Hatred is the fuel of courage.

If the captain is here, then he will definitely pull the other person into sleep remotely, and then Leonard and I can rush in and give the enemy a fat beating.

Thinking so, Crane lowered his head, hid his smile, clenched the extraordinary properties in his hand with one hand, and pinched the tarot cards in the other, and slowly walked up the dirty staircase.

Passing by the doorless room, Crane glanced at it as if he were a resident of the place, casually glancing at the distressed neighbor he didn't know very well.

Tracing back to the thin black line, he found a fierce man who had completely melted into the black shadow.

The black threads that spread across his body snaked and fluttered, as if they were far away in the sky, and they seemed to be close to his hand, and as long as he stretched out his hand, he could grasp and manipulate those thin lines, and the man who was hidden in the shadows, who must have a direct connection with Lanerus, would become a puppet at his mercy.

Attack and kill him directly, then the psychic asks about the whereabouts of Lanrius, or, just leave, give his appearance to Miss Justice's friend, and follow him to find the whereabouts of Lanrius.

Although mixed thoughts have sprung up, it is actually a glimpse of time, and Klein has not had time to weigh the gains and losses, weigh the good and the bad, and then make a decision.

Suddenly, there was a flash of golden light, and a yellow-orange-orange object was seen crashing straight into the shadows.

"I ......"

Klein jumped to his feet, and the tarot cards he was holding in his hand shot out like flying knives.

The figure of the man in the shadows immediately became real, he rushed towards the original door like a predatory beast, and at the same time, his left arm swelled and exploded, and the blood-colored storm swept towards Crane one step faster than the man.

One tarot card after another was slammed into the man's body, but the man's flesh and blood squirmed, and the deep wound was immediately healed and disappeared.

Crane leaps into the air, his hands reaching forward, flicking the strings of silk as he tries to play the opening song of a puppet show against the backdrop of splattering flesh.

However, the image was fleeting, and Crane writhed his body in embarrassment and fled towards the stairs, trying to avoid the rain of flesh and blood, and he found that it took a lot of time to influence the enemy in this way, and it was completely useless in a frontal battle where every second counted.

What a half sequence five is this!

I should hide, secretly manipulate the enemy's extended black line, and then come out when the opponent is completely controlled, what is the difference between rushing up and sending people to the head now?

But Klein was surprised to find that the terrifying flesh rushed to his face, and not even a single sputter of it had hit him, and he didn't really have the confidence to dodge it.

Holding Rosago's extraordinary characteristics, he suddenly had more information in his mind, not only could he manipulate invisible black lines, but also temporarily added several abilities suitable for combat.

He snapped his fingers, and the room's dirty curtains, which had not been completely damaged, burst into flames, and Crane's figure appeared behind the man.

Just as he was about to escape, it occurred to Klein that if he escaped from here and went to a place where there were people, he would definitely bring disaster to others.

Crane snapped his fingers several times in succession, and the air bullet flew at great speed like a physical body, striking the tall man from behind. The air bullet pierced the man's body, splattering blood sprays.

However, this is no effective damage for the Rose Cardinal, who is proficient in flesh magic.

The soothsayers are really weak chickens when they take on the side battle.

Wang Zichuan leisurely watched the excitement, watching Klein jump up and down like a cat fighting with a dog.

Seeing that the Flesh Bomb was strangely unable to hit its target, the Rose Bishop man understood that the other party must have a related ability or magical item that could cleverly dodge area attacks.

The scattered flesh and blood strangely condensed into small balls of flesh, like giant seeds, they rolled their bodies, quickly scattered, ready to find the living people in the apartment, and turn them all into nutrients for seeds, nourishing themselves, so that they could use a larger and more comprehensive blanket of flesh to wrap and melt the enemy.

"Confinement!"

Wang Zichuan sealed the room at the right time, so that it was temporarily isolated from the real world, so as to prevent the players on the field from asking for help from the field.

Klein saw that although his attacks could hit, the opponent recovered faster, and the enemy's attacks looked aggressive, but they always missed.

This is the meaning of the absence of any danger in divination?

How is this going to be fought?

The tall man, who was at least two meters tall, suddenly melted like a wax figure, and a stream of sticky and disgusting flesh flowed towards Crane, who lit fires and jumped around the room.

The items that can be lit in the room are about to be burned!

The ability to use beyond one's own sequence is an extremely spiritually draining thing, and in the time of being thoughtful with the other party, Klein felt the rapid loss of spirituality, and his body gradually became tired, and he couldn't help but scold the magic lamp of the pit dad in his heart, and even his thoughts diverged slightly, remembering that he played online games with others in his previous life, and some stupid teammates were casually weird, and everyone was wiped out by the group.

As the battle in the arena was about to turn into a chase and fight, Wang Zichuan had seen enough of the excitement, happily stretched out his hand, pointed to the tall man, and said:

"Flesh magic is forbidden here."

The flowing stream suddenly solidified, reuniting and rising into a tall man.

"Shock!"

The man froze in place, temporarily unable to move.

Klein seized the time and immediately captured the man's flying black silk thread, and used his spirit to pluck and comb it.

The effect of deterrence was not long-lasting, and the man was about to get rid of it soon, but Wang Zichuan was floating beside him, waiting to replenish the amplified and strengthened deterrent effect.

Crane calmly manipulated the thin lines, watching the man go from struggling to sluggishness, and finally completely losing his autonomy and becoming a puppet with extraordinary characteristics in his hands, he couldn't help but scream wildly in his heart.

This is the right way to fight for a soothsayer!

The previous act of rushing directly to it was only done by the crazy magic lamp!

The magic lamp must have been reckless before he was born, and then it became a lamp!

The battle in the room, which had been sealed by the magic lamp, didn't cause much movement, and Crane disengaged the control, and the tall man fell to the ground with a thud.

Klein took out the spiritual materials he had brought with him, simply arranged a ritual to summon himself, and then wrapped the man's remaining spirit with his own spirit body to channel spirits above the gray mist.

Lanerus is currently hidden within the dockers' association at the East Bailang dockyard.

The Aurora Society has taken control of Langrius, and Lanrius has become a vessel for the coming of a fallen Creator!

The figure above the gray mist suddenly covered his face and laughed, and his voice echoed in the empty and silent majestic palace.

There seemed to be an echo, as if there were many people laughing together in response.

Captain, this is the first step in avenging us.

Klein controlled his emotions a little and straightened his seat, ready to reply directly to Miss Justice's prayers.

He adjusted his voice and spoke in a low, indifferent voice:

"The killer of the Dharavi Street bombing has been executed."

"The Dockers' Association of Langerius at the East Bailang Dockyard."

"Inform the Church of the Night Goddess that