-colored tornado that rushed straight to the sky!

Passephine was quietly lying not far away, restraining her breath and not even carefully observing the battle between the two sides. With her combat experience, when Motimus first took action to destroy the opponent's strongest defense, he was judged to be able to win the final victory. What he was wandering in Passephine was a few simple conversations when the two sides met.
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