Looking at her bone whip, now completely stained red, a hint of doubt flashed in Hela's large, peach-pink eyes.
She reached out and grabbed the blood-stained bone whip, squeezing it tightly.
The bone whip, which should have been crushed, remained completely unharmed.
Hela seemed to realize something, and looked at the burly man's corpse with a sense of immense satisfaction.
Just as Hela was about to study it more closely...
The tall, thin man, wielding a blood-stained knife, charged forward in a flash.
Hela, without even turning her head, swung her other bone whip at him, one that wasn't stained with blood.
The tall, thin man slashed down with his sword.
With a snap, the bone whip was easily severed by him.
Hela realized something was wrong and turned to look at him, but her vision suddenly shot upwards.
Then it quickly moves down to the ground and rolls twice.
Hela's head was chopped off by the tall, thin man.
The tall, thin man gripped the knife and breathed a sigh of relief; he had underestimated Hela.
I initially thought she was just a spoiled rich girl who grew up in the city and knew nothing.
But unexpectedly, Hela was also a superhuman, with terrifying abilities, and she showed no mercy whatsoever.
Although he lost a companion, he should be able to give an explanation to the gods by obtaining the head of a pure person.
The tall, thin man turned around, preparing to pick up Hela's head.
But what came into view was not Hela's head and corpse, but a headless Hela still wielding a bone whip that wasn't stained with blood, attacking herself.
I carefully held the burly man's corpse with the red bone whip, not using it to attack.
The tall, thin man was startled. Without thinking, he jumped back to dodge the attack and create distance.
Hela, however, persisted, leaping forward and instantly closing the distance with the tall, thin man.
"Damn! How did you even see that you don't have a head?!"
The tall, thin man cursed angrily as he continued jumping backward.
Hela couldn't see anything at that moment, since her head had been cut off.
But the eyeball she threw on the ground at the beginning worked.
Her plant-like eyes stared unblinkingly at the tall, thin man and Hela herself.
The skilled man retreated sharply once more, simultaneously reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Molotov cocktail.
He then took out a lighter, lit it, and threw it at Hela.
Hela swung her bone whip, and the fragile Molotov cocktail shattered instantly.
The burning alcohol was sprayed onto the bone whip and also onto Hela.
The raging fire enveloped Hela, turning her into a human torch, and a burning sensation followed.
Headless, Hela found herself burning, and the fear of flames quickly overwhelmed her.
The burning fire whips began to lash wildly in the air, and Hela lay on the ground, rolling around incessantly, trying to extinguish the flames.
The tall, thin man, who had been panicking, was stunned for a moment upon seeing this, then immediately realized that Hela's weakness was her fear of fire.
He reached into his pocket again, pulled out a Molotov cocktail, lit it, and threw it over.
The flames, which Hela had almost extinguished, reignited, and Hela began to struggle again.
Seeing that Hela was indeed afraid of fire, the tall, thin man revealed a sinister smile.
He wanted to throw a few more Molotov cocktails at Hela, but found he had none left.
After thinking about it, he figured other firearms should be about the same.
Then, incredibly, he pulled a rocket launcher directly from his pocket!
Take out the rocket, mount it, aim at the constantly rolling Hela, and press the trigger hard.
boom!
With an explosion of flames, it rose from Hela's body, the fire and thick smoke burying her figure.
The tall, thin man quickly reloaded the rocket and pulled the trigger again.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Several explosions rang out, turning the ground into a charred black.
The tall, thin man put down the rocket launcher, leaned against it, and wiped his sweat.
Looking at the thick smoke in front of him, he smiled smugly. He refused to believe that Hela could survive such a violent explosion.
Even someone at the ' Transcendent ' level would be half-dead from such power.
Not to mention Hela, whose cultivation level seems to be only ' King Master '.
As the thick smoke dissipated, a figure engulfed in flames stood upright within it.
The tall, thin man's pupils contracted sharply, and then he began to tremble violently.
Impossible! She's still alive!
Hela, whose head had grown back, stared intently at the person before her.
Flames and explosions again!
Everything terrified Hela; the man before her had used attacks that could have killed her.
For the first time, Hela so desperately wanted to kill someone.
Pfft!
A bone whip burst forth from her body, but this time it grew directly from Hela's abdomen.
Without any time to react, they broke through the smoke and stabbed at the opponent at top speed.
The tall, thin man trembled as he loaded the rocket launcher, preparing to fire another shot.
But the bone whip had already reached him, destroying the rocket launcher in one fell swoop.
With a loud bang!
The rocket exploded the instant it was destroyed, and the tall, thin man was blasted to the side.
Hela grabbed the bone whip from her abdomen and yanked it off.
The soft bone whip appeared to straighten as if it had been taut the moment it was pulled down.
With a sudden jerk of both hands, the bone whip, as thick as a thigh and nearly ten meters long, was hurled at the tall, thin man.
A burst of blood mist exploded, and the tall, thin man's right hand, already charred black from the explosion, was shattered by the bone whip and embedded in the rock wall.
"Well!"
The tall, thin man collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching his missing right hand, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
But when he saw Hela being slowly burned to ashes in the sea of fire, he breathed a sigh of relief.
A feeling of relief washed over me, and even my severed right hand no longer hurt so much.
He knelt down, pulled a bandage from his pocket, and began to bite it to stop the bleeding, completely unaware of the bone whip behind him that was slowly deforming.
The tall, thin man clumsily wrapped two bandages around his wound when he suddenly heard what sounded like footsteps behind him.
He turned his head away, somewhat puzzled.
A long bone knife pierced his mouth the instant he turned his head, piercing through his head.
Blood flowed from his mouth, staining the bandage he was holding blood red.
He raised his eyes in disbelief, and Hela's expressionless, flawless face appeared before him.
Then it slowly turned black, becoming the last thing he saw in his life.
Sensing the other party's disappearance, Hela twisted the bone knife, preparing to pull it out.
As soon as it was pulled out, a bunch of items burst out of the tall, thin man's corpse like an explosion.
Although Hela reacted quickly and retreated, she was still buried under a flood of debris.
Hela was a little confused, not knowing what had just happened.
But she quickly began to pry open the objects around her, and then slowly moved her body, crawling out from the pile of things.
Standing on a small hill made of debris.
Hela examined these things carefully.
There were clothes, electrical appliances, and some strange things.
But the most numerous items were weapons—firearms, melee weapons, all kinds.