The thief The talisman disappeared into the air as soon as it left Leonard Mitchell's hand, and it went somewhere, making the location where he and Inszangewell were dim at the same time, and even the expanding silver-white storm could not be illuminated.
At this moment, Leonard felt his body numb, as if lightning had already jumped on it, causing a slight pain like a needle, which would completely carbonize his body at any time.
But next, he was not attacked by unbearable severe pain, as if nothing had happened.
No, something happened, and a lightning bolt with its minions spreading hard in front of him, shattering the ground and charred the soil.
While Leonard Mitchell used the Traitors spell, Klein took the initiative to let his lightning strike deviate from Incezangwell!
Ah！
A shrill scream rang out, and the rich darkness around Inszangewell failed to offset the storm of silver-white lightning intertwined, allowing the body to be swept into it.
He took over Leonard Mitchell's fate of being swallowed by the Lightning Storm!
Boom!
The low thunder suddenly exploded, and the thundering forest quickly dissipated, but the previous lightning storm had not yet ended completely, and silver-white lightning fell from the sky, setting off a new huge wave.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Thor's roars one after another, and the lightning frequency that had just been reduced returned to normal, and there was even less gap. Even though Inszangewell was in a place where there were layers of darkness, it could not destroy all the silver.
After several storms, the dazzling light finally dimmed, and the tiny electric snake ran around weakly.
Inszangewell was still standing there, not falling down.
However, his head, which had dark eyes, blood-red light balls, and mysterious symbols, had cracked one after another, and the blood and flesh were charred in the gap, and the gray-white liquid was overflowing little by little.
His four legs on his ribs and waist were completely charred and curled up, as if he would fall off with just a touch.
On it, not only were the white feathers hard to see, but even the blood vessels wrapped around the surface were carbonized and shattered, scattered all over the ground, which was highly consistent with the body.
But even so, Inszangewell was not dead. The creature that gained divine nature possessed vitality that normal people could not imagine!
The blood-red light ball in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the violent and crazy aura could no longer weaken. His heart was filled with regret and the urge to vent.
He hated himself for running away at the beginning, rather than killing the enemies present. At that time, if he had used his abilities without hesitation and showed the terror of the demigod without reservation, he would definitely be able to kill Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell in the lightning strike, and would not have been so embarrassed by the two extraordinary people in the sequence.
Damn it, damn it!Incezangwell roared, throwing away the 008th quill, and strutting the remaining four legs towards Leonard Mitchell.
Just as Leonard was about to move, his body suddenly felt a little cold, as if he was wrapped up in the darkness and from the dream, and he could no longer move.
Boom!
A lightning strikes down and hits Inszangewell, but he just shakes for a moment and drops a few pieces of charred flesh and blood. He does not stop attacking, and even shows a cruel smile.
After this attack, he was extremely sure that the person who was hiding behind the scenes to drive lightning was approaching the limit and could no longer use the ability of the demigod level!
Leonard, who was wrapped in invisible hair, had a quick and quiet thought, as if he didn't want to resist anymore, and just slept in the darkness.
He couldn't move and bit his teeth lightly, briefly recovered a certain idea, and let the transparent book in front of him sound ethereal chants again:
I came, I saw, I recorded!
The whimpering wind echoed suddenly, and a terrifying tornado ran towards Inszangewell, who was just pounced on him.
It tore off the illusory things of black hair, and Leonard gained the freedom to move.
Wow!
Inszangewell was thrown up and hit the ground hard, with deep fragments on his body, and pale blood flowing out of it.
He lost one of his front legs again and was still not dead. He stood up again, locking in the night poet opposite him who had not opened his eyes.
There were almost no signs. Leonard's soles slipped and fell to the ground. He wanted to get up, but he was always unable to maintain balance. Even creating a strong wind and rolling up himself, he failed miserably.
Damn it!When I was in Tingen, I should have killed you who was unconscious!Inszangewell cursed like gritting his teeth, that woman is about to die, so are you!
