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Chapter One hundred and sixty-three

"I have no interest in your secret at all. I just want to go out from here alive, rather than being torn into pieces by those disgusting bugs or those crazy women!" Boss Poke widened his eyes and lowered his voice and roared: "Since the Serris came, you have become different, and the whole city has become different! He is like a disaster star, and no matter where he is, it will cause disaster!"

"You are wrong, my friend. The world is so dangerous, but we didn't see it." Marx adjusted his sitting position and brought himself closer to Poke: "The Seris in your mouth is just the last grain of sand that crushed the entire castle."

"I'm dying, Pock. I've been brilliant, and I rejected an invitation from the will that can easily destroy our world." Karl Marx said proudly with a glorious eyes: "I rejected Him! Because I am a human being, and I am proud of it!"

"I don't want to see myself walking into the grave with knowledge, dying alone, I want to share with you everything I see." Marx covered his hand on Poke's face.

Unprepared Boss Poke was covered tightly by Marx's big hands, and his body trembled like an electric shock.

Countless knowledge and truths he had seen and learned were presented to Boss Poke one by one! Marx carefully eliminated those dangerous things, about chaos, about evil gods, and all the indescribable content, leaving only a trace of overall understanding of chaos.

He did not want those precious knowledge to walk into the grave with him, but he did not want to create a madman! He could not guarantee whether the person in front of him could refuse the endless temptation like him. But this is fate, and he had no other choice.

"Did you see it? My friend." Marx asked weakly.

"So, this world is so wonderful! Don't stop, I seem to see the end of the world..." Boss Poke said in a dreamy voice, stretching out his hand as if he wanted to hold the whole world: "I see the right!"

In just two minutes, it seemed like a century had passed in Boss Poke's mind. Marx lowered his arms weakly, looked at his old friend's eyes unconscious, and saliva remained along the corner of his mouth, as if he was dementia.

Marx laughed silently, and he was so embarrassed at that time. He still remembered how the magnificent history of civilization struggle shocked him when the world was in front of him, in the form of a timeline. It was these memories that gave him enough confidence to face the king of lies, the lord of devils, and the great will of all beings called Xin Liezhi, and the great will of all beings, he still had enough courage and reason to say no.

He had just heard the harsh laughter of the nuns outside the tunnel who were bewitched by the evil god of desire, but he did not stop Boss Poke from letting the two militias go out. He needed time.

When death is inevitable, Marx hopes to go less lonely in the last time, and he hopes that someone can know what kind of miracles he has witnessed.

A rustling sound came from the corner a few meters away. It was the sound of bones being broken, the sound of skin being torn, the sound of muscles being removed, and the sound of internal organs being taken out!

Although there was no scream to cheer up, Marx and Poke could clearly hear how a person was dismantled carefully. The sound came with the nuns' excited gasps and the harsh laughter.

As soon as he woke up from the illusion in his mind, Boss Poke had no time to digest the contents of it. He was heard this terrifying voice. He looked at the direction of the corner with no expression on his face, and his breathing became rapid.

The nuns seemed to intentionally make the two of them feel fearful, and the whispering sound echoed in the tunnel, and then the sound of something being dragged away. Then a stripped head rolled out from the corner, and all the sounds came to an abrupt end.

"Old friends, don't let people laugh at me, they just want to see us panic." Marx's voice was still calm. Since he rejected the evil god's olive branch, he knew that there would be such a day.

Perhaps Xin Liezhi was the wisest one among the evil gods, but He was by no means a magnanimous existence. But Marx did not expect that that person would be so impatient.

"You are right, Mike. I am Maximilian, François, Poke, Isido, de Robespierre! I will not die here easily!" Poke took a deep breath and adjusted his emotions: "I have witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms. As long as I am still alive, you chaotic remnants will die!"

Boss Poke picked up his weapon, stood in the middle of the passage, and roared: "Come on! You monsters! I'm not afraid of you!"

However, at the corner, thud, and with the sound of footsteps, a slim man with a beard walked out of the corner with a military crossbow that was winding: "Shh! You are safe for the time being, but if you continue to call like this, it is probably hard to say."

Boss Poke swallowed the second half of the sentence with great force. As a pragmatic person, he has always been very conscious of the times.

"My name is Rick Grimes. Are you from the People's Self-Protection Committee?" The man who claimed to be Rick reloaded his crossbow: "Follow me, don't thank me. Your camp is willing to protect my wife and children, so I am willing to do my part to ensure that the organization will not be ruined."

"I think you are the Mr. Marx they are talking about?" Rick smiled at the wounded on the ground, signaling the two of them to follow him.

Boss Poke stood up from the ground with Marx: "There is a proverb in Seris, "There is a saying that there is no way for us to describe whether it is just right!"

Marx smiled powerlessly. He could feel the power from chaos in his body eroding his internal organs. He said to Poke: "If I die, the committee will be handed over to you. Don't let me down. They are now like a group of lambs who have lost the shepherds. You must guide them and teach them the way to survive. The power of the people will be beyond your imagination."

Poke supported his former younger brother and replied, "You will not die, your flock is still waiting for you. I have my own ideal. If we can survive this disaster this time, I plan to return to the old continent and I will take back everything I have lost."

"Don't hurry to leave, our game has just begun." A sweet voice suddenly appeared behind the group.
Chapter completed!
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