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Despite her actions, the Primordial Witch still chose to use the little power of Calamity City and the aura that broke through the seal of 0-01 to hide herself.

As an Assassin, he wanted to fight in the way he had always been most familiar with, plotting 0-01.

It was impossible to defeat the God of Thunder, and he had never drunk a potion called "megalomania". And if the God of Thunder died, it would be impossible to win with the two beings on the opposite side to grab 0-01, unless both of them felt that this thing was full of non-native essentia pollution, and it could not be accommodated, which was really an eyesore.

Luck, Loftus-Cheek thought it was more likely, and besides, he didn't plan to go to war right away, and even if he wanted to take 0-01 in his hands right away, he still tried to keep his impulsiveness and out of it as much as possible.

If you need to fight, become an assassin and find a chance to kill with one hit;

If you don't need to fight, you can quietly pick up 0-01 while others are done.

As a true god, as the god who is best at hiding himself in many ways, Chick's concealment and plan were originally seamless, and only whether he could successfully pick up 0-01 had to draw a question mark. However, there is a huge variable in His current perfect plan—in order to be able to pick up 0-01 without any problems, He brought 0-02 with him.

The Brass Book of Trenthorst—This is the most useful, practical, and useful seal in his possession so far.

But this seal is also the uniqueness of the "Inquisitor". Therefore, even if no one realized that Chick had smuggled into the astral plane, the spirit of the Children of Chaos had a faint sense, as if they felt that the authority of their other path was nearby.

Therefore, he took it for granted that the primordial witch was hiding somewhere in the astral plane, and the children of chaos never thought that the guy who had robbed him of his authority by despicable means would dare to appear in front of him, and the concealment at the moment also made him more angry when he guessed that the other party wanted to wait for the opportunity. In the face of the Thunder God's approach, he couldn't find the spirit to search in the entire astral plane, but he could still order it. Amid the rolling thunder and the sound of the waves, the creature in human form coldly commanded:

"Give me back my uniqueness!"

His words became laws, iron rules, and obedience.

Leodro was slightly stunned. The God of Thunder, who had never touched essentia, was still half a second behind in this regard, although he knew that as long as he took out 0-01, the Primordial Witch would definitely come, but he really didn't expect it to come so soon!

That's a ...... Unexpected delight.

Before Chick could stand firm to distinguish friend from foe, the words suddenly turned into a mountain of heavy weight and slammed down on him!

Bang! The black silk on his head swelled and grew after being struck, turning into countless black poisonous snakes, and Cheek did not obey the order immediately, he chose to resist and use the power of the brass book to escape this "decree". This naturally made the children of chaos who legislated furious, and the harsh punishment was issued in an instant—his snake's hair suddenly broke one after another, and the black-scaled vipers did not have time to wail, and precise cracks appeared between his head and body. The snake's head broke off and fell from the neck one after another, and the length of each one was exactly the same!

Beheading!

These things are part of the mythical bioform, and as soon as they lose connection with their bodies, they immediately explode into a black mist, and in an instant, the Primordial Witch's side is full of black mist that condenses into curses and plagues.

Although it seems to be only slightly damaged, it has received the influence of the law, and these conceptual snakes should not be able to repair themselves, becoming scars that will weaken the opponent for a while. However, at this moment, the cross-sectional flesh of the snake's body squirmed, constantly spraying black mist, and under the resistance of the law and the power of the Calamity City, a new snake head soon grew, which was the same as the original.

Although the damage was not high, and it was a flesh wound that would not take long to recover, the Primordial Witch was forced to emerge from hiding.

As soon as she appeared, the primordial witch looked at the Children of Chaos with resentful eyes, his thoughts were obviously beneficial to the Children of Chaos, but he was attacked by the other party without saying anything. At this point, since it could no longer be hidden, the ice crystals grew into transparent daggers in the palm of his hand, which he grasped in his hand and hid in his sleeve, making it impossible to judge the direction of the impending stab.

For a moment, Loftus-Cheek's strategic position became rather awkward.

Anyone could see what He had come here for, and both were wary and disgusted with Him for his profit.

The Primordial Witch resigned herself to her fate, and she sighed helplessly, then looked at Leodro, or rather at 0-01, which was held in Leodro's hand.

After a few seconds of greedy and longing eyes, He cast his gaze on a great shadow in the distance. There was a bit of sadness and helplessness in her eyes, she looked weak and pitiful, and she couldn't help but want to soften her tone and forgive this beautiful girl who had just done something wrong.

However, the presence of a "god of beauty" neutralizes the charm of the witch, and this goddess who can compete with the witch in beauty pays attention to the uninvited guest's every move and is wary of his behavior.

