Even goblins are dangerous in this other world!

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It was as if a god had descended and struck the world with a hammer.

The force of this attack spread far and wide, reaching Bandanda, the capital, and Rovanpu.

On this day, everyone heard a loud bang sooner or later, as if it were a divine revelation.

Nightingale was frantically fleeing, trying to avoid the aftershocks of the battle, but she couldn't escape in time. Her body was instantly flipped over, and she was hit as if by a heavy punch. She spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, her clothes were torn to shreds, and most of her bones were broken.

It let out a miserable cry, but immediately turned its head to look at the battlefield. There was no time for pain. Its eyes were fixed on the space shrouded in nothingness.

The area was shrouded in a grayish-white mist, making it difficult to discern the battle situation.

The shock it felt at that moment was beyond measure. It knew Luo Xiu was strong, but it never expected him to be this strong.

That attack just now had already reached the limit of this world; even at their peak, they probably couldn't have done that much.

Having experienced this level before, it understood the terror of this attack even more. If it was injured like this even though it wasn't in the center of the collision, its cousin was probably in grave danger.

really.

Large bursts of dark red light erupted from the area where black and gray intertwined, instantly spreading throughout the entire world and staining the sky blood-red. Trees rapidly regenerated and rose from the ground amidst this blood mist.

The dark red blood mist seemed endless, spreading continuously into the distance.

Upon seeing this, Nightingale instantly understood what was happening and swiftly accelerated the surge of demonic energy in her hands, causing the teleportation array to be set up at breakneck speed.

Even so, it still felt it wasn't fast enough, so it recklessly mobilized all the remaining primal demonic energy within its body and poured it into the magic array.

Hurry up, damn it.

Sweat was beading on its forehead; it understood all too well what the scene before it represented.

As expected, when Luo Xiu gently waved his hand to peel away the blood mist, he saw that the two giant arms that were originally in the air were now reduced to half.

The wound, the size of a lake, was exposed to the air in a gruesome manner, gushing blood.

The two legs that were originally standing were now kneeling on the ground, and the towering upper body descended to a visible position for the first time.

"Uh-huh——"

The Cyclops was howling in agony.

That blow hurt terribly.

In its long life, it had never suffered such a severe blow.

One and a half of that massive, pillar-like arm vanished in the attack, its shredded flesh and blood filling the billowing, spreading mist.

However, Luo Xiu clearly did not want to waste the Supreme Domain he had deployed, and made another move in an instant.

"Boom boom boom——"

With each explosion, the Cyclops's once indestructible body was visibly riddled with terrifying holes as Luo Xiu gradually broke apart and vanished.

Soon, the Cyclops's body was in ruins, with seven or eight tenths of its flesh gone. The only intact part of its body was its head, which was now shedding tears of blood that cascaded down like a waterfall.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Nightingale felt pain for the Cyclops as he watched this scene, and was so frightened that he quickly accelerated the injection of magic into the circle in his hand.

"ended."

Luo Xiu murmured softly, indicating he had no intention of holding back.

"you are the first."

His words, though spoken softly like a sigh, struck the Cyclops like thunder, sending a shiver down his spine.

He realized that the man in front of him was going to kill him.

How can this be? ! !

He was a demon! The other was just a human! How dare he?!

Anger once again seized his mind, but he found that he was completely unable to move.

Luo Xiu's domain had expanded to cover the entire forest, which in turn covered his body.

The anger receded slowly like the tide in the face of helplessness, and when the tide went out, only fear remained.

He realized that Luo Xiu in front of him really wanted to kill him.

How could this be? How could it be?

He kept wailing, fear constantly eroding his heart; he... was afraid.

So much so that he turned his head to look in the direction of the nightingale, and howled in agony:

"【**&**】, help me!!! Help me—"

His deep voice trembled with fear. The nightingale, startled by his call, shuddered. Looking at the Cyclops who had been chatting and laughing with it just minutes before, it felt a pang of pity.

