"Take your back to the enemy, right?... It seems you don't care whether you die is ugly." Ducho's voice clearly reached Adolf and Jugashvili's ears, and the feeling was like a chilly sharp blade gently sliding across the skin in his throat.

Jugashvili did not slow down or turned back. He knew that only by striving to the death could he have a chance to survive. He also knew that Adolf had the same idea as him.

Their idea is that since two people escape at high speed in the opposite direction, it is equivalent to having a 50% chance of survival. No matter how strong you Enzo Ducho is, you will never appear in two places at the same time.

In this situation, the best time to take action is actually the moment when the two of them just started to escape. If Ducho can kill one of them instantly, then he can continue to chase the other. Once he missed this opportunity, every step Adolf and Jugashvili took and every meter moved, the chance of survival increased.

This coincidental escape method happens to be the best choice at this moment. Because if they join forces to fight Du Qiao, there is still a high probability of failure. After all, the two are old rivals for many years and have grudges. They usually want each other to be struck by lightning when they go out. Even if they join forces, they will probably be restricted and will be difficult to exert ten thousand of their combat power.

The two people escape separately, which would gradually increase the chance of one of them. Now it depends on which one Du Qiao is chasing. The person being chased will naturally not be left alone. Then, during his desperate resistance, the other person can escape from the clutches.

Unfortunately, things are not that simple.

Jugashvili was heavier in body. This was inevitable after mechanical transformation, so in the desert, he was a little blocked when he moved, and his feet were stuck in the sand. He would fall deeper than ordinary people. Therefore, his escape speed was a little slower than that of Adolf.

Ducho flashed in front of Jugashvili almost without any effort. He snorted disdainfully and raised his finger slightly. Jugashvili understood at a glance that the other party had probably used his abilities, but even so, he could not make effective defense without knowing the enemy's background.

Sure enough, just one second later, a black hand suddenly stretched out from the sand and grabbed Jugashvili's ankle. The latter was startled, but the reaction was also very fast. His five fingers of his right hand were all together, but with a "ding" sound, the gaps between his fingers were connected together. The knuckles also turned into a flat and narrow state. In one second, the hand became a metal blunt knife, and chopped towards the black hand that was poking out of the sand.

Ducho didn't even care about him. When the black hand appeared, he had disappeared from Jugashvili's sight and rushed towards Adolf in the other direction.

His body turned into a black shadow, like thunder and lightning, and quickly surpassed the speed of a galloping horse. When he passed through the fine and soft sand, he did not leave a footprint. This kind of body movement that seemed like a floating body was not a mad-level abilities walking in the air, but a movement technique that only consumed a little energy. It was truly a magical skill.

Adolf couldn't even feel the actual distance between the other party and himself, but he could feel the breath of death as if a tangible object was coming from behind, so he accelerated his steps under his feet again and leaned over and sprinted, just like a rapid human-shaped rocket, causing a flying sand wherever he passed.

"Racing with me, right?" Ducho's voice came into Adolf's ears again.

When Adolf heard this, the scenery in his sight changed strangely. The sky and the earth began to rotate, and they were about to turn. A black butterfly stopped on the tip of his nose, with only the butterfly's wings, which were consistent with his sight and did not turn. When he understood what was going on, the head on his neck had already flew far away in the air due to inertia.

Du Qiao did not use his sleeve sword. He just pulled out a flying knife and raised it at a certain height, waiting for the other party to bump into him. That's all. Adolf didn't see how the other party ran to him.

"When I was thirteen, I ran faster than you now." Ducho walked towards Adolf's head that fell on the sand: "At that time, I ran on the roof of the city, along the wall, or on the ceiling, and could only fall to your speed." He raised Adolf's head, looked at a face with a dissipated and unresponsive look and said: "It's useless to pretend to die. Remember, it's your evil experimental result that makes you suffer the pain of death one more time than ordinary people."

Adolf suddenly opened his eyes, and he was indeed pretending to be dead. After realizing that he had been beheaded, he used the trick, thinking that the other party would leave after completing the beheading. As long as Du Qiao left and persisted for a few more hours, reinforcements should come to find him.

But at this moment, the other party had never been deceived by him for a second, and he was about to finish his words.

In fact, this is normal. Ducho even knew the transformation function of Jugashvili, so how could he not know that the e-cell advanced receptors of evo exposure only need to maintain the brain and have a chance of surviving.

"Ah... Ka... Ka..." Adolf tried hard to say something, but his vocal cord muscles and trachea were broken, and he couldn't say a word.

"Although you can't make any expression, I can tell from your eyes that you are trying to save your life with begging." Du Qiao said coldly: "It's a pity that I really can't feel any pity for you. I believe that almost all those who have been used for experiments by evotion and factory over the years have begged you. Many of them... How can I say, they are also fellows. And the endless torture and deprived lives they have endured in the end.

What? Are there two extreme and deformed forces?" He shook his head. "If this is the power you and the half-machine guy pursue, then you should also see that my power, without relying on any artificial physiological transformation, is still far above you." He paused and continued, "I believe that the existence of the underworld exists in a universe unknown to a living... I would like to ask you to come there to repent, and hope that those who have been killed will be silenced and their souls will be peaceful."

Du Qiao said that, and took out a burning bomb from his body, pulled the fuse and stuffed it into Adolf's trachea. "This is made of special aluminum thermal agent, which should burn your head to the point of no residue." He said that, and threw Adolf's head away. Before the head fell to the ground, it started to burn.

At this time, Du Qiao turned around and headed in the opposite direction. He slowly passed by Adolf's corpse. There were many black butterflies on the corpse at this moment. They seemed to like to get close to those creatures that were about to or just lost their lives, and for some reason.

