Chapter 295: Chapter 295 Bottled Prisoner (19)_1
Other people?
Lin En followed Fu Qian’s gaze and suddenly realized sothing—entangled with this guy, he had stayed here too long.
However, before he could take any action, a dark red streak of light had already crossed the sky and thunderously landed.
Dust and stones flew in all directions, and the long-missing Patrick appeared in the crater.
At this mont, this Sin Seeker of carnage, his red hair had already been burnt to ashes, and from his bald head to his entire body, he was covered with shocking burn scars.
Paired with his burly figure, one could say it was quite visually striking.
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And the Sinfla on his body had beco so dense it was almost tangible, but it didn’t bring about a hint of brightness; at a glance, it only seed wildly chaotic.
Lin En’s heart sank involuntarily.
Patrick, he was undoubtedly the last person he wanted to see at the mont.
Natalia should have led him away earlier, although it might not have been too far, but how could he have returned so quickly—wait!
He fiercely looked at Fu Qian.
Did this guy do that shout on purpose?
It hadn’t occurred to him before, but in this dim underground space, that shout was undoubtedly very noticeable.
The Butcher who had been searching for prey all around just needed to be not too far away, and he could have easily followed the sound here.
“I was worried he was having too hard a ti finding us.”
Seemingly perceiving Lin En’s confusion, Fu Qian winked at him and honestly admitted it.
Are you out of your mind?
Lin En’s expression twisted, almost ready to shout out loud.
This Mad Swordsman wouldn’t differentiate friend from foe; do you think by summoning him you’ll be spared?
Unfortunately, Fu Qian completely ignored his despair and anger, having already focused his attention on Patrick.
It’s apparent, Brother Butcher has reaped many rewards during this ti.
The level of Sinfla on him has already far surpassed that of the Mad Swordsman from before.
“Is it you?”
Staring with his almost entirely crimson eyes, after shuttling back and forth several tis between Fu Qian and Lin En, Patrick finally recognized Fu Qian.
“Don’t ntion it.”
Fu Qian casually replied.
Ha ha ha!
The response from Patrick was a burst of frenzied laughter.
“This ti you’re not as lucky as before!”
Hmm.
Facing the threat of death, Fu Qian just humd nonchalantly and closely scrutinized his state.
There was an uncontrollable frenzy on his face, but also the ferocity caused by pain.
“Does it hurt?”
The next mont, Fu Qian asked him the very sa question.
…
Upon these words, both Lin En and Patrick were sowhat stunned.
Lin En clearly didn’t understand why Fu Qian was so focused on this issue.
After staring at him for a while, Patrick’s smile beca increasingly maniacal.
“Hurt? The sensation of pain is the most trivial thing! Many tis it’s even a delicious accompanint to the al.”
“You don’t know how intoxicating this feeling is right now, it’s utterly thrilling!”
He raised his hands, as if embracing the place.
“Do you know what’s the most wonderful thing about this place? It’s that your pleasure materializes.”
“Every ti I look at the fire on my body—”
Patrick stroked his own arm, his eyes burning with fervor.
“I know exactly how joyful I am now. So much so, every ti I leave this place, I can’t wait to co back in! Can you understand?”
“I understand, so does it still hurt?”
Fu Qian rubbed his chin.
As expected, Patrick probably had no idea that the Sinfla only needed to be purified once; subsequent exposure wouldn’t bring pain.
But looking at him, I’d guess even if he knew, he wouldn’t do it.
This guy actually had a conflict with Butcher beforehand… As Lin En listened to Fu Qian and Patrick’s conversation, he couldn’t help feeling relieved.
If Butcher and this lunatic started fighting, he would undoubtedly have a chance to escape.
Now, he really didn’t want to face Patrick, who, with the raging Sinfla’s empowernt, had probably reached the Demigod Level and was simply not soone he could contend with.
It’s regrettable that they were ultimately disunited; otherwise, if they had organized a group from the start to eliminate him, it wouldn’t have beco so troubleso.
What a pity that in a situation with only one victor, nobody would risk their lives for others. Cooperating to harvest the lives of solitary prisoners was already the limit.
While he was secretly calculating, Lin En suddenly noticed a pair of blood-red eyes looking over, like a wolf spotting its prey.
Why is he targeting again!
In that instant, his blood ran cold, not understanding why he was suddenly in the crosshairs.
“This rat seems to have a better taste!”
A better taste…
Subconsciously examining himself, Lin En suddenly realized the problem—he was stained with Sinfla!
And it was obvious that Butcher was fanatical about it.
Damn!
He swiftly looked over at Fu Qian.
Was it because of this that he unhesitatingly called out to attract Patrick over?
Now that he thought about it, he seed to have never voluntarily touched the Sinfla.
Even when he was attacked just now, he had only blasted the attacker’s legs, leaving the head for him.
At the ti, he even felt secretly relieved…
“Take it easy… there’s still plenty of ti!”
By this point, Patrick was already completely fixated on Lin En, his scarred face twisted into a grotesque smile.
And Fu Qian beside him had an attitude of watching the show, neither stepping forward nor running away.
“Sothing else is coming?”
Just as a great battle was about to start, Fu Qian seed to hear sothing and looked into the distance.
Quickly, a rhythmic sound of tal clashing was heard.
Hmm?
Patrick and Lin En both noticed this as well, with the latter feeling a surge of joy.
The next mont, a tall and burly figure clad in gleaming armor ca closer, leaving traces of frost wherever he passed.
Sin Seekers!
This guy couldn’t have co at a better ti!
If it could entangle Butcher for a while, he would have a chance to escape.
While feeling elated, Lin En noticed that Patrick only glanced at the Sin Seeker before locking back onto him.
“I was just wondering why nobody tried to exploit the situation,” said Patrick.
“Too bad, it’s too late now. I’ve dealt with it too many tis, and at this mont, it can’t disturb anymore.”
As Butcher spoke, the Sin Seeker had already approached.
With a whoosh, it leaped, covering a dozen ters in one bound, and aid a slash at Patrick’s head.
However, Patrick flung his arm, and a long hook chain shot out.
The hook chain was covered in thick blood plasma, completely obscuring its original material.
Reaching its target before the Sin Seeker’s attack, the hook chain struck it right in the chest, piercing straight through.
Patrick then sidestepped and withdrew his chain, narrowly dodging the great sword, and followed up with a punch to the Sin Seeker’s head.
A crisp striking sound rang out; as his arm ablaze with dark red flas made contact, it caused a burst of fiery light.
Whoosh!
In the explosion, the Sin Seeker’s head drew a parabola, flying off forcefully.
At the sa ti, its headless body continued to charge forward, plunging into the water ahead, and then it stopped moving.
So weak?
The speed at which all this happened was so fast that Lin En couldn’t even find a chance to run away.
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