"Masquerade!?"

Hearing Qin Ren's words, not only Ma Qionglin was shocked, but even Marcosias couldn't help but exclaim:

"Lost guide, what you say is true!?"

Marcosias's address to the Qin people changed from "kid" to "lost guide", and his attitude was obviously serious.

Masquerade.

The Fire Mist Warriors have an organization and are contacted by the outside world to help, and the Red World Apostles naturally have their own organization.

And the largest of them is a group called the Masquerade Ball.

A powerful group.

Any Fire Mist Warrior who goes to face the masquerade alone will only be killed.

It doesn't matter if it's Marjunlin or the other Fire Mist Warriors.

A powerful organization led by the three pillars of the general, "Thousand Changes" Xiu Denan, the Great Imperial Witch "Top Seat" Heikati, and the staff officer "Contrarian Adjudicator" Belope Oulu.

In the face of Xiu Denan, Ma Qionglin's chances of winning are very low, let alone three.

What's more, in addition to the Three Pillars, the Masquerade also has more than a dozen powerful Red World Apostles who are not inferior to her, and it is a huge organization with a total number of more than a thousand disciples.

There is no one, and no one can be a huge organization that can stand up to alone.

"Yes, this is what I found out when I was tuning in a city that had been devoured in a large amount of existential power, and 'Silver' and the masquerade people appeared at the same time."

Qin people half-truthfully mixed the animated plot in their memories into their own "real experience":

"I'm not sure, but I don't think it's a coincidence."

"Tune in......" The coldness in Marqionglin's beautiful pupils burning with anger dissipated slightly.

Tuning, or tuning, is one way to fix distortions.

In the location of the destroyed site, according to the impression of the people who have lived in the city for a long time, through the logic of the implicated impact caused by the elimination of existence, find out the distorted and discordant places of the city's "existence", and then use the memory of such aborigines, use the freedom method, and use the power of existence to fine-tune and smooth out these distortions.

After all, the torch is only a buffer, and it can make the world less distorted through buffering.

Tuning, on the other hand, is about restoring the city to its original state as much as possible.

But it's just as much as possible, although the difference between the power of existence between the torch and normal humans is only a little bit for the Fire Mist Warriors, but the form of composition of the torch is different from that of humans.

From the perspective of ordinary people, the gap is like a doll and a living thing, and it is very difficult to turn a doll into a living thing.

Tuning only minimizes the distortion as much as possible, but does not completely smooth out the distortion.

The missing humanity that has been eaten and forgotten will not come back again.

If you want to be more figurative, it means that the destruction of the Red World Apostle is to dig a pit in the ground, which will cause the surrounding terrain to collapse and let the surrounding things fall into the pit, and the torch is to put a buffer net in the pit so that the things that fall into the pit will not be directly smashed into it.

But a buffer is just a cushion after all, and it should fall into it or fall into it, but it won't break too much.

And the lawyer is to fill in the hole.

But the filling pit is only filling the pit, and the original buildings on this land have disappeared.

"I didn't expect you to be a lawyer." Tuning, in the final analysis, is also a kind of freedom method, a kind of freedom method extended from the closure, and Ma Qionglin, who is an excellent freedom teacher, will naturally not know it.

But she is a combat type, and most of the freedom methods are shaped for the purpose of fighting, and she doesn't know how to adjust this freedom method, or she doesn't learn it.

"One of the reasons I'm here is because it's so distorted."

Qin Ren lied without changing his face:

"In such a short period of time, he was attacked by three disciples."

"'Phantasm Hunter' Faliagani, 'Love Dye From' Surat, 'Love Dye Him' Tiria, and ...... 'Thousand Changes' Shudnan, are four."

When the Qin people mentioned the number of disciples, Ma Qionglin corrected them in a loud voice.

"I'm sorry, but that pair of perverted siblings always act together, just like one person."

The Qin people waved their hands: "Continuously attacked by the gangsters, the distortion of this city is a bit complicated to deal with. ”

Of course, this is only the surface, and the truth is that the "torch" can be disposed of in a bright and bright way.

The torch is something set up by the fire mist warrior or the apprentice, and it is not something that naturally exists, before it is tuned, the torch is a twisted buffer, which is beneficial, but after tuning, the torch is superfluous, and the torch needs to be removed for tuning.

In other words, it is better to use the torch as a source of the expended existential power needed for tuning.

"In short, if you want to find 'silver' and 'revenge', there is a high probability that you will not be able to get around the masquerade in the end......"

Qin Ren said this, his expression slightly serious:

"Are you going to die? Miss Marjunlin? ”

Hearing this, Ma Qionglin's cold gaze swept towards the Qin people, and the Qin people could see the unforgettable hatred and killing intent buried in her cold eyes.

Although it wasn't aimed at him, Qin Ren didn't intend to stay any longer, after all, it seemed that the other party wasn't in the mood to continue teaching him the Freedom Method.

"Then, Miss Ma Qionglin, I'll go first, although I am a lawyer, but my skills are not very good, the distortion of this city is complicated, it will take a little more time to sort out the situation."

"Again, goodbye, ravaged minions, I hope you can calm down your contractor, and the next time we meet, I hope to see this young lady."

"Less verbose! I don't need you to worry about my glasses! Marcias' voice rang out from the great book.

Looking at the back of the Qin people who disappeared as the gate closed, Ma Qionglin fell silent.

........

At the same time, somewhere.

Inside the room, a thin man in a white lab coat and a pale green ponytail was swinging a wrench and a screwdriver, tapping in front of a machine.

However, this is no ordinary sight, and the seemingly ordinary tools are wrapped in light.

The pale green glow was swirling, and strange symbols like words were embedded in the circle.

Freedom Law.

The lenses of the glasses, which looked like windbreakers, reflected a pale green glow.

At this moment, without warning, he suddenly shouted:

"Do-mino-"

"In! Professor! It's coming—"

In response, the sound of metal parts rubbing against each other was heard.

It is more than two meters tall and has a round shape like a gas bucket, like a robot.

On the ball of the head, the spring is thickly wound like a bandage into a mummified shape, and the two eyes are served as one large and one small gear, and the barrel of the clockwork protrudes from the top of the head, forming the outline of the face.

The hands and feet, like the body, are randomly pieced together from various metal parts, and are as rough as any grinding marks.