The violent magic particles stirred freely, blocking most of the peeping methods, making it impossible to detect the scene of the explosion center.

The strong dust and smoke surged everywhere like a torrent, covering the scene even more hazy.

Although Renard and Hughes had strong confidence in Allen, they still couldn't help but worry about Allen's situation.

Gao Yuan's spell buzzed suddenly, and before the final result was separated, Renard was ready for the next thunder strike.

Although the dust smoke will take a long time to dissipate, the violent magical particles are already quickly calming down.

In just a few seconds, Renard can clearly sense the coolness inside and then decide whether to take action.

However, before Renard's spell was ready, a calm and smiling voice came from the dust smoke.

"Don't worry, I won."

Hearing this, Renard did not let down his vigilance, because although there are few ways to simulate the other person's breath and sound in this world, it is not without it.

But the next moment, the vigilance on Renard's face disappeared, and his solemn expression also became soothing.

Because the next moment he got the sound and rushed out of the dust, Renard received a message from Allen on the spiritual level.

I think Alan also noticed the movements of Renard outside, so he made a speech again when he had already spoken.

After all, even if someone deliberately imitates a person's breath, it is impossible to break the binding effect of the tactical individual contact device of the Empire Execution Department in a short period of time.

Therefore, Renard still seemed very relieved about Allen's identity in this way.

There are many powerful organizations in this world that are secretly stirring up trouble, but they dare not touch the bottom line of the top forces in the mainland.

Because they know that even though they seem powerful in the eyes of outsiders, for those truly powerful forces, they are just ants that can be killed by slaughtering them.

Among such forces, the strong men who can also get out of the silver level can also have a certain scale.

But they will never reach the level of top forces.

Because their background is far from enough.

Just like the seemingly popular individual tactical contact device of the Imperial Execution Department, although it seems simple, it just looks.

Although the Imperial Execution Department and other special departments have already popularized the liaison equipment, it seems that this thing is not worth mentioning.

But in fact, the technical content of the individual tactical liaison device is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. It is a masterpiece produced by the elites of the entire Imperial Equipment Department.

Even if a silver-level caster who specializes in alchemy has obtained the finished product of the contact device, it is impossible to crack it in a short time.

Therefore, Renard also dissipated the sparkling spell in his hand and quietly waited for Allen to appear.

Dada dada...

The sound of footsteps that were so subtle that they could hardly be heard came from the dust and smoke, with a hint of jump, as if the master's joy was revealed.

A figure wearing a black combat uniform and holding a long sword in his left hand walked out of the dust and smoke.

The misty fog made it impossible to see his face clearly, and only his blurry outline appeared in the dust and smoke.

The thin voice was as sharp as a long sword, cutting through the smoke and dust that was like a sea of ​​clouds.

With a figure in front, a sword in hand, and smoke behind, it is really a good scene where a real man never watches explosions.

"Is it okay?"

Looking at the young man who walked in front of him as if he was unscathed, Renard glanced carefully and asked with some concern.

The faint detection spell wandered quietly on Allen, exploring Allen's situation.

Sensing this spell fluctuation, Allen did not expel the situation in order to reassure Renard.

"No big problem, just take a break."

Allen rubbed his forehead as if he was a little tired and replied casually.

After roughly detecting Allen's physical condition, Renard found that it was not too serious. He nodded and agreed to Allen's words.

Indeed, Allen's body was as he said, without any major problems.

It was just that the accumulation of momentum and the beginning of [blood] made his body a little tired and exhausted, and then there were a small part of the capillary damage and muscle damage inside his body. However, with the blessing of Allen's [Second Regeneration] expertise, it took only half a day to work.

"Where is the other party's body?"

After confirming that Allen was really not in trouble, Renard's focus was naturally shifted to the other party's body.

After all, as a qualified necromancer, the desire for enemy corpses is engraved in the soul.

Not to mention this kind of silver-level corpse, and he is a profession of the same magic system.

This kind of corpse is simply something that the undead mage has been dreaming of for a long time.

"Since you're fine, I'll go ahead and get on."

After Renard said something, he rushed in like a husky breaking away. His expression was no longer as lazy as before, but his unconcealed enthusiasm.

"Go, go."

Seeing Renard's reaction, Allen also knew the other party's anxious mood and didn't say much.

As Allen expected, before Allen could finish his words, Renard disappeared into the fog with a flash.

After Renard left, Allen moved his hands and feet while walking towards Hughes.

"Huh." Allen breathed a long sigh of relief, and sat down next to Hughes as if he had lost all his strength.

Click!

A subtle sound like a broken bone suddenly came out, with a crisp rhythm.

"Ah!" A scream full of pain resounded through the sky, and the strong emotions contained in it really made those who hear it cry and see it sad.

The cult elements who were originally bound by Renard and Hughes were treated as a bench by Allen and sat directly on them.

Alan suffered more serious internal injuries due to the previous explosion.

However, neither Alan nor Hughes showed any sympathy for these people.

After all, from the other party's aura of resentment, it is clear that these people are not good people, and they have countless innocent blood in their hands.

For such scumbags, dying or becoming a research specimen is their only end.

And Alan's behavior is completely understandable. If you hold on, you will be lucky. If you can't hold on, it will help you get rid of it. No matter how you say it is, it will be fine.

"Hey, was it exciting just now?"

After stability, fatigue surged like a tide, and Alan, who was sitting on the ground, felt a trace of sleepiness for a long time.

Although the battle time just now was very short, it was only more than one second from the time Renard actively triggered the alarm to the end of the battle.

But Allen's energy and energy was not less than when he fought bloody battles on the walls of the Frozen Fortress.

It can even be said that because Allen's spirit is highly concentrated, he consumes more of his mind in this battle.

Of course there is nothing wrong with the battle, but after the battle, Allen felt tired.

Even if Allen had not had a very strong physique now and had a very short time to turn on [Bloody], Allen might not have been [Tired], but [Weak].

However, Hughes's words were a good way to help him get rid of his spirits.

“Stimulating, quite exciting.”
Chapter completed!