"I came from the Tilros family in Dilna, and there were two others with me. As for the other three, although they had done corresponding disguises, I had dealt with them back then, and they were from the Chris family."

A dense cold sweat oozed out of the middle-aged man half-kneeled from his forehead. He said this sentence at a speed he had never seen before in his life, and he spoke clearly and spoke clearly. To be honest, he would not say anything else. Just saying this sentence, I am afraid that professional broadcasters would not be as good as the middle-aged man at this time.

This can also prove that human potential is really endless, but people often only realize their maximum potential during the time of life and death.

After saying this, the middle-aged man seemed to have lost his energy. Although his half-kneeling position did not change at all, it was completely obvious that the limp and fatigue revealed in the other party's bones.

Behind the middle-aged man, the five-man group, who looked like a sculpture, looked at his back with fierce eyes. Although they did not dare to be strange because of Allen's suppression and murderous aura, this did not prevent them from expressing their anger towards the traitor.

However, their eyes were still subtle, and the two men who were with the middle-aged man were expected, so although their eyes were hated, they also understood and even felt relieved.

After all, this was the scene they expected after seeing Grain and Johnson die and get injured, but it was just a matter of time.

Moreover, in a sense, they pushed out the middle-aged man. They asked themselves that they would probably make the same decision as the middle-aged man in that situation, so they could not blame each other.

But the other three people had only complete hatred and doubts. After all, in their opinion, the middle-aged man did not know where they came from, so he had never made corresponding psychological preparations.

It is precisely because of this that they only seem so shocked after hearing the words of the middle-aged man.

Alan glanced at the middle-aged man who was constantly gasping for a long time as if he was escaping from death, and looked away from him and looked behind him.

"Do you have any medicine to supplement? If not, I'm sorry, I can only ask you to die."

Allen's eyes opened and closed, as if an invisible sword light was blooming, and the skin of these people was sore.

The unlucky five-man group, who was as still as a sculpture, was afraid of being misunderstood by Allen, suddenly changed his face and his eyes moved slightly, and they were not as firm as before.

Alan did not rush to urge him. He pushed up the sheathed sword with his thumb, placed his right hand on the hilt and tapped it lightly, playing a solemn music.

It is also in this sonorous music that the long sword with a silver and cold body gradually unsheathed.

The bitter murderous aura gradually became unrestrained. The late night, which was already close to the south of the empire and was much warmer than the north, became cold and bone-black.

Feeling the biting chill that good things will make people's souls freeze. Among the five people who are struggling to consider, someone finally made the first choice.

"I said, can you let me go?"

The taller one of the two men in the middle-aged man stood up and asked at Allen.

"You don't have the qualifications to negotiate with me. All you can do is choose, cooperate or resist."

Alan suddenly looked at the other party, his eyes full of strength and no possibility of compromise.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other person's face became as colorful as a dyeing shop, as if it had become a changing color palette.

He frowned, struggled, hesitated, and considered, and his right hand was unconsciously placed on his waist, as if there was something that could bring him a sense of security. However, the next moment, he realized that he had retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted.

"Okay, I'll tell you." Finally, the tall man nodded heavily as if he had made up his mind.

"We're just the first wave, and there are other people who will come to attack after that."

Allen's face remained unchanged, "Not enough."

"The Tilros family was not involved in this matter simply for the sake of gaining benefits, but for other reasons."

Hearing this, Allen did not react at all. The other four people's faces changed. The weapon that had already been put down suddenly appeared in their hands, as if the tall words touched their extremely sensitive nerves.

However, the man in the group with the tall and middle-aged man seemed to give up resistance and quickly put down his hands.

The other three people moved a little slower, but after a glance at Allen, they finally chose to follow the heart.

"You said." Alan's face was no longer cold, and there was a different color in his eyes.

After so much trouble, he finally gained valuable results.

"I don't know the specific situation, but it seems to be related to the death of the previous generation of the Count of Gun Flame, and the Chris family seems to be involved."

For a moment, both Alan at the scene and Renard in the car could not help but squint slightly and thought.

“Is there any more?”

After waiting for a while, Alan, who seemed to have come to his senses, looked at these people again, with a sense of expectation in his eyes.

Looking at Alan's eyes, the others seemed to understand their situation. They no longer had any stupid thoughts, nor tried to resist. They just followed Alan's rules and rushed forward, hoping to get a chance to survive.

...

"You don't trust!" The voice of hoarseness mixed with the anger of being deceived resounded, but it didn't get far away, and was blocked by the sound insulation array that appeared at some point.

"Sorry, I never made any guarantees."

Indeed, from the beginning to the end, Allen just said some extremely fraudulent words, but did not make any specific guarantees.

