A black mist rose up, enveloping Mammon's figure, what this black fog is, others may not know, but it is very familiar at the beginning. This is almost exactly the same as the evil in her, except that her evil may be more pure, while Mammon's is even greater.

As the black mist shrouded, the body of the eagle of Mammuna gradually disappeared, turning into a thick mist and merging into the black mist.

At the same time, the black fog from all over the city had condensed and surrounded the central point of Marcel's mansion, like a huge black cloud hovering over the city.

In the secret room, the black fog became more and more huge, obscuring people's vision, people couldn't see what was happening, they didn't know where they were, they only knew that something was coming.

For they heard heavy footsteps, heard roars, felt the tremors of the room.

At last, when the steady carving of the chamber could no longer be supported, a loud cracking sound rang in people's ears, and the rubble fell, and they hid with their heads until it was all over, and the light fell overhead.

The people paused, looked up blankly, and saw a black giant made of mist standing beneath the swirling black clouds.

The ceiling of the chamber had been completely broken, and Marcell's mansion had been reduced to ruins by the giant's standing, who stood at the giant's feet like real ants.

"On Sunday, aren't you a messenger, come and take away my wickedness. The giant Mammon had turned into a sinister smile.

It lowered its head and looked at the city beneath its feet, enjoying the frightened, desperate expression of the tiny human at itself.

It's content because it's demonic, but it's not enough because it's greedy.

More fear, more despair, under my anger.

Mammon waved her arm casually, but the huge arm was not slow at all, and it slammed into a whistling wind pressure.

The wind swept through several streets, crushing the houses and people there in an instant, and even plowed a deep ravine into the ground.

Lorna and the others picked up Mann and evacuated into the distance, and the merchants climbed up the ruins to escape.

Marcel was still standing, and he activated the magic carving on his body, and a barrier appeared beside him.

He wanted to stand here and watch the battle of the envoy in the most intuitive way, this was a special seat, wasn't it, he didn't want to leave at will.

No one knew where the giant came from, let alone what it was, and the only thing they could tell the inhabitants of Jeffries was that day, like the end of the world.

The people were in turmoil, and the magic weapons of the city guards were of no use to the giants, and they wreaked havoc, and with a wave of their hands a street, and a single step was a deep pit.

The ground trembled, and the sky was dark, as if the gods had abandoned them.

Until, as if the giant had seen someone, it had a hideous face, and a name came out of its mouth, Sunday.

In the distance, Lorna and Mann stared blankly at the giants beneath the sky.

What kind of monster is that, what the hell did that Marcel summon, such a monster is probably difficult for even the most powerful people in the kingdom to deal with.

"Hatsu, is it really okay?" Lily held her staff nervously, looking at the dim sky.

Lorna didn't answer, and Mann didn't say anything as he held a gold coin in his hand.

He understands that ensuring his own safety at this time is the greatest help to Chu, as the summoner of Chu, he can still do this, and years of life on the streets have made him know how to escape.

However, there are still some unwillingness.

Mann clenched the gold coin in his hand.

It was clear that he was the summoner, but he had to leave the messenger alone to face such a monster.

Still, Mann was taking things too seriously.

Chu wasn't facing a monster, because she was also a monster.

On the ruins, Chu walked out slowly, and the black dress made her look a little elegant and different.

She stood at the corner of a street and looked at the giant that Mammon had transformed, and she seemed so small in front of the giant that it was hard for people to notice her.

But Mammon can, it notices Chu at the first time, because Chu is so similar to its breath.

"Sunday. "Mammon, who had become a giant, had a loud voice, and its voice resounded through the sky.

The right hand was raised high and smashed down with irresistible force.

Before the fist fell, the hurricane had already hit, and the houses in the streets were crumbled to pieces, and the rubble and broken wood were swept into the air.

A huge shadow covered the ground, and Chu stood in the shadows, the corners of his clothes rolled up.

The moment the fist formed by the black mist fell, Hatsuya slowly raised her palm.

A strange scene happened.

The giant-like Mammon stopped its fist, and to be precise, its fist was blocked by the small figure beneath it with the palm of a hand, as if it were blocking a baby's fist, effortlessly.

Just as the wind of Mammon could not stir the beginning, it could not have any effect on the beginning with its deteriorating huge form, because the beginning was a human form made of evil.

She is incomparably pure, above any kind of evil.

Mammon's evil is very huge, but for Chu is only huge, she has even taken away a world evil, compared to what is a descendant of Mammon.

"As you wish. Chu clenched Mammon's fist, and his eyes behind the palm of his hand slowly raised.

"I will take away your sins. ”

Then, in the moment of Mammon's froze, Chu began to absorb its sins.

The black mist spread along Mammon's arm in the direction of Hatsu, turning into countless threads that wrapped Hatsu together, covering her skin and face, turning her into pitch black.

"Oh, how beautiful. ”

Hidden in the corner of another ruin, Marchel watched this scene and couldn't help but whisper in admiration.

This is the messenger of his idea, the most beautiful man who is covered in sin.

The giant that Mammon had turned into was terrified, and it let out a roar of rage, and began to try to break free its arm from its original palm.

But no matter how much it struggled, it couldn't move its fist in the slightest, it could feel its power slipping, it felt like it was going to disappear from this world.

For the first time in thousands of years, it was so angry, but it couldn't do anything about it.

Under the gaze of the inhabitants of Jeffries, the giant that had covered the sky began to scream and wail as soon as it had uttered the Sunday phrase, and its form grew smaller and smaller, away from the sky, shorter than the houses, and finally down into the streets.

"Sunday. ”

One of the cultists muttered as he looked at the vanishing giant in the distance.

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