Just as everyone knew Chick's purpose, the Children of Chaos also shifted all their attention to Chick the moment Chick appeared.

For him, Chick is by far the most lucrative hunting target.

“…… Rats who have stolen my authority and offended the majesty of the Emperor, you should get out of the way and pray that I will let you live a little longer. ”

"But greed, and your instinct for uniqueness as a vehicle for extraordinary characteristics, have made you here. As a reward for your initiative to return the Codex, I will give you a whole corpse. ”

There was a palpable smile in the voice of the Children of Chaos, cold and angry.

It is probably ironic that Leodro, who sealed him in his mausoleum, was dismissed by him because of his own ways and the fate that anyone with a discerning eye could see. The Children of Chaos don't want to expose their full abilities, nor do they want to waste time fighting the gods of the Earth, so it's more important to beware of the Lord of Mystery and the All-Knowing Almighty than fighting them.

If the Hidden Sage is looking for a sparring partner for himself, and there is some real vigilance, then the Children of Chaos are completely rotten. The Hidden Sage was willing to come up and consume it, and as he wished, he had little interest in fighting for territory on Earth, and was even happy to watch a play.

However, Chick's presence abruptly changed the casual attitude of the Children of Chaos, and as the embodiment of essentia, an old will, he showed targeted anger.

Mother Earth Goddess suddenly felt creepy, he wanted to retreat, but when he thought that Chick had now strangely become a community of destiny on his side, in case the uniqueness was taken away, the other party would forcibly connect with the essentia...... Lilith felt that it was not a retreat, nor was it an advance.

Under such a terrifying sense of oppression, Mother Earth felt that her temples were growing pain, and Leodro seemed to have given up paying attention to the situation here, the thunderstorm and the information were completely entangled, the current destroyed the information structure, and the information modified Leodro's extraordinary power, and for a while it was impossible to see who was superior, but then, the trident stabbed violently, and seemed to cut something.

- The space in front of the hidden sage seemed to suddenly become larger, and out of nowhere, a little red moon shone throughout.

……

"You can make a wish to me." The wandering magician said.

“…… My brother's house and I are being rebuilt after it collapsed in a previous bombing, and my wish is to restore it to its original state. The man who rolled up his sleeves and was cleaning up the construction debris on the ground did not look back, but replied slightly coldly.

His brother laughed when he heard this, pushed the man's shoulder, and said with a wry smile:

"Alright, Ollie, people are just joking us to make us happy, don't blame others for things you don't want to do. Clean up the bricks here, and if you don't set up your tent, you won't have a place to sleep later. ”

This is not an easy task.

Apparently the man named Ollie didn't really take the wandering magician's words to heart, he just answered sullenly, and bent down to continue his work. He picked up the craggy rubble with both hands and moved it to the other side, and they had no tools but repeated the inefficient labor. The ruins in front of you are so shattered that it's hard to think that there was a two-story house in the first place.

His brother was recovering the materials he still had to use, when suddenly he jerked his hand back as if it had been burned, and a faint streak of blood appeared on a nail nailed into the plank in front of him.

The wandering magician watched the brothers' efforts for a moment, and then asked in a confirmed manner, "Do you wish to restore this place?" ”

"Are you really?" The other person said in surprise with his index finger in his mouth, "Friend, you can't be a rich man, the son of a big nobleman, you can directly call the construction team to help us repair the house, okay?" We received your wishes, but you didn't even ...... a drawing."

"I don't have a knighthood."

The wandering magician shook his head, waiting for Ollie's answer.

Ollie lifted a rock, a movement he had repeated countless times, and even a strong adult man felt physically and mentally exhausted. His fingertips and between his fingers were stained with dried or fresh blood, and the pain became numb, but it was always there. He looked at the ruins in front of him, at the mountain of construction debris and the scene that two people couldn't clean up at all, probably feeling frustrated and desperate in front of reality, so he turned around as if he had given up on himself, and looked at the wandering magician behind him seriously.

"Yes!"

"Restoring our home, that's what I want."

The wandering magician raised his right hand, snapped his fingers, and said with a smile:

"Alright, your wish has come true."

Ollie burst out laughing, amused by the wandering magician's clumsy magic show, and also felt that he had just been serious, really had some expectations, and he laughed from the bottom of his heart for the first time after a series of tragedies. After laughing, he was about to thank the magician who was at least serious about making himself laugh, but he heard his brother suddenly let out a scream that changed his tone.

Ollie was startled, he turned his head sharply, and with a bang, his forehead collided with the rusted metal door plate.

He instinctively cursed, but his eyes widened immediately. Then, little by little, he raised his head like a rusty doll, and he was greeted by an intact two-story building, a house he was all too familiar with and had spent years of his savings building.