Its magic array was indeed enough for both of them to leave together, but...

It glanced at Luo Xiu, who was in that chaotic realm, and saw Luo Xiu smiling at it, and immediately shuddered.

"I'm sorry, brother..."

It sighed deeply and instantly disappeared into the magic circle.

"No...no, please..."

As the nightingale abandoned him and left, the Cyclops howled in despair.

“You will be afraid too.”

Luo Xiu sighed. He had now become the master of this area, and killing the Cyclops in front of him would only require a thought.

"Unfortunately, I've seen far too many of these howls, in places you can't see, in your amusement, there are far too many such wails and screams, which you've never heard and will never understand..."

"Howling is always the same as howling, and pain is always the same as pain. It doesn't change because of race."

"I don't expect you to understand."

He waved gently.

The chaotic aura, like a sharp sword, instantly pierced the Cyclops's single eye.

He didn't look at the Cyclops again, letting him dissipate into the vast expanse of primal demonic energy amidst despair and resentment, and walked towards the goblin and moonbear tribe.

Seeing those once terrifying and ferocious monsters now trembling in fear at his approach, he said softly:

"This is war."

Since it's impossible to distinguish right from wrong, let's just go with the law of the jungle.

……

……

The nightingale fell from the magic circle, and flew around in the air for a few dizzy circles by flapping its bone wings before it could figure out its direction.

At this moment, it is on a vast and boundless sea.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, brother."

It seemed to still be reeling from the scene it had just witnessed, gritting its teeth as it flew toward the location of the black-robed figure.

"【&*&*&】He will believe me. Only if the two of us join forces can we have the last sliver of a chance to win. I know there is a way to turn the tide here."

Chapter 267 The Chase 6

After flying for an unknown amount of time, the nightingale finally spotted the small island standing in the middle of the sea. The three lonely coconut trees in the center of the island had never made it so happy as it had today.

With a flap of its bone wings, it transformed into a streak of dark light and sped forward, landing on the island.

The figure in black robes was reclining on a deck chair reading when Nightingale suddenly arrived, appearing in human form. He put down his autobiography in confusion.

"How did you come?"

"【&&*&&】is dead."

Nightingale's opening statement was a bombshell; the black-robed figure's pupils constricted sharply, and it took a few seconds for his expression to return to normal.

"This joke isn't funny, [**&**]."

“This is not a joke.”

The nightingale removed its beak mask, revealing a slightly immature boyish face beneath. At that moment, its bangs were disheveled, and its eyes looked tired.

The figure in black robes froze.

The nightingale disliked having its child-like face seen by others, so it usually appeared in bird form. Even when it transformed into human form, it would never reveal its true appearance. But now, it had directly removed its mask, causing him to subconsciously begin to consider the truthfulness of the nightingale's words.

It was only then that he noticed the bird-beak mask in Nightingale's hand was tattered and broken, and that she seemed to be covered in wounds.

"Who hurt you like this..."

His voice unconsciously softened until he finally stopped, because Nightingale took off her black robe, revealing seven or eight bloody holes in her back.

The black-robed figure's pupils contracted again, and even his breath stopped for a moment.

He stared at the nightingale, sat up from the deck chair, and unconsciously reached for the wine glass beside him with his right hand, but after a long time he couldn't find it, he finally gave up and fell silent.

After a long while... he finally spoke again:

"Really dead?"

There was no excitement at losing a competitor, nor sadness in his words, only a deep weariness.

The weariness was exactly the same as that on the nightingale's face.

"Really dead."

Nightingale remained expressionless and put her black robe back on.

"Did you kill him?"

The figure in black robes turned around to grab a wine glass, only to realize that there was no wine glass around at all.

"If I had killed him, I wouldn't be here now."

"The nightingale said calmly."

The figure in black robes nodded and looked at Nightingale:

"Do you know that if I kill you now, I'll be the only winner?"