Chapter 649 Sign Language Master
Probably when he found that he couldn't straighten his waist or straighten his legs, Yan's broken mouth became more and more active. It was another sign that he couldn't do by himself. A strong order of control.
Even if Milo doesn't have the energy to respond or talk to him for the time being, Yan can still talk endlessly for his own entertainment.
However, Milo did not have the strength to deal with him.
Some people can’t stand it.
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“Isn’t it said that the death of a superior is different from death in the traditional sense?”
“Strange, where did I hear this statement?”
"Hey wait...I think I feel it."
"Some sticky stuff, wow, my shit really got kicked out by her."
"You're miserable, she has my shit on her hands."
"Is this what their gods like to see? Then they should really go to a banquet at Duler Manor."
"Why haven't you spoken? It will make me look less smart."
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I don't know when the Scarlet Witch has turned back.
Yan couldn't see the direction of Milo. He turned his back to Milo and the Scarlet Witch and kept talking.
I didn’t realize anything until I found the familiar dark red robe and large ferocious vines reappearing in the corner of my field of vision.
The next second, his throat was pinched.
“Huh?”
Yan was stunned for a second.
Then he used the last little time to shout something that no one except Milo could understand:
"I just remembered who that person was, Aya Ferguson! The lamplighter ..."
Halfway through this meaningless sentence.
Yan’s tongue was pulled out by the Scarlet Witch...
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The Scarlet Witch still kept squeezing Yan with one hand.
Throw away the torn, bloody piece of hideous flesh.
But I found that the half-dead thing hanging in the air was still twitching.
He kept vomiting blood in his mouth, and the severe pain made his face twitch and his body tremble, but he was not dead, or not yet.
But even in this miserable situation, he still refused to let go of his desire for expression.
Even though his entire throat was torn out, he still raised his hand tremblingly and gestured with sign language.
However, we know that Yan is not a studious person. He has never learned sign language at all. Fortunately, what he wants to express is not very complicated.
Probably so.
Point to yourself - point to the other person - draw a circle to represent "family" - then draw a hole with the index finger and thumb of your left hand - move the index finger of your right hand in and out of the hole... …
This level of sign language can probably be understood by anyone with normal intelligence.
Probably...
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The mud-like Yan was thrown back to the ground to die.
For some unknown reason, the Scarlet Witch did not kill Yan. It should be said that the will from the temple did not choose to kill Yan completely.
Yan Ziran, who was knocked back to the ground, was unable to turn his head and look at the Scarlet Witch.
The Scarlet Witch has left.
But Yan is still holding up his middle finger.
But the next second a slender vine swept through the air, and then his stubborn middle finger flew away from his palm and landed in a gap in the ruins a few meters away.
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Without the nagging voice, this narrow corner of the battlefield was finally completely enveloped in a depressing atmosphere.
Yan exited the battle in a very personal way.
He has probably already acquiesced that his life has come to an end, because his tongue was torn out, his middle finger was cut off, and his penis, which has long been unable to feel its existence, is equivalent to all his tools for committing crimes. They were all confiscated...
And the second person to stop the Scarlet Witch was naturally the Wendigo.
The previous assassin named Elo had been completely torn into pieces by the Wendigo.
Probably this person who specialized in ambush and assassination never dreamed that he would choose the creature in the worst condition on the battlefield as his target, but he would be the first to be killed.
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The Wendigo swallowed the debris from most of Elo's body.
Those roots may be stronger than metal weapons, but they can only taste like noodles in its mouth.
The only problem was that there was too much noodles.
So much so that when this gray-white ball of fur stepped on the ruins in front of Milo with its five-centimeter paws and faced the Scarlet Witch, he accidentally burped, and then a piece of "noodle" It came out from the nostrils.
It then took a strong breath and shook back the noodles hanging from its nostrils.
A new round of fighting has begun.
But this is a battle with no perfect ending in sight.
The opponent cannot be killed and is controlled by the gods on the other side of the world's barrier.
What if the former Windrunner is here?
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“He is dead?”
The terrifying fog shrouded the Prayer Square.
Dillashaw was very sure that the two familiar auras of Shadow and Night Demon that he could feel were diminishing and weakening at an extremely fast speed.
In his memory, these two guys are the most dangerous monsters. He has witnessed the shocking scene of Milo fighting with the incarnation of the god with his bare hands, and also felt the oppression of the Night Demon at full power.
Dillashaw has the blessing of the golden tree. He can see the intensity of life activity that cannot be captured from the perspective of conventional creatures, which is similar to a continuously burning flame.
However, for these two extremely powerful guys, the fire that symbolized their lives now had only embers left.
"Are they really all dead?"
Dillashaw felt a little frightened.
He once firmly believed that as long as he went to the Prayer Square, no sin would be able to enter the church door behind him.
But when he "saw" the burning fire on the other side of the Scarlet Mountains, he was slightly shaken.
Until this moment, I suddenly realized that the two most powerful souls I knew were slowly disintegrating, and Dillashaw's confidence and determination were gone.
"It's impossible..."
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"What are you talking to yourself about?"
Watatsu sat at the bottom of the steps and was silent for a long time. Crow said in a muffled voice.
He didn't even bother to look back at Dillashaw.
There was a lot of disdain for the contract organization school of thought in his tone.
It seems that you can still hear sighs of unknown meaning.
“I can’t even protect myself and I’m still staring at others...”
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“What do you mean?”
Astonishment flashed across Dillashaw's face for a second.
Immediately, I let go of my mental power as quickly as possible and swept through the entire church building complex. After some inspection, I found nothing abnormal.
At this moment, he was somewhat nervous.
In comparison, the two masters and apprentices of the Mensis School at the bottom of the steps looked dull from beginning to end.
The raven spoke again:
"So..."
"The child knew what he was going to face, but he didn't tell you at all?"
(End of Chapter)