While cursing, he limped towards Leonard's position, as if he had lost the ability to move at high speed, and his expression was extremely ferocious:
Your captain is so annoying, so are your teammates, so are you!
When I kill you, I will leave here and go back to Tinggen to dig out their graves!
Amid the curse, darkness with the breath of death surged out of Incezangwell's body, covering Leonard Mitchell not far away.
Leonard felt the trouble of misfortune, but he was powerless and didn't even dare to open his eyes.
Bang!
In a gunshot, Danjin's bullet shot into the darkness with a strong sense of death, bringing up the blazing sunlight, neutralizing the abnormality there.
Bang!Tarot cards flew over and inserted them in different places on the ground.
One of them, located in front of Leonard, immediately rose with a red flame.
In the flames, a figure wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black formal suit, and a long tube revolver walked out. His black hair and brown eyes were dark, his outline was deep, and his bookish spirit was very heavy. It was Klein Moretti.
He was unable to control the scepter of the Sea God, and had already decided to return to the real world, and came to ring with the death bell!
You are indeed you!You are indeed still alive!Let's die together!Inszangewell's speed recovered and wandered around Klein, trying to force the other party into his dream.
He was actually pretending just now!
But Klein was not affected at all, and showed no sign of falling asleep. He raised his right hand and pulled the trigger as if he had a premonition.
Bang!
Inszangewell was overturned to the ground by a powerful impact, and the cracks on his head became wider and wider.
The shot just now was shot for Ms. Daly.Klein spoke in a deep voice, snapping his fingers, and with the help of the rising flame, he flashed to the other side of Incezangwell.
Inszangewell's eyes bulged out, and he moved at high speed while allowing the bad luck to spread, trying to affect the other party, but this had no effect.
This shot was from Leonard.
All the tarot cards were ignited at the same time, like blooming fireworks. Klein flashed behind Incezangwell, pulled the hammer away, and pulled the trigger purely by intuition.
Bang!
Inszangewell's left leg had a pale blood, breaking directly from the middle.
His run came to an abrupt end, and even his balance was almost impossible to maintain.
With the help of burning tarot cards, Klein made continuous flame jumps, preventing himself from falling into the influence of those black hairs.
This shot was from Megoos.
This shot belongs to the inside guard.
This shot was from the destroyed Black Thorn Security Company.
This shot belongs to all the 'Night-Watchers'.
This shot is my own.
In the bang bang sound, Klein pulled the trigger continuously, fired a silver magic bullet, breaking Inszangewell's other leg, opening his forehead, making his roaring sound lower and lower, and gradually lying to the ground.
Finally, Klein flashed in front of Incezangwell and pressed the death knell revolver on his face.
At this moment, Inszangewell's head was about to crack, and the mysterious and strange patterns were highlighted, creating a strong impact.
He also has the ability to resist!
He was waiting for the other party to get closer and turned the situation around with his own mythical creature form!
However, Klein's brown eyes looked at him like that, but nothing was reflected.
He stepped forward with even harder and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Inszangewell's head exploded completely, like a broken watermelon, with fragments and juice spilling everywhere.
The death bell rings for him.
Klein raised his left hand and rubbed his eyes off, pushing the real eyes hidden below back to his original position.
His brown eyes were filled with mist, and the corners of his mouth were raised a little by little. He said in a low voice to the dead Inszangewell:
This shot belongs to the captain.
He did not give the other party a chance to give his last words, and he did not want to know what bitter past in Inszangewell had.
He then took out the remaining tarot card from his pocket and threw it on Inszangewell's body.
This is a reverse star card.
At this time, a figure appeared not far away, bent down and picked up the dim quill.
The figure was wearing a simple white robe, with a light golden beard covering the lower half of her face, and a silver cross pendant hung on her chest, like the most ordinary priest, the king of angels, Adam!
Adam looked at Klein and smiled warmly:
Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the snake.
