As the battle continued, Number 86 rose from the ground again, his clothes almost blown into strips of cloth and hung in tatters. Countless times, yes, he wanted to get close to the black figure countless times, but he was thrown away from it countless times, and the other party didn't leave him the slightest chance.

"Mott, think of a way, anything! Let me get close to that damn guy!" roared in his heart, No. 86 roared in his heart, the current battle situation can no longer be described as passive, it is simply powerless. "If it goes on like this, I'm going to have to let this guy die!"

"I can't get you to lean in, but I can try to get him to stop," replied the skull, "but I can't guarantee it's going to work!"

No. 86 managed to dodge a fireball and rushed towards the black figure again. "Do I care about your assurances now?!" he said, "anything! Hold that bastard down quickly!"

"Here, boss, look at me!" Mott chuckled, staring at the other man's figure. Although nothing else unusual happened, 86 heard a series of obscure incantations in his head, and the pitch was getting louder and louder.

On the other side, the black figure threw another fireball towards the place where No. 86 landed, and at the same time, he jumped backwards sharply, trying to re-distance the two. But at this moment, Mott's voice suddenly stopped at the highest point, and the purple flame in his eye socket burned wildly, almost turning into a blinding bright white.

Suddenly. The black figure flying in the air froze unreasonably, and three balls of light flashing black light silently emerged from the void beside him. Several pulsing purple electric snakes lit up everything around them. Almost instinctively. The black figure also smelled danger. The next moment, a series of "click-click" shattering sounds exploded in his ears, and several shattering, pitch-black "ice picks" pierced out of the ball of light. It was like a cage that fell from the sky, one by one it pierced into the ground and pressed him directly from the air.

"What is this?!" the black figure snorted. I found that my body was firmly stuck in the gap of the "ice pick".

"I didn't expect that. My half-baked spell will come in handy!" Skull said excitedly, "Quick, boss!

Number 86 directly resisted a fireball, and he couldn't bother to talk to Mott anymore. If possible, the only thing he could think about now was to break the other person's neck. "Damn, it's finally my turn!"

"Dream!" the black figure roared, his mouth singing an unknown incantation. Suddenly, a pale blue mask of light like a curtain of water swayed, rising from the soles of his feet, directly enveloping his whole body. With a crisp "boom", all the "ice picks" instantly fell apart and exploded into a circle of crystal clear debris.

"Is this a 'resistance field'?!" Mott shouted. "Boss, be careful! you can't hurt him!"

However, it was already too late, and No. 86, who finally rushed to the front, would not give up such an opportunity at all. The wooden stick in his hand brought the whistling wind and the anger that had been accumulated for a long time, and smashed it frantically. There was a loud bang, like a wooden stick hitting a rock, and a bloody arrow flew out of No. 86's palm.

And the water curtain that covered the black figure trembled, spreading a layer of magnificent ripples. Before No. 86 could react, the guy inside the water curtain suddenly removed the hood on his head, revealing a young face. "Do you think you'll win if you get closer!" As he spoke, his chest swelled like a bellows, and an ominous premonition permeated the bottom of No. 86's heart.

Mott in the air was also in a hurry, and it was too late to think about dodging or something. "Boss, do it again!" yelled the skull, "hold on! I'll disperse and smash his head for me!"

"Come on!" Eighty-Six roared a simple syllable, clenched his stick, and slammed it towards the black figure's head again. Victory or defeat at this moment, the result is very simple, either you die or I live!

"Poof!" A whirlwind of flames erupted from the black figure's mouth, instantly surging towards him, making No. 86 seem to lose his sense of pain. The wooden stick in his hand was unstoppable, and with Mott's spell, the pale blue water curtain was eroded by the black gas that was entwined with silk, and finally shattered into pieces of light like broken glass.

"Boss !!"

"Ahhh!!h

No. 86's perseverance obviously exceeded his expectations, and the black figure suddenly crossed the arms of the two ** and protected his head. Countless bright red runes appeared on his forearm, and then in a flash, they actually attached a layer of violent flames to his arm.

"Bang!"

The muffled sound of sparkling blood and sawdust, and the spinning of the half-cut stick that was thrown out, neither of these two stubborn opponents took a step back. A hideous bloody wound was cut out of one of his arms, and the other barely had any intact skin on his upper body. Of course not! 86 stabbed the swinging stick back into the black figure's chest, and the other man clasped his fingers together in front of his chest as he did last time. "Get out of here!"

With a loud "boom", the orange-red energy instantly resolved the offensive of No. 86 and directly pushed him out far away. The black figure's face was covered in cold sweat, and he stared at the body of Number 86 as he stood up again. With a sharp pull, the tattered hooded cloak was tossed aside, revealing a short open coat trimmed with gold thread, but the most striking thing on his body was a large book tied to a chain and tied around his waist.

Dark red blood slowly flowed down his arms, and his open palms were almost stained red. His chest rose and fell violently, and the spells that seemed to be unleashed were also pushing his body to the brink of collapse. "I'll die here. It won't let you get out of this open space either!"

As he spoke, he suddenly drew a semicircle between his blood-soaked palms in the air on his chest. Those that follow his movements. The blood and water that were thrown into the air actually gathered together to form a circular rune. The next moment, like ignited oil, the entire rune carved out of blood instantly burned.

"He, what is he going to do?!" 86's instinct told him that this was never a good sign.

"That's not right...... This. Something is wrong......" Mott looked at the rune. It seems to be trying to recall something.

However, the black figure's movements were not over, he directly grabbed the burning rune with both hands and pulled it towards his chest. With a series of piercing burning sounds, the runes crashed into his body. "Ahhh!!h As if suffering from severe pain, his body kept trembling, and bright red lines spread from his red hands.