Sao!

The next moment, the attacker who used other people's lives to delay Allen's footsteps suddenly paused and lost his life.

The long sword wrapped around the platinum sword light suddenly slashed down, killing the last visitor who attacked them, Allen let go of his perception and investigated the situation around him.

After a few seconds, Alan, who had closed his eyes tightly, opened his eyes and said in the direction of the empty person.

"No problem."

His movements and expressions were extremely natural. If it weren't for the late night or the roof of the car without others, Alan would probably be considered mentally ill.

Buzz!

The next moment, the sound of magic that only resounded through the spiritual world suddenly roared, and a silver-gray fire suddenly appeared in front of Alan's eyes, which was extremely brilliant, but flashed in a flash.

However, after the fireworks disappeared, Reinard had also appeared in front of Allen.

As if it had already been agreed, without any extra greetings, Renard went straight to the topic, put the body of the extraordinary person who was not too severely broken on the roof of the car, and put it in the space equipment he carried with him.

Cleaning the battlefield and cleaning up the beginning and end may be a hard work for others. After all, valuable spoils have been divided up, and they can only do some hard work when they come. But for Renard, it is a real beauty.

After all, as a mage of the Necromancer, corpses are in short supply at any time.

Not to mention the expensive corpses of extraordinary people. Moreover, there are also corpses of blood clans.

Allen is also like giving benefits in disguise. After all, there are still many places to rely on Reynard in the future.

"Hu." After briefly checking the mass of these corpses, Renard breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction and stretched happily.

"No, good, they are all good materials." A smile as if an old farmer was raising a bumper harvest appeared on his face, demonstrating the joy in Renard's heart at this moment.

"I've taken the benefits, is it time to do something?"

Allen stood aside and waited until Renard finished laughing before walking forward.

Hearing Allen's words, the smile on Renard's face suddenly stopped and he looked around his feet with a bitter face, "You really know how to find something for me."

Allen rolled his eyes in anger, "You are really good at talking. You have to cut them to death, and you also keep your efforts to avoid affecting the train's journey. This is all the time."

Renard did not object to Allen's statement. After all, he knew very well that in a sense, Allen was indeed right.

Even without the suppression of [Immortal Holy Mark (Pseudo)·Royal Power], Allen would keep it a little bit.

After all, if a silver-level strong man fights with all his might, the rest of the wave is enough to destroy most of the things in the world.

This is also why the silver-level powerful man is called the city-level combat power.

"Okay, this will be just a short time for you. I'll finish it quickly and there's something to say."

Allen glanced at the direction he came and said something meaningfully.

Upon hearing this, Renard seemed to understand something, nodded in agreement, and then began the final work.

Buzz!

The spell sounded and the magic particles wandering around the void were gathered by powerful mental power. Under the coordination of the awakened soul emitting brilliant light, they were arranged into one complex and profound spell model after another.

Many uncountable magical particles gathered into a stream, surging along a wonderful trajectory in the void, and the ocean was surging like a surging river.

And all of this is just a moment of effort.

The terrifying magic power fluctuations suddenly swept by, and the roof of this car that had undergone fierce battles has undergone new changes.

The blood dripped into the hole rose up and gathered in front of Renard from all directions, turning into a huge round blood cell.

If there were no corpses, Renard would not have been wasted so naturally. At least he had to separate and properly preserve the blood for future use.

However, now that the bodies have been collected, there is no need to worry too much about this little thing.

He casually took out a large container, put the blood cells directly into it, then sealed it, and put it back into the space equipment without any concern.

After these things were done, Renard's face turned right and his spirit and will instantly concentrate.

It seems that everything before was just a warm-up, and what was next was the key.

The next moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared, and the roof of the car that was trampled by Allen and the others in battle began to recover quickly.

Metal flows like flowing water, surging from all directions, flowing through sunken pits, splashing iron filings, and holes with sharp burrs...

The roof of the car, which was flowing like water, seemed to have nothing happened. It was as flat and smooth as before, but did not look too new, but was like the color of the roofs of the front, back, left and right sides, with an old color.

Seeing this scene, Allen couldn't help but like Renard's care. After all, if it was just repaired without getting rid of it, then those annoying hyenas would definitely be able to easily discover the difference and capture their traces.

Although Allen was not afraid of the troubles that followed, he was still cautious at this moment.

Renard dispersed the spell model in the air, then carefully checked the repair situation again, and then spoke to Allen after confirming that there was no problem.

"Let's go."

Naturally, Allen would not refuse, nodded in agreement, and then watched Renard disappear before him in the flash of spell aura.
To be continued...