On the other hand, Jugashvili was completely shocked. He tried at least ten weapons and methods, and there was no way to use that black hand. He was absolutely inseparable from swords and guns and was invasive of water and fire.

And what makes people feel most terrifying is that the black hand is not stretched out from the sand at all, but from other planes. Jugashvili's feet had already been blown out by himself, and the sand around him was blown away. He thought Ducho's accomplices were hidden under the sand, but unexpectedly, after the explosion, he saw a floating black arm, behind his elbow, a twisted black hole and a broken space crack. The black hand came from that unknown space.

Some people may ask why Jugashvili, a mechanical transformation person, simply abandons his legs. He can escape by cutting or removing them. It’s very simple... he can break his legs, but he can’t run fast after breaking them.

Someone may ask again. As the director of the factory, Jugashvili is the Cadillac among the empire transformationists. Could it be that he would not fly if he broke his legs? Yes, he could fly... about a distance of about one kilometer, and then he had to come down.

The reason is very simple. Flying requires fuel or energy. Director Zhu doesn’t have much place in his body to hold fuel, and he doesn’t have the miniature and amazing energy like Eternal Core. After flying that kilometer, he has to jump down and jump with one foot. Considering his own weight, jumping with one foot must be a deep pit in one step, and it may be better to climb with your hands.

At this moment, Jugashvili really hoped that he was the legendary robot Astro Boy, the feeling of installing atomic power in his body... 100,000 horsepower, seven divine powers... were exactly what he needed at this moment.

Enzo Ducho returned faster than he imagined. When he walked over, he saw Jugashvili being grabbed by the ankle by the black hand stretching out from another plane, hanging upside down in the air. The desert directly under his body had become a big pit, and a burnt smell was emitted from the whole body.

"It's not difficult to imagine that you have made a lot of efforts to break free from this hand," Ducho said. "But you can't do anything to it. In fact, all you have to do is wait... wait... for it to die on its own."

"What is this! What is your ability?" Jugashvili also knew that his life was not long, and he really wanted to hear before he died, what is this damn black hand?

"My ability is very simple. Summon creatures from another world to our plane." Du Qiao replied: "When I am at the paper level, I can only summon butterflies." He laughed and teased himself: "Now I am a fierce-level abilities, and I can only summon butterflies." He said, and moved his fingers again.

But the crack in the space where the black hand was located expanded, and a whole black strange creature fell out of the crack. The whole picture of this object is hard to describe. It has a little alien shape below the torso. Its mouth is narrow and long, and its fangs are turned upside down. The black hand that stretched out actually grew behind its head. In the same position, it was densely packed with such hands, and the real arms on both sides of the creature's body were a pair of big black pliers.

The monster fell into the pit and dragged Jugashvili down together. The latter was so scared that he was disgusted. At this time, he finally decided to cut his legs so that he could stay away from the thing.

But when Jugashvili rolled and crawled out of the pit and fell several meters away, he looked closely and found that the monster was dying, his whole body seemed to be solidified, and his limbs were curled and curled.

"When I call this creature into this world, it will be torn and whipped by the destructive power of time and space. When they enter the material world, they will solidify as they are now. For them, this change may be equivalent to suffocation." When Du Qiao spoke, the monster was basically dead and the corpse began to qi and disappear.

"I have tried to summon a lot of things, and it is difficult for you to experience the temptation brought by that power, as if you can bring a whole invincible dark legion to this world." Ducho said: "I once suspected that the place where these monsters are is the underworld, but I don't want to try to pass through it, so it cannot be confirmed. I call these black butterflies the dark butterflies... and the only creature I can successfully bring to this world to come." Ducho gradually approached Jugashvili, and for some reason the number of black butterflies around almost covered the nearby sky, "but in battle, they are almost useless. Sometimes they are improperly controlled and will reveal my whereabouts.

Well... this is my ability. Just like before, summoning high-level monsters, but only opening a small gap in the plane is already the best way to use my ability when I was at the fierce level."

After hearing this, Jugashvili understood that Ducho's ability was basically useless, but this showed another problem. This guy was terrible enough to rely solely on his energy use and combat skills.

"Is this explanation very clear?" Du Qiao suddenly accelerated, his figure flashed, and his sleeve sword penetrated vertically into Jugashvili's head.

At this time, Jugashvili was sitting on the ground. He felt that the figure in front of him disappeared instantly. Almost at the same time, his sky spirit cap was penetrated, and Du Qiao was already standing behind him.

Jugashvili's skull was reinforced with net alloy, and there was also a special layer of material inside. According to his tests, this skull has a resistant effect on some mental abilities. However, Ducho's sleeve sword with energy attached easily penetrated it and destroyed the fragile brain in the skull.

Du Qiao confirmed that the other party was dead, so he took back the sneak sword. He pulled out a soft sword from his belt and shook it straight. He used his wrist to move the sword. Several sharp lights passed by, and Jugashvili's body was removed from the body.

After the human flesh and blood and organs were exposed to the desert air, they soon began to dry. Du Qiao used his sword to push some away and found a mechanical part the size of a fist. He picked it up and took out a microcomputer from himself, which connected it with the slot of the part. Soon, some data appeared on the monitor.

Duchocāo made a mistake, deleted all the information left by Jugashvili, and then added a recording in this part. Of course, the sound that appears in the recording will be of severe distortion and cannot be repaired.

"Black clouds over the city, plants and trees are all soldiers, revolutionizing the past and establishing new things, and the general trend is the trend." Du Qiao strictly followed Tianyi's requirements and explained these sixteen words word by word. Then he put away his microcomputer and took the part to the location of the transport plane...

Early the next morning, Eas found the part that should have been with Jugashvili's body in the cabin with the top armor plate lifted off. The message obtained in this part was transmitted to Clauze's ears through remote communication the next morning. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better and faster!
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