He looked at the quill in his hand, looked at the tarot card again, and added with a smile:
All the gifts of fate have already been marked with the price secretly, right?(Note 1)
After saying that, he turned his body and disappeared step by step into the broken square, leaving behind a chanting sentence:
In the witness of the ‘Audience’, Klein Moretti completes a gorgeous drama, directing a magical murder, where he digests the potion and has the extra power to try to advance when the drama ends.
Klein didn't go to experience the secret puppet digestion and corresponding feedback, a flame jumped and came to Daly Simone's face.
The lady was almost completely out of control, and she said in a daze:
I don't want to become a monster...
OK... Klein looked at her sadly, thinking quickly about what could be saved by an out of control.
He considered asking the other party to recite the Fool's name and pull her spirit over the fog, but when the body had mutated, it seemed useless unless Daly chose to stay there all the time, and the Flower of Blood Ring could not solve the corresponding problem.
Daly smiled with difficulty, fighting against the white fluff and black scales that kept popping up on her body:
Sorry, I can't stay with you...
It seems that you must accompany our comrades first...
She took a breath and smiled bitterly:
I will say goodbye to Dunn on your behalf, hoping that he will not scold me when he sees me as a monster now...
She was almost unable to control herself and was about to become a monster.
At this time, she heard Klein Moretti respond:
Our life and death will eventually belong to the goddess. Ms. Daly, may the goddess bless you!
Dairy smiled, and then saw the young boy in his hazy vision. He saw him blushing, pressing his hands on his chest, bent down and stretching his palms, and invited himself to dance.
She poked her hand out, and her thoughts became stagnant.
The man pulled Daly, who was gradually regressing, and danced a brisk dance in the dilapidated square with the fountain turbulent flowing.
The same kind of materials flew out, including golden vines and ugly rubber masks. Under the guidance of spirituality, they gradually merged together and poured into a small metal bottle.
In the wonderful dance, Daly leaned forward gently and leaned in Klein's arms.
Klein held the bottle of potion, put it in his mouth, and poured it in.
At this moment, Leonard felt his body numb, as if lightning had already jumped on it, causing a slight pain like a needle, which would completely carbonize his body at any time.
But next, he was not attacked by unbearable severe pain, as if nothing had happened.
No, something happened, and a lightning bolt with its minions spreading hard in front of him, shattering the ground and charred the soil.
While Leonard Mitchell used the Traitors spell, Klein took the initiative to let his lightning strike deviate from Incezangwell!
Ah！
A shrill scream rang out, and the rich darkness around Inszangewell failed to offset the storm of silver-white lightning intertwined, allowing the body to be swept into it.
He took over Leonard Mitchell's fate of being swallowed by the Lightning Storm!
Boom!
The low thunder suddenly exploded, and the thundering forest quickly dissipated, but the previous lightning storm had not yet ended completely, and silver-white lightning fell from the sky, setting off a new huge wave.
Boom!Boom!Boom!
Thor's roars one after another, and the lightning frequency that had just been reduced returned to normal, and there was even less gap. Even though Inszangewell was in a place where there were layers of darkness, it could not destroy all the silver.
After several storms, the dazzling light finally dimmed, and the tiny electric snake ran around weakly.
Inszangewell was still standing there, not falling down.
However, his head, which had dark eyes, blood-red light balls, and mysterious symbols, had cracked one after another, and the blood and flesh were charred in the gap, and the gray-white liquid was overflowing little by little.
His four legs on his ribs and waist were completely charred and curled up, as if he would fall off with just a touch.
On it, not only were the white feathers hard to see, but even the blood vessels wrapped around the surface were carbonized and shattered, scattered all over the ground, which was highly consistent with the body.
But even so, Inszangewell was not dead. The creature that gained divine nature possessed vitality that normal people could not imagine!
The blood-red light ball in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the violent and crazy aura could no longer weaken. His heart was filled with regret and the urge to vent.
