Chapter 4308 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eight) Bone Transformation
The person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." At least he feels that At that moment, he was no longer strangled by those hairs, but what he saw in the next moment made him even more frightened.
When the hair was no longer extended, the hair around the man in blue armor holding the two swords turned into many white bones, which fell on the white bones turned into flying knives on the ground.
Soon, the man in blue armor with the two swords in his hands turned into a pile of bones, falling on top of the previous bones.
The person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." Seeing this scene, he thought that he might soon be buried in that pile of bones. Among them. He really wanted to look away, but it was still impossible no matter what.
After the pile of bones disappeared, the person who said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." saw other blue-armored people who had been killed by him again. Every time They were all frightened.
During this process, he was also distracted from dealing with the gray-hand people, and heard what the gray-hand people and the brown-hand people said. His heart was moved by the scene of blood flowing on the red round plate and the scene between the gray-hand people and the brown-hand people. The brown-hand man's words and actions stimulated him together. For a moment, he even felt that he could be done with it if he died here.
Just when the brown-hand man said "Gather!", the left hand and right hand of the man who had said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me" were killed by the gray-hand man respectively. After grasping the four hands of the brown-handed man, he felt that various strange faces appeared on the flowing blood on the red disk. Most of those faces were familiar to him, but he couldn't tell who they were. Many of the faces were a mixture of faces he had seen before. He didn't want to look any further, and once again tried to separate his hand from the hands of the gray-hand man and the brown-hand man, but he heard the conversation between the two.
The man with gray hands said: "He actually wants to take his hands out!"
The man with brown hands said: "Fantasy."
The man with gray hands said: "I don't even want to take this step. I just want to raise his hands directly."
The man with brown hands said: "This step requires us to hold his hand for a long time, so we have to be patient."
The man with gray hands said: "I don't like how hard he insists on struggling even though he can't run away. I don't want to do this, so I just want to skip this process." "As if I like his struggle!" said the man with brown hands, "But this We can’t skip the process. If we want to know more about his situation, we can only do this now.”
"Originally, I wanted him to suffer, but now it's almost us." said the gray-handed man.
The man with brown hands said: "Actually, he is the one suffering. We just need some patience."
The gray-handed man said: "Indeed, he must have been so frightened that he almost flew away when he saw those."
The man with brown hands said: "Our process took so long this time, he should thank us."
"Thank you?" the gray-hand man said, "We didn't do anything beneficial to him, right?"
"Why not?" said the brown-hand man, "Aren't we doing things that are beneficial to him now?"
The man with gray hands asked: "Why is it so advantageous?"
"He's bound to hear something coming from there soon, isn't he?" asked the brown-hand man.
(End of chapter)