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It's not special effects, it's not the visual effects of the lights, it's a living presence.

All this in front of them is real, just like the two people who were stoned to death in front of Simon, a scene that should only appear in the movie really appeared in the real world, appeared in front of them.

All of this is unbelievable, yet you have to believe it.

At this moment, everyone in the live broadcast room, including Simon, felt a sense of strangeness, which was the strangeness of the world.

It seems that since then, something unusual has happened in this world that they don't know about.

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"What the hell is going on?" Simon felt like his mind was a little confused.

But reality didn't give him that much buffer time, the sky was full of rubble like rain, and the two buildings closest to the ghost were just touched by one touch, and large pieces of rubble were sprinkled.

The building began to collapse from the top floor, the walls were peeled away, and in a blink of an eye, the entire building was left with ruins and wreckage.

Regardless of whether Simon was in a daze or not, the rain of rubble falling, and the fate of the hapless reporter and photographer next to him is the best proof that he couldn't dodge.

Before he had time to think about it, Simon grabbed his head and ran to the side.

In a panic, although the mobile phone was still held in his hand, the camera didn't know where to aim for a long time, and the perspective of the live broadcast room had been switched to looking up at the sky, watching the black dots continue to grow larger and then fall quickly, and a series of exclamations and barrages swiped out on the screen.

Simon's luck was good, it seemed that the good luck that had been blessing him was still not exhausted at this moment, and there were constantly police officers and crowds crushed under the falling rubble, and life and death were unknown, but Simon only suffered a little bruises.

"Run! Run! Run! ”

However, Simon is just an ordinary person after all, and in the face of such a chaotic scene, his actions are not organized at all, and there is only one thought left in his mind.

Get out of here!

It's like a headless fly.

But I have to say that at this moment, Simon seems to have become the * son of the goddess of luck, countless gravel rolls and falls from his side, kicking up a cloud of smoke and dust, like the end of the world, but in the end they all pass by dangerously, countless policemen and reporters and other fleeing crowds were crushed by the gravel by Simon's side, life and death are unknown, but Simon was not hurt in the slightest.

In the vast expanse of dust and ruins, Simon fled in the rain of falling rocks, his path twisting and shaky but soon fading out of the range of his fall.

At the same time, the trend of buildings collapsing in the sky began to wane, not because the ghosts had stopped growing, but because there were not many stones left on the buildings to fall down.

The building, which was originally more than forty floors, was now reduced to a single bracket and ruins that were not even ten floors.

"Quick! Fast! ”

Simon urged himself in his heart, he didn't care about looking at the situation around him, and he didn't have time to observe, he only knew that if he escaped from here as soon as possible, he would be safe as soon as possible.

In fact, Simon was already very close to the edge, and with the building almost collapsing, he was indeed safe.

But at this moment, Lady Luck seemed to leave Simon's body at this moment, and a stone wall the size of a room fell down and smashed directly in front of Simon.

The flashing lights of the police car were instantly flattened, not even the slag remained, and large pieces of rubble broke off the stone wall, splashing everywhere.

"Bang!"

"Help."

With a violent bang, large clouds of smoke and dust rolled out from the place where the stone wall fell, blocking the second half of Simon's words, and completely obscuring his figure, and there was no more sound.

"Anchor, are you okay?"

"Hey, man, man."

“**！ Where are all the police in New York! ”

"Aren't they all there?"

A series of barrages floated across the screen, and the mobile phone lay quietly in the ruins, becoming the last witness to the disaster.

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"Smack!"

With a sound like electricity and light bulbs exploding, a blinding white light flashed through the air, and then disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, there was already a vigorous figure in the same place, it was the Makotel of the Maia clan.

Her eyes stared solemnly at the huge miserable green ghost above that had stopped expanding, and her face was very ugly.

The closer she got here, the more she could feel the strong negative energy in the air, and the intensity of the aura even surpassed that of the Fire Demon in Middle-earth, even in Middle-earth, such powerful creatures were rare.

"I'm in trouble." Marcotel whispered.

Even if it is a fire demon, it is not an existence that she can kill, of course, it is still very simple to expel the fire demon, completely easy, but it does not mean that she can expel the ghost above with equal ease.

Marcotel's power comes mainly from Maia, that is, the development of her racial talents, which is the biggest difference between her and other wizards.

Obviously, there is no need to wait for age to accumulate magic like the wizards in Harry Potter, nor do you need to enrich yourself with a lot of knowledge like traditional wizards.

But again, it also made it very difficult for Marcotel to improve her strength.

Her main source of strength is the development of her talents, i.e., self-improvement, which slowly changes over time, and even though Marcotel, as an outsider, knows a lot about the Mayan race, this growth is still very limited.

After all, races and talents are a given, and there will be no growthal changes.

Fortunately, Marcotel is also aware of her flaws, and the existence of the second world allows her to make up for it well.

Marcotel has been learning other magical methods, such as the magic system of the Harry Potter world, the magic knowledge of Narnia's world, but this improvement is slow after all, and so far, Marcotel's most powerful means still come from her Maia's talent.

As a race of demigods, Maia's starting point is indeed very high, but it also stops there.

Marcotel's inability to deal with this ghost meant that she had no means to stop the other party, and the most powerful Maia power had no effect, and even if she had other magic, it probably wouldn't have much effect.

There were only two paths before Marcotel now.

Leave, or fight.

And the battle has a high chance of death, this is not a second world, there is no plot inertia and the protagonist's aura to rely on.

The reality is cruel, and any slight mistake means death.

Marcotel, who had been fighting in Middle-earth for many years, knew this for a long time.

Reason told Marcotel that she better get out of here quickly, but she knew in her heart that she couldn't just walk away.