He hated himself for running away at the beginning, rather than killing the enemies present. At that time, if he had used his abilities without hesitation and showed the terror of the demigod without reservation, he would definitely be able to kill Daly Simone and Leonard Mitchell in the lightning strike, and would not have been so embarrassed by the two extraordinary people in the sequence.
Damn it, damn it!Incezangwell roared, throwing away the 008th quill, and strutting the remaining four legs towards Leonard Mitchell.
Just as Leonard was about to move, his body suddenly felt a little cold, as if he was wrapped up in the darkness and from the dream, and he could no longer move.
Boom!
A lightning strikes down and hits Inszangewell, but he just shakes for a moment and drops a few pieces of charred flesh and blood. He does not stop attacking, and even shows a cruel smile.
After this attack, he was extremely sure that the person who was hiding behind the scenes to drive lightning was approaching the limit and could no longer use the ability of the demigod level!
Leonard, who was wrapped in invisible hair, had a quick and quiet thought, as if he didn't want to resist anymore, and just slept in the darkness.
He couldn't move and bit his teeth lightly, briefly recovered a certain idea, and let the transparent book in front of him sound ethereal chants again:
I came, I saw, I recorded!
The whimpering wind echoed suddenly, and a terrifying tornado ran towards Inszangewell, who was just pounced on him.
It tore off the illusory things of black hair, and Leonard gained the freedom to move.
Wow!
Inszangewell was thrown up and hit the ground hard, with deep fragments on his body, and pale blood flowing out of it.
He lost one of his front legs again and was still not dead. He stood up again, locking in the night poet opposite him who had not opened his eyes.
There were almost no signs. Leonard's soles slipped and fell to the ground. He wanted to get up, but he was always unable to maintain balance. Even creating a strong wind and rolling up himself, he failed miserably.
Damn it!When I was in Tingen, I should have killed you who was unconscious!Inszangewell cursed like gritting his teeth, that woman is about to die, so are you!
While cursing, he limped towards Leonard's position, as if he had lost the ability to move at high speed, and his expression was extremely ferocious:
Your captain is so annoying, so are your teammates, so are you!
When I kill you, I will leave here and go back to Tinggen to dig out their graves!
Amid the curse, darkness with the breath of death surged out of Incezangwell's body, covering Leonard Mitchell not far away.
Leonard felt the trouble of misfortune, but he was powerless and didn't even dare to open his eyes.
Bang!
In a gunshot, Danjin's bullet shot into the darkness with a strong sense of death, bringing up the blazing sunlight, neutralizing the abnormality there.
Bang!Tarot cards flew over and inserted them in different places on the ground.
One of them, located in front of Leonard, immediately rose with a red flame.
In the flames, a figure wearing a half-height silk top hat, a black formal suit, and a long tube revolver walked out. His black hair and brown eyes were dark, his outline was deep, and his bookish spirit was very heavy. It was Klein Moretti.
He was unable to control the scepter of the Sea God, and had already decided to return to the real world, and came to ring with the death bell!
You are indeed you!You are indeed still alive!Let's die together!Inszangewell's speed recovered and wandered around Klein, trying to force the other party into his dream.
He was actually pretending just now!
But Klein was not affected at all, and showed no sign of falling asleep. He raised his right hand and pulled the trigger as if he had a premonition.
Bang!
Inszangewell was overturned to the ground by a powerful impact, and the cracks on his head became wider and wider.
The shot just now was shot for Ms. Daly.Klein spoke in a deep voice, snapping his fingers, and with the help of the rising flame, he flashed to the other side of Incezangwell.
Inszangewell's eyes bulged out, and he moved at high speed while allowing the bad luck to spread, trying to affect the other party, but this had no effect.
This shot was from Leonard.
All the tarot cards were ignited at the same time, like blooming fireworks. Klein flashed behind Incezangwell, pulled the hammer away, and pulled the trigger purely by intuition.
Bang!
Inszangewell's left leg had a pale blood, breaking directly from the middle.
