Chapter 163 Determined

Sure enough, all of them were powerful enemies... Meka Anders looked down and saw that the flesh and blood of the three members of the Titan organization were splashed down, which looked extremely dazzling on the yellow sand ground.

He looked back and saw that the people around him were indifferent, not even showing the slightest expression.

"I knew it." Dane sighed and said:

“Even a large dark wizard organization like the Greek magic world is most likely to be a piece of shit in front of these people.

The pressure is so great. To grab the head of Uralos, we can only rely on luck. It would be great if he could take the initiative..."

He suddenly thought of something and patted Meka on the shoulder:

"Brother, I know you are pretty strong, but it's best to stay with me and I'll protect you."

When he said this, he patted his chest, looking confident.

Meka glanced at him and replied, "Have you put away your luggage after packing it last night?"

This guy laid out all his luggage last night and spread the entire room. He said he wanted to pack up two sets of clothes and bring them here to change. Otherwise, how could he maintain his grace if he was stained with blood?

"Ah?" Dane was stunned when he heard this, and then wailed: "It's broken, I put all my treasures on the bed, what if the girl who cleans the room sees it?"

What to do? It's cool, but it just exposed your true nature as a pervert. People have already noticed it anyway... Meka suddenly saw Morey, who came from the American wizarding world, stepping out of the crowd and walking towards the ruined city.

Several followers wrapped in black robes followed. Morey turned back and said:

"Now that we are all here, the heads of Uralos will depend on their own abilities, Misev."

Misev smiled slightly at him.

As soon as the words fell, Morey and Miserv, including their entourage, disappeared in an instant.

Apparently he entered the ruined city first.

"I'm going to decide Uralos' head." Alice from the Blade Mercenary Group glanced at the crowd with a somewhat aggressive look, and stretched out of the crowd.

Several members wearing floral shirts and denim outfits followed closely behind them. With a whisper, the figures of the five disappeared into the rolling yellow sand.

"Let's go, let's go!" someone among the remaining people shouted cheerfully,

"It depends on who has good skills and who is lucky enough to meet Ouralos first... Hehe, maybe this person will be me?"

Then everyone left, including the count's butler Arnos, who straightened his collar and walked into the high wall gate.

"Mard, everyone can apparate, right?" Dane cursed, "You guys seem to be country bumpkins. Hey, brother, come up here and I'll take you flying..."

He took out a broomstick and rode on it first. He turned around and patted the back seat, "Quick, don't be shy! We are all buddies."

What he said... Meka was a little speechless, and he replied: "You go first, I can follow you."

"Don't make trouble, brother, I know you didn't bring a broom." Dane said, "I have never held a man in this position before. Do you know how many girls' scents have been left on it? Here comes the throne!"

Yes, it is really a throne, but it easily hurts the buttocks and makes me want to vomit... Meka recalled the experience of sitting on his broom last time, her teeth were a bit sore, and she had no choice but to step on it.

"That's right, sit still..." Dane fell down with a sound.

"Wuhu!"

With the blessing of the world's top and highest-configuration brand-name broomstick, Meka felt as if he was sitting on an open-air cannonball, with a buzzing sound and a strong wind in his ears.

The two of them were flying high above the dilapidated city. When they lowered their heads, they saw an earth-yellow house underneath.

A member of the Titan organization who seemed to be on guard on the top of the building looked at this scene in a daze. He really couldn't understand how someone could be so arrogant and dare to fly above their own base?

"Seeking death!" He reacted, angrily raised his wand and pointed it at the two people above him.

A flame surged out.

The next second,

puff! !

A long arrow arrived first and pierced his head.

The whole head suddenly shattered like a watermelon, and red and white stuff poured out...

On the broomstick, Meka calmly put away her wand.

"This hand is so beautiful, brother..." Dane gave a thumbs up and prepared to land.

Suddenly, a horn sounded from another roof, followed by a roar:

"The enemy invades!!"

Woo——!

The sound of the horn seemed to have kicked off, and screams suddenly rang out from everywhere in the originally quiet and dilapidated city, and blood spread everywhere.

Figures walked out of the darkness one by one, and bloodbathed the entire Titan organization.

"Who are you?" As soon as Meka and the two landed on the roof, someone shouted in the house.

Meka turned around and looked through a glass window, seeing a yellow-headed boy with a hurried expression, pointing his wand at him.

Next to him, a girl with a sallow face and skinny skin had her skirt lifted up and pressed against the table. Her eyes were already straight, her mouth and nose were bleeding, and she was already dead.

He looked like he had gone through a lot of torture before he was alive, and his whole body was scarred, bruised and purple.

"What a beast!" Dane also saw it. He gritted his teeth and pointed his wand at the yellow-headed boy angrily:

"Did you do it?"

