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Medici gritted her teeth.

The power of the two men who were currently stronger than him was playing out a tug-of-war on him, and the "good fortune" and favor that Ulorius had left behind before parting was rapidly consumed by the primordial witch.

Urorius is not a god after all, no matter how bad Chick's state is, he is still a real old god, and the pain has never gone away, but he has been temporarily held back by these good fortunes and non-stop small "reboots", and the symptoms of dizziness and difficulty in speaking still exist.

The severe headache and strange pain were only temporarily relieved, and there was room in his throat for him to speak and breathe, but nothing more, and it would not and could not be removed by the "Angel of Destiny". As a vehicle for the two of them to fight for power, Medici was a little glad that Chick's virus had not yet invaded his brain, and tried to awaken his consciousness through the complications and sleepiness caused by the disease.

Medici's mind was spinning, but the disparity in power between him and Chick made the assassination almost no suspense, and he had never been in such a dangerous situation in his life that he could die without resistance.

In the first sequence, he faced the assassination of the "assassin" through the true god, and he was already experienced and strong-willed before he died instantly!

Of course, the most important thing is luck.

"If it cannot be delayed like this, the serpent's shelter will soon be exhausted, and any further delay will delay his god-ordination ceremony...... I'm a talking trait now, and the serpent himself may not be able to keep me......"

"Heh, Cheek, I've finally become a traditional assassin, and my assassination skills are good, but if you didn't choose to use the disease and just rush up and stab me, then you might be able to contain my extraordinary traits by now."

It's funny to think that the "Brass Book of Trenthorst" states that "no hunter shall hunt by any means", but it does not prohibit the Assassins from using any method to assassinate their targets—the Patriarch is so preoccupied with himself that he has completely forgotten that there may be a true god on the lookout! Even Medich and the Emperor of the Einhorn family only wanted to get their hands on each other's extraordinary characteristics as soon as possible, rather than thinking about how to save their lives if the "Primordial Witch" came over to blow up the fish - there was nothing to think about, it turned out that he came and killed them all.

At the critical moment, Medici didn't even bother to scold the two cohabitants in his head to relieve his emotions, and he was bent on finding a way out.

There is only one way to get out now - that is, to pray to the "fool" immediately for help, but Crane said before that he will fall into a deep sleep and stay in a state, so it is best to wait for him to wake up naturally, and rashly praying for help may worsen the other party's mental state, so Loftus-Cheek is also testing the state of the "fool" now, and he specially did not kill Medici as soon as he came up.

"Oh no, I didn't ask Klein for help in the first place, he should have guessed something......"

Medici's mind raced, and he immediately realized that a moment of sluggishness had conveyed a message. Whatever Chick thinks, he realizes that "the 'Fool' is inconvenient to respond, and He is inconvenient to pray for some reason"...... He resisted the urge to frown, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He didn't need to say more, just gave Chick a contemptuous look.

Such behavior may anger the other person, but only by pretending to be relaxed now will the other person be cautious, worrying about whether he has an object or blessing from the "fool" on him.

"That's a lot of carelessness."

The high sequence that is still alive so far has a well-known intelligence, and therefore a common misunderstanding:

That is, everyone knows that the uniqueness of the "Red Priest" path has been seriously polluted, not to mention accommodating, if there is not enough power, it will be reversed, and even the God of Thunder is not willing to use it more.

At the same time, the essentia of this path is also very individual, and Medici, who had the help of the ancient sun god, could not completely suppress it.

It's no secret that the Demon of Knowledge rescued Bethel, but even if he came to remove the pollution, he killed the "door" first. Under this perception, almost everyone feels that the competition between the witch and the hunter is too cost-effective.

Chick has been given a copy of the Conqueror, but since the name has not changed, it proves that he has not yet embraced that extraordinary trait.

The God of Thunder holds the Oneness, and he cannot be a true god of the two paths, so he has been secretly observing from outside the battlefield.