His run came to an abrupt end, and even his balance was almost impossible to maintain.
With the help of burning tarot cards, Klein made continuous flame jumps, preventing himself from falling into the influence of those black hairs.
This shot was from Megoos.
This shot belongs to the inside guard.
This shot was from the destroyed Black Thorn Security Company.
This shot belongs to all the 'Night-Watchers'.
This shot is my own.
In the bang bang sound, Klein pulled the trigger continuously, fired a silver magic bullet, breaking Inszangewell's other leg, opening his forehead, making his roaring sound lower and lower, and gradually lying to the ground.
Finally, Klein flashed in front of Incezangwell and pressed the death knell revolver on his face.
At this moment, Inszangewell's head was about to crack, and the mysterious and strange patterns were highlighted, creating a strong impact.
He also has the ability to resist!
He was waiting for the other party to get closer and turned the situation around with his own mythical creature form!
However, Klein's brown eyes looked at him like that, but nothing was reflected.
He stepped forward with even harder and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Inszangewell's head exploded completely, like a broken watermelon, with fragments and juice spilling everywhere.
The death bell rings for him.
Klein raised his left hand and rubbed his eyes off, pushing the real eyes hidden below back to his original position.
His brown eyes were filled with mist, and the corners of his mouth were raised a little by little. He said in a low voice to the dead Inszangewell:
This shot belongs to the captain.
He did not give the other party a chance to give his last words, and he did not want to know what bitter past in Inszangewell had.
He then took out the remaining tarot card from his pocket and threw it on Inszangewell's body.
This is a reverse star card.
At this time, a figure appeared not far away, bent down and picked up the dim quill.
The figure was wearing a simple white robe, with a light golden beard covering the lower half of her face, and a silver cross pendant hung on her chest, like the most ordinary priest, the king of angels, Adam!
Adam looked at Klein and smiled warmly:
Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the snake.
He looked at the quill in his hand, looked at the tarot card again, and added with a smile:
All the gifts of fate have already been marked with the price secretly, right?(Note 1)
After saying that, he turned his body and disappeared step by step into the broken square, leaving behind a chanting sentence:
In the witness of the ‘Audience’, Klein Moretti completes a gorgeous drama, directing a magical murder, where he digests the potion and has the extra power to try to advance when the drama ends.
Klein didn't go to experience the secret puppet digestion and corresponding feedback, a flame jumped and came to Daly Simone's face.
The lady was almost completely out of control, and she said in a daze:
I don't want to become a monster...
OK... Klein looked at her sadly, thinking quickly about what could be saved by an out of control.
He considered asking the other party to recite the Fool's name and pull her spirit over the fog, but when the body had mutated, it seemed useless unless Daly chose to stay there all the time, and the Flower of Blood Ring could not solve the corresponding problem.
Daly smiled with difficulty, fighting against the white fluff and black scales that kept popping up on her body:
Sorry, I can't stay with you...
It seems that you must accompany our comrades first...
She took a breath and smiled bitterly:
I will say goodbye to Dunn on your behalf, hoping that he will not scold me when he sees me as a monster now...
She was almost unable to control herself and was about to become a monster.
At this time, she heard Klein Moretti respond:
Our life and death will eventually belong to the goddess. Ms. Daly, may the goddess bless you!
Dairy smiled, and then saw the young boy in his hazy vision. He saw him blushing, pressing his hands on his chest, bent down and stretching his palms, and invited himself to dance.
She poked her hand out, and her thoughts became stagnant.
The man pulled Daly, who was gradually regressing, and danced a brisk dance in the dilapidated square with the fountain turbulent flowing.
The same kind of materials flew out, including golden vines and ugly rubber masks. Under the guidance of spirituality, they gradually merged together and poured into a small metal bottle.
In the wonderful dance, Daly leaned forward gently and leaned in Klein's arms.
Klein held the bottle of potion, put it in his mouth, and poured it in.
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