In the Resurrection Square, which was covered with scorch and cracks, the environment suddenly became darker, with more gloomy and coldness as if it were physically gloomy and cold. Even the dazzling silver-white lightning could not dispel this feeling.
Daly Simone keenly noticed that unknown creatures were traveling through the spiritual world, approaching this area, and a bad premonition suddenly emerged in her heart. She seemed to have seen Ince Zangwell easily escape with the help of this unexpected change, and she was missing.
Her body was so cold that it was hard to contain, as if she had just become an extraordinary person.
At that time, due to an accident, the 19-year-old lost her family, mistakenly surrendered the potion, became a corpse collector, and was placed in the Night-Watch Team.
The impact of the potion and the trauma of losing her family made her like to be cold and unable to help but get close to the corpse. She always wandered around the cemetery and slept in front of the grave.
This made her look weird and was rejected by others instinctively, which made her body temperature not only lower, but her heart seemed to be slowly freezing and becoming cold.
She was afraid of this feeling and still hoped that she was a living person. Fortunately, she had time to meet that man, the man who always listened to her words gently, the man who kept his help, calmly tolerated all the shortcomings of his teammates with a sincere attitude, and the man who liked to hide pain and sorrow in his heart and so that his hairline retreated early, was definitely the first man to stand up and block his teammates behind him when he encountered danger.
She changed and began to like to wear old-fashioned makeup, no longer approaching other men, only a little joke on her lips deliberately showed that she was different from the past.
However, she still didn't have time to witness the man's proficient role, digesting potions, and being promoted to Sequence 6, and not having time to participate in the last battle in his life.
Last time, I missed it and didn’t have time to do anything. Today, I don’t want to do this anymore...Daly’s expression became sad, the corners of her mouth curled up little by little, gentleness with a hint of regret.
Just thinking back to the child who has grown up and can stand alone, there is another sweetness on his lips.
With her eyes closed tightly, she suddenly pulled out a small metal bottle from the hidden bag of clothes, threw away the plug, and drank the liquid inside.
Her blue eyeshadow and blush suddenly became bright, and even her skin became a little transparent. Her hair that was coiled up instantly disintegrated, pushing her hood away and drifting around.
The spirits that roam in the void, the fearful creatures in the upper realm, and the unpredictable visitors.Daly recited quickly in the short and powerful Guhemis language, I, in my name, have signed a contract with you, begging you to leave here!
Eight-legged Inszangewell, a figure was outlined behind him. This was a blood-colored piece of flesh with countless eyes on it, inserted into arms of different races.
It was about to grab Inszangewell's body and drag him into the spiritual world, and suddenly paused, and looked at where Daly Simone was.
The surface of Daly's skin highlighted the dark snake scales, and white fuzz grew one after another in the gaps between the scales.
Her knees softened and she knelt down in pain, but she always maintained a psychic posture.
On Inszangwell's body, the quill pen started writing:
The unknown existence descended on the square of Resurrection and was about to take Inszangewell away. No, it was attracted by Daly Simone, its aesthetic tended to be human. Oh, it gave up Inszangewell, and it decided to follow Daly Simone's advice and leave here.
It's really unexpected that in the matter of psychics, Inszangewell, as a demigod, actually lost to Daly Simone, who only had Sequence 5. Although this lady paid a great price to take the "Spirit Flower" potion, there is no chance of winning Inszangewell Ah, who barely uses the "Alleshudd's pen".
Inszangewell was really unlucky and encountered something nearly 0 chances!
In the lightning strike, a blood-red light lit up in Inszangewell's dark eyes surrounded by mysterious symbols, and calmed down again. His hand holding the quill pen wrote on his body again:
Another unknown existence was attracted to the vicinity and tried to enter the real world...
Having written this, the quill pen paused for a moment and wrote down:
Come, come, it, He is Renette Tynikol!No, Renette Tinicol was driving all the creatures around the spiritual world, He glanced at Inszangewell, He withdrew His gaze, He left here, He continued wandering around.
Inszangewell was too unlucky, too unlucky!
