After he lowered the unconscious Sakura to the ground, he followed the dead middle-aged dead apostle. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

From the outside, the Dead Apostle is not much different from ordinary humans, and this Dead Apostle has not made much changes to his body, but after death, the corpse instantly turns pale, and the blood in his body seems to have evaporated.

Some dead apostles will even plant many poisonous eggs in their bodies, and once they die, they will completely explode into a disaster.

Wang Huan carefully examined the body of the fallen Dead Apostle with his eyes with holy light, and found no danger before reaching out and picking up his robe.

Wang Huan's movements did not pause at all, he seemed very calm, he was never afraid of such things as corpses, and the bloody scenes he touched with his hands were even more absurd than many horror movies.

Wang Huan kept groping with the corpse with holy light in both hands.

Necklace? Pick it off. Ring, pull it off!

But soon Wang Huan discovered that Europe does not exist......

His illusion of getting out of Africa and entering Europe was shattered, and sure enough, it was like playing a game of kryptonite ten times in a row, and Wang Huan's hands were still so black.

Wang Huan couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the harvest he had found on the corpse of the dead apostle.

A diary, some obviously worthless miscellaneous items, any necklaces and rings are just ordinary items with commemorative significance, no value at all, and there is not a trace of magic fluctuations.

The magician's robe worn by the Dead Apostle was just an ordinary color, far less powerful than the white robe on Wang Huan's body.

The only wallet that excites Wang Huan is that there are only a dozen or so pound bills of different amounts that are useful to Wang Huan, and the value is basically equivalent to 1,000 yuan.

There are a lot of bank cards in the wallet, but Wang Huan, who doesn't know the password, is like looking at the treasure trove but has no key at all.

Wang Huan shook his head and opened the diary that was carried with him, since Gray and Sakura had not woken up now, and Lu Bu had no intention of continuing to make trouble, he simply browsed the contents of the diary with great interest.

Although it is all in English, after becoming a dimensional messenger, Wang Huan is born with the ability to read all the world's words, and every time he goes to a world, his speech will also synchronize with that world.

The diary gives a rough account of the Dead Apostle's experience.

He was originally a magician of the Atlas Academy.

The Magic Society is the largest organization of magicians in Europe.

The Atlas Academy, one of the three major institutions of the Magic Society, is home to the most advanced and powerful alchemist research institute, located in the Atlas Mountains of Egypt, known as the "Giant's Cellar".

After a series of common reasons of confusion, betrayal, distortion, and more, he escaped from the Atlas Academy, transformed into a Dead Apostle, and began to be hunted down by the Magic Society.

This dead apostle still had some skills, and fled all the way to England, but some of the powerful alchemy magic equipment he originally had was also consumed in the process.

Because I heard by chance that King Arthur's tomb hid the secret of true immortality, this middle-aged dead man sneaked here at night to investigate, and the previous scene happened.

The corners of Wang Huan's mouth curled slightly, should he say that this guy was unlucky and met him, or should he say that he was unlucky and didn't find anything.

However, it is not entirely fruitless, as the second half of this diary contains a lot of alchemy, as well as some of the magic tricks common to Atlas Academy.

These alchemies and magic are, in a sense, more precious than treasures.

Wang Huan's eyes lit up slightly, and after quickly memorizing these contents, he raised his head and looked at Lu Bu.

It's time for Lu Bu's summoning.

The figure of the red rabbit horse had disappeared, and Lu Bu, who was dressed in Tang Yi armor and purple gold crown, chuckled, holding Fang Tian's halberd with one hand and pointing at Wang Huan.

"Interesting guy, the destruction of the locust tree, the underworld and the soul town street have become a mess, but I didn't expect you, the mastermind, to come to another world...... Your current strength is really pitiful, I hope you can recover when you return to Soul Street. My true master, Mink Linghui, is very much looking forward to fighting you for the real time! ”

Mink Linghui, the only crazy woman in the Hall of Heroes who can compete with Xiang Kunlun?

Wang Huan was silent, he must return to the world of Soul Street, but at that time, he must first improve his strength to the point where he can cope with everything.

"Finally, a reminder to you, some slightly more powerful ants are coming......"

Lu Bu's figure suddenly dissipated with the blood-red spiritual power, but his words made Wang Huan slightly startled.

Someone's coming?

Wang Huan rolled up his white robe, and put the looted things into the white robe in an instant.

Although the ability of his own dimensional envoy has disappeared, the white robe on his body that embodies the will of the white-robed army still retains its utility, although it cannot provide any too strong defense because Wang Huan has no spiritual power in his body now, but the basic indestructible and storage functions are still there.

Wang Huan picked up Sakura all of a sudden, hesitated, picked up Grey again, and was about to leave here with the two of them on his shoulders.

If you come here, it's still a Dead Apostle, but it's miserable.

But Wang Huan had just rushed out of the cemetery meadow and came behind the dilapidated buildings, and when he wanted to run into the forest, several figures suddenly descended from the sky!

Like a meteor piercing the night sky, the light of each ** technique suddenly brightened and disappeared in the darkness.

"Rune Magic Gun!"

A light like a red spear fell rapidly in the direction of Wang Huan's advance, causing Wang Huan to stop and retreat in an instant.

The ground in front of Wang Huan was smashed into a large hole with a radius of one meter by the light of the red spear formed by this magic trick, and the turf was blown away from afar.

Wang Huan left a trace of cold sweat on his forehead, and the power reached this level, which was not something that ordinary people could deal with.

However, it seems that there is still talk about it, this magic attack is not directly aimed at Wang Huan, but more of a warning.

Wang Huan raised his head and looked at these people who came from all directions.

The group was basically dressed in similar costumes, with men in black battle dresses and women in suits of various colors, and the group was full of slaughter.

When Wang Huan saw this group of people clearly, especially the girl with a cold expression who had sent out the Lu En magic before, he knew the identity of the person in front of him.

Luckily, it's someone from the Magic Association.

"Who are you?" The cold girl who looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old approached Wang Huan.

She has short pink hair, even her pupils are red, and there is a tear mole under her delicate pupils, but the men's suit she wears gives it a more capable coldness.

Wang Huan was thinking about how to answer, but he knew very well the identity of the person in front of him.

Bazet, a descendant of the Knights of the Red Branch Knights to which the hero "Ku Churin" belonged during his lifetime, is very strong in his personal strength, and can even fight against the Heroic Spirit with his family magic and treasures.

Several other magicians had come to the cemetery and saw a mess of grass with their target.

Bazett's red pupils shrank, slightly incredulous: "You killed the Dead Apostle?" ”

"Actually, I'm just a passerby."