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"In the Ace class, he is also considered hard." Carlos's cigar was extinguished due to being stained with blood, and he took out a steel lighter and lit it again.

"Don't stop!" Shawn, who had been silent, shouted. He had already pulled out his Mauser rifle and shot repeatedly at the wreckage of Franken on the ground.

Carlos looked at Sean in confusion: "It's impossible for him to recover like this."

Alicia walked over to Carlos: "Just do it."

The thug sighed, twisted his neck, and quickly loaded his fingers with deer bullets.

Although they were already a little tired, everyone continued to destroy the skeletons on the ground...

After a while, most of the spiritual power was consumed, and everyone stopped and returned to their spiritual power.

"...It's much simpler than killing Ashur." Looking at the puddle of flesh and bones on the ground that he didn't know how to describe, Wright shrugged.

The time limit has come, and Edshu has left.

Alicia started arranging the aftermath, and suddenly——

The broken bones on the ground floated, and the flesh and blood surged, constantly rejoining Franken.

Surprise and a little panic flashed across the eyes of everyone in the team.

What happened in front of them was beyond their imagination.

No explorer can recover after the body is completely broken into pieces.

There is no such magic.

"What's going on?" Wendy frowned, completely unable to understand what was happening in front of her.

The broken bones were pieced together into bones, the muscles were connected by peristalsis, and the lungs, throat, vocal cords and mouth had just recovered, and Franken said in a playful tone: "Ma'am, the essence of this world cannot be understood by mortals."

There were already some tired people, and they concentrated their firepower again.

Reason tells them that even if Franken can recover, it needs to consume spiritual power or any kind of energy.

And energy is by no means infinite, so in theory, even if Franken can recover from that state, it doesn't mean he can be back forever.

The energy of this world is conserved, and the power that people can use is limited.

However, although they understand rationally that things should be like this, but compared to just now, a new fear and doubt inevitably arises in everyone's heart——

"What if he can recover?

"What if we run out of spiritual power?

"What if he was truly indestructible?"

Questions spontaneously jumped into their minds, casting a shadow on everyone's hearts.

This time, Franken no longer deliberately stood in place to "enjoy" the siege. His skin had never been fully recovered, and he rushed towards the crowd like a behemoth covered in blood.

Wendy clenched the alchemy bracelet in both hands, and a layer of gilding spread from her hands, wrapping her arms.

The gold plating flowed, forming a sharp blade, the long tongue spit out by the alchemy chameleon adhered to Franken's arm, and the golden blade passed through his chest.

Franken coughed up a mouthful of blood with a smile: "I will do that too."

Thick bone spurs extended from the fist with distinct phalanges and tendons, and one hand was completely transformed into a huge blade, penetrating Wendy's chest.

In desperation, Alicia picked up an invisible chess piece and moved a step on the mysterious chessboard.

If there is any substance, the knight on the white warhorse charged towards Franken, the doctor was knocked away by the warhorse, and the sharp blade that reflected light like chitin also pulled out from Wendy's chest.

The female alchemist looked in pain, and hurriedly poured the molten gold flowing from the palm of her hand on the wound, a burst of white smoke, cold sweat, and the frantic blood flow was somehow stopped.

The doctor who was completely naked turned around and rushed directly to Alicia who was defenseless.

The female chess player was in no hurry, and the ancient arrow and dysprosium threw passed through Franken's armpit. Seeing that her fist was about to hit her, she patted her hands lightly, and she switched places with the ancient arrow and dysprosium.

"Cunning girl..." With a **** smile, Franken turned around.

Due to Wendy's serious injury, Carlos fell into a state of rage, his body swelled again, and his height was almost the same as Franken's.

The shotgun in his hand also swelled up, like a wild beast.

Franken slightly restrained his smile, and his left hand turned into a huge turtle shell. After resisting the furious burst of shots, the turtle shell became shattered.

"He can even change the shape of his body at will..." The Mauser rifle kept firing, Sean pondered, "Extreme resilience, and mimetic ability at your fingertips...

"This is the research result he obtained by using those innocent people?"

Sean still remembered his own voice: "Sin Yan, belongs to Franken alone."

Looking at Ivan's eyes became firm, Sean transferred the spiritual power that seriously injured Wendy to "The Clown Hermit".

The swollen, red-light grenade shattered the last bit of tortoise shell in Franken's hand, and he seemed to decide to kill the female chess player first, ignoring Carlos' pursuit and rushing directly to Alicia.

Sean saw Franken's footsteps, and at the place where he stepped next, he used the power of "serving all things" to make a dent in the marble floor.

The Doctor fell to the ground with one foot on the ground, and Evan glided over.

With his hands tightly squeezed together, the white light of the "Pigeon Cage" was dyed red by the blood of the "Crow's Nest".

The "Raven Traveler" covered in black feathers, with white and gray hair mixed in, even surpasses the tall Franken in size.

"Grey Feather Traveler" suppressed Franken with his body, his huge beak like a spear, and claws as sharp as hunting knives, frantically tearing Franken on the ground.

One after another, purple-black tentacles gushed out from the doctor, entangling the giant of Gray Feather.

Two inhuman giants scuffled together.

Sean squatted on the ground, the heart lake was calm, and after manually loading, the highest concentration of "mist of grief" was mixed into the esoteric rifle bullet.

The gray-feathered traveler was strangled by the thick tentacles, and Franken enjoyed the blood of black crows and white doves, and the skin on his rapidly healing face showed a tyrannical smile.

In the scope, Sean stared coldly at Franken's head, who finally stopped moving.

boom!

Rifle fire.

The bullet drew a dark red trajectory, injecting the emotional power of "Elegy Twins" directly into Franken's mind.

The smile on the giant's face faded, his cheeks twitched, and he seemed to be in great grief.

For someone like Ralph Franken who has experienced great grief, the "Mist of Mourning" has a stronger effect.

The doctor stopped all movements, knelt on the ground halfway, hugged his hair and let out a huge wailing sound.

In the depths of the Wild Dog Park not far away, the "waste" that was sleeping in the forest suddenly hugged his head in pain.

Dirty Face Princess noticed that something was wrong with the big man, and pressed her small hand on the helmet of the trash: "Big man, what's wrong with you, are you alright?"

A messy room, a woman with a dismembered belly, a fetus that was dismembered...

Scenes of painful scenes flashed before the waste.

"It's so painful, thinking about this...it's so painful!"

Due to Franken's howl, all the tunnels shook, and loose soil fell one after another.

The non-people who were praying in the dark corridor fell into panic.

Someone shouted, "This is a sign, a sign of the day of redemption!

"The day of redemption is near!"

In the midst of a frenzy of praise, the fetus in the belly of the Virgin in the cave rolled his eyes coldly and looked in the direction of the "transmission power room".

In the hall, the Shaw-Ai Alliance got another chance to besiege Ralph Franken.

First the skin, then the viscera, the painful doctor, the bones are exposed to the air again.

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Sean frowned: "What happened in front of me seems to explain something...

"There must be some secret to the power that Franken possesses that cannot be possessed by humans...

"If you want to unlock this secret, you can only rely on me." In the Shengen space, Sean's eyes fell on the invisible jungle of filing cabinets.

"Trash, belief in the Mother of the Black Sheep, impossible resilience...

"I have to figure out the connection between these things...

"It is possible to end this endless killing."

Franken was once again blasted into a huge flesh and blood skeleton, but the team's spiritual power was almost bottomed out.

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