"ah!"
With a scream, severe pain enveloped Ammon'shi. His skin seemed to be eroded by acid, and it seemed like there were countless rats in his body trying to break out.
Then he fell to the ground, gasping loudly, and the two fire warriors around him did the same. Not only did their bodies twist violently, but their mouths were closed so tightly that their teeth were broken, and blood poured out of their eyes and noses.
In a painful haze, he saw Selene approaching, looking down at him like a bug that had been stepped on.
"Ungrateful bastard!"
She gritted her teeth and said:
"Don't I treat you well enough?"
Ammon'shi tried to curse the shameless alien, but could only moan.
"Kill the other two, I'm tired of hunting these bugs."
Then two slave hunters approached the fallen Fire Warrior, and when they raised their spears, Am'shi tried to stop them.
"no no--"
"Eh! Uh!"
Suddenly, a majestic voice crossed the open space and drowned out the groans and wails of the wounded.
Ammon'shi blinked and saw the gleaming spear tip hovering a palm away from Ammon'shi's head.
The hostess of the arena raised one hand and stared at a figure with fluffy red hair on the roof not far away, his hands resting easily on his waist.
The visitor seemed to be a human being, and judging from his funny clothes and the staggered tattoos on his arms, he should be a pirate.
"I am the Pirate King of the Azure Galaxy, 'Three-Legged' Jeremy Leper Aguinaga."
The red-haired pirate pointed at the Tau people on the ground and said:
"These meat tickets are mine!"
"If you don't want to die, ape scum, get out of here."
Selene's voice was filled with contempt.
"I'm not in the mood to deal with you maggots right now."
The human pirate jumped from the roof and stepped closer, apparently undeterred by the weapons aimed at him.
Then he stared at the other party's thigh without any concealment and said with a smile:
"You can take away my meat ticket, but you have to stay with me for a few days."
"Despicable thing, how dare you use your primitive language to insult me?"
the arena hostess spat.
"Catch this ape right now and I'll enjoy peeling his skin from his bones!"
Several slave hunters stepped forward and pressed the spiked spear points against his stomach.
The red-haired pirate shrugged and raised a finger to the sky.
"so be it."
A whoosh of air passed by, and bullets burst from the slave hunters' throats. They staggered back, and more bullets hit them.
Am'shi took the opportunity to roll to the side, shielding himself from the sudden storm with a dead Eldar.
In an instant, Lataxin, who was already poised in the alley, had already drawn his knife, and while dodging the black poison crystals shot at him, he rushed across the open space towards the hostess of the arena.
Selene felt uncomfortable, her face contorted with rage.
"I asked why he escaped, but it turned out to be you!"
Although she knows that the other party has been planning for a long time, Selene has no way out now. Her arena has been destroyed by demons and mobs. If she loses the championship again, she will truly have nothing.
More bullets whizzed through the air. Karen and Loken fired wildly with big guns. Even if the slave hunters tried to fight back, the bullets still shot down many of them.
Then, with a blood-curdling scream, Chuanquillo emerged from the shadows, beating the screaming beast to a pulp with the flail in his hand.
Ammon' Shi felt hope for the first time.
He stood up unsteadily, fished out his weapon from the mud, and felt reassured by the cold ironwood grip.
At this time, all of Selene's guards had gone to stop Lataxin, and there was no one around her. Therefore, when Ammon'shi attacked her, she could only try to dodge the blow, and then used her whip to slam the former slave warrior. ’s abdomen, and then wrapped around the other person’s neck.
"Are you on the side of humanity?"
She cursed and tightened the whip around Ammon's throat.
"Fighting the benefactor who saved your life?"
"you are not--"
Ammon'shi tried to break free, his face contorted with suffocation.
"You killed Bentu, you killed everyone!"
Aether waved his hand violently, and the double-edged sword was as fast as thunder, stabbing the opponent straight.
Selene grabbed her bloody shoulder and screamed, retreating, but Ammon'shi had made up her mind and stepped forward suddenly, piercing the opponent's chest with the sharp blade.
"Wait, don't kill first!"
Rozim's urgent voice rang out quickly, but it was too late.
The hostess of the arena let out a scream, her dark eyes instantly lost their luster, and she fell to the ground softly.
Ammon'shi gasped, staring at the opponent's gradually cooling body, struggling to remove the whip from his neck, and then turned around.
"Thanks--"
"This fish-headed man is such a waste, you have to hurry up while it's hot..."
"Boss, are you behind me and me in front?"
As soon as he nodded, he froze. Rozim and Hank Evans were putting their hands on their belts, as if they were about to take off their pants.
After realizing that the ether was staring at him, Rozim coughed twice.
"Um, urgent urination, just urgent urination."
Then he laughed awkwardly a few times and changed the topic.
"Now that everyone is here, let's evacuate quickly——"
boom----
There was a loud noise, and everyone turned their heads, vaguely seeing something penetrate the surrounding ruins.
"Boss, what is that?"
"I don't know, but why does it smell so bad all of a sudden? Didn't you poop in your pants?"
"No! Where do you see it?"
"Stop sticking your butt at me, go see what it is..."
From the moment he stood up, Typhons felt as if he was in the desert. He never liked the desert because there was only deathly silence and loneliness.
He still remembered the first time he saw the desert, staggering up the sand dunes, and then stumbling down the sand dunes. His legs began to tremble under the wind and sand, and the hot sand seemed to burn his ankles.
He didn't even quite remember what had just happened.
Shock, heat, and then—
pain.
For the first time since he embraced his loving father, he experienced pain.
He felt that at least half of the bones in his body were broken, and all the internal organs wrapped under the skin were out of place. For the first time, he smelled his own smell, exuding the smell of decay-the stench of death.
But he was still alive, and he could feel his pulse beating.
Yes, as long as he has the care of a loving father, no one can kill him!
However--
But he heard something, a voice.
It was craving, it was hungry, he could feel it in the back of his mind, whispering its need.
freed.
It longs to be free, to be released into the world, it needs to break free from its constraints.
"What is-"
He whispered through his split lips, his voice hoarse and as thick as sand.
But there was no answer. Typhons felt that this might be an illusion, but the voice was always there.
Pain burned in his chest and squirmed beneath his skin, as if the sun's heat was eating away at his flesh.
Putting aside the shame of being almost kicked to death, the power of this blow was really comparable to a blow from the main gun of a battleship. As soon as Typhons moved, the armor on his body fell down with a crash, exposing his body. The flesh and blood was burnt to a pitch-black state.