Ollie stood outside the door in a daze, while his brother, who had been standing inside the ruins, had appeared directly inside the house. The other ran from the inside to the door screaming, and the two subconsciously looked at each other and found the same blankness in each other's eyes.

"I didn't drink......"

Ollie glared and muttered, as if he was hallucinating drunk, but the large bag on his head was red and swollen, and he cautiously reached out to touch his forehead and the number that had knocked him into the stars—the one he had picked and nailed to the house when it was built.

Every pattern and groove is so familiar.

"Really, really......" he muttered to himself, as if he was crazy.

His brother did not respond, and after dancing and uttering some incomprehensible onomatopoeia, he spread his legs and rushed back into the house, stroking the walls and the door. Ollie made a similar move, and was surprised and frightened to finally confirm that the house he was rebuilding had been restored to its original state.

At this moment, his brother suddenly spoke:

"Your wish has come true, so can I also make a wish? That magician, that magician......"

As he spoke, he turned around, ran away, and rushed to the gate. They rushed out and eagerly looked outside.

However, the wandering magician in the black robe and top hat was long gone, and he did not know when he had left.

Ollie and his brother looked around, relieved and as if they had lost something.

Miracles are happening in the streets.

The wandering magician who sowed miracles was like a fine tailor and cementer, who rebuilt house after house, repaired broken and crumbling families with his own hands and spirit threads, but he still seemed not satisfied.

"Just like that...... There will be another catastrophe in the future, and there will be another death, and the secret puppet will not be spared......"

"It's not enough to do that, but ......"

The wandering magician stopped, and behind him were a forest of buildings, and in front of him were still ruins and ruins in sight.

He felt confused, a strong sadness blocked his chest, and another urge made him want to raise his hand, and with a snap of his fingers, the whole of Beckland would be restored, and even the corpses under the wood and stones would stand up and laugh.

But before he could make up his mind, a distress report prayer suddenly appeared in his ear.

……

Along the hallway, a dragon in a white doctor's uniform walked slowly.

Its limbs are well-proportioned and beautiful, with long golden horns with spiral patterns. The smooth scales of gold and silver reflected the dim light of the hallway, and the wings gathered behind the back were lightly attached to the streamlined back, and even as they walked, they did not knock over any of the surrounding furnishings, and every bit of distance seemed to have been carefully calculated. It was a behemoth several meters tall walking down the narrow corridor, but it felt like a well-mannered human strolling quietly.

Relying on the peculiarity of the dream, Audrey imagined her complete mythical creature form and changed her appearance in the dream.

Sure enough, in this way, the dream realm continued to open up to her.

At the end, a door appeared in front of the dragon.

Audrey gathered her attention, her green eyes turned to the room on the left.

The door opened automatically, and it was a semi-open tanning room.

Pursing her lips again, Audrey breathing steadily and reaching for the handle of the door.

As the wooden door opened back, the scene inside was gradually revealed.

It was no longer a room, the floor was round stone after stone and clumps of green and black weeds, and the depths were dark and impossible to see.

Audrey walked in, the door creaking behind her.

In that darkness, the outlines of some things were quickly outlined:

A huge stone pillar dozens of meters high towered, and a long lizard-like monster rested above.

The monster crouched on the top of the stone pillar, like a small mountain, its body was covered with huge scales like gray and white stone, and its eyes were pale gold and straight.

This is a psychic dragon from myths and legends.

With a thud, the two wings of the psychic dragon spread out, almost obscuring the sky.

It is slightly different from the complete form imagined by Audrey, their skeletons are like metal leaf veins, covered with a gray skin film with mysterious patterns, not gorgeous, but full of the unique charm of fantasy creatures and mythical creatures.

Audrey looked up at it like a human ancestor on the ground looking at a dragon soaring in the sky.

As Audrey looked up, the psychic dragon was also looking at the young "dragon", neither of them spoke, maintaining an eerie harmony.

But at this moment, Audrey's body suddenly and gradually retracted, turning back into a human appearance, and the dragon also moved its body slightly, facing Audrey's direction, her eyes erected, as if she was alert to the appearance of something.

The door at the end of the corridor behind him suddenly opened again, and the wooden door opened a little, revealing the appearance of a visitor:

The old but spirited scholar appeared outside the door, holding a book that Audrey had never seen before.

Grossell's Travels

What is it?

This book, it seems, has been heard somewhere...... Audrey was curious, but saw Hermes looking at her, smiled and nodded:

"Sorry, I borrowed this from someone else, and I was a little late."

"Did you have a nice chat with this dragon?"

TBC

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Alger: Writing the Holy Scriptures and looking at the report, suddenly someone rushed in and grabbed something! Mr. Fool, help!