"I……"

This yellow-headed boy seemed to have little experience in this kind of fighting. He was frightened and took two steps back. He pulled down his pants, swallowed and said:

"No...I didn't do it alone..."

"It was not done by one person?!" Dane was furious.

He took a few steps at a time and rushed into the house with his wand, the light surging from the wand.

Suddenly, a bald man jumped out from behind the curtains and held a magic wand against Dane's head.

The panicked yellow-headed boy suddenly changed his face and laughed at Dane, saying with a ferocious look:

"So what if I killed him? You should die too!"

Buzz! The magic wand that the bald man held against Dane's head flashed.

A flash of fire shone out!

Bang! The flames ejected from the magic wand against Dane's forehead were offset by a layer of light armor.

This stunned the bald man and the yellow-headed boy.

What's going on? How can the spell be cast so quickly?

Dane was furious, still pointing his magic wand at the yellow-headed boy in front of him:

"You are the one who deserves to die!"

With a whisper, click! The heads of the two flew up, and the cuts were smooth, as if a sharp blade had passed through.

Then, blood gushed out!

Bang, bang, the headless bodies of the two fell to the ground.

"Damn, I'm so pissed off! How can there be such an ugly and disgusting thing?!" Dane stepped hard on the yellow-headed boy.

As expected of a playboy in the French magic world, his strength is as reliable as his financial resources... Meka took back the wand that was about to be used, walked into the house, and looked around.

In the corner, a young and thin man was tied with ropes and his mouth was blocked. He struggled and squirmed on the ground, tears welled up in his eyes, staring at the girl on the table, and cried.

Was he also kidnapped? Are they a couple... Meka looked at the girl's dead appearance, sighed in his heart, walked up and first untied the restraint on the man's mouth.

"Marco... Woo... My Marco..." The thin man burst into tears, and his voice was choked in his throat from time to time due to grief.

He was lying on the ground, and because the ropes were tied too tightly, his face could only be pressed against the ground. So with tears in his eyes, he begged Meka in a humble manner:

"Please! Please! Let me see Marceau again..."

Meka untied him, and he rushed to the girl like crazy, hugged her tightly, and then burst into tears, crying like a child.

After a while, the thin man calmed down a little. He tidied the girl's clothes and laid her flat on the ground.

"Marceau...Marceau..." His lips trembled, and one hand touched the girl's hungry yellow face. The hand trembled like a sieve, and even Meka beside him could feel the strong pain in his heart.

"It's okay...Marceau...It's okay..."

The thin man wiped the blood from the girl's mouth and nose with a twitching hand, wiped away the tears left in her eyes, and straightened the girl's messy hair bit by bit.

Then, he held the girl's head in his arms, letting her lean on his chest.

At this moment, Meka saw his neck, with purple marks. The marks were so deep that he must have been strangled to death.

The thin man stroked the girl's hair again and again, saying "It's okay, Marceau".

But his own tears and snot were all over his face, and there was also a blood mark on his face that ran through half of his face. It was also bleeding now, and it was a bit hideous.

"Kill me!" He suddenly raised his head and said this to Meka, which shocked Meka.

"Brother..." Dane on the side spoke, and he was a little reluctant:

"Your wife must not want you to do this..."

"Kill me! Please kill me!" The thin man seemed not to hear his words. He stroked his wife's head with one hand, and raised his head to make another stubborn plea.

Meka saw a trace of unshakable determination in his bloodshot eyes...

"I..." Meka sighed and said:

"Friend, I can't do it. If I kill you, I will feel guilty and sorry for your wife... Doesn't she want her to survive like you?"

"Brother." Dane also advised:

"Your wife must have missed you before she died. You want her to live well, and she must think so. If you die like this, her expectations will not be dashed..."

"I..." The thin man lowered his head and touched the girl's hair, and suddenly buried his head in his arms and cried loudly.

"This..." Dane looked at Meka helplessly.

"It seems that he needs to digest this fact... How about waiting here for a while and taking him with you?"

"Okay." Meka turned and walked downstairs, because there was a sound below, and it seemed that someone was about to rush up.

He was going to clean up these people from the Titan Organization and ask their leader, where Uralos was.

"I'll go with you too." Someone shouted downstairs, Dane heard it, and he followed Meka, as if worried that Meka would be in danger.

"Two people can take care of it, brother..."

The two just walked to the stairs.

Suddenly,

Puff!

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh.

Meka turned back suddenly, and a burst of blood spurted out. The thin man held the girl tightly, and the other hand held the bloody wood and stabbed it into his neck.

The blood covered half of his face.

He moved his mouth slightly and said to Meka:

"Thank you..."

As soon as the voice fell, a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth, and his head tilted.

The thin man and his wife snuggled together and fell into eternal sleep.

Meka was speechless, and Dane was stunned.

The chair next to him was missing a leg...

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