"This is such a big dog." Looking at Hulk running away, Evanson felt like he had just driven the 15th floor secret realm, but he jumped off the car. Not to mention how depressed he was.

Damn, I will bend Natasha when I go back and give it to my little succubus. Just be a single dog for the rest of your life.

"I said, don't you chase after me?" After cursing Hulk, Evanson turned his head and said to the hatred that was still in place.

"Hmph, before eating the main course, you must enjoy some appetizers first." Hatred said in a muffled voice, "Mutual!" Hatred almost took Evanson as a mutant.

Although he was very arrogant and compared Evanson to an appetizer, he did not dare to underestimate Evanson too much. The arrival of the doomsday just now caused him a lot of harm. Moreover, he has not yet figured out Evanson's foundation.

The hated predecessor, Fransky, was an elite military combatant, especially when he was working under General Ross. He was in contact with some mutants and had killed several of them with his own hands, so he still had a lot of knowledge about mutants. However, the guy in front of him who was dressed like a wizard made him feel a little confused.

It is different from those mutants with single power and simple attack form in my impression. The guy in front of me has many attack methods and is too insidious.

First, he summoned some wild beasts that he had never seen before to delay his movements, and then he had a set of compound skills. It was easy to say that he could withstand these with his current body. And although these attacks were sudden, they could at least be visible and touched. Even if he couldn't avoid them, he could know how he was beaten.

However, the attack that caused great damage to me in the end was completely silent and without any trace. Until now, I don’t know how I was hit. This guy is not really a wizard.

Humph, no matter what he is. Hatred plans to deal with the strange mutant in front of him first, and then chase Hulk. Otherwise, if he is fighting Hulk while being attacked by this mutant constantly, it will definitely feel sour.

"Now it's only you and me left," said arrogantly and arrogantly, "Wait for death, mutant!"

After saying that, hatred rushed towards Evanson. No matter how weird your ability is, as long as you can't kill me in one go, when I arrive in front of you, you will be able to return to the west with just one punch. This is the bold words of countless warriors before rushing towards the profession of the law.

"Cut" Evanson stretched out his right hand, and the dead terror hunting dogs and ghosts' corpses instantly turned into ashes and gathered on Evanson's body, the demon arrow, this magic that absorbed all the energy in the dead demon's corpse, including shadows and flames, shot towards the hatred.

"Hmph" The running hatred groaned and knocked the Demon Arrow into a crooked manner with one punch. The Demon Arrow, which had an undecreasing momentum, hit a car. In an instant, the car turned into dust.

When Evanson was still a distance away, he jumped up and hugged him with his hands, trying to make this guy who caused him a lot of trouble, how could he become a meat sauce?

Evanson did not dodge or avoid, and pushed the staff upright in front of him with both hands. "Bang, click" hatred directly hit the void protection supported by Evanson. The huge impact force caused Evanson's strongest magic barrier to burst out large cracks.

Evanson paused his staff to the ground with both hands, and a phantom of the Abyss Lord's head immediately appeared on his head. A large number of dark purple flames spurted out from the mouth of his head, covering the hatred in an instant.

When Abhorrence broke free from the Shadow Flame, Evanson had used the magic circle prepared in advance to teleport to the distance.

"Damn it." The distance was pulled apart again, and hatred had no choice but to rush towards Evanson again.

"Die, a low-level creature!" Hatred's charge started, he saw a red figure killing him in a diagonal stab.

"Ah!" Abhorrent screamed. He was completely unprepared and was directly caught by the man in his ribs. He let out a large hole of a half meter long. Green blood gushed out. After being hurt, his charge had to stop, cover the wound with one hand, and gasp.

Hatred looked closely and the man who attacked him had scarlet eyes, black skin, exposed his chest, wearing a red helmet, shoulder armor and leggings, a single horn on his head, a narrow bone blade on his back, and a giant axe with a height of one person, with a skeleton painted with a skeleton. The axe blade was still ticking green blood, which was his own blood.

This is exactly the strongest demon Evanson has ever seen, the demon guard Taylor who follows him.

Taylor kept ambushing aside according to Evanson's orders. Just after Hulk left, he received the order of Evanson to wait for an opportunity. He was already excited by the battle and was excited, and he seized the opportunity and was suddenly cruel.

"Hold him, Taylor." Evanson knew that although Taylor is now his strongest subordinate, relying on his words alone would be fine with hatred. If you want to win, you should take a shower and go to bed as soon as possible.

So he inserted his staff to the ground, and he used handprints, pain, corrosion, impermanence of pain, weakness, and curse of weakness. These spells that could kill ordinary people were all exerted on the hatred.

The pain that both inside and outside is caused by one's own mental fatigue. Even if you hate your current body, you will be tortured by these negative spells and slow to move.

"Killing to be killed is the road to the legion." Taylor's mind did not have the pedantic thoughts of taking advantage of others' danger and not winning. Taylor shouted his previous slogan of charge, wielding a huge axe to attack, and hated this and had to retreat.

At this time, Evanson was not idle either. He opened his arms and purple light floated from all directions, all rushing towards him. This was a large-scale soul-absorbing.

You know, before Evanson came here, Hatred and Hulk had been fighting for a long time. You wouldn't naively think that there was no one there, right?

In fact, countless casualties have long been killed or injured. Evanson is now collecting the souls of these dead. Instead of letting these innocent souls dissipate between heaven and earth, or go to another world with resentment, it is better to use it for yourself and avenge the enemy who killed them. He is really kind.

When the purple light stopped, Evanson had collected a large number of soul crystals. He took out one, rubbed his hands and turned into a red stone. He smashed the stone directly on his staff. The entire staff seemed to be burning, and bright fires appeared in the eyes and mouth of the skull on it.

Flame Stone can enhance the warlock's fire damage, which also means Evanson's preparation to use more direct and violent destruction spells.
Chapter completed!