At night, New York is a little quiet in the Christmas spirit, and many families above the middle class income are traveling with their children to the warmer south, such as Miami, Los Angeles and other cities for an unforgettable vacation, and some choose to go skiing in the colder Alaska.

In conclusion, for this superpower, which is keen to maintain a prosperous life through overdrafts and borrowing, the annual travel relaxation is almost an essential part of the lives of many citizens.

Of course, as the saying goes, if someone is proud, someone will be disappointed.

Joanna is like an abandoned old woman at the moment, struggling to navigate a dim and narrow alley in the docklands with crutches.

As an abandoned loser, she no longer has the face to stay on the cruise ship, endure ridicule from all sides, and leave early through teleportation magic, intending to sort out the good things she has saved over the years and find a place where no one can spend the rest of her life quietly.

As for retaliation?

Maybe someone else, she would consider hiding in the shadows to accumulate strength, and strike a fatal blow when the enemy is weak, and reclaim her position.

But it's a pity that the name of the alchemist is enough for her to dispel all unrealistic thoughts and thoughts.

Because whether it is an ally or a subordinate who once obeyed her orders, he will not be stupid enough to be the enemy of the same alchemy master, and it makes no difference if he seeks his own death.

If nothing else, the Speaker alone will tear anyone who dares to plot against the Alchemist.

With infinite hatred and curse for Zhang Cheng, Joanna took a deep breath and burrowed into an old warehouse used to store things.

Just as she had just crossed the threshold, and before she could lock the door, she suddenly smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, and immediately raised her staff and shouted, "Who? Who is there? Come out quickly! or you will regret it!"

"Hahahaha! regret?"

With a burst of unbridled laughter, a pale-faced man stepped out of the darkness.

He was none other than Faust, who had traveled thousands of miles from Europe.

Whether it was himself or another clone split from his soul, only he knew.

"Councillor John, what are you doing here?" Joanna subconsciously frowned, calling out the pseudonym that the other party was using now.

"Waiting for you, of course, dear. I promised someone that I would bring your body back. Faust cracked his mouth and smiled cruelly and bloodthirsty.

He didn't even give his opponent any chance to react, and directly launched the trap that had been laid out in advance.

I saw a dark green strange light flash, and the entire warehouse was shrouded in a layer of eerie and terrifying death energy.

Immediately after that, the "Roshan", which was piled up with the remains of countless people and animals on the ground, began to change dramatically, slowly merging together to form a huge monster with a height of more than five meters.

Seeing this scene, Joanna understood that the other party was here to kill her, and while quickly blessing the protective magic, she roared angrily: "Damn! What good did he give you?

"Hehe, you're still in the dark, aren't you?" Faust shook his head meaningfully, apparently enjoying the panic and fear shown by the other party. "No, you're wrong. He doesn't need to offer any benefits at all, and I'm actually here as an ally. What's more, killing you is not a difficult task for me at all, and I can also get a spirit binding corpse for free, so why not do it?"

"Allies?!" Joanna keenly grasped a key word.

"That's right, I, Laverne, and Chang have forged a close alliance for the beginning of a cycle once every thousand years. Oh, and forgot to introduce myself, John is actually just a pseudonym, my real name is Faust. That's right, I'm the madman who made it to the Vatican and destroyed the entire Angel Army, so you won't have the slightest chance of winning. To reduce the pain and save a little time, I recommend that it is better not to resist ......"

With the last word falling!

Faust jerked his left hand up and gently flicked it through the air.

Moment!

A silver shadow enveloped Joanna's head!

In less than a second, the old woman's face turned gray, as terrible as a dead person.

Despite her desperate struggle, she tried to unleash her magic to get herself out of the predicament in front of her.

Unfortunately, for some reason, she couldn't get a single syllable out of her throat anyway, and could only watch as the huge monster made of corpses stuffed itself little by little into the corpses full of blood and maggots.

Dark!

Suffering!

Shake!

Despair!

Gradually, Joanna stopped struggling and allowed the horrible things to enter and transform her body, polluting her otherwise pure soul.

Minutes and seconds passed......

After a full two hours, she finally felt the faint light again, and felt the fresh air.

But the funny thing is that she no longer needs to breathe, and even the foot that was eaten by the hellhound has grown, and her appearance has returned to about twenty years old, beautiful and moving.

Of course, except that the heart no longer beats, the blood no longer flows.

It was clear that she was already a dead person, both physically and spiritually.

A faint amount of death energy continued to emanate from the void formed in the soul, causing the surrounding environment, which was already quite cold, to drop several degrees, and wherever it passed, it would immediately condense into a thin layer of ice.

"Wonderful! Another perfect masterpiece! Come, come, meet your creator and master. Faust hooked his fingers.

Although Joanna still had her memory, she found that she could not resist the other party's order at all, so she obediently walked closer, knelt down on one knee, and greeted in a very low and hoarse voice: "Supreme master!

"Very good! I like obedient servants! Let's go, it's time to get out of here and surprise my little ally. With that, Faust lightly touched the quaint obsidian ring on his hand.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them disappeared into thin air.

Not long after they left, the behemoth, which was more than five meters tall, shattered with a thud, turning into a puddle of pungent rotten flesh, followed by little by little rotting and drying up, until only a small amount of dirty ash remained.

I'm afraid that even the cleaning staff will not recognize these as traces left by some human and animal corpses......

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