Inszangewell's body, which was moving at high speed, paused suddenly, and seemed to have suffered a big blow.
Boom!
The thick silver-white lightning fell and slashed heavily on the eight-legged monster, causing Inszangewell to rise forward and make a scream that is not human.
In his dark eyes, a blood-red glow spread like an explosion, turning into two bloodthirsty, cruel and crazy light balls.
Inszangewell could no longer control his emotions, maintain a good state, and lost most of his sanity... The more he wrote the slightly broken quill, the more dimmer it became, and gradually stopped.
In the roar of chicken skin like bumps, endless darkness spread, pulling Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell into a dream at the same time.
But the thunder and lightning that came immediately woke up the sleeping people.
Inszangewell stepped on one of his eight legs, leaving a afterimage on the spot, and ran towards Daly Simone, who was in a semi-out of control, and cruelly tore the night watchman who ruined his escape.
Boom!Boom!
Exaggerated lightning falls stopped his actions.
Boom!Boom!
Eight strange legs covered with white feathers and many charred marks moved continuously. Inszangewell, who was half lying on the ground, wandering around the square, avoiding lightning strikes, looking for opportunities to kill Leonard and Daly.
Gradually, he had a certain sense of rationality and discovered a problem, that is, the frequency of lightning is slowing down!
The person who created the lightning strike and could not find the trace seemed to be approaching his limit and his spirituality was about to be exhausted!
Inszangewell's heart moved, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. He ran at high speed and said in the old Foxac language:
You all want to die!
He seemed to have forgotten to escape.
You are all going to die... Leonard Mitchell heard this, but there was no way, because he didn't dare to open his eyes, could not determine Ince Zangwell's position, and could not lock the other person with his spirituality.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Tingen City, to Black Thorn Security Company, to the day when he fought fiercely with Megaoos, and to the weak and powerless self who could not stop anything.
At that time, he clearly wanted to help the captain and Klein, but he had overcome his fear and had an old man to provide assistance, but because the sequence was too low and his strength was not enough, he was quickly stunned and could not participate in the subsequent battle. He could only see two corpses when he woke up, and could only face the pain of his relatives to relieve his inner self-blame.
The leisurely life in Tingen City, the feeling of thinking that the protagonist of the drama but not having to take responsibility, made Leonard miss it all the time, but the more he missed, the more he hated himself, the more he was upset why he didn't work hard earlier.
Before his closed eyes, the light and shadow shaking, Leonard clamped his hands tightly into fists and shouted in a hurry:
Old man!
Old man!
This time, there was no sound in his mind, no one gave him assistance, and Palessolo Yasde was still sleeping.
Leonard's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his head couldn't help but follow the flash of light and moved left and right, then his voice was slightly hoarse and his tone was obviously panicked:
Old man!
Old man!
Old man!!
The voice gradually lowered and disappeared into the thunderous sound. Leonard's head drooped little by little, and his face was once again filled with self-blame and pain.
His lips twitched, his hands loosened and clenched, and his whole body solidified for several seconds.
Suddenly, his expression suddenly became decisive, his face opened his mouth in a twisted manner, and he murmured in Guhmis:
Fools who do not belong to this era;
The mysterious master above the grey fog;
The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck!
As soon as the prayer fell, a strange picture appeared in his mind:
Inszangewell, who seemed to have become a spider or a deformed wolf, was running quickly, avoiding lightning strikes, and wanted to attack himself or Daly Simone from time to time.
Unlike normal, Inszangewell's figure in this picture is quite blurry, almost replaced by a red light, and can only be used to confirm the position.
Leonard was stunned at first, then laughed, and tears fell down his face.
Without hesitation, he raised his left palm, pressed the glove on his forehead, and then held the stolen talisman tightly with his right hand.
destiny!
As the hard and mysterious ancient Hormis words echoed, Leonard gathered the transparent book in front of me, and when I came, I saw that I turned to one of the pages of the misty chants I recorded, locking the eight-legged monster with many white feathers.
Silver-white lightning burst out suddenly, and Leonard Mitchell threw out the spell with a ferocious expression, shouting in a loud voice:
Go and die!Ince Zangwell!
