Rozim looked at Sinrata, looking at the blood that was supposed to be shed by himself, then sighed and whispered:
"I don't know what you are and what purpose it is, but you saved me three times, which is enough. If you need any help from me, you can say it."
Sinrata smiled slightly, and used her bloody hands to sway his sunglasses from her chest pocket and put them on her bloody face.
“This is a…a very interesting trip.”
He gasped, his breathing gradually weakened.
"But I can't help... and continue to walk with you-"
Chinrata paused and glanced at Rozim's belt.
"But the trip is over, save it or hand it over to your battle captain, and we... will see you again."
After saying that, his head sagged and his breath was completely gone.
Rozim was stunned. He didn't expect that the first person who died in the team would be Sinrata, this guy who seemed to be able to do anything.
Just as he felt a little sad, Sinrata's body gradually dissipated, like countless green fireflies, transforming between the world, including his knife.
"Boss, he... is dead."
Kron's tone was very sad. He introduced Sinrata to the team, but he didn't expect that it would end up like this.
"Ah, he said he would see you again. I believe this guy, and he never broke his promise."
Rozim stood up, patted the mud on his body, and looked at the sky again. Although it was still cloudy, there was at least no storm.
"Let's go, we have to find a way to get back on the boat."
"Go? Can you get out?"
A sound suddenly rang out.
At that moment, a feeling swallowed Rozim, like a finger slashing across the back.
It's not just a threat, it's much more terrifying than that.
He turned around and saw a tiny golden flame appearing more than ten meters away. It surrounds and connects with itself, swallowing itself until it becomes a circle, a passage, and a door.
It seemed that a man walked in through it, and the bright light surrounded him, causing Rozim to shed tears in the moment he saw it.
Rozim blinked, and the light flashed and disappeared at this moment, leaving only the silhouette of the man.
It was a man, a tall man with amber skin, a man in delicate cobalt blue robes and quality boots.
The man walked with a long staff and laughed when he saw Rozim, his golden eyes lit up.
Rozim also noticed the sign of the court on the other side, and his heart suddenly felt cold.
"It seems you have noticed who I am, mortal."
The man smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Supreme what you have received, and I promise to forgive your sins."
"Uh, this-"
Rozim hesitated for a moment, and he knew that offending the Inquisition was not a good thing, not only himself, but also implicating the battle group.
As for how a judge appeared here, he didn't think much about it.
Just as he had already begun to shake, Cron suddenly came up and whispered:
"Boss...this guy smells wrong! He is even more smelly than a super psychic boy!"
After hearing what he said, Rozim was shocked. He had been in the green-skinned society and knew what Cron was talking about.
Super Psychic Boy, a large tribe may not have one, they are all very powerful characters. Green skin is more sensitive to psychic energy. If Kron says that the other party's taste is heavier than the super Psychic Boy, then this means that this is a very perverted psychic.
Will such a person be a judge?
Rozim immediately became alert and took a step back.
"Wait, who is your last name? What is your proof? I need to contact my superior first."
The man smiled and shook his head.
"I didn't want to do this, after all, I'm not interested in your lives."
As he said that, his blue uniform turned into cobalt blue armor plates and metal, his pendants turned into golden borders, and the long staff became a coiled staff, with a violet crystal at the top, which grew larger and expanded, becoming huge, terrifying and ancient.
Finally, he turned into a heretic monster, wearing a mask with horns and one-eyed forehead.
"My name is Azek Aliman. Maybe you don't know the name, but it doesn't matter."
Accompanied by terrible words, more cobalt blue giants came out, their python-shaped crowns were so dazzling, but their movements were indescribable.
"You...don't you!"
Rozim shouted this to the mage as if he threw a dagger, his muscles fighting against nothingness, and the blue veins swelled up and wanted to pull out the hidden pistol.
"Heavenly waste."
He struggled to say from his teeth.
"I understand! You have been waiting here for a long time, you have led us and the demons here!"
Aliman tilted his head and looked at the mortal man patiently with his crystal eyepiece.
"My name is Aliman."
He seemed to be offended, and the real voice was accented but very elegant high Gothic.
"And it's not me who leads you here. You reach this end with your own free will, just like everyone else."
Hank Evans was pinned to sobs, and now he was kneeling on the ground, frightened.
"Then you should choose."
Under his words, lightning appeared around Rozim, fear appeared in the heart of the adventurer, and his nose began to bleed.
He struggled to break through the constraints that the mage had put on his body, his bones made a clicking sound and his eyes were popping out.
“First of all, I personally don’t like violence.”
Aliman said.
“But reality always has no more choice.”
He raised his hand and all the silent warriors moved in unison, as if they were completely controlled by the mage's thoughts.
They raised their ancient weapons, but before they could fire, a slam shattered the air.
Aliman staggered for a moment, and the mage's restraint on Rozim was also lifted.
He turned around and saw Cron standing up, holding the big gun in one hand, and then the green-skinned technician spoke without raising the volume. But the sound still came, bright and clear.
"Fuck your fucking nerd boy."
Aliman looked at him, took off his mask and showed his face.
The skin of this Thousand Character Wizard has a crystal texture, reflecting light slightly, like a piece of clear amber.
"vulgar."
He gently put his staff to the ground, and the surrounding stones began to bubble and deform, and as Cron fired at him again, he instantly summoned a storm, caught every bullet and detonated them.
At this time, the surrounding mud and jungle turned into a hideous pyramid of marble, mirror and blinking eyes, and huge pieces of glass spurted out from it, surrounding Rozim and the other two like claws.
The summoned storm became even more intense and darker, and even at this time, Rozim seemed to be able to see the wizard looking into his eyes from his mirror altar.
Then he began to speak in the sound of the storm.
"Then I have to kill you."
"Aliman, you can't kill anyone."
Suddenly, with a deserted sound, the pyramid was broken.