章節 1027: Supporting

Rozier grew furious. He punched Knox in his face, sinking his fist into the ground like a submerged submarine in the deepest depths of the Knox was instantly killed. Blood splattered everywhere. Knox's skull shattered to pieces like a glass vase. Rozier wanted to examine his pockets to see if he was telling the truth about not having the Elven core. He searched his pockets and found a piece of paper with a 4 digit code. Earlier he saw a door that required a pin. He quickly ran back to the heap of trash Knox called home. The code was 1980. As Rozier typed the code in the door, a secret staircase was created. Knox was very talented at making something out of nothing. Knox created a small base in which he hid valuable items, extra food in case some of the local creatures broke into his house when he wasn't home, extra supplies, and of course The Legendary Lost Core/key which would open the giant door in the dungeons. Only Queen Ariel had been in and out of the dungeon without using the Elven Core. As Rozier stuck out his hand to grab the Elven Core, lasers suddenly popped out of nowhere, slicing off a couple of Rozier's fingers. Rozier jumped back 5 feet away from the lasers. He slowly picked up his severed fingers, stuffing them in his pocket. He had to find a way to disarm the security lasers. He started to examine the small bunker, finding a switch that required another 4 digit code. Rozier typed in the same 1980 code. The code was processing. After a couple of seconds, the security lasers disappeared. He grabbed the Elven Core, tightly clutching it in his injured hand. Rozier walked up the stairs and left the small house made of rusted metal and trash. His blood caused the nearby creatures to turn rowdy and wild. He was surrounded. Rozier picked up his spear, counting all the creatures he had to kill. Just as one of the creatures leaped towards Rozier, the beast's head was removed from its shoulders by Cirdan. Rozier scanned the area and saw Cirdan, holding a plasma rifle. Cirdan was an elf who used more weapons than the actual powers he worked so hard to perfect and master. He normally would use small blades, plasma rifles, and spears. The creatures were now targeting Cirdan. 3 of the savage hounds, leaped towards Cirdan. Cirdan stuck his hand out, firing a beam at the creatures, exterminating all of them. Blood and limbs laid everywhere. Cirdan slid down the mountain trash, front flipping onto the ground, landing perfectly on his feet. " Where's the core?" Rozier had the core behind his back. He hid it in his waist and sucked his teeth. " I don't know where it is. I don't think it's here." Cirdan pulled out a tracking device and saw that core was nearby. He automatically knew Rozier had the core on him. Cirdan placed a serious expression on his face. " Hand it over, brother. Rozier began laughing. " Who do you think you are little brother?" " I'm the bigger brother. I ain't giving you shit so you can take all the credit and benefits. Cirdan tossed his plasma rifle to the side, cracking his knuckles. He clenched his hand into a fist, punching Rozier in the face, knocking out one of his teeth. Rozier spat up blood and one of his teeth, slapping Cirdan through a mountain of trash. Smoke rose through the air. Little brother, you will never surpass me." Let's just get on with this.