Rengar has never been against killing people.

In fact, during his first few years of hunting, he enjoyed killing people.

But after killing too many people, he no longer has any interest in humans who are too weak.

He only likes to collect valuable heads.

But this did not prevent him from returning to his old career.

For those densely packed people walking through the black flames, wearing black armor, quick movements, and sharp weapons, they can barely be considered qualified.

Rengar jumped unceremoniously, harvesting their heads one by one.

He sank his claw into the top of his head and killed him with one blow.

It's as easy as picking something out of a bag.

However, those black-armored assassin team members who were constantly being hunted did not seem to be aware of this situation at all. Even if sometimes their colleagues died beside them, they would turn a blind eye and continue to attack the man holding a big sword while holding a knife.

Men charging in sharp roar.

Is it because there is no light around that they cannot see? Or are they really executing the orders wholeheartedly without any other distractions?

Rengar would rather be the latter, because that would give them extra points and terrible absolute execution.

Tenacity, courage and fearlessness.

Or any other praiseworthy qualities, which would make Rengar more interested in this boring hunt.

But there is also a disadvantage, it will slightly dampen Rengar's interest.

Because those guys were rushing too fast, he could only speed up and kill those guys who were rushing too fast and might have stabbed Galen in a few steps.

Then he can turn around and continue to hunt those desperate successors.

"What is that?" Swain's reaction was not slow. He had already discovered Rengar when he slaughtered the second person.

But Rengar's speed, both in terms of killing speed and movement speed, was so fast that he had no time to stop him and could only watch his men die.

"Sir, it seems to be the kind of monster in the Freljord legend." Beside Swain, a guy with strange glasses looked into the darkness and said.

He could see the absolute darkness clearly, it seemed, thanks to his pair of glasses.

"Do you want to..."

"Leave him alone." Swain shook his head. He had no intention of attacking the jumping monster. He just stretched out his hand, "We have only one purpose. To take off Galen's head."

The moment his voice fell, the ordinary crow on his shoulder suddenly screamed and rushed into the absolute darkness.

towards...

Rengar.

Rengar once again penetrated the head of a member of the black-armored assassination team. He glanced behind him and saw that the man whose heart had been pierced by thousands of arrows was still roaring.

He had no intention of leaving.

This was so fearless that Rengar couldn't help but once again have the idea of ​​putting Galen's head into his storage room.

But he was also very irritated, because if Galen never left, he would continue to play boring hunting games here.

That's so pointless.

He needs a real exciting challenge, not just chopping melons and vegetables here.

So he picked off another head and shouted in the direction of Galen: "Damn it, why don't you leave and wait to die?"

Galen didn't seem to hear it at all. He was still where he was, encouraging more people to rush out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

But his soldiers couldn't bear it anymore. They couldn't bear that their great commander died in this inexplicable fire.

"General, let's go, you need quick treatment." A soldier who was encouraged by Galen to get up again rushed to Galen's side. He begged, holding back the fire that was still burning on his back.

"I'm fine." Galen shook his head. He was holding the fearless sword, and the muscles all over his body were tense, as if he wanted to twist the black arrows alive with the terrifying muscle power.

But those arrows were also terrifying. They completely withstood Galen's power. They emitted dark light in circles, infecting Galen's exposed muscles and skin. Inch by inch, they were like pollution, and in conjunction with the

Those black flames that were also corroding were destroying Galen's body together.

"Damn it." Rengar cursed again. His perception was so powerful that he naturally heard and felt Galen's poor condition.

He really wanted to jump up and lift Galen away from the battlefield.

But just when he was about to do this, a dignified killing intent surged towards his vest from the boundless darkness.

This killing intent made Rengar frown slightly.

Not afraid.

He, Rengar, has never been afraid of anyone, not even the ghost guy who has controlled him until now and has not yet shown his face. He is not afraid at all.

He just wants to kill him.

He was just annoyed that someone dared to sneak attack him.

What he hates most is people sneaking up on him.

Simply...

Overestimating your capabilities!!!

"Roar -" Rengar roared lowly, then turned around and raised his claws to the extreme to meet the killing intent.

"Quack——" The next moment, only a tragic cry was heard.

That bit of killing intent only touched the sharp edge between Rengar's fingers, and he was frightened and ran away.

"Ant." Rengar sneered, looking at the murderous intention that fled.

It's a crow.

An ordinary crow.

The crow was now back on his master's shoulder.

His master was now looking at Rengar.

In absolute darkness.

No one spoke.

Swain just stroked the frightened crow on his shoulder with one hand, his face still expressionless.

As for Rengar, he looked at the lame crow-keeper in silence, with an absolutely cruel smile on his lips.

He swiped his paw hard towards the roaring room.

An absolutely defiant gesture.

But he stopped taking action and just let the black-armored assassin team members rush past him.

Because he just received new news again.

Force Galen away.

Use those endless soldiers.

This method of using force to drive away without killing immediately reminded Rengar of a hunting technique he taught him when he was studying with the teacher who was killed by his own hands.

Use driving to stimulate the maximum wildness and instinct of prey, thus making the entire hunt more interesting.

Really...

So interesting.

"Tonight, let's have a good hunt!!!" He couldn't help but growl, almost trembling all over, and disappeared into the absolute darkness.

He really wanted and couldn't wait to pick off the head of the guy behind the scenes, peel off his skin inch by inch, and put it into his most advanced No. 1 storage room.

Because, actually...

It’s so fun. (To be continued..)
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