Chapter 21

Noah stood in the rain and took a deep breath to prevent himself from being shocked.

Then he laughed, his smile was desperate and helpless.

Sure enough, this guy is not normal, he thought so. When he looked at Blacka, he just felt like he was watching a fight between evil spirits.

From just now, they realized that something was wrong with Blacka.

The child does not hesitate and seems to feel no pain.

His actions are completely unpredictable, but they are effectively frightening.

This is a monster, almost everyone agrees.

In Blacka's eyes, everyone is so brave and calm, but she doesn't know what to do.

But in the eyes of others, he is simply the same scary thing as the pig.

At the beginning, everyone might be able to do some help.

But now, all of them are just bystanders because they don't know where to intervene.

I don't know since when, Blacka's whole body began to slowly turn red. It might be a burn, or it might be her body temperature rising.

His own temperature has been getting higher and higher, and he has been able to evaporate the rain falling on his body like a pig.

He is like an evil ghost now, moving so fast that it is almost impossible to observe with the naked eye.

He only had a wood-cutting ax in his hand, and he himself was just a boy who had not yet truly grown up.

Blacka's whole body was covered in blood, and he looked really miserable. His left arm was completely floating on the side of his body. His chest was sunken, and scarlet could be faintly seen in the opening that had just been made by the blade.

He was limping even when he walked, as if he might fall down at any time.

His enemies are pig-shaped, pig-thief dependents, who are the absolute top threat even in the black forest. The three knives can be swung with almost no gaps.

Until now, it has still not caused any real damage. As long as this guy releases high temperature, all the damage caused before will return to nothingness after cooling down.

It stands to reason that this is a completely incomparable battle, but the winner has never been decided.

Blacka was still holding on. He didn't know why this guy could still move. It was even more difficult to understand why this guy could block such a level of attack with that funny weapon and waving movements.

Everything was so unreasonable, Noah felt like he was having a nightmare.

But he didn't come here to dream. He opened his white robe, took out several silver spikes from behind and threw them at the pig shape.

They were chopped apart without even returning to a straight trajectory. After scattering in the air, they did not fall directly to the ground. Instead, they lit up with golden holy light in the darkness.

Noah took out the scriptures from his pocket. In the heavy rain, his scriptures were all covered with water, but he didn't even damage the pages when he turned them over. He chanted difficult words and used dozens of sharp knives gathered by the holy mana to strike.

It bursts out using broken silver as a medium.

Then it fell on the pig-shaped body without causing any degree of damage.

However, the goal has been achieved. The pig shape paused briefly for the first time in the dark night. When it moved hard, all the places where the golden light fell were cracked.

When the temperature was not enough, he could only rely on corruption to keep the gold flowing in his body, and the holy magic dispelled the corruption. That part of the gold solidified immediately.

Solidified gold cannot move at a large angle, and it will break if you make large movements.

But the pig type didn't even have time to wait for the corruption to allow this part of the body to move again. He had to twist his body to block Blacka's attack - it's unimaginable that this guy would actually take the initiative to attack, even if he already looked rotten

Zombie, but he still bounced up in the air with incomprehensible actions, swinging the logging ax in his hand high.

It's very simple, just like chopping wood, lift it up and chop it down.

Blacka thought this mentally. He had a headache from just now and his body lost consciousness. He didn't know what he was doing, let alone how others saw him.

His head began to hurt. When had he been to a similar place during such heavy rain? And why did he come here?

This is the Black Forest, a place that is absolutely forbidden to enter.

So why do you have an impression of the Black Forest?

Blacka doesn't know, doesn't know clearly. He doesn't want to know what kind of past he has, he just knows that it was a nightmare. The nightmare is over, and he only needs to live in gray and monotony every day to be happy.

So, why did I have to come to the nightmare again? Why did I agree to this employment after being so excited?

Blacka didn't know, he simply tried to control his body, but he only roughly knew that he was stagnant in the air, with the sound of wind, people's shouts, pigs' roars, and the stinging pain of rain hitting his body in his ears.

