"This is it... Target area?"

Waluffe looked around and said, "How are you going, Captain Joan of Arc?"

By the time he arrived, Elliot had already arranged for Joan of Arc to be the commander of the operation, and had warned Charetia not to cause trouble.

"Why should I come to such a place?" Joan of Arc stared at her phone that was not very well connected, although any surface area in the world would provide a cell phone signal, but in the middle of nowhere, even with Alliance technology, it would not be able to maintain a stable connection.

"Because I need you to come to Phineros. Voluffi laughed, "And you should have the Life Crystal with you, right?"

Jeanne d'Arc whispered, "Rao", as if she was unhappy with her betrayal.

"Well, since it's connected to life, there should be a way to find out the general location through the crystal, but we have to figure out where we are first. ”

At this time, Voruffi did not forget to complain: "Can't we designate a place if the jumping technique is so strong?" This time we are lucky, what if we jump into the sea again, swim across the Atlantic Ocean or cross the Nice Hog Strait?"

"The academy's transition technology can't be the top stable and correct, the most cutting-edge technology has been sent to the alien system, even if it is the main star, I'm afraid the technology is not the pinnacle level of the alliance. Charetia explained to Voruffi with ease.

"What if you actually fall into the water?"

"Youbei"

"Okay, don't make a fuss, don't you want to figure out where it is, and see if there's anyone nearby. Hilde reminded, "By the way, it would be nice for someone to remember the way." ”

"It's really inexplicable to remember the road from the mouth of the idiot" Before he finished speaking, Hilde glared, and Wolufei hurriedly shut up, but soon realized, no, why are you afraid of her, obviously last time I saved this guy by myself!

Forget it, aren't humans talking about gentlemen? Like Makoto January, Wolufe reluctantly put up with it.

"The sky, please give me the sight of all things—"

What seemed to be some kind of magic spell, Hilde closed his eyes and opened them again, saying to the crowd, "There is a town seven kilometers ahead. ”

“...... What are you?" said Voruffy, with a look on his face that had been pitted.

"Scouting magic, you can peer into the distance. Hilde snorted, but he couldn't hide the slightest smugness, and the hard work paid off, allowing the guy who laughed at himself to reacquaint himself with the regional executive under the command of the Church!

Voruffi had no choice but to follow behind the great magister.

...

The nearest town, Claudia doesn't know the name, because it's not a dazzling town, and Claudia may not even remember all of her own towns.

There were no defended gates and fortresses, completely open, village-like places, but significantly larger than villages, and the buildings were predominantly dark, mostly black, as if in the medieval style - at least 700 years ago.

In the distance, in front of the house, there was an old lady, dressed in a linen-colored ragged cloth canopy, sitting bent over the stone steps, the wrinkles on her face confirming the years she had experienced.

"Hello, where is this place?" Volufi stepped forward and asked in a calm tone, explaining that he and the others were here to travel, and they had only stepped into the realm of this town because they were in trouble, and there was no way to lie, who would be stupid enough to say that they were here to carry out a mission?

The old man raised his head and looked at Waluffy and the few people behind him, shook his head, and said, "It's an outsider." ”

"Yes. Seeing this, Voruffi asked, "Is it wrong?"

"No," the old man thought for a moment, and then said the name of the place to Voruffi and the others: St. Ogga, one of the forgotten interlocking towns.

It is a remote area, there is no general chief executive or deputy government, it is a neutral area, and there are only independent police agencies in each town, but there are only three, and the number of police officers in the town is the largest and the best equipped is the one.

"Why are there so few people?" At this time, Joan of Arc asked, and Wo Lufe and the others also sensed that something was wrong when they heard this, and everyone had already entered the town, but there was no one else except the old man, and it was deserted, and not even a dog could be seen, like a ghost town.

"Recently, demons have been rampant, ghosts and gods have reigned, and traces of chaos are everywhere, and of course no one dares to go out. The old lady's tone was as usual, but the words she uttered were not unusual at all.

"Demons and gods?" Woluffi asked thoughtfully, "Does this place mean haunted?"

"That's right, haunted, murderous clowns, killing everything you see......"

The corners of the old man's mouth curled slightly: "You have to be careful, playing here, playing a death game, even the police will inevitably have bad luck, there are so many corpses that you need to be burned to clean up, of course, you are all thin, and the cremation volume is not much, and it is acceptable." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Charetia replied unceremoniously when she heard the other party's mocking tone: "Old immortal, what are you pretending!"

"The little girl has a big temper, and she is easy to suffer," said the old man with a smirk, his tone becoming more and more gloomy.

Feeling strange intuitively, Waluffy took a few steps back and stood in front of the others.

"Danger lurks all around us... How interesting..."

The old man stood up with a rickety body, and his facial expression was very strange, as if it was twisted.

"I've just been in trouble when I first arrived, but that's fine, it's neat. Charetia smiled playfully, without the slightest look of fear or doubt, as if in her eyes, the old man in front of her, no matter how weird, was not a threat.

The old man slowly began to move towards Charlotia, and Voluffy was about to make a move, but Charetia motioned for Voluephi not to move.

"Accept... Death, this is liberation, this is liberation..."

"Relief? I don't want it, I'll give it to you. Charetia smiled, her soft hand raised and held out a finger to the other.

“”

Some abilities are the same as magic, and the power of chanting your real name is more complete than silently casting, and what Charetia is showing at this moment is her domineering destructive ability.

It seemed that with a slight finger, the old man's body suddenly surged out of immeasurable energy, and in an instant, it was like a bombshell explosion, and the ground produced a large depression, there was no gunsmoke, and some were just residual energy that drifted away, and the old man who was the target had disappeared without a trace at the moment, leaving no fragments of the corners of his clothes.

Judged to be a second-order ability "Shock Crack", the effect is a powerful attack ability that generates load energy inside the target to tear it apart and make it collapse, and the scary thing is that the user can control the area of action at will, and will not hurt the non-target when the consciousness exists.

The sound resounded in the sky, and it could have been silent, but Charetia never hid it, believing that battle should have the momentum of battle.

Voruffi was not surprised by this kind of power, and Moonless had already told herself about Charetia's three destructive abilities, but she was still a little surprised, Charethia, a saboteur, deliberately controlled the range, and Voruffi thought that she would actively spread the power.

"Well, is this the end?" Charetia seemed to be very disappointed and muttered: "I thought it was some kind of ruthless character, and it was eliminated at once, boring." ”

"If you're bored, trouble comes. Joan of Arc looked into the town, where a group of armed men was running in this direction.

Voruffi looked closely, and the uniforms of these people were uniformly black, and they were dressed as if they were ......

"It's the police, isn't it?" said Voruffi helplessly, "Charetia, you brought them in." ”

"It's none of my business, don't rely on me. ”

As he spoke, the policemen were in a state of encirclement, holding various weapons in their hands, and they were aiming at Waluffy and the others with live ammunition, light bullets and melee blades.