Chapter 49 48 The Weight of Life

Chapter 49 48. The Weight of Life

Filoen's figure seemed to have suddenly grown taller. In the night, the deep blue light around him seemed to be real. Then, he stretched out his right prosthetic hand and aimed it at Fisher in front of him.

"To survive, use all your strength, Mr. Fisher."

"Ding!"

A surprising light suddenly burst out from his right hand. Fisher's pupils shrank and he pushed back, but the light on his prosthetic hand had condensed into reality and turned into a beam of light shooting at Fisher.

Fisher's heart was alarmed. When he grabbed the cane with his backhand, purple halos on the cane jumped up, and in just a moment, it seemed to make Fisher's body become illusory.

"Deviate."

The seven-ring magic engraved by Renee, [Space Refraction].

"Boom boom boom!"

As Fisher's spell sounded, the blue light was strangely twisted away by the illusory space in front of Fisher, and turned and rushed to the distance in front of him as if it had refracted. The beam of light hit the wall of the inner city directly, cutting up along the stone wall without any obstacles. A series of explosions sounded, and the stones that were burned and exploded by the huge energy rushed into the sky.

However, the light continued to rush to the sky outside without stopping, until the clouds under the moonlight were cut apart and slowly disappeared into the sky.

Fisher's expression suddenly became serious. The power of the soul ignited was beyond his imagination. If this kind of lethal weapon had hit him just now, he would have evaporated directly.

Half of the wall in the distance turned into magma dripping down, but Filorn didn't look at that side at all. His gas mask stared at Fisher, and the cane he watched lit up. The steam around him suddenly gushed towards Fisher.

"Bang!"

Feroen wanted to stop Fisher from releasing magic, and with the blessing of the backpack behind him, his physical ability was enhanced to a terrifying degree by the steam mechanical device. His right hand suddenly punched Fisher, and Fisher ducked his head to avoid it and turned around to punch his gas mask.

But Feroen's face did not move at all, but the hot steam from under his mask drove his prosthetic hand to move rapidly. It was obviously retracted quickly after just throwing a punch, and hit Fisher's shoulder accurately like a machine.

Fisher took several steps back, and his shoulder was instantly numb as if he was hit by a bullet, but just when he hit Feroen, his magic was ready, and the magic on the cane was no longer reserved, and it shot at Feroen with full firepower.

Bee Dance, Cryotherapy, and the Spinner, the magic he engraved, hit Filorn madly. Filorn, who was entangled by the Spinner, felt a layer of frost on his body before he could move. Then the cutting blade with a dense "buzzing" sound went towards his neck.

"Great!!"

Filorn's whole body instantly burst out with deep blue light, and countless [Death Light] like the one that just cut the city wall scattered around him. Fisher's magic was instantly cut and scattered by his light, and the ground in the courtyard was also cut and exploded. A huge impact wave rose in the air and blew the surrounding trees and soil upside down.

Fisher's pupils shrank, and he held the cane tightly, but he was still swept up in the air by the terrifying impact force and flew out. After rolling several times in a row, he inserted the cane into the ground and stopped.

His suit was stained with dirt and mud from the soil. He looked up at Filorn, who was panting slightly. The backpack on his back suddenly opened, and a metal can was ejected. The metal can disintegrated in mid-air, but there was nothing inside.

"Mr. Fisher, you have stronger magic! Let me see it!"

The backpack suddenly closed, his pupils also lit up with blue light, another illusory wailing sounded, and his right hand lit up with the brilliance of death again.

Fisher's expression did not change, and a magic flashing with seven rings of purple light instantly lit up on the cane in his hand. This magic was an original magic developed by Fisher and Renee together. Most of the high-level magic was engraved on his cane by Fisher and Renee together. After all, the witch's magic power was very full, and it would be a waste if it was not used.

Seven-ring magic, [Renee's Comet].

The top of Fisher's cane collapsed like a black hole, and the next moment, the black hole was extremely dark, but it suddenly turned from black to brilliant deep purple. When the death light in Filorn's hand was stimulated, Fisher raised his cane and let the purple light burst out from the black hole to meet it.