Medici was pessimistic about whether he could become a sequence 0 before he got Klein's promise, and the emperor of Fursack probably expected the god of war to get a hand out of himself, but he didn't expect the god of war to throw himself into the river first. To Medici's competitor, it seems that the other party has no expectation of becoming a god at all, and is only confronting him with the last pride and refusal to admit defeat.

So everyone actually selectively ignored Chick, thinking that he would not make a move on the uniqueness because of the poor progress of accommodating!

"Wait...... Why did Loftus-Cheek suddenly make a move? ”

Medici suddenly thought of an unreasonable place:

"I've been here for a week, I'm not like that emperor, there are still armies to work with, there are many level 0 seals to protect myself, I'm the commander of the light pole now, if he wants to do it, he can assassinate me quietly at any time like just now!"

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to do it directly in that little base? I died quietly, and the Emperor was kept in the dark, and he could even continue to assassinate them in this way, and give them a stab in the heart. ”

"But why do you choose to do it on the street now?"

The moment this series of doubts appeared, Medici instinctively realized that the answer to this question was likely to be crucial. But before he could think, he suddenly felt dizzy in front of him, and the severe headache seemed as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his brain.

Even the red angel couldn't help but bite his lip and snort.

Indeed dissatisfied with the attitude displayed by the extraordinary properties of the "Conqueror", Cheek derives great satisfaction from Medici's painful body language, and looking at Medici's painful but powerless appearance, it feels like he has never felt so comfortable in thousands of years.

The pure white feather fan opened, elegantly covering the corners of his raised lips.

I don't know when the sky darkened, clouds shrouded the center of the city, a faint fragrance slowly diffused around, and the place that was usually the most lively was now not the sound of a living person or even a living thing.

Only one voice echoed faintly, and Medici closed his hearing to it.

For even if He didn't listen, he knew it must be a woman's singing. The song is light and slow, reminiscent of a lullaby of tranquility under the moonlight, or a little tune about love that a young girl hums softly while thinking about her lover. But the effect of the song is far less gentle and sweet than it sounds, it is a poison wrapped in honey, like the ancient mythical Siren, tempting the living to go down through the window and sacrifice their lives and souls to the beautiful goddess, with an intoxicated smile on their broken faces.

The Vorsack Empire has no protection from the gods, and there is no existence capable of resisting the primordial witch.

He could come in person and quietly take the life of his enemies with his sickness, without giving Him another chance to fight.

Bethel Abraham had no interest in the faith, and the "Fool" was prepared to become the new faith in the nation, and to have his own followers coming, but he himself was not prepared further.

It can be said that Chick can now walk sideways throughout the Vorsack Empire, and the only ones who are worthy of his jealousy and hesitation are the believers of the "Fool" - but this does not affect his actions against Medici, the battle between the "Angel of Fate" Ulorius and the Speaker of the Council of Life He sees that they have been opposed for thousands of years, but after getting the permission of the "Fool", no matter who loses, they can save their lives. This gave him the inspiration and courage to do it - as long as Medici didn't die, the matter would be confined to rivalry!

The competition of the extraordinary way is to win the king and defeat the king, and the "fool" himself also defeated other "soothsayers" to compete for the position!

"Medici doesn't seem to be going to turn to the Fool for help?"

Just as Medici thought, Loftus-Cheek was also secretly watching the other side's state.

Also an old rival who has been fighting for a long time, Medici doesn't take the original witch seriously, but he is more cautious than anything else when he encounters it. The hunter's mouth, the words they say, and even the actions they make are often part of their plot, so Loftus-Cheek chooses to seal the opponent's throat and vocal cords as soon as he comes up, and directly incapacitates the opponent, intending to slowly grind Medici to death.

"Even if he doesn't turn to the 'fool' or to 'God,' and hasn't asked for help until now, is there any other way for him to fail?"

Chick was suspicious, and while aggravating the various diseases on the other party's body, the "good luck" left by Ulorius burned quickly, and at the same time closely watched Medici's movements, and even looked at the other two angels in the city by the way.

However, one sequence one, one sequence two, is really not enough to see.

Cheek's white feather fan shook and looked into the distance after glancing at Medici, who was still struggling.