Even if parts of himself were shattered, the pig-like figure could not block the blow when his ax fell on him. Blacka seized the first opportunity after nightfall.

The high temperature once again enveloped the air waves, and Blacka was blown away by the hot water vapor. This time, he was too close, and his whole body was burned like a crab. And his body also reached its limit. For a brief moment, he lost control.

He held his neck.

Blacka felt the sound of heavy breathing. He watched the pig grab him and get closer to take a closer look. Two rows of eyes looked at him at the same time.

What was grabbing his neck was the pig-shaped auxiliary limb that had been vacant since it had just projected the broad blade. Although it was a bit thin compared to a normal arm, Blacka was lifted up in his hand. Only then did people realize this.

The child's body is not strong and he is pitifully light.

The temperature of this hand was also frighteningly high. Blacka felt that her neck was already cooked, and the temperature of her blood began to slowly rise. The blood in her whole body slowly increased in such a high temperature.

He should have fainted, should have died. It is not a sad thing at all now. He has been in unbearable pain, but he is still living so sadly.

Blacka opened his mouth and vomited blood. The breath he brought out was hot. There were arteries here, and the high-temperature blood flowing along the blood vessels made his whole body extremely hot.

He tried to struggle, but he felt like the world was spinning. He reached out and grabbed everywhere in vain. It was like a person falling into the water trying to grab something floating.

But he couldn't hold on to anything, and he only felt an unbearable pain in his head.

Now he shouldn't care about the headache when his whole body hurts so much, but now he only feels the pain in his head that makes him collapse.

But why can he still hear the sound of his heart beating? He beats it so hard, sending blood with increasing temperature to the whole body.

The thief didn't know when he let go, and Blacka felt like she was falling to the ground like an unwanted bag.

He seemed to have just finished moving at high speed, and his body had gained inertia and would roll on the ground.

It was also because they were on a downhill slope and he was rolling along the slope.

This was really fatal. Few bones in his body were intact. As he rolled, these bones punctured his body with holes.

Oh, please, let me die.

Blacka only had this thought in his mind. He couldn't bear the pain. He just subconsciously wanted to die.

His eyes had been burned out by the high temperature just now, he could not see anything, and the world was dark for him.

The high temperature was suddenly relieved in an instant - he fell into the water.

The end of this downhill slope was in a pond, where water splashed and the high temperature even evaporated a large amount of steam.

Not far away, Thief Pig silently looked at his auxiliary limb - half melted, which was why he let go.

By chance, I passed by a pond and this guy fell into the water.

As for the fight where he just attacked the crowd?

The fight was pointless now. The pig-like creature caught Blacka and quickly left the scene.

This guy's logic is almost completely impossible to find. This guy robbed Blacka and ran away without paying attention to those humans who could obviously be easily killed.

To put it simply, it ran away with this guy, or evacuated. When it came to an unknown pond, Blacka broke free and fell into the water.

?The injury was so serious that he had almost no chance of surviving.

But the pig knew that this guy must not be dead. It stood by the water and waited for a long, long time.

...

It was pitch black, and Blacka couldn't see anything because her eyes were broken.

There was silence, and Blacka couldn't hear anything because her ears were broken.

The water filled his lungs along the trachea, and the cold water slowly cooled the blood all over his body.

But his heart was still beating, and he still didn't lose consciousness, feeling the pain all over his body in detail.

But he was about to die, and the revolving door of life had already begun to play out in his consciousness.

"What a weird kid."

He heard a man say this.

"What a weird kid."

He heard a woman say this.

And the girl's cry.

Who are they?

Oh, it's his parents and sister.

But Blacka doesn't know what's so strange about him. Is it because he sits next to the black forest all day long and looks inside?

The land here is not good, and hunger was never absent from Blacka's childhood memories.

But he doesn't think hunger is a painful time, it's just a little uncomfortable.

She is so rich, has a father, a mother, and a sister. Although her life is difficult, there are no so-called happy moments. But Blacka always feels that this is good.
To be continued...