Alice, who is possessed by the puppet, walks leisurely in the dark labyrinth.

The labyrinth had been ravaged by the traversers, and Norman Speke's defenses that had taken him two hundred years to build were crushed by his crowd tactics. Although the labyrinth was littered with signs of battle, nothing was meaningless, not even a single intruder could be killed.

...... Who called the resurrection point next to it, the traversers who died because of the trap didn't even bother to wait for weakness, and continued to charge directly with a weak state. Anyway, it's just a flying knife on the face, a fireball on the face, acid on the face, and a poisonous mist on the face...... All in all, since you can't kill me, then why don't I just face the grass?

Immortal, that's how confident you are!

Thanks to the blessings of these forerunners, it can be said that Alice has a smooth road in front of her now, without any obstacles.

But...... There are always exceptions.

She walked for a moment, then stopped abruptly and stared at the darkness around the corner.

It was a corner that no one would notice, and there was nothing—at least it seemed so.

However, in Alice's eyes, it was not empty, but a small eyeball, which was turning and peeking left and right.

"Eye of Nothingness, Norman Speke's rank doesn't seem to be low. She muttered to herself, walked straight up to the eyeball, and reached out to poke it.

The virtual eyeballs were easily touched by her, and although they were not injured by this, they were quite frightened, and they shrank sharply and stepped back.

"Connect your boss with me. The puppet girl showed a "sunny" smile, "Quick!"

The Eye of Nothingness did not answer.

Alice frowned, and jerked forward, looking at it grimly like a wild cat hunting.

"My patience is limited, humble descend!" her tone became eerie, and the smell of sulfur and blood appeared out of thin air, spreading like a tide, "Do my orders!"

The Eye of Nothingness shuddered, then leaned forward slowly—it meant obedience.

Next to the pool of blood, Norman Speke, who was watching Breve's transformation, frowned and received an unexpected message.

"Has anyone spotted my Scout? Could it be that a Legendary-rank priest is here?"

He muttered to himself, connecting the Eye of Nothingness with his consciousness.

So, he saw a little girl crouching in front of the Void Eye.

This little girl was about ten years old, and she had beautiful blonde hair with an inorganic feeling, and she looked quite beautiful. She was dressed in a sophisticated and elaborate dress, definitely not suitable for flexible mobility, and at first glance she was the kind of person who rarely went out, and in general, the type that made people feel completely unthreatened.

(This little girl is definitely not, so who is it?)

Speke pondered, adjusting the angle of the Eye of Nothingness, looking for more clues.

But before the Eye of Nothingness could turn, the little girl grabbed it.

"Norman Speke, are you watching here?" she said in a haughty tone, in a tone of accord, "what the hell are you doing?

Speke was stunned by the five-star speech for about a tenth of a second, and then he was so furious that he almost jumped.

This little girl is so arrogant!

Who is he? He is a famous legendary powerhouse in the world, the founder of the Thracian Magic Society, the strongest spellcaster of our time, and the master of Megatron for more than 200 years.

He is still a demon who has been lurking in the human world for hundreds of years without being detected, a hunter who has wiped out the high-end forces in the entire Thracian magical world, and a master of transformation who can mass-produce legendary puppet soldiers.

Most importantly, he is strong!

However, just a little girl!

A little girl!!

Speke couldn't describe his feelings, and he even felt a pain in the air behind his shoulders - there should have been a pair of wings there, but he had cut it off through a ritual before diving into the human world, and made sure it wouldn't grow back, after all, no race on earth would run around with a pair of bat wings that were spitting with sulfur flames all day.

Although the wings have been gone for more than 200 years, whenever Speke is extremely excited, he still feels that his wings are hurting.

This kind of pain is called phantom limb pain.

Now, he was so angry that his phantom limbs hurt.

His eyes widened, and he drew a symbol on his left hand, and the Eye of Nothingness exploded immediately, turning into a cloud of sulfur-smelling smoke and disappearing without a trace.

Alice stared, staring gloomily at where the thing had disappeared, and was silent for a few seconds.

Then, she laughed, and the laughter was low and cold, making one feel uneasy at the slightest sound, and maybe even have nightmares.

Oh, the word "maybe" is redundant, maybe the suspense is just whether it will be a nervous breakdown because of a nightmare, or a sudden stroke because of a nightmare?

After laughing for a while, Alice got back to her feet and walked forward in the same path as the traversers who had rushed in earlier.

"I'm getting more and more curious. She said to herself, "What will your expression be like when we meet?"

"Blind Norman Speke!"

This time she walked very fast, and in a short time, she walked through the entire labyrinth and came to the hall where the battle was still raging.

The battle situation in the hall was completely tilted in favor of the traversers, and about a third of the pollution golems in the front row had fallen, and most of the rest were in danger, and the defense line was crumbling and about to collapse completely.

The traversers shouted and screamed, happily and fiercely launching a tidal onslaught, and every now and then a pollution golem was knocked down, and then at least seven or eight people swarmed up and beat it like a mosaic - of course, if this guy looked more like a human, or had equipment on it, he would be knocked unconscious and dragged to the rear by the club, Eric and the others had prepared enough seals to seal them in a hurry.

"What are you sealing for?" Alice asked, curiously.

Eric, who was too busy to keep his feet on the ground, didn't raise his head and replied, "Maybe it can be treated in the future, and if it is cured, it will be a legendary thug." ”

"It's gone, and the soul is rotten. ”

"Maybe once in a while, one or two that don't rot. ”

Alice took a closer look at the one Eric was treating—a muscular man who could be described as "a man who could stand on his fists and run a horse on his arm." There were many scars on this guy's body, but they weren't fatal, but it seemed to her that it was full of rotting and perforated, and that it was almost a pus-soaked soul that could leak out at the slightest touch, and there was really no way to save it.

With the thought of "maybe we can try", she touched the creature's soul with the tentacles of her soul.

In the next moment, with the slight sound of a blister bursting, the guy exploded in front of them into a pool of blood, splashing all over the ground.

"It looks like it's in the rotten kind. She said.

Eric sighed, "Alice, please, can you please stop bothering me? I'm tired enough!"

Looking at his tired face, at the number of "objects" lying on the ground not far away, and at the guys who were trying to drag back a polluted puppet that looked like a half-blood elf, and then thinking of Norman Speke, who couldn't even recognize a big guy like herself, Alice shook her head and sighed helplessly.

"It's nonsense! None of you can be trusted!"