Chapter 1251
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"Don't waste time with him. Get in the car."
Inro pushed Zela away. Zela didn't use any strength and let Inro push him away.
As soon as they got in the car, they realized that Zela had a gun.
Not a small pistol like theirs, but a machine gun.
"Why … why isn't he fighting back?"
"He's definitely out of bullets …"
"Yes, four clips."
The two looked at Zela who was standing outside the car. Their expressions were a bit unnatural.
But Zela's smile was very natural and he kept smiling.
Lingam suddenly got out of the car and pointed his gun at Zela.
"Why aren't you fighting back?"
"Kid, you obviously don't know what you're facing." Zela still had that smile.
But his smile made Lingam's hair stand on end.
"Lingam, let's go. Don't waste time."
Suddenly, the dark forest path was suddenly enveloped by a red light.
Lingam and Inro looked up at the sky at the same time.
Then, they saw a ball of fire fall from the sky.
Inro scrambled down from the car.
Boom —
The fire fell on the roof of the car.
Zela took two steps back and fanned the heat.
Lingam and Inro were hit by the heat and fell to the ground.
They felt like their bodies were about to fall apart.
When they turned around, they saw a tall woman standing on the roof of the car with flames all over her body.
This woman was like the legendary Goddess of War, looking down on all beings in the flames.
"Gaia, it took me a lot of effort to modify this car."
Gaia shrugged. "The landing failed. I've been practicing landing in human form recently and couldn't do it accurately."
Lingam stood up with difficulty and looked at Gaia in fear. He turned around and ran into the forest.
"Not chasing?"
"He's running in the direction that Helith is coming from."
"Uh … I think we should stop him. Helith respects the chairman the most. Are you sure Helith won't kill this guy?"
"Helith knows what she's doing."
Inro twisted his butt and tried to sneak away.
Suddenly, a greatsword fell in front of Inro.
"If you want to lose a limb, keep crawling." Gaia looked down at Inro.
Ah —
Extremely tragic screams came from the forest.
Inro was startled. It was Lingam's voice.
Then, he saw Lingam running away frantically.
Inro saw the look on Lingam's face. It was obvious that he had encountered something even more terrifying in the woods.
Not long after, Helios walked out of the forest.
"Gaia, can I kill him?"
"If we kill him, Chen won't be able to come out."
"Alright, we'll wait for the guild leader to come out before we kill him." Haryl compromised.
"Who the hell are you people?"
"How much do you want? I can give you however much you want. A hundred thousand US dollars? No, no, five hundred thousand dollars. "
…
"Boss Chen, you're amazing. The man you just beat up was a professional boxer before he went to prison."
Professional boxer? Even if the boxing champion came, he would still be defeated.
"Is that guy famous?"
"Boss Chen, don't you see the news? That guy is a very famous boxer."
"What crime did he commit to get in here?"
"He raped his own daughter."
"F * ck, I should have killed him just now."
"That kind of scum. I hope he can meet White Nightmare."
"What White Nightmare?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.
Chen Zhao had seen Nightmares before, but he had never heard of a White Nightmare.
Norma had the bloodline of Nightmares. She could turn her soul into a Nightmare.
"I haven't seen it either, but in this prison, there is a legend about the White Nightmare Nightmares. It is said that the White Nightmare Nightmares will enter the prisoners' cells and kill them. Every time someone dies in the prison, someone will say that the White Nightmare Nightmares did it. The last time I came here, someone died. A prisoner said that his roommate was killed by the White Nightmare Nightmares."
Every prison had all kinds of legends, but most of them were made up.
When he was fighting in the ring, Chen Zhao had indeed felt magic.
However, it wasn't strong and he didn't feel any evil aura.
People often said that words were like the person. Some people could tell a person's state of mind and emotions from words.
Relatively speaking, words couldn't completely tell a person's good or evil, but magic could.
For example, Chen Zhao's magic was filled with violence and madness.
Gaia's magic was scorching and determined.
Helis's magic was obscure and impure.
Alyss had told Chen Zhao that some spiritualists would go to special places to practice magic.
For example, prisons were often visited by people who practiced black magic.
Practicing black magic didn't mean that they were evil. For example, Helis was the representative of black magic. Her magic was impure, but it wasn't evil.
"Whatever, let's not talk about this. It's so uncomfortable to talk about this at night."
After the lights went out, Chen Zhao heard Morocco mumbling.
At the same time, an ethereal aura appeared.
Chen Zhao turned his head and saw wisps of white gas seeping in from the crack of the door.
The white gas gradually gathered into a white creature.
The creature was as white as snow and had a cat's head. It wasn't tall, less than 80 centimeters, and it stood upright.
It looked like a cat demon. The creature bounced lightly and stuck to the wall. Then it jumped to the ceiling and hung upside down.
It walked a few steps upside down on the ceiling until it was above Morocco. Then it swooped down.
The cat demon wasn't invisible. Morocco could feel it when it fell.
Morocco opened his eyes and saw the cat demon on him.
He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. He couldn't even move.
The cat demon reached out with its claws and slowly grabbed Morocco's neck.
Morocco wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move at all.
It was as if a ghost was pressing down on him. His body tensed up.
The cat demon was very small. It probably didn't weigh more than 20 kilograms.
Normally, a creature of this size wouldn't be able to harm Morocco's body at all.
Morocco was 1.8 meters tall, but he weighed 110 kilograms. He was more than ten times the cat demon's weight.
However, the cat demon's seemingly weak claws made it hard for him to breathe when it grabbed Morocco's neck.
"Help … help … me …"
Morocco turned his head with difficulty. He wanted to cry for help, to ask Chen Zhao for help.
But his voice was very weak and he had trouble breathing, like a drowning person.
However, he saw that Chen Zhao seemed to be looking at him.
Morocco couldn't make a sound. He could only move his mouth to ask for help.
Suddenly, the cat demon realized that Chen Zhao was looking at it too.
Hiss, hiss —
The cat demon hissed at Chen Zhao.
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