With this sound, he waited for a long time and practiced it repeatedly in his heart.
Daly Simone keenly noticed that unknown creatures were traveling through the spiritual world, approaching this area, and a bad premonition suddenly emerged in her heart. She seemed to have seen Ince Zangwell easily escape with the help of this unexpected change, and she was missing.
Her body was so cold that it was hard to contain, as if she had just become an extraordinary person.
At that time, due to an accident, the 19-year-old lost her family, mistakenly surrendered the potion, became a corpse collector, and was placed in the Night-Watch Team.
The impact of the potion and the trauma of losing her family made her like to be cold and unable to help but get close to the corpse. She always wandered around the cemetery and slept in front of the grave.
This made her look weird and was rejected by others instinctively, which made her body temperature not only lower, but her heart seemed to be slowly freezing and becoming cold.
She was afraid of this feeling and still hoped that she was a living person. Fortunately, she had time to meet that man, the man who always listened to her words gently, the man who kept his help, calmly tolerated all the shortcomings of his teammates with a sincere attitude, and the man who liked to hide pain and sorrow in his heart and so that his hairline retreated early, was definitely the first man to stand up and block his teammates behind him when he encountered danger.
She changed and began to like to wear old-fashioned makeup, no longer approaching other men, only a little joke on her lips deliberately showed that she was different from the past.
However, she still didn't have time to witness the man's proficient role, digesting potions, and being promoted to Sequence 6, and not having time to participate in the last battle in his life.
Last time, I missed it and didn’t have time to do anything. Today, I don’t want to do this anymore...Daly’s expression became sad, the corners of her mouth curled up little by little, gentleness with a hint of regret.
Just thinking back to the child who has grown up and can stand alone, there is another sweetness on his lips.
With her eyes closed tightly, she suddenly pulled out a small metal bottle from the hidden bag of clothes, threw away the plug, and drank the liquid inside.
Her blue eyeshadow and blush suddenly became bright, and even her skin became a little transparent. Her hair that was coiled up instantly disintegrated, pushing her hood away and drifting around.
The spirits that roam in the void, the fearful creatures in the upper realm, and the unpredictable visitors.Daly recited quickly in the short and powerful Guhemis language, I, in my name, have signed a contract with you, begging you to leave here!
Eight-legged Inszangewell, a figure was outlined behind him. This was a blood-colored piece of flesh with countless eyes on it, inserted into arms of different races.
It was about to grab Inszangewell's body and drag him into the spiritual world, and suddenly paused, and looked at where Daly Simone was.
The surface of Daly's skin highlighted the dark snake scales, and white fuzz grew one after another in the gaps between the scales.
Her knees softened and she knelt down in pain, but she always maintained a psychic posture.
On Inszangwell's body, the quill pen started writing:
The unknown existence descended on the square of Resurrection and was about to take Inszangewell away. No, it was attracted by Daly Simone, its aesthetic tended to be human. Oh, it gave up Inszangewell, and it decided to follow Daly Simone's advice and leave here.
It's really unexpected that in the matter of psychics, Inszangewell, as a demigod, actually lost to Daly Simone, who only had Sequence 5. Although this lady paid a great price to take the "Spirit Flower" potion, there is no chance of winning Inszangewell Ah, who barely uses the "Alleshudd's pen".
Inszangewell was really unlucky and encountered something nearly 0 chances!
In the lightning strike, a blood-red light lit up in Inszangewell's dark eyes surrounded by mysterious symbols, and calmed down again. His hand holding the quill pen wrote on his body again:
Another unknown existence was attracted to the vicinity and tried to enter the real world...
Having written this, the quill pen paused for a moment and wrote down:
Come, come, it, He is Renette Tynikol!No, Renette Tinicol was driving all the creatures around the spiritual world, He glanced at Inszangewell, He withdrew His gaze, He left here, He continued wandering around.
Inszangewell was too unlucky, too unlucky!
Inszangewell's body, which was moving at high speed, paused suddenly, and seemed to have suffered a big blow.
Boom!
