"Whoosh-"

Under the guidance of the spirit, the condensed fireball condensed in the palm of his left hand shot quickly towards the black scorpion armor, emitting a sharp explosion.

The fire was dazzling, but it was quickly absorbed by the huge ball of energy beside it that could not be seen inside, and it seemed to have a great appetite, and all energy genera could devour and assimilate.

"Ghost Walk" can only be blessed by himself because of the need for consciousness at the same frequency, and other means will not help to stop Hulk's consciousness from devouring Ivan Vanke.

"Ember, do you have a solution?"

The sudden mental inquiry caused the artist's sculpting movements to pause slightly, but the high degree of control over his body allowed him to correct his posture in time without bringing any flaws to the artwork in front of him.

"Boss, mastering magic is not the same as being good at manipulating consciousness and dissociating souls, especially since I am proficient in some branches of enchantment. ”

Answering Ivan's question consciously, the "Drama Master" stopped what he was doing.

While he was confident that his communication with the small boss would not interfere with the ongoing artistic creation, he did not want to be distracted by the process of building the work.

"No mistakes" is what only rotten and ignorant craftsmen can say, but a true artist creates works that can move people's hearts, and the creative process requires full dedication, with a pious heart and a pure soul!

Seeing the other party's movements stop and turn away, the desire to survive makes the "work" struggle desperately.

He was terrified, just like the "pigs" who had been tricked into being cut out of their organs on the operating table and sold.

But by this time he had lost the likeness of standing beside their bloody, corpse-drenched bodies, reciting the Bible, and his mind was filled with pain and remorse.

He remembered the real priest of this church whom he had killed, a kind old man who was always smiling, and his own uncle.

I remembered the holy words that he had been pretending to recite, but never thought about the truth contained in them.

I think of the homeless people who were dissected alive and the unlucky ones who were kidnapped, their desperate faces, and the wails and curses before they gradually died.

He regretted it, really regretted it.

However, his remorse and tears did not arouse sympathy from the masked man.

The other party described his beauty in a high-spirited tone, admiring the sublimation and emotion he would bring to people, completely ignoring the pleading, insulting, cursing, and honest confessions that came out of his mouth.

"You will be an angel, a brilliant and dazzling flesh-winged lotus!"

The Masked Man said and did so.

His subordinates, those involved in his "business", have now become the audience of the show, the devout followers of the "Angels".

Everyone knelt down under the square platform, holding their hands in front of them, and their faces were bleeding and weeping, as if they were sacrificing something to the angels who were on the verge of the earth.

In their hands were the organs that had been dissected from their own chests, a pious offering and a prayer for sinful life.

Yes, the masked man took care of them first, for someone had to pray and offer sacrifices for the angels to come down to earth.

Blood trickled down his fingers, dripping down the ground, pooling and spilling over the church.

The bewitching scene is so beautiful that it makes people feel intoxicated.

But he doesn't want to be the "beauty" of bullshit, the "work" in the mouth of that madman!

He still has more than $48 million in his bank account, he has three properties in the Brooklyn neighborhood, he has five lovers, he doesn't have children yet, he ...... Want to survive!

It's a pity that the person in front of him seems to be the most hard-hearted person he has ever seen.

Pleas, temptations, confessions, threats, all words are like a breeze in their faces.

The other party held the carving knife like this, gently cutting his skin, picking out his tendons, and playing with his veins, maintaining his vitality and keen body perception.

His voice was hoarse, and his tears were dry.

He was already desperate and resigned to his fate, and the bearing and fanaticism of the masked man made him feel as if he had seen Michelangelo with a hammer chisel in his hand.

However, at this time, the other party stopped and left here.

He didn't bother to think about the reason, and his body struggled desperately with the support of the desire to survive, trying to escape from this hellish desperate situation.

Even with the wall in the way, Ember could still feel the behavior of the "work", but he didn't care, because it was not only the rope that bound the other party, but also the magic.

What's more, although the struggle is futile, it can make his work more vivid.

The ultimate despair of successive hopes is the thing that touches people's hearts the most, and Ember believes that when this work is completely perfect, anyone who sees him will burst into tears.

Thinking like this, he couldn't wait to realize his new ideas, but before that, he needed to solve his boss's request for help.

"Boss, are you sure it works?"

Magic surged through Ember's body, dissipating into the void of the underworld.

Feeling the magic of the blessing of the "Drama Master" in the air, Evan glanced at the rapidly decreasing legendary value on the panel in distress, and took out an item he had drawn from the "backpack".

It was a cloud of starlight, and it felt like a marshmallow.

"Or else?"

Just as he was about to trigger, Ember's inquiry came from telepathy, and Ivan replied angrily, covering up the uneasiness and entanglement in his heart.

"Dead horses should be live horse doctors!"

After cheering himself up, Ivan infused the magic from the ember's blessing into the starlight cluster in his hand, which was used as a medium to attract the power within.

Olaf brings Ivan a large amount of Legendary Points, most of which he uses to draw lotteries.

In addition to the extracted knowledge codex and some technical drawings, there are also some items whose effects are not clear, and Starlight Cluster is one of them.

Both Ember and Wei have explored it, but they have not been able to say exactly what it is and what effect it has, and the only conclusion that can be reached is that "it contains the power to make people calm."

Serenity?

Do you know the storm?

Such a vague answer certainly didn't satisfy Ivan , but who made the two employees under his command not a talent who was good at identification, so he had to put it in his backpack and save it for later.

As for Olaf, who travels at public expense, Evan feels that his appraisal level may not be as good as his own!

And after the telepathy was connected, it was always in a unilateral state of disconnection such as "killing" and "happy", and Ivan, who came and went, didn't expect it, and let him stay in hell to be entertained by the "hospitable" Mr. Mephisto.

However, now this starlight has become Ivan's last hope, although he still does not understand its specific effect, but Evan has to choose to gamble.

He didn't want the Avengers to go out later, Hulk rolled onto the battlefield, and two black and white spirits swirled around his body: one was Bruce Banner's consciousness, which gave everyone a slow and orderly atmosphere, and the other was Ivan Vanke's consciousness, looking for an opportunity to sneak attack Tony anytime and anywhere!

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