A few minutes later, the room was dark and quiet.

There were already dozens of people standing in front of Angus, and the originally large room suddenly seemed cramped.

They were men and women, fat and thin. Some look like white-collar elites, while others look like auto mechanics, and they don't look like the same kind of people no matter how you look at them.

The only similarity is the temperament on their bodies, the kind of aura with a touch of calm and tranquility that makes them look extraordinarily different.

Only at this moment, they all stood quietly in front of Angus, waiting for his orders.

Angus looked at the recently developed core backbone in front of him, his eyes were cold with a faint cold light, and he took the lead and walked out. The people behind him followed his steps and walked out neatly and quietly, like ghosts in the dark, mysterious and weird.

After they had completely left, a figure suddenly appeared in the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room, quietly watching everything that had just happened in front of them.

After a long moment, Simon's figure suddenly disappeared from the mirror again.

At the first moment when Kagbo secretly stole the power of the Mirror of Eternity, he sensed that something was wrong, and then directly gave Angus a revelation, otherwise how could he know that someone was stealing the power of the Mirror of Eternity in the first place.

Just as Kagbo connected to the Mirror of Eternity, the Mirror of Eternity also watched his presence. As a saying in this world, when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also looks at you.

After all, the Mirror of Eternity is now in a time of extreme lack of power, and he will pay special attention to the source of every power, and now that someone dares to secretly intercept his power, it is natural that he will discover traces of it in the first place.

It's just that Simon doesn't plan to take it himself this time, after all, in the face of a thief who has not yet fully stepped into the transcendental, Angus should have enough.

Thieves may have some special abilities, but they have also given them a lot of abilities, and if they can't even do this little thing, then what is the value of their existence.

With the ascension of himself and the Mirror of Eternity, this kind of trivial matter will only increase in the future, if you have to do everything yourself, I don't know how much time you will waste, and when you will really set foot in immortality.

This time can be regarded as a test for them, to see if there are any talents worth cultivating.

In a dilapidated old apartment on Lokbay Street.

Still half-kneeling in the circle of the inverted pentagram, he clenched the reverse cross with both hands and prayed incessantly.

His body trembled slightly from excitement, and his face was full of excitement and hideousness.

Strength, long-lost power once again melted into his body.

Ever since he was discovered last time out of greed and stealing the power of the old gods Obai and Guush at the same time, he has been hiding from their followers, and for this reason, he has consumed a lot of the power he originally used to advance, which has led to the complete failure of his first step into the transcendent.

Ever since the old gods Obai and Geush discovered about his stealing, Kagbo has not been able to steal any power from him, and he does not dare to try to steal it again.

How many powerful blasphemer priests have died at the hands of the gods, and they have been completely killed by him because they were still greedy enough to try to steal his power again after being discovered, and Kagbo did not want to follow in the footsteps of his predecessors.

Even an old god who has been knocked down from the throne and resurrected from the throne is not something that he can fight as a small blasphemous priest, at least before he steps into the legend, he can only be like a rat in the sewers, taking advantage of his inattention, secretly stealing a little bit of residue from him and slowly accumulating strength.

It is precisely because of this that Kagbo, who has not had the strength to enter the account for a while, is so excited and happy, like a rat that has fallen into the granary, frantically stuffing his mouth with grain, and he is not afraid of killing himself at all.

In his excitement, Kagbo didn't notice that the street outside the window, for some reason, had gradually ceased to have the sound of vehicles and people, and that around the dilapidated apartment, I don't know how many mortals had suddenly fallen into a coma.

Downstairs in the old apartment, in the dirty alley not far away, a group of guests quietly looked at the apartment opposite.

"Okay, how long will it take?" asked a tall black man in the crowd in a low voice.

"Immediately, the rosemary has bloomed, and in five minutes it will put everything in the area to sleep. In the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing linen and a beard of more than ten centimeters looked at the flowers that were constantly blooming under his feet and replied affirmatively.

In the alley, the cement and brick pavement is full of cracks, and a bright red flower stubbornly burrows out of the cement pavement, which is constantly blooming, and the faint and rich fragrance is constantly spreading around.

"That's good, we'll leave it to us later, and your Oak Ring people will be in charge of keeping an eye on it, just don't let this rat escape again." The black man at the head stared at the apartment opposite, his eyes full of fire.

As long as he can bring back the head of this thief who stole my lord's divine power, his status in the clan will definitely be greatly improved, so that he will not waste so much energy and money to find his whereabouts.

When the time comes, when the next leader is running, I believe that the chief priest will definitely be on his side.

"It's almost time, you can do it. The middle-aged man with the long beard looked at the withered flowers under his feet, and reminded, "Remember, the effect of rosemary is only half an hour, you try to deal with him as quickly as possible, and if it takes a long time, be careful to attract the attention of the Supreme Divine Court." ”

"Don't worry, we've dealt with him in ten minutes, and you'll wait for the gods to come down from Obai. The black man in black walked out without looking back, took out two long knives directly from his back, held them in his hands, and pulled a knife flower in his hand.

The bearded man snorted, looking at the black man's back full of annoyance, obviously very unhappy that he called the name of the god of his faith, but after some consideration, he finally endured it.

After all, now that they are in the same camp, it is really not appropriate to have a conflict, and the oracle sent down by His Majesty Obai also said that this is a special time, and all small things can be ignored for the time being.

On either side of the apartment, two muscular men quickly climbed up from the edge of the windows on either side, with agility that did not match their size, and slowly approached the room where the target was. There are also four muscular men in black who stand guard at the front and rear exits, just in case.

Their target is a cunning mouse, the kind that can run very well.

The black man had no scruples, kicked open the door downstairs with his knife, and strode in, without concealing his whereabouts.

On the floor of the dilapidated hallway, there was a constant creaking sound as the black man in black strode along.

Rumble!!!

In the next second, with a dull sound, the old apartment door was directly kicked open by him, and the wooden door flew directly into the house.

The man in black rushed in, slashing at Kagbo, who was kneeling in the middle of the hall.

At the same time, on the windows on both sides of the apartment, two muscular men in black also broke through the windows at the same time, and the sharp maces in their hands swung directly at his head.

Boom!!!

With two muffled thuds, the sharp mace seemed to hit the hard bark of the tree, and their target, Kagbo, was smashed and lowered his head, unharmed.

Kagbo shook his head and sobered up.

He looked up at the three people who had suddenly broken in, and there was not a trace of blood on his face. At this moment, his whole body was surrounded by a thick layer of black-brown bark, and it was difficult for ordinary weapons to hurt him.

"You damn bastards again!" Kagbo looked at them angrily, his mood was extremely angry mixed with a hint of fear, if it weren't for the magic items he was carrying to cast trigger spells in advance, he would have lost his life at this moment.

"Tree Skin!"

The black man recognized the spell on the mouse in front of him at a glance, but he didn't hesitate at all, and the double knives in his hand slashed directly, not paying attention to this talisman spell at all.

He whispered the name of the god of Geush, and a faint layer of blood instantly spread on the twin knives in his palms.

"Die, heretic!"