Straight upward, like lines drawn by a carving knife, his arms, neck, and even pale cheeks. Finally, four diamond shapes with overlapping horns appeared on his forehead, forming a bright blue emblem. "In the name of Gabriel, all evils will be defeated!" the black figure roared, and the furious energy swept away the floating earth and green grass on the ground.

The purple flame in Mott's eyes jumped suddenly. "Is this 'Boiling Blood Flame'?!" it shouted, but to the shock of Number 86, the voice of the skull did not ring in his head this time. But in the real sense, shouted out. "Hurry up and stop me!Are the guys in the Circle of Sanctions fucking crazy?!"

Hearing the sound of a sudden jump in the air, the black figure was stunned suddenly, and the action that was about to rush towards No. 86 instantly froze. "What do you say? Say it again!" he looked around for the owner of the voice, and he was sure that it was not his opponent who had uttered it, "who is talking!"

"Of course it's me!" Mott burst out of the air with a strange twist, "I say it again!" Are the guys in the Circle of Sanctions fucking crazy?!"

Number 86 watched the unbelievable scene, and his brain was a little short-circuited. "You, that's how you came out?......" he said to the skull, "are you sure it's okay?

"Of course it's fine!" Skull said dryly, but with a hint of embarrassment on his face, "But, you seem to have fought for nothing......"

"Identify yourself!" The black figure did not let his guard down, but the red line on his body was much darker than it had just been. He was now facing a talking skeleton, and his voice sounded nervous. "I say it again, identify you!"

"Cleaner 86, and Mott the Witness!" said the skull, "think about it, don't rush. Judging by the insignia on your forehead, you should be a junior member of the Ring of Sanctions, right? I'm sure our ...... should have been mentioned in your lesson."

"Clearer?......" The black figure kept chewing on these three words, but soon, his eyes suddenly widened like brass bells. "Cleaners!Are you Cleaners?!"

"As you can see, it is!" Mott admitted, nodding his head. "If that's all right, get rid of your 'Blood-Burning Flame', we're not enemies in a way. ”

No. 86 glanced at the skull in confusion and quietly asked in his heart, "What are the 'Ring of Sanctions' you are talking about? Why are we not enemies? Moreover, didn't you say not to interfere with the operation of the mortal world? Judging from the current situation, we may have left more than just clues this time, right?"

"The 'Ring of Sanctions' is a special organization belonging to the Elemental City of Saint Slan, and it can be said that Gafrel, the Lord God of Wisdom, is the strongest combat force in the mortal world. "In our missions, we sometimes run into these guys. In the words of the master, they are considered peers, of course, only when hunting demons! But their level is too low, quack quack......"

"Wait! You're saying I had an inexplicable fight with a colleague and almost killed me here?" Eighty-Six protested angrily, "Tell the truth! I fucking want to kill him......"

"Uh...... Calm down, boss, even if it's for our mission!" Skull muttered quietly.

At the same time, the black figure was clearly hesitating, he was indeed a member of the 'Ring of Sanctions', and he had indeed heard the name of the "Clearer" in the Continent's occult course after joining the organization. But this does not mean that I am so gullible to believe the other party's words. If you're the Clearers, you should know that our lessons also mention the code words we wrote together when we signed the contract a thousand years ago!"

"Whisper!Little one!You're asking for a code word from the Great Witness, Mott!" The skull flew straight in front of him in a rage, "Skadian's kid is a drunken bastard who swears all over the place!The scar on Avimasai's face was not from fighting the demon at all, but was scratched by his wife, Kaeya!Are you satisfied with this codeword!Huh?!"

The black figure lowered its head against the roar of the skull, and the red lines on its body became lighter and lighter, and finally revealed the color of its original skin. He was completely dumbfounded, everything the other party said was a secret in the 'Ring of Sanctions', there are really not many people who can know this, and he is still stained with the teacher's light, so he only learned a little bit. What's even more frustrating is that these names, Skadian is the current head of the 'Ring of Sanctions', Avimasai is the chief ** division, and Kaeya, well, is simply one of the members of the Supreme Council......

"Where were you when I met them?!, little one!" the skull didn't stop there, still roaring unrelentingly.

"Well done! Mott, take revenge on me!" 86 grinned, and it was only now that he began to feel a sharp pain in his skin. It seemed that this battle could not be fought, so he simply sat on the ground and carefully examined his wounds.

The black figure looked up and stole a glance at Mott, who was still cursing. "Uh...... In that case, I'll talk about the code first......" He wanted to change the subject, "At the end of the soul, you can see the only dragon!, if I'm not mistaken, this should be the ......"

Mott's voice stopped suddenly, and the flames in his eyes danced, as if a layer of solemn reverence seemed to be permeated, of course, for its owner. "Well, you're right, our code word is this......" it said, "the vines of St. Slan's will never wither. ’”

Number 86 sat next to him and simply closed his ears, and these two garbled code words couldn't understand what they meant......

The black figure let out a long breath after hearing Mott utter the code words. "That's right, this is it! It's an honor to meet you, legendary Cleansers and Witnesses!" his eyes flashed with unconcealed excitement, but when he saw No. 86's embarrassed appearance, a look of embarrassment appeared on his face. "Uh...... I beg your pardon, I, I really didn't mean to......"

86 gasped and pulled a charred rag off his body. "I'm sorry, I won't forgive you! I'm almost going to be turned into a roast pig by you!" he said.

"Well said, Boss!" ...... Mott interjected beside him, "Well, since it's all right, tell us your name, it's much easier!"

The black figure immediately straightened up and bowed to the skull and number 86. "Circle of Sanctions, 1st Order Battle Mage, Semar Dei, at your service!" (To be continued.) (LＷXＳ５２０。 ＣＯＭ))>