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In an instant, a fine cold sweat crept up on the back of the "chief" of MI9.

"Not enough?"

Three people are not enough, so what do you have to pay? What's next for this bottle? As soon as he started thinking in this direction, he felt as if someone was whispering in his ear: there are many other things that can be giving, such as your friends, your other subordinates, your family. If you can't help it, you can choose to send off your subordinates' families, who are dead anyway...... If you don't make a choice, you might be going to take someone's life at random, and maybe you'll start with someone close to you.

The strange details brought by this simple sentence almost made his scalp explode, and at the moment when he felt that his life was about to be in danger, he chose to temporarily play stupid and avoid the problem: "Then take me to the emperor." ”

After saying this, the chief began to wait for an effect similar to "spiritual travel", or as before, a secret passage suddenly collapsed, an unflooded water pipe for him to enter the depths of the mausoleum.

Anyway, it's impossible to just make the water disappear here.

He waited for a while, and suddenly heard two consecutive sounds of falling water from the direction where his subordinates were, and a feeling suddenly appeared in his heart as if a stone had fallen to the ground. The weakness and apology only existed in his heart for a short time, and then he heard the exclamation of one of his subordinates who was probably the only one still alive, and the steady light began to move in the distance, accompanied by the sound of calling for him.

At the same time, with the death of two subordinates, he clearly felt as if something had been "broken".

It seemed that something had been sacrificed and that it was obvious that something had been exchanged, and he could feel the presence of the supreme deity of the path.

But nothing else happened, and after a while, he saw that on the small piece of paper in his hand, which was only the thickness of a finger and stained with blood, the original red handwriting slowly disappeared, and a new line of words appeared.

"You have come before Him."

“？”

The chief looked left and right in confusion, and finally asked in disbelief: "You didn't do anything at all!" I'm still here! ”

The extraordinary object was questioned, and the red handwriting suddenly became darker. At the same time, the whole sheet of paper became dark red and wet, as if it could squeeze out blood with a slight pinch:

"He is here, He is the mausoleum itself, and you have been shrouded in His law."

What? Although he found it strange to argue with a seal, the chief still didn't believe the other party's words. He was about to speak, when he suddenly found that his body seemed to be imprisoned by something - and the appearance of this imprisonment was strange, his head could still move, but his mouth could not open, his arms could move, his legs were motionless, and even his torso was somewhat restrained.

He tried to pray in his heart and move forward, but he couldn't make any movements.

The light source in the distance also stopped moving, and seemed to be in the same predicament, so that it was impossible to count on subordinates to come here to help. Now the only one who can rely on himself is himself, and when the chief saw this, he began to observe the difference between his upper body and his lower body.

Soon, he noticed that there was a huge opening in his left sleeve, a button that had been scraped off at some point, and that the right sleeve had torn on the upper arm.

Seeing that the cuffs on both sides of his body were in tatters, the prefect quickly remembered the strange sacrificial method of the "lawyer's" approach: for example, when doing prayer services, the best total number of candles placed should be singular, and the two sides should not be placed at the same height or level, and even the related items must be placed in a staggered manner.

Quantity is secondary, always, and never as symmetrical as other ceremonies.

Otherwise, not only may you not get a response, but you will also make the other party dissatisfied with you, which can be fatal to the staff who asks for help.

After thinking about it, he unfastened his collar with his free two arms, pulled the straight stand collar crookedly, and then used his fingernails to pinch a half-moon-like nail mark on the corner of his lip.

The collar, badge, and pattern of the military coat were originally asymmetrical, and after doing so, he immediately felt that his upper body was free again, and his mouth could be opened to speak again.

Confirming his suspicions, he leaned down, ripped off the lace of his right boot, and quickly made a notch in his trouser leg with his saber and circled the top half of his left boot.

In the sound of stabbing, the boots were quickly shortened.

Such an attempt seemed to have nothing to do with transcendence, but with the completion of this series of movements, when he stepped forward cautiously again, his body could really move, and he no longer felt bound in place.

The invisible suppression disappeared at once, and the mausoleum of the "Black Emperor" seemed to accept such a costume.

Who would have thought that the means of dealing with such an anomaly could be done by ordinary people.

