Recalling what Bezebub said to him at that time, Arensis looked at the people in front of him, not knowing what choice should be made.

‘We are just to avoid unnecessary casualties, but we have no obligation to ensure everyone’s safety. Some people will choose to stay here and don’t believe that we can guess at it from the beginning.

This is also good. If there are too many people, it will easily attract attention, which will lead to some unnecessary troubles.

This is what Beizeb made to Aroncis when he left.

He is a bad guy, but he is only limited to those who are familiar with himself, or those who seem to be able to see him.

If he is facing some strangers, he will show more rational attitude to think.

It's like the matter of rescuing patients now.

He was able to consider the safety of these guys and was also at the influence of his inner moral bottom line. As for the result, he still expressed his expression very casually.

It is best to be taken away. If you can't, then let them stay here by themselves. Maybe luck and war will not affect them. There is still a possibility of survival.

This is not his ruthlessness.

If he wants Aroncis to take all these people away, the risks he has to face will be greater, and the longer the time will be more dangerous. If he is discovered, it may even be risky of being done together.

In order to be more secure, it is a last resort to abandoning some stubborn elements.

"So......"

Aroncis frowned, and he was about to make a decision.

But at this moment, a young man with thin body and pale skin walked up from the other side of the corridor.

"Who is it?!"

Seeing this scene, everyone showed vigilant expressions.

A strange-looking weapon also appeared in Aroncis's hand, aiming it at the thin young man who suddenly walked up.

If they were just ordinary guys, they would never be as nervous as they are now, as if they were facing a great enemy. The key to the present is that they felt a dangerous aura in this thin young man who looked weak.

Head-on battle is a situation where you will lose.

Rona pulled Angelia beside her, and the two leaned in the direction of Aroncis, and at the same time they took a defensive posture.

Now, the only one in the entire team who has the highest attack power and is the least likely to be targeted is Aroncis. If they want to break through or kill the guy in front of them, they must first provide Alenses with an opportunity to output.

Let’s firstly, no matter whether the young man in front of him or others is a friend or an enemy, the level of danger alone is enough to mobilize all his strength and be ready to deal with his attack at any time.

"I'm really lucky."

The thin young man looked up at everyone, with a slightly cunning smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that I could meet you in this place."

"Our kill target."

“!!”

Everyone's faces sternly, and now they can be convinced that their opponent is an enemy, not a friend.

If Besieb was present at this time, he might be able to recognize the identity of the thin young man in front of him.

Ghost Hand Young Man.

This is how he named this young man.

Because of his huge arm like a ghost, Bethibu would use this method to call him.

But now it seems that he has accepted some special transformation. His arm with ghost hands is like a normal person's arm at this time, and there is no clue.

He has undergone transformation.

Yes, after that, they underwent the transformation by Dr. Sain, and six people successfully withstood the transformation. Among the seven experimental subjects, only one unlucky guy died because he could not bear the pain and caused his will to shake.

"laugh--!!"

Accompanied by a sound like steam erupting, his left arm was gradually covered by a layer of fine scales, and there were traces of mechanical transformation above the scales. Sharp steel thorns were derived from the surface of the steel sheet, and a manic force was entangled on the surface of the thorns, as if they could tear everything in front of them.

"Iko, you can call me that."

The young man who called himself Iko smiled, as if he was talking to a few dead people, and the disdain in his eyes was already revealed without any mercy.

"If there is hell, I hope you can convey my name in hell, so that the guys who once looked down on me know that I have reached a point where they will never catch up."

"After all, you are not relying on your own strength. I really don't understand. What's the point of boasting about being proud of?"

"What do you know? You...wait...?!"

It seemed that I heard the least voice I wanted to hear, Iko's expression stopped, and then turned to look in the direction of the sound source.

Just at the entrance of the stairs behind him, Bethibu was holding the holy sword, leaning against the wall, looking at him with an expression of watching the show.

"What's wrong? It's only been a few days, and I can't remember it anymore?"

The corners of his mouth raised, Bezebu showed a kind smile, twisted his neck and said with a smile.

"I heard, you seem to be preparing to let my team members go to hell?"

Recalling the scene that day when I was swallowed by the holy light, Ico felt a little fearful in his heart.

But his temper would not make him admit defeat like this, because in his opinion, this would make him look embarrassed.

"So what?" Yico looked up at him. Looking back on the physical strengthening he had obtained over the past few days, he felt a little confident in his heart.

"I am not the same as before. The seal on my arm has been lifted. Mysterious power has been continuously entering my body. Now that I am here, you can't stop the plan of that great existence!"

As he said that, his body surface was covered with a layer of purple-black mist, which really looked like something particularly mysterious.

Bethibu couldn't help but curl his lips, feeling speechless in his heart.

I wondered if this guy had a second-year illness? He was still sealed... It was just a transformation, so where was he as mysterious as he said...

However, it is worth mentioning that the guy Sain has a very strong brainwashing technique.

Being able to brainwash these guys so much trust him is a powerful ability.

However, this time Bezebuk had no intention of wasting time with this guy.

"Have you finished speaking? If you finish speaking, I'd better send you on your way first."

He drew out the holy sword and looked at Iko with a sharp look.
Chapter completed!