Even if the ghost incident was premeditated and didn't break out because of her unexpected release, Marcotel still felt that she couldn't just leave so easily.

Even if she wasn't a hero, she was still human.

The wooden staff spun in a flexible arc in her hand, and the next moment, Marcotel jumped up, and the super physical fitness that Maia brought to her made her jump directly out of a distance of nearly three meters.

With a rich magical sheen, Marcote jumped through the ruins of the building and began to approach the ghost.

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Ken quietly looked at the huge ghost in front of him.

It was the first time he had seen such a creature, it had a strange appearance, and it was terrifyingly powerful, even if you ignored the rich negative energy it emitted all the time, its huge size was the deadliest weapon.

The soles of this ghost's feet are even taller than his own, and he is afraid that he can stump himself flat with just one foot.

As one of the members of the Origin Council who came to pick up or rescue Josie, Ken Ke did not have the deceptive power of Josie's Fox, and could even deceive the debris in the sky, so that they could avoid Josie below.

Ken's bloodline comes from gargoyles, or more precisely, nocturnal dragons.

He is a descendant of the nocturnal dragon and humans, in the long river of time, his appearance has long been completely human, and the power of the nocturnal dragon in his body is also thin and almost nothing, leaving only a large number of magic that ordinary people do not have, forming a new race, wizards.

However, under the excavation of the potion of the Origin Conference, the nocturnal dragon bloodline in Ken's body was reactivated again.

Being able to come to the rescue of Josie, or to be sent as a responder, Ken is obviously not weak, and he is a combat-leaning member of the Origin Council.

The Nocturnal Dragons are a very special race, and they seem to resemble gargoyles in appearance, and many people even believe that the gargoyles are another name for the Nocturnal Dragons.

But the two are not the same existence at all.

Gargoyles are man-made, magical constructs, it's not even a living thing, it's just an object, while the Nocturnal Dragons are an ancient race, extremely strong in magic and physical fitness.

One of the most striking features of the Nocturnal Dragon, and the reason why it is easily mistaken for a gargoyle, is its petrified character.

During the day, when exposed to sunlight, nocturnal dragons will turn into stone statues, which heal from previous injuries and store energy through sunlight.

This storage allows them to maintain their full stamina, and their strength is almost infinite.

At night, after the sun sets, the nocturnal dragon transforms from a stone statue into a living thing.

Of course, the rising and setting of the sun is not absolute, to be more precise, light and darkness, when the nocturnal dragon is exposed to darkness, it can move independently from the statue, and in the light, it becomes a statue.

Because of this strange property, many wizards also believe that the Nocturnal Dragon is not really a magical creature, but some kind of existence that has been cursed by a special magic.

But the history of the real nocturnal dragon has long been impossible to study, even if it is the origin meeting, it can only trace the wizard's own bloodline through the potion, and cannot dig out the truth buried under the long river of history.

But now that it's history, it doesn't matter what the specific reason is, anyway, the power and magic that Ken is getting now are real.

But even if Ken was a combatant in the Council of Origins, he still paled in comparison to this massive ghost.

Of course.. If you just take Josie, it should be very simple.

"What a nuisance." Ken muttered in anguish, still hiding in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Josie as she dodged left and right.

Even though it was night, Ken was still shrouded in shadow magic, which was why he wore his cloak all the time.

This cloak is a very rare magical item inspired by the ring from the Vampire Diaries that allows vampires to resist the sun's rays.

And the person who made this cloak was none other than the maker of the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolame.

The Council of Origins has its own stronghold world, a very common world, the parallel sub-world of Harry Potter, but this world is not the opening world, because it is set in the parent era, that is, the school days of Harry Potter's father.

As the base camp of the Origin Council, they have run it very well and have been deeply rooted for a long time, although Ken is also surprised to be able to let the almost desireless Nicolame help, but at that time, it was the sleeping dragon who stepped forward and asked Nicolame to help make a batch of magic items, I am afraid that the price paid by the Origin Council is not small.

The cloak's function is to keep it in the shadows all year round, so that Ken can keep it dark so that he can move freely in the sun.

And there is also a transformation magic on the cloak, so that even if he is in the state of a demigod dragon, the dragon wings behind him can be fully opened.

The most important thing is that the cloak can be petrified during the day with Ken's will, and slowly repairs the damage, so that Ken does not have to fear damage to the cloak during combat.

It can be said that without this cloak, Ken's strength would have been cut by more than half at once.

Not far away, the battle between Josie and SG7 continued, although the sudden appearance of the giant miserable green ghost startled the two of them at first, but soon as Josie made up his mind to leave here, SG7's attack became crazy.

SG7 is highly self-healing, which allows it to ignore falling rock attacks, and use his strength to break free even if a large rock crushes him underneath.

Josie, on the other hand, directly deceived the rocks and green ghosts in the sky, making the stones mistakenly think that this was not the ground, and that they could not fall and turn directly in the air.

As for that ghost. Although it looks terrifying, it is really not as difficult as SG7 in terms of defense against Josie.

So for these two guys, who can ignore the surrounding combat environment, the appearance of the green ghost did not affect them much, but it was the missionary and Ken who were affected.

At this time, Josie and SG7 were still in full swing, one tried to escape, the other tried to drag the other party, and did not care about the attack at all, and Ken, who was ready to rescue, was trapped in place.

Even if he was a nocturnal dragon, he couldn't ignore the huge stones that fell from a height of 100 meters.

Thinking of this, Ken couldn't help but dodge the falling rocks while his gaze fell on some ruins not far away, where he seemed to feel a very powerful energy fluctuation.

This fluctuation has been here for a long time, but for some reason, it has not appeared.