In just a moment, a strange loud noise suddenly broke out where the blue and purple light touched the courtyard. The moment Filorn's light beam touched the comet light, it seemed to have weight and sank down, and the ground was covered by a huge explosion again.

But Filorn did not stop at all, and then used the death light of his prosthetic hand to bombard Fisher in the distance. His death light basically had no cooling time. The bombardment again and again made Fisher miserable. Even using magic took time, and the explosions around him were more and more violent, making his ears tinnitus.

Fisher fought and retreated at the same time. In fact, it was not his intention, but the opponent's firepower was too strong, making it difficult for Fisher to resist. The shock wave generated by the collision between magic and his death ray brought about gravel that became as fast as bullets, and Fisher's suit was pierced with several holes.

The moment he stepped back, Philon's eyes hidden under the gas mask moved slightly. He seemed to have seized an opportunity and fired a beam of death light at Fisher's body. Fisher could not avoid it but had to He repeated his old trick and summoned the previous [Space Refraction] magic.

The death light was refracted and hit a building in the demi-human residential area below. The roaring flames directly penetrated the house and ignited it. Large pieces of wood first took off, and then Then it falls with gravity.

The loud noise of the fight just now attracted the attention of the demi-humans in the city. They fled the room in panic, trying to stay away from the center of the battle. Many demi-humans poured out of the street, but within Fisher's sight , under the falling wooden block, several slow-running werewolf women were about to be hit.

Before he could move, he saw a dark blue figure in the distance landing in front of them, smashing the wooden block with his prosthetic hand. The fragments of the building were beaten into nothing in mid-air. The panicked werewolf women looked back and saw Philon standing silently behind them, putting down the smoking prosthetic hand in his hand.

"Lord of the City"

"You guys, go to the city wall and don't get close here, so as not to hurt you."

He helped the women up and pointed to the edge of the city wall. After they nodded and left, Philon walked step by step towards Fisher in the distance. The backpack behind him opened again, spitting out an empty metal can and falling to the ground.

"Those demi-humans survived because of the sacrifices of those children. Don't waste the sacrifices of those children, Mr. Fisher, let's continue."

Fisher exhaled and looked at the demi-humans running further and further in the distance. When Philon went to save the demi-humans just now, he gave him some time to breathe. On his hands, purple haloes were Condensation, he is taking this time to prepare magic.

"Giving up the bottom line of salvation means nothing to them."

Before Fisher finished speaking, Philon spread his hands.

"Mr. Fisher, let's wait until the battle is over before we continue talking. If there is still a chance then. You are secretly preparing magic, and am I not using this opportunity to get close to you?"

It wasn't until these words came out that Fisher suddenly discovered that the death light in his right hand did not light up, but suddenly raised his left hand. There was a glove-like device attached to the arm of his left hand. The next second, Philon suddenly stretched out his hand. pinched Fisher's shoulders.

There was a tingling sensation from the glove for a moment, and a strange feeling surged straight into his brain. Even though nothing happened, Fisher felt his brain shaking, as if his eyes were getting farther and farther away from him. , as if his body was being peeled off, he glanced at his arm with the last corner of his vision, and saw that the magic circuit that lit up on his arm was slowly fading, and the skin in the faded area gradually became lighter, as if the blood was being Same as dyeing.

He is stripping away his soul!

Fisher gritted his teeth, feeling tremendous pain all over his body, but fortunately, he had experienced two painful tortures when he used the Asian girl to complete the manual before, which gave him a certain degree of resistance. He used all his strength to The cane in his left hand poked Philon's abdomen, and the purple light exploded suddenly, and the huge impact instantly covered Fisher and Philon.

"boom!!"

Smoke and fire exploded, and Fisher, who had a splitting headache, felt that he was falling. It should have only been a matter of a few seconds before Fisher felt his body hit a hard ground heavily.

He felt like his whole body was falling apart. If it hadn't been for the physical bonus of the dragon race, he would probably be dead by now.

But what about Philon? He should not have been dealt with yet, because the moment the magic burst out, Fisher caught a glimpse of a dark blue light rising around him, covering his whole body.