However, he suspects that if this is the preference and requirement of the high sequence of "lawyers" approaches, the more they are countered with extraordinary abilities, the deeper the impact will be.

This is because he just had a feeling that he was facing an invisible god, and only by "pleasing the other party's aesthetics" could he be forgiven, otherwise he could only rely on the authority of the Sequence 0 level to bypass.

Luckily, he is not only experienced in dealing with extraordinary events, but he is also a senior member of MI9, having been in contact with the high-ranking people of these two adjacent pathways, and has a fairly in-depth understanding of the "Black Emperor" pathway.

Although it is not so profound, it is also roughly understood that it represents the shadow of order and a distortion of normal order.

Surprisingly, just by making some changes to his clothes, he was recognized and accepted by the invisible gods.

He was about to help his subordinate, but before he could take a step, he suddenly heard a strange "click" sound from where the other party was. Just as he stopped to be vigilant, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on the water in front of him, and then he fell directly into the water as if he had been kicked from behind, and disappeared in an instant.

……

"If I don't just throw it at you, it will take a long time for you to figure out the way to the bottom."

"But the Children of Chaos have been waiting for so long, and it shouldn't be too long. This time, the Demon of Knowledge is also secretly reaching over, and the God of Thunder doesn't need to be on guard against me, but he has to be on guard against the guy who has been staring at his extraordinary properties. ”

"It's really incredible to think about it, the god of thunder is on guard against God, and Klein is also on guard against God, isn't this a natural partner to work with? What's more, they all have at least the basic understanding of 'protecting the earth and mankind', and they should be on the same front in all aspects, but they have become mortal enemies because their style of doing things is completely incompatible...... Fate is so wonderful, I can't tell who is more 'self'. ”

Edward smacked for a moment, then turned to look at the mysterious "Ouroboros" symbol.

"Heh, I was thinking about finding some information and occult connections with Will Onsetin, waiting for you to offer a high price for clues for Ulorius, but now the two of them are actually in the same camp and have begun to compete for sequence 0."

"Really, if He hadn't betrayed me, I could have both of them have died together with the defeat right now, and then use the sequence one and uniqueness of the entire destiny path to ask the 'Circle of Fate' if it has any intention of reclaiming some of its authority."

But now, without the authority of that part of the "possibility", it is impossible to deal a fatal blow to these two "snakes of fate".

"But now there's an opportunity."

Edward said to the empty interior:

"Do you still plan to stay in the Southern Continent? You are not welcome in the heights, and Byron will soon be no longer the dwelling place of the living. You should also get the information you want, ready to continue doing something? ”

After this sentence fell, no one responded for a long time.

"Oh, that's gone." He said, "What a hurry. ”

……

Unaffected by Rune's complications, Ferssac was the custom of the Medici to head to the city centre early one morning to see if the "Brass Book of Trenthorst" had written more laws.

Unbeknownst to him, there was a man who was fighting the Patriarch remotely for control of the Brass Book, and he was only concerned with the success of his plan.

However, he would not be surprised that even if there was an extreme law such as "it is forbidden to talk about any god other than the god of war", the appearance of such a law either proves that the Patriarch has lost his mind and has done whatever it takes to maintain the faith of the god of war, or proves that the activation of the Brass Book has intensified, and the Patriarch cannot even stop this extreme law.

Either way, it proves that the Patriarch has been dragged to the point where he is more than capable of doing so, and it is a good opportunity for Medici to do it.

Medici lit a cigarette and leisurely exhaled a smoke ring.

Hostile forces and love for Emperor Vorsac aside, Medici understands the feelings of the royal family and the Church of the God of War now—as if he had experienced the feast of betrayal, feeling that the whole world was his enemy, and it was difficult to figure out where to go next. However, they are a little more pitiful than the original self and the big snake, at least the two of them can still save some believers with the Lord's human face that still has the power of sequence 0 and then set up a portal, but the god of war really didn't leave a piece, and he died unexplained.

Not to mention the self-reliance, the Patriarch has no chance to be promoted.

The red angel walked leisurely, and suddenly, his spirit moved, and he cast his eyes on the three or five idlers gathered on the side of the road.

