Knight Barth hurried here with some guards drawn from the door, and saw Mr. Marx holding the wall with difficulty, bent forward with one leg at a strange angle.

Li Yanlong and another Serris ranger looked silently at a big hole in the middle of the square. The witch Alteya stood next to a pile of submissive militias. A crow made of flames surrounded her side twice, and wailed and dissipated into the air.

"Come here! Pull me!" The demon hunter carried his long sword on his back, revealing half of his body in the cave, and stretching out a hand to the people outside.

Seeing that the others were not moving, Knight Bart stepped forward and pulled the Demon Hunter. The other party's hands were so slippery that the Knight could not hold him back. The experienced Mr. Bart glanced at the cave, and his expression seemed to eat a living toad, and frowned and pulled the Demon Hunter up.

"Ph!" The Demon Hunter moved his body, and it seemed that he was swimming around a large dye vat with various pigments. The blood of the aberrant creatures seemed to be distinguished according to the race of the upper body, and there were all kinds of colors. After mixing the Demon Hunter's blood, it fell on the ground and burned quietly: "Thank you, I almost didn't have the energy to climb up."

"Clean here and fill this pit." The demon hunter twisted his hair, took off half of his ears stuck to his face with his hands, and gave orders to the militia beside him.

More than one militia vomited out on the spot, but under the gaze of the demon hunter, no one dared to look up and quickly took out the tools to work. Of course, more people vomited when filling the pit, but fortunately, they could fill it in the pit by the way after they vomited.

"Mr. Marx, are you okay?" The demon hunter walked to Marx and watched him completely deform his right leg. Even the slender tentacle had a huge power and could easily break a person's leg, just like now.

"It's okay, it's just a fracture, it can't kill me! This time, I think everyone knows what we are facing." Marx smiled self-deprecatingly: "I killed those people. If I hadn't brought them together, there would probably be such a big casualty."

The demon hunter leaned against the wall and sat slowly beside Marx, leaving a colorful trace on the wall: "It's not your fault, no one knows that those things will launch an attack at that time. Even without you, depending on the population density here, it will cause huge casualties at any time."

"What's more, if it weren't for you, most of the people here wouldn't have lived now." The Demon Hunter took off his coat and wrung the blood on his clothes hard: "You've done a good job. When you last met you, you were just..."

"Trump? Social scum? Don't be ashamed to tell the truth. My friend, if it weren't for you, I would still be so confused now." Marx readily said the word that the Demon Hunter did not say: "Since that time, I seem to have seen through the whole world at once. This world is like a book, spread out in front of me and let me read it!"

When he said this, Marx's eyes seemed to be filled with light. Obviously, that memory was a beautiful memory for him.

Marx laughed a few times: "You may not believe that I was illiterate at that time! So, I felt that I needed to read, and knowledge was recorded in words. If I wanted to record my ideas, I needed to read. Then I spent five minutes learning to read and write, just as they were already in my mind."

"Sometimes, awesome talent or adventure is not a good thing, especially in this world." The demon hunter placed his sword next to him and carefully cleaned up the flesh and blood that was stained on the sword body decoration.

"I understand, are you talking about chaos?" Maxi moved his position a little, making himself more comfortable: "I understand your concerns, the Demon Hunter. There is no need to be so cautious. I understand that I saw it, chaos, the huge shadow, which was shrouded outside our world, and I could see the panicked faces and weak nature of the gods."

Marx's words made the demon hunter hold his weapon tightly. The man's name and what he did made him feel like he was in a strange house and found an old book he had read in his childhood, and he felt very intimate.

So, the tone of the Demon Hunter was warned: "Since you understand, you should know that your thoughts are dangerous, Mike."

"Come on, even a person like me who has never walked out of this city can see the power of chaos." Marx's tone was still so calm, as if he had a insight into everything in the world: "I can see the power contained in that darkness, and I can also realize the greatness hidden in the darkness."

The demon hunter's breathing accelerated a little, and he cleaned his sword even more silently.

"I want to know the old and want to know the rich and thirsty, but the saint Tsengqi is not trapped?" Marx looked at the demon hunter with a smile: "Don't be nervous, my friend, I know your responsibilities, I know the world is in danger, but even the most determined warriors are wondering whether they have the chance to resist."

The demon hunter looked at Marx with an interrogative look, waiting for his next sentence.

"This world is like a book, putting all the truth before me, and I can get the infinite power." Marx stood upright with his wall, his voice loudly, as if he was questioning the whole world: "An existence far greater than the gods also resisted the olive branch to me, but I looked at myself that had seen everything."

The demon hunter could hardly look directly into Marx's eyes. He saw that the other party's eyes were as dazzling as the actual light.

"I want to see, what am I! What do I really long for in my heart?" Marx's eyes crossed the Demon Hunter and looked at the sky: "I looked at a little gangster, I saw Mike, an ordinary person, a living person who is no different from others, and countless ordinary people like me! In the end, they, no, we formed this world."
Chapter completed!