In an instant, countless formless and massless spider silks fell from the fingertips of the primordial witch, as if a large web had been woven on the canopy, and the entire Saint Milon was instantly wrapped in the spider web, but it did not continue to continue in a further direction.

The Gorgons silently brought her power closer to the most prosperous area, the Sanctuary of the Church of the God of War.

The priest, who was praying for an elderly couple in the chapel, was suddenly shaken, and he saw a beautiful woman in front of him, touching and affectionate, and seeing her was like seeing the most beautiful image in his heart. She smiled, and the priest's heart was struck with great joy, as if he had returned to his youth, and received the wholehearted love of the person he wanted.

She walked over and gently approached his face, whispering softly in his ear:

"Kill them, and I'll be yours."

There was a sudden commotion in the otherwise orderly sanctuary, and there was a strange infighting between them, and when one of them raised his gun at his other colleagues without hesitation, he was shocked to find that they had done the same.

The disease called "love" did not appear only in these few people, and when ordinary priests sacrificed their companions and themselves to the perfect goddess, the praying people began to pull and push each other. However, the chaos did not last long.

They quickly stopped their movements, looked at the air or people in front of them, and smiled happily.

The graceful afterimage of the primordial witches walked past the reflections of the ornaments, coins, and mirrors they were wearing, with a warm smile on their faces.

He went into the church, and no one came out.

And in the depths of the underground church, Patriarch Lalion was about to answer the prayer of a demigod, when suddenly he felt something in his heart and raised his head.

In front of him, it was no longer the holy emblem of the god of war, but a smooth mirror appeared. It was not Himself who was reflected in the mirror, but a beautiful young woman smiling at Him. She held out her hand, as if to invite Him to go out for a walk.

Lalion was instantly distracted by this smile, and he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him blankly, and rubbed his hands very crampedly, so that a heavy book-like object slipped from his hand and smashed at his feet.

The sound of the "Trenthorst Brass Book" falling to the ground brought back his consciousness, and he subconsciously looked at his feet, only to see a line of words quickly appear on the surface of the seal that had been inseparable from him for half a month:

"Witches are forbidden here......"

The line disappeared faster than it appeared.

The seal struggled for a moment:

"Charm ...... forbidden here"

The phrase disappeared word by word at the same speed as it appeared, but there was still a chance to see it. After reading these words, Larion suddenly realized what had just happened, and his eyes were suddenly colored with horror. The Patriarch immediately did not dare to look at the mirror hanging on the wall, but directly bent down and reached out to pick up the "Trenthorst Brass Book" that had fallen on the ground.

But He did not touch the seal, and His outstretched hand fell into the palm of a beautiful white palm.

The girl in the mirror walked out and came to reality, half-crouching to hold Lalion's hand.

His soft fingers ran lightly across the back of the Patriarch's hand, wiping away like worthless dust the vigilance and fear of facing the gods on a battlefield where his life might have been in danger at any moment, and ecstasy and love rose quickly to fill the void.

Beauty and emotion are nothing to mythical creatures, but to a witch, this is the sharpest knife in her hand.

"Why be so vigilant?"

His voice was like a dream.

"Come, give me all the seals, and tell the Emperor that you have found Medici's location......"

……

Medici, who had recovered a little of his spirit, smashed the walnut mirror beside him with a punch, and the original witch was looking sideways into the distance in the mirror, and Medici punched down, and her beautiful and bewitching face shattered into countless pieces with a bright smile.

Medici coughed twice, and he took a mouthful of coughed up blood on the shards of glass, leaning against the wall and barely standing up straight, then staggering to the bulletin board in the center of the city with three steps and two steps.

As soon as he took a step, he suddenly made a retching motion, then pursed his mouth, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

With the second step, the arm He had covered his mouth suddenly became swollen and purple, stretching his sleeve wide, and filthy pus and blood flowed from the cuff.

This body is about to fall apart completely in the next second.

TBC

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I can't stand it, 30 hours have passed, but when I see the mirror, I want to screw my head off, I can't accept it, I can't accept it

(End of chapter)