Helith walked out.

But she still had a head in her hand.

Everyone saw Helith coming out of the Death Canyon and made a way out.

"Halice, in principle, we do not object to your murder, but we cannot tolerate a change of state. If we throw this head away, we are still our own people." West said.

"I'm not a pervert..." Helis threw her head helplessly: "I just want something in his head."

"Okay, next time you hold your head, can you find something to pick it up?"

"I don't have anything to wrap on my hands. My clothes are expensive and I don't want to wrap this disgusting head." Helith said.

"Go to find something that can be packed by yourself. By the way, how long will it take for you to extract the things in your head? Can it be done locally in Norway? Or do you need to bring it back to your country?"

“It takes a long time.”

"Okay, it seems I need to find a way to send this head back to our house."

Helith glanced at the scene: "Has I missed something?"

Magri Modric saw that head.

He recognized Riblik, who was the one who tried his best to join the Holy Fire Sect.

Of course, in the end, he handed over Riblick to those organizations with his own hands.

So he remembers it very clearly, even though many years have passed.

That crazy, changing state, full of evil terrifying madman.

That was an invincible madman.

Magri Modric remembers it very clearly, Riblick!

But they met again today, and they met again in this way.

Riblick had only one head left.

The face of that head was also full of shock and shock.

How could this happen? Who is that girl in black?

How could she kill Riblik?

How could that terrifying madman be killed by a girl?

"Hellis, don't snatch me. I want to live that person named Tyrant... West, you prepare too, he will also send him back to the headquarters." Jolin Nash said.

"Who is called a tyrant?" Helis asked curiously: "Which one is it? It's very powerful, right? At least one-tenth of the president's ability to call this name."

"It's that guy." Jolin Nash pointed at Magri Modric: "But now this nickname belongs to me. He has a magic, and I like it very much."

Magri Modric suddenly felt a little chill.

He touched Helith's gaze.

He found that Helith was a little interested in him.

This girl just killed Riblik.

Magri Modric doesn't feel that he can compete with Riblik.

I don't think I can fight against the one who killed Riblik.

This is a real level crush.

"Okay OK, okay, I won't do it." Helis shrugged.

In fact, her magic has not yet recovered.

In the battle with Riblik just now, she used the Abyss Demon.

Now it cannot be said that there is no combat power at all.

But it is definitely not the peak state.

The battle in Death Canyon just now also satisfied her.

So for the time being, she doesn't want to do it yet.

Furthermore, these enemies are really too weak compared to Riblik.

Several of them did not take action.

Two-thirds have been cleaned up.

Now only one-third of the people are left.

No one expected the people of the Holy Fire Church, including Magri Modric.

These Americans are so strong.

"Escape..." I don't know who shouted.

However, they could not escape the man-eating beast.

White-faced Ghost Tsuki likes this kind of people-killing game that chases fish and escapes the most.

Except for one Geira who needs to supervise the White-Faced Ghost, everyone else stayed in place.

Jolin Nash looked at Magri Modric with a smile on his face.

"Look, give me the magic just now, and I'll let you leave."

Magri Modric's face was pale.

But Delin's face was paler.

Because he suddenly realized the mistake he had made.

He misjudged these Americans.

These Americans didn't see them really taking action along the way.

But this does not mean they have no strength.

The most important point is that he is a betrayer.

What makes people hate more than the enemy is the betrayer.

For example, in Germany after World War II, ordinary soldiers would not go to military courts.

Because they are just chess pieces being manipulated.

Only those generals and leaders went to the military court.

And those betrayers.

Magri Modric's eyes flashed, and he was looking for a chance to break through.

The only thing he is grateful for now is that he is an elemental fire system, he has not taken any risk alone, has not penetrated the other party's front, and has always stood on the periphery.

So he was thinking about whether he would turn around and run away now.

Is there any chance?

"Do you want to escape?" Jolin Nash has too much combat experience.

Looking at Magri Modric's eyes, Jolin Nash guessed his intention.

Magri Modric was secretly angry, damn little girl.

Why is your intuition so keen?

"The Protector...we...we surrender." Nalev was already desperate.

Is this still the psychic from the magic desert?

It's like the Chinese national football team suddenly ran to the Champions League and then abused a team of giants.

It wasn't that I won, but that I played 10:0.

This result is so ridiculous and unacceptable.

"There are too few people, so there is not enough division at all." Mo Yide complained.

In fact, he can handle most of the enemies alone.

Magri Modric gritted his teeth and shouted: "I demand a fair duel with you. If I win, I demand the right to have."

Everyone looked at Magri Modric, not sure they were surprised by Magri Modric's choice.

Still surprised by his courage.

In fact, Magri Modric is just trying to give it a try now.

He didn't think he could escape.

He was not good at speed at all. If he wanted to rely on his own feet to escape from this forest and the strong men in front of him.

It is completely impossible.

That's why he came up with such a weird request.

"What if you lose?" Jolin Nash asked.

"Then I will accept being your captive."

"Farke, you are a prisoner now." Jolin Nash cursed. She was not a lady.

If you are a lady, you won’t want to get this nickname just because you think the nickname of Tyrant is powerful.

"If you lose, then hand over the magic." Jolin Nash said, "How is it?"

"Not very good." Magri Modric knew very well that the magic was his life-saving capital. If he handed over it, he would completely become a lamb on the other party's chopping board.
Chapter completed!