The old man drove the God-Slaying Puppet around the city but could not find a trace of Merlin. Ever since they left the civilian area, the God-Slaying Puppet quieted down. It only executed its basic commands meticulously and was very quiet.
As time went by, the old man grew more and more anxious, especially since Olavia was still hanging behind him. In the end, he had no choice but to return to the slums full of shacks.
However, the moment the God Slaying Puppet stepped into the shacks, its red crystal eyes immediately lit up.
The old man slapped his head. He knew that he had been fooled again. Since the God-Slaying Puppet was sensitive to origin power, where could Merlin run to? Other than hiding in a place rich in origin power, he had no other choice.
Merlin also knew that his plan was flawed but he was basically at his wit's end now. If he did not use this method, he would not be able to shake off those two annoying little tails.
However, Merlin knew very well in his heart that it was impossible for his opponent to be kept in the dark forever. His biggest problem now was still the God-slaying Puppet that did not dare to exist. The latter could constantly lock onto his position, which made it impossible for him to use many of his techniques. He was incomparably passive.
Merlin ignored the corpse of the cheap "old man" beside him and sat on the spot, thinking about his next step.
However, in the next moment, a black shadow suddenly descended from the sky and attacked his back.
Along the way, the old man had thought it through. Merlin must have his own disguise and it would not be easy to see through his disguise. Since that was the case, it would be more convenient to kill everyone.
Of course, killing also required technique. At this time, many people in the civilian area had run away but there were still many who did not move. Most of them were old and weak, ready to resign themselves to fate. The old man started with the little girl, not because he sensed anything but purely because the little girl was closest to the pot of god's blood. In order to cover his tracks as much as possible, Merlin must be near the pot.
In the end, when the God-Slaying Puppet's fist landed, the little girl was no longer on the ground.
The old man was overjoyed. He did not expect that he would hit the jackpot on his first try.
Then, Merlin's figure appeared next to the shack again. He held onto the wooden door and panted. "Let's discuss something. Can we take a break first?"
The old man sneered. "Do you think I'll give you this chance to recover your strength?"
"This kind of thing is the same as a relationship. How would you know if you don't try?" Merlin put his hands on his hips.
However, what greeted him was a merciless iron fist. This time, Merlin's movements were half a beat too slow. After all, he had just lost so much blood, and he was dragging an injured shoulder. His body was much weaker than before, and he didn't manage to dodge the attack. He only had time to put his other arm in front of his chest, and then he heard a puff. The muscles on the arm he used to block the attack burst open, and blood splattered everywhere.
Merlin's current appearance was also very miserable. His entire body was covered in blood, and white bone stubble could be seen. Both of his arms were crippled, and his body fell heavily to the ground. He could not even get up on his own.
The old man shook his head. The corners of his mouth curled up into a sarcastic smile. "Why bother? Instead of being a god, he chose to make us his enemy, and ended up like this. "
Merlin lay in a pool of blood and moved his lips.
The old man did not hear him clearly, so he took two steps forward and put his ear close to him. In the end, he heard Merlin say with his last bit of strength, "The curve of your buttocks isn't bad …"
The old man was surprised but he was not angry. Now that he had the absolute upper hand, he naturally would not be angry with a person who was about to die. He said to the God-slaying Puppet beside him, "Do it."
The God-slaying Puppet raised its foot and aimed it at Merlin's head. If its foot landed, even a rock would burst. However, in the next moment, a wall of water appeared between the God-slaying Puppet and Merlin.
The God-slaying Puppet did not care. It acted as if it did not see the wall of water at all, and continued to stomp at the same pace. However, an Elemental Hand appeared in the air and dragged the injured Merlin to Oravian.
"You're asking for death!" The old man raised his eyebrows and shouted.
"I owe you one. Give me the address, and I'll give you a bag of Philosopher Stones some other day," Merlin said to the female Wizard.
"Let's talk about that after we survive." Oravian smiled bitterly.
Back then, she and Merlin were no match for the enemy even when they teamed up. Now that she was alone, the situation suddenly became even worse.
However, in the next moment, her gaze was attracted by a black dot in the distant sky.
Merlin whistled. "The man you like is a little slow."
The female Wizard raised her eyebrows and said sternly, "Senior, can you not make such a joke?"
"I'm sorry, my head is broken. Please don't take it to heart." Merlin admitted his mistake with a good attitude.
Oravian was annoyed and amused at the same time.
The appearance of the alchemy airship caused the old man's expression to change. He had destroyed the teleportation circle a day in advance, and Oravian's appearance was unexpected. If the female Wizard was cultivating in seclusion here, it could be considered a coincidence. However, the alchemy airship that appeared in the sky was completely unexpected. He did not even know where the reinforcements came from.
The old man did not dare to hesitate anymore and urged the God-slaying Puppet, "Quick, kill them."
"Then you'll have to get through me first." A voice came from behind him.
Noticing the strange movement in the west of the city, Vicen Haier made a prompt decision and used Instant Transmission to enter the city first. He arrived almost instantaneously. His arrival also meant that Oravian and Merlin had officially received strong reinforcements.
The old man's face was ashen. With the God-slaying Puppet in hand, he was not afraid of a mere ninth-level Supreme Wizard. However, the other party did not need to defeat them. As long as they could stall for some time, the reinforcements would arrive one after another, and by then, the one in a bad situation would be him.
However, at this juncture, he could no longer retreat. He remembered the orders of those things, and he knew the consequences of disobeying them very well. Therefore, this time, not only did he urge the God-slaying Puppet, but he also rushed forward himself.
"What, are you anxious after losing? Are you going to do something desperate?" This time, it was Merlin's turn to mock him.
This guy did not want to lose at all. He was obviously half-dead, but when he scolded people, he was full of vigor and prestige.
The old man did not answer. He just kept attacking fiercely. He knew that he did not have many chances left. At most, he had two more minutes. If he could not take down the two people in front of him, it was almost impossible to kill Merlin. The other party had an alchemy airship, a flying vehicle, and the monsters in the city could not trap them.
Unfortunately, this time, fate did not stand by his side. He had only started two rounds of attacks when Dardarion's figure appeared in front of him. The leader of the Sorcerer's Association had rushed over using Teleportation. He was only slightly slower than Wiesenhair.
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