The thick silver-white lightning fell and slashed heavily on the eight-legged monster, causing Inszangewell to rise forward and make a scream that is not human.
In his dark eyes, a blood-red glow spread like an explosion, turning into two bloodthirsty, cruel and crazy light balls.
Inszangewell could no longer control his emotions, maintain a good state, and lost most of his sanity... The more he wrote the slightly broken quill, the more dimmer it became, and gradually stopped.
In the roar of chicken skin like bumps, endless darkness spread, pulling Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell into a dream at the same time.
But the thunder and lightning that came immediately woke up the sleeping people.
Inszangewell stepped on one of his eight legs, leaving a afterimage on the spot, and ran towards Daly Simone, who was in a semi-out of control, and cruelly tore the night watchman who ruined his escape.
Boom!Boom!
Exaggerated lightning falls stopped his actions.
Boom!Boom!
Eight strange legs covered with white feathers and many charred marks moved continuously. Inszangewell, who was half lying on the ground, wandering around the square, avoiding lightning strikes, looking for opportunities to kill Leonard and Daly.
Gradually, he had a certain sense of rationality and discovered a problem, that is, the frequency of lightning is slowing down!
The person who created the lightning strike and could not find the trace seemed to be approaching his limit and his spirituality was about to be exhausted!
Inszangewell's heart moved, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. He ran at high speed and said in the old Foxac language:
You all want to die!
He seemed to have forgotten to escape.
You are all going to die... Leonard Mitchell heard this, but there was no way, because he didn't dare to open his eyes, could not determine Ince Zangwell's position, and could not lock the other person with his spirituality.
At this moment, he seemed to have returned to Tingen City, to Black Thorn Security Company, to the day when he fought fiercely with Megaoos, and to the weak and powerless self who could not stop anything.
At that time, he clearly wanted to help the captain and Klein, but he had overcome his fear and had an old man to provide assistance, but because the sequence was too low and his strength was not enough, he was quickly stunned and could not participate in the subsequent battle. He could only see two corpses when he woke up, and could only face the pain of his relatives to relieve his inner self-blame.
The leisurely life in Tingen City, the feeling of thinking that the protagonist of the drama but not having to take responsibility, made Leonard miss it all the time, but the more he missed, the more he hated himself, the more he was upset why he didn't work hard earlier.
Before his closed eyes, the light and shadow shaking, Leonard clamped his hands tightly into fists and shouted in a hurry:
Old man!
Old man!
This time, there was no sound in his mind, no one gave him assistance, and Palessolo Yasde was still sleeping.
Leonard's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his head couldn't help but follow the flash of light and moved left and right, then his voice was slightly hoarse and his tone was obviously panicked:
Old man!
Old man!
Old man!!
The voice gradually lowered and disappeared into the thunderous sound. Leonard's head drooped little by little, and his face was once again filled with self-blame and pain.
His lips twitched, his hands loosened and clenched, and his whole body solidified for several seconds.
Suddenly, his expression suddenly became decisive, his face opened his mouth in a twisted manner, and he murmured in Guhmis:
Fools who do not belong to this era;
The mysterious master above the grey fog;
The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck!
As soon as the prayer fell, a strange picture appeared in his mind:
Inszangewell, who seemed to have become a spider or a deformed wolf, was running quickly, avoiding lightning strikes, and wanted to attack himself or Daly Simone from time to time.
Unlike normal, Inszangewell's figure in this picture is quite blurry, almost replaced by a red light, and can only be used to confirm the position.
Leonard was stunned at first, then laughed, and tears fell down his face.
Without hesitation, he raised his left palm, pressed the glove on his forehead, and then held the stolen talisman tightly with his right hand.
destiny!
As the hard and mysterious ancient Hormis words echoed, Leonard gathered the transparent book in front of me, and when I came, I saw that I turned to one of the pages of the misty chants I recorded, locking the eight-legged monster with many white feathers.
Silver-white lightning burst out suddenly, and Leonard Mitchell threw out the spell with a ferocious expression, shouting in a loud voice:
Go and die!Ince Zangwell!
With this sound, he waited for a long time and practiced it repeatedly in his heart.
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