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Chapter 72: Awakening failed?

"boom!"

Gilber's fist hit Hans's chest again and again, but the damage caused was getting lower and lower.

The reddish skin is like tough cooked cowhide. Every time he is attacked, a large amount of power will be dissipated, and only a small part of the power will fall on his body.

The furious Gilbert didn't notice Hans's abnormality, but beat him harder and harder.

"Go to hell! Go to die! Go to die!"

"Why don't you and his female horse still refuse to die?"

After he clasped his fists high and slashed with all his strength, as if the trauma on his body had reached a certain critical value, the bearded cousin finally slumped on the ground and didn't move, even those eyes full of fighting intent. closed. If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still heaving, he would even look like a dead person.

Jiber, who was sweating, got up out of breath, untied the earth armor attached to his body, and kicked him angrily.

"Damn, why is it so hard to kill a Tier 2!"

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, Hans, who was barely human, opened his eyes again, stretched out his twisted arms and hugged his calf, and opened his mouth with missing front teeth like a beast. gnawed on it.

"Ah! Ahh!"

Gilber, who was raided, fell to the ground, turned over, stretched out his foot and stomped Hans's face hard.

"Open your mouth! Release! Release me!"

The iron-lined riding boots kicked up and down. Hans didn't mean to resist at all. Instead, he put his whole body on Gilber's leg, trying his best to bite deeper.

Gibber, who was sweating profusely in pain, let out a shrill cry, and pulled back with his legs at the same time. He grabbed Hans's jaw with both hands and yanked it violently.

With a crisp click, the bearded cousin's jaw was dislocated, and Gilbert took his leg back from his mouth.

He limped to his feet, and when the annoyed Gilbert was about to fight back, he was startled by Hans's eyes. In those swollen eyes that had become a slit, the purest flame was burning.

You die and I live! Dead and alive!

The bearded cousin stood up crookedly again, as if he wanted to say something, but because his jaw had been dislocated, he could only snarl twice, and what came out of his mouth was not human language, but more like A roar like some kind of wild beast.

In Jiber's somewhat frightened eyes, a thin red flame sprouted from Hans's body, and the body that had already reached its limit, with the support of this inexplicable force, even launched a charge at him again.

"Crazy!"

Gibber turned his head in a panic, dragged his bitten calf and gritted his teeth and ran into the distance. There was a tent with horse stakes, and there were many military horses tied to the shadow of the tent.

There is no time to entangle with this lunatic. The queen still doesn't know what she is planning. If she really wants to take over the 40,000 people, don't talk about the throne, or her title will be in danger.

Behind Gilber, the **** Hans roared and pounced again, but because the injury was too heavy, he couldn't keep up with his speed. Farther and farther, until you get on the back of a horse and go away.

Hans tried his best to widen his swollen eyes, as if he wanted to engrave the back in his heart.

"Pomona..."

Hans murmured to himself, and then fell to the ground weakly like a deflated balloon.

At this time, let alone standing up, he even had difficulty breathing. He tried his best to inflate his lungs to inhale a little air, but he was still trying to move a little bit in a certain direction.

Can't die, I can't die yet!

Hans, who had broken limbs, bent his back with all his strength, and rubbed his chin and abdomen to move forward. Soon, his chest and abdomen were scratched by the fine gravel, leaving a blood-stained "road" behind him.

He could fall down at any time. He looked like a candle that burned to the end, and it seemed that it would go out at any time, but the look in those eyes became more and more burning.

I can't die! Even if I climb, I have to climb to the queen, Pomona can't die in vain, I want to avenge her!

Hans crawls faster and faster, crawling and even trying to get up. The air around him began to contort, the color of his skin became more and more red, and there seemed to be a layer of keratin slowly bulging on the forehead and the back of his head...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was a weak coughing sound, but this weak sound was like a basin of ice water falling on the charcoal fire, and it stabbed Hans, who was mutating, back into a human form.

"Huh? Am I not dead?"

In Hans's ghostly eyes, the Marquise stumbled to her feet, picked up the chest of her pajamas and glanced at it.

"Hahahaha! God of War bless you!"

"Pomona! ... how about you?"

Mosquito-like voices came, Pomona followed the sound and found Hans, who was pouting like a baby maggot. She ran over crookedly, feeling distressed and pleasantly surprised:

"How did you get hurt like this? Where's Gilber? He beat you up like this and hasn't killed you yet?"

"I... I drove him away." Hans said proudly, pouting his butt.

Snapped!

The bearded cousin's **** was slapped so hard that he let out a scream in pain.

Pomona glared angrily and said, "Bah! What nonsense are you bragging about? He is fourth-rank and you are second-rank, what can you rely on to drive him away? Betray your hue?"

"Ah... it hurts."

Hearing Hans's snorts, Pomona pouted, and with a swipe, she tore off the hem of her pajamas, and then ripped off a trouser leg of her pajamas with her backhand. While bandaging the wound on Hans's body, she said earnestly:

"How old is Gilbert. What are you doing with his flying vinegar? You're only around 30 this year, right? When you're 40, you might be able to reach the fourth rank."

She pinched Hans' **** with emotion. "You don't have to worry about the old lady kicking you because you're only a second-order. Just because you are a second-order dare to save me from his hands, I will recognize you as a man!"

"I just turned seventeen this year..."

"Snapped!"

"Ah~~~"

"You girl fart!" Pomona tugged at Hans' beard angrily.

"Seventeen with your face? Some people believe you if you say you are forty! If it wasn't for your **** being more slippery than my face, I would have thought you were forty!"

"I...I...forget it."

Hans lay on the ground in frustration, letting Pomona play with him, occasionally screaming twice because of her rough dressing.

When Pomona turned him over and started to treat the wound on the front, Hans saw the hole in her heart and asked with some fear:

"By the way, I clearly saw you stabbed in the heart by his sword, why..."

"You said this."

Pomona smiled and lifted her pajamas up~www.wuxiaspot.com~, revealing two clumps of fat armor with amazing weight.

"Did you see it! The old lady's capital is thick enough, and the sword of that old man was bent by me. This sword is not only crooked, but also not deep enough. I thought it was dead, but I didn't expect it to be neither light nor heavy. trauma."

She put down her pajamas and showed a smug smile. "Those little **** in the capital always point at me, and some people call my mother a cow behind my back. Haha, these two critical moments can save my life! They are jealous!"

With the disappearance of the two markers, Hans regained his senses in a loss, pursed his chapped lips, and subconsciously squirmed his throat twice, feeling that his body temperature was a few degrees higher.

However, a whirlwind of heaven and earth completely broke his thoughts. The Marchioness grabbed him by the shoulders extremely roughly, and threw him onto her back in the posture of wearing a cloak, causing his broken ribs to ache.

"Ah... take it easy, my bones are broken a lot."

Pomona tipped his **** up and said dissatisfiedly: "Howling? Isn't she still dead? Put her arms around my neck, or don't blame me if you fall down later."

Hans wanted to cry without tears, he managed to lift his two deformed arms, and gestured tremblingly.

"I've broken both arms. What should I put around your neck?"

"Cut! Trouble."

Pomona mumbled, and pulled off the other trouser leg of her pajamas, revealing her two strong thighs without hesitation, and then tied Hans to her back with the torn trouser legs.

"——~Three losses~——"

Just as the two people, who were not lightly injured, staggered toward the nearby camp, a majestic horn sounded throughout the camp.

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