It's just that Director Al now looks very embarrassed, with bright red blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, his left arm seems to be hanging down unnaturally, and his straight police officer uniform has become tattered.
The whole person was half-kneeling there, breathing heavily. There were two other police officers lying on his side, and it was unclear whether they were dead or alive.
The clown man didn't seem to be too injured, but the wound on his shoulder became larger, staining one side of his clothes blood red.
The clown man slowly walked towards Director Al, who had no fighting ability, step by step. The eyes under his mask were full of disdain and contempt for Al.
Krens, who appeared behind the clown man, did not attack him immediately. He was hesitant to help Al, who was already at a disadvantage. After all, he could not guarantee how much damage his fire element could cause to the clown man. , or run away now. This option can at least keep you safe for a short period of time.
He looked at the clown man who had already walked up to Al and stretched out his arm to lift Al into the air.
Krens was still hesitating in his heart, but the movement of his hand made the decision for him first. He quickly took out the good-luck hat from his arms with his left hand, flicked the brim of the hat with his finger, and whispered in his mouth Come out, "lucky", two words.
At the same time, his right hand was quickly placed behind his back. Using the inspiration given by the elemental heart and the method of quickly guiding the elements taught by Mr. Hayden, he hid it in his right hand behind his back and condensed the fiery fire element in the air.
A red fireball the size of an apple quickly formed. Although it was not too big, the high temperature surging inside it caused the air around it to distort.
Krens narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the clown man leaning against him. Seeing Al's struggle gradually becoming weak, his heart skipped a beat, and he threw the fireball in his hand at the clown man with great force, and then muttered in his mind He said, "You must win."
The extremely fast speed of the fireball left a long line of fire in the night.
I'm afraid the clown man would never have imagined that there would be an apprentice who would briefly cooperate with what he thought were mice.
With a "bang", the fireball hit the clown man's back and exploded. The exploding fireball unexpectedly produced a sputtering effect, instantly illuminating the clown man's back and spreading on his back.
Because of the force of the explosion, the clown man's body seemed to be hit by a boulder, flying forward several meters before stopping. The severe pain from his back made his body tremble slightly.
And the Al in his hand also followed his movements and fell to the ground hard, and fainted.
Seeing the power of the fireball, Kerens breathed a sigh of relief. He was cautious and did not immediately step forward to check whether the clown man was dead or alive. He put his right hand behind his back and re-condensed the elemental fireball, ready to hit the target at any time. After all, I didn't know how many times I had watched the scene where I stepped forward and was killed by the dying villain.
Ahem!
The clown man coughed twice in a low voice. The flesh and blood on his back was exploded by the explosion caused by the fireball. Through the blackened and squirming flesh and blood, he could see the white bones inside. A large area of blood flowed from the wound. It was like a spring water seeping out from everywhere, dyeing the ground beneath him red.
He endured the pain, slowly raised his head, looked at the thin figure a few meters away from him with blurred vision, then smiled bitterly and laughed at himself, "I really didn't expect it to end like this." In his words Written full of unwillingness and despair.
Krens, who was still standing a few meters away, listened quietly to the familiar and hoarse voice, feeling a little bitter in his heart, but did not answer the other person.
With a "click", the clown man's mask fell from his face to the ground, revealing Ron, who was still bleeding red blood from the corners of his mouth. However, his usually very neatly taken care of hair and His neat face looked rather embarrassed.
"Mr. Ron", looking at Ron who had some blood on his face but could still see his original appearance, Kerens couldn't help shouting, and then took two steps forward, but the elemental fireball in his right hand behind his back was still missing. Relax.
"Who are you, little Clence?" Ron asked in confusion and disbelief. His vision became blurred due to the large amount of blood loss. It wasn't until Clunes took two steps closer that he vaguely recognized the figure. I saw that this was the little boy who came back during the day.
And he was wearing the good-luck hat on his head, the good-luck hat that someone ordered him to find. However, fate was such an irony that his return was his departure.
"Yes, Mr. Ron", Kerens stopped when he was three or four steps away from the lying Ron, because this was a safe distance from the elemental fireball he saw.
"Haha, I didn't expect that you actually became an extraordinary person," Ron said, seeming to laugh at himself and feeling emotional.
"What about you, Mr. Ron? Why did you do this?" Kerens asked without any hesitation, his eyes still checking the other person's condition.
Ron tried his best to raise his head, glanced at the good luck hat on Clence's head, and seemed to be telling him the answer, and then said softly: "You shouldn't take this step, because this is It means you are always surrounded by danger and face the danger of losing control."
"It's not what I thought. It seems that since I came to this world, although I have been trying to avoid danger, danger has always found me." Clence thought a few words in his heart, and then spoke with regret. Said: "Mr. Ron, why did you choose to become a fallen person?"
"Haha, fallen one, hahaha...".
Ron laughed as if he was crazy and laughing at this title: "I should have died a few years ago, but I was unwilling to do so. I wanted to live. I didn't want to lie quietly in the ground rotting and then die in the dark." I heard a voice."
"Sound?, what kind of sound is it?" Kerens frowned and asked.
Ron closed his eyes and said slowly: "That was a whisper that made my soul feel pain. I seemed to hear it. It was saying, obey my orders, and then my soul felt a tear. I woke up from the pain of the split, and found that my body became younger and my strength became stronger, but my spirit faced the situation of being replaced by the beast within at any time."
Ron paused for a moment, and the calm expression on his face suddenly turned frightened, and continued: "A man appeared. He told me to accommodate the madness in my heart instead of resisting it. I tried to do it and follow the voice in my heart. I integrated a child from the orphanage into my body."
Speaking of this, Ron's spirit seemed to have remembered something very scary. He smiled ferociously at Kerens, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth and continued, but his voice was already more hoarse and roaring: "I found that I enjoyed it very much. That feeling, his blood slowly flows into my body, my strength becomes stronger, and my body becomes younger."
Seeing Ron who was mentally disturbed, Kerens asked in a deep voice with anger, but this question seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back: "Did you kill him?".
"No, he's not dead, and neither are the other children. They're all here, and they're all living in my body, hahaha," an emotional Ron said while pointing to his body, a look of madness on his face. At this moment, he could no longer hold back. As if he was a different person, he stretched out his arms and tried to prop up his body.
"Madman," Kerens cursed angrily in a low voice, and quickly took two steps back. His eyes were fixed on Ron who was trying to stand up, ready to throw the elemental fireball at any time.
Ron, who supported his body to get up, didn't care about his bleeding back, just stretched out his arms and rushed straight towards Kerens.
"Lucky", Kerens muttered. This time he did not flick the brim of his hat as usual, because Ron had already rushed over and quickly threw the ball of fire condensed in his right hand behind his back at Ron. Got out.
Bang.
The fireball hit Ron's chest, exploded, and then exploded into a ball of blood mist on his chest, leaving a big black hole, and his body quickly retreated.
Boom, accompanied by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Ron's body hit the wall behind him heavily.