One of them had a smile on his face, while the other two were looking at each other with a narrow look and joking with each other.

"Tell me a little bit more about how you and that girl are doing?"

The smile on the face of the young man who was surrounded in the middle of the joke suddenly became even more intoxicated, and Medici involuntarily stopped smoking—because he knew that smile, that smile that was indulged in love, that smile that seemed to have been the love of his life!

"She- she's so beautiful and so nice, I want to marry her, but I'm afraid she won't."

"It's the first time I've seen you look like this, what does she look like?"

"I really saw a lot of beautiful girls in the past two days! I almost ran into it once, but I didn't have time to strike up a conversation. ”

The young man's smile became dizzy, and he looked a little silly: "She has beautiful long black hair, like a satin ......"

Medici frowned, paused involuntarily, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, caught a glimpse of himself standing just outside a shop, with a round mirror with a black walnut rimmed frame hanging on the wall, impartially shining his upper body into the mirror. The next moment, his throat was raised, his face instantly turned pale, and a strong allergic reaction actually appeared on the body of an angel of Sequence One!

His throat suddenly began to swell, and his trachea was clogged - he didn't need to breathe at all, but how could this sudden anomalous illness act on the flesh alone?

In an instant, the spirit and mind were blocked together, the vocal cords were so painful that they seemed to crack, and even the tongue began to swell rapidly, so that the entire mouth was stuck, unable to make a single sound. Medici was dizzy and couldn't stand on her feet at all.

He slumped towards the mirror, his hat scraped off by the objects on the wall, and his body slammed against the wall with a muffled thud.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Of course, the sudden fall of a passerby startled other people passing by, not to mention that the other party had some convulsions after falling, and even pinched his neck with his fingers, no matter how you look at it, it is a sudden illness. Immediately, a kind passer-by came over to check the situation, but the other party had not yet approached Medici's location, and the back of his outstretched hand was instantly covered with dense red allergic herpes.

It only took a breath or two before he fell straight to the ground, without any breath.

At this moment, the people who had planned to come over to help were suddenly frightened, and they hurriedly moved away from this dying and already dead person.

But before they could take two steps, they fell one after another, and fell headfirst on the way to escape.

Bang Dang!

The rope that held the mirror to it broke, and the walnut mirror fell to the ground with a heavy blow, slamming into the ground on the side of Medici's face.

At first, Medici's face was purple but insistence, but soon, the red hair in the mirror climbed to black, and the heroic face of the red angel gradually became soft and beautiful, and the black eyes were shining with anticipation, and the tail of the eyes raised a beautiful arc, and his image in the mirror changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it completely changed into the face of another person.

Medici couldn't speak, he couldn't make a sound, he had rarely had such an embarrassing moment in his life, let alone in front of his old rivals.

However, at this moment, before his eyes began to decay, he stared coldly at the girl in the mirror, without showing the slightest pain.

The Primordial Witch smiled, he didn't seem to care about Medici's current struggles and inner activities, and the virus fell on the Red Angel layer by layer. And he still stands quietly and gracefully in the mirror, making the mirror seem to be a circular portrait.

As an Assassin, he chose to assassinate as a matter of course.

"Who are you going to call for help this time?"

"Do you think that with the protection of the 'fool', I won't dare to do anything to you?"

"Our fight is justified, of course, I can spare your life so that you can return to the Fool as His angel, this is just another defeat for you, it is better than just dying in the first place."

The demagogic voices echoed in Medici's ears, nowhere to be found, but everywhere, like everyone Medici had ever met, men and women, and children he had hoped for. A refreshing aroma permeated from nowhere, and it was clear that the people around him fell one by one and lost their lives, but they still couldn't resist the sweet aroma.

The poison of love descended upon the land without the protection of the gods, and the black shadow grew in Medici's eyes, wiping out all the courage, passion, and cruel pride of the god of war from his heart, leaving only pure love madness.

But at this moment, a silvery-white band of light fell between them.

It was as if time had gone back in time, Medici's condition quickly improved, his dark face gradually recovered, and the strange poison gradually receded—albeit limitedly, he was able to regain his voice.

Medici coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm sorry."

TBC

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No one can walk out of the barber shop with a smile, ahhhh

(End of chapter)