759: C759 Amputated Arm

C759 Amputated Arm

All of this happened in less than a second. The protector had already used all his strength to dodge his fatal strike.

The Dimensional Decapitator slashed diagonally across the middle of his left arm. Blood splattered, and the severed arm fell to the ground.

The protector let out a blood-curdling screech, rolled down the ox-head, and hid behind the pitch-black ox demon beast.

As for warmth, because Lin Mo's flames were protecting her body, those sonic bees were unable to successfully attack her. This time around, not only had she won the bet, but she had also won a complete victory.

"Very good!"

Lin Mo could not help but praise him.

Dimensional Slash was the type of spell that dealt the most damage. It belonged to the same type of spell as the Spatial Slash used by the Headmaster of the Royal Academy in the Bernard Empire. However, Dimensional Slash was much more advanced.

For Warmth to be able to master such a high-level offensive magic and to not immediately use it, it was instead patiently enduring until now before launching an attack. This also proved how meticulous and meticulous Warmth was.

The caretaker's carelessness was also because he had won once before. He originally thought that Warmth had used all the methods in his body in that battle, so he wasn't worried at all that it would bring him any sort of "unexpected pleasant surprise."

But he never would have thought that such a meticulous person actually existed in this world. A warm relationship had fallen into danger many times during the last battle, and now there was actually such a hidden trick.

After all, Warmth was the realm of the Emperor level. If one were to use such a deathblow, if the person who protected it continued to turn careless, he would absolutely lose his life.

Warmth smiled, Lin Mo's praise was always a necessity to her, unconsciously it would make her happy.

"Alright, leave the rest to me. You've already heavily injured your opponent in the first possible moment. It won't be difficult for you to defeat him."

Lin Mo smiled and began to walk towards the black yak.

On the surface, she said it in a relaxed and beautiful manner, but warm in love knew that Lin Mo was only worried for his safety. Warmth obediently nodded his head and didn't insist on continuing to fight.

Warmth was always present in his heart. Sometimes, it was his greatest use to not give Lin Mo any trouble.

When the pitch-black ox shaped Demonic Beast saw Lin Mo walking over, it instantly snorted angrily. Its eyes turned blood-red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and surging black smoke seeped out from under its fur, quickly covering everything within a dozen meters.

From the start, Lin Mo did not intend to waste too much time on it. After all, this was only a demon beast used as a transportation vehicle. Its strength was definitely a little different from those of the demon beasts specializing in combat.

Indeed, the Monstrous Beast's name was the Black Smoke Blood Cow. Actually, it only had Royal strength, but because its blood could turn into pitch-black smoke and it could have a certain concealment and interference, the person who protected it chose it as his mount.

Lin Mo immediately rushed forward and brandished his fist. The Inky Smoke Blood Bull let out a cry, then it raised its huge horn and charged towards Lin Mo as well.

After all, the Heavenly Spirit Body was also at the Emperor level and was not something that this cow could defend against. Lin Mo did not even use his own 'Heavenly Flame'.

The two of them clashed fiercely. Lin Mo only needed to throw a single punch to completely block off the Inky Smoke Blood Bull's charge.

The punch landed directly on the head of the Inky Smoke Blood Bull. Although on the surface, it didn't seem like there was any damage, the force from Lin Mo's fist had already passed through the skull of the Inky Smoke Blood Bull and reached his brain.

The Inky Smoke Blood Bull hummed in a low voice and then collapsed to the ground. It looked like it was about to die.

Lin Mo stood beside its corpse and gently waved his hand. The wind from his palm blew away the black smoke nearby. However, Lin Mo was unable to see the figure of the person who was protecting it.

Lin Mo furrowed his brows and increased his movement. When the black smoke completely dissipated, Lin Mo saw that a huge hole had already appeared on the ground.

It was probably from this hole that the protector had escaped.

Lin Mo did not foolishly run to the side of the cave to look down. He knew clearly in his heart that this kind of opponent specializing in ordering demonic beasts to fight would not give them the chance to get close.

Fortunately, the warm relationship had injured the person who was maintaining it. With the guidance of blood stains and Qi, it was impossible for the person who was maintaining it to escape without leaving a trace within a short period of time.

Lin Mo turned around and walked to Sweetheart's side. The two of them carefully identified the direction and immediately gave chase.

At this moment, several hundred meters away from the underground, the patron sat on a giant insect and was quickly fleeing.1

This insect was similar to a horse, and its entire body was covered in obvious ring-shaped patterns. Its digging speed was extremely fast, as if it was a large digging machine.

This was a demon beast that the caretakers had casually found nearby. At this moment, he no longer cared about that much. He had to put some distance between them before he could think of a way to deal with them or escape.

He was holding the severed arm in his hand. After carefully taking care of the dust on the arm, he carefully closed the wound.

A group of ants drilled out from the clothes of the person who had been protecting them. They were extremely small, almost twice the size of normal ants. Each and every one of them was as small as a needle.

These ants used their tentacles to help stroke each other's stomachs, and very quickly, the crystal clear silk threads were pulled out by them.

The ants immediately took the threads and drilled them into the skin of the person who had treated them. They then began to circle around the junction of the wounds.

The threads behind them were like threads that stitched up the wound, quickly connecting the curing arm back to his arm.

The whole process did not involve the use of anesthetic. Beads of sweat flowed down from the forehead of the person who was maintaining it. However, he still carried it on his shoulder without saying a word. Only when the ants had completely connected his severed arm did he let out a long sigh.

Lightly lifting up his left hand, the Guardian tried moving its fingers. Although it was still not able to move freely, it could be considered to be adequate.

The caretaker grabbed a few ants and grinded them into a meat paste, then smeared it around the wound.

The whole process took less than five minutes. If the human doctors on the continent saw this, they would definitely treat it as a miracle in medicine.

"Hehe, little lady, I didn't expect that you would still have some tricks up your sleeve. Do you really think that you can find a helper and successfully escape from the organization's pursuit …?" "It is time for me to show you how powerless you are in front of the organization …"

The man muttered to himself with a sneer, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

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