Fisher stared at the strong feeling of fainting and stood up unsteadily. The field of vision was full of Venus. He looked down at his hands. When he saw that the skin there returned to its normal color, he gave it away. One breath.

The surroundings were dark, with only a faint blue light flickering, illuminating the blurry outline here.

Where is this place?

"Hoo"

"ah"

"Woo"

Unconscious murmurs sounded from all around, and Fisher vaguely felt something grabbing at his trousers. When he looked down, he found that it was a subhuman child with blue blood flowing from all his orifices, staring at him. .

Fisher's eyes narrowed and he turned around to look around, only to find that this was a huge square underground. Above was the town where the demihumans lived. The explosion had just destroyed the ground above and here, so Fisher You fell here.

Around him, there were many demi-human children who couldn't even walk. Their skin was all gray and blue blood was flowing out of their seven orifices. Their eyes were bulging out as they stared at Fisher, as if they were longing for something. Climb over.

There is nothing here, only a chair embedded in the ground placed in the middle of the square. A little moonlight shines through the big hole above. Philon's figure slowly appears from the darkness, holding the stool with his hand. .

"It's really amazing. This is the first time I've met someone who can release magic while extracting his soul. This must require enduring tremendous pain and strong willpower. Sure enough, Mr. Fisher, you are not an ordinary person. ”

He did not continue to attack, just like taking a simple halftime break. Fisher's magic just now shattered his default protective shield that could only be used once, but the fall seemed to have caused some damage to his human body.

Filron looked at the children who were unconsciously climbing towards Fisher and himself, then laughed, and said in a magnetic voice,

"A body without a soul will unconsciously crave for souls without [guidance], so they will approach you like this, but even if they feel the soul in our body, they can only make simple biting and foraging gestures, but their souls will never come back."

Filron lowered his head and picked up a child with blood coming out of his seven orifices. Just like he had done countless times before, the child subconsciously opened his mouth and bit Filron, but the child was still in the teething period, and biting on Filron's metal mask was no threat at all.

"They are all [minorities] who sacrificed for the majority. Even if the demihumans above will never know their contributions for some reason, I will always remember them." Filron touched the hair of the child in his arms, "Pochi. I want to be a painter in the future. I like steak the most and hate peas the most."

"Huh"

"Rick, I want to be an official in my city in the future and help me deal with a lot of documents."

"Woo"

"Teresa, I want to design beautiful clothes for the demihumans in the future, so that all races of demihumans can wear beautiful clothes."

"Hee."

The names were read out one by one, and the terrifying, unconscious whispers and roars of the children around him rose and fell in Filron's quiet voice like a lullaby.

"Even if they have no souls, I will always accompany them until they grow old and can no longer move. Their efforts are worth it, just like the warriors who sacrificed their lives for the country that Sannali remembers every year. They also dedicated themselves for the benefit of the majority. There is no difference."

Fisher just wanted to speak, but found that his trouser legs were being bitten by someone. He looked down and saw a girl with wolf ears biting his muscles unconsciously through his trouser legs. Her clothes were still the same as the last time they met that day, wearing a dark green dress.

That was Qi Qi.

"Ah. Ouch."

Fisher couldn't help but lower his head and take her head away, but saw that her equally gray and cold little face kept oozing blue blood, her eyeballs bulged out dully, and the blue blood left along the corners of her eyes was unknown whether it was tears or something else. Even though she was captured by Fisher, she kept biting in a daze.

Fisher's expression never changed until he caught a glimpse of the half-sealed envelope stained with blue blood in the bag of her dress. On the small envelope, Fisher's signature cursive words read,

"Fisher Benavides"

"Mr. Fisher, can I write to you when you return to Nari?"

Fisher's expression was gloomy, and he silently held Qiqi in his arms. When she began to bite Fisher's shoulders and neck mindlessly, Fisher suddenly grabbed her neck with both hands and broke the fragile lifeline.

Her soul had been taken away, and only their empty bodies were left here.

"Sure enough, Filorn."

Fisher stood up again with his cane. He looked at Filorn, who had also put the child down and stood up in the distance, and his expression was as cold as an ice cave.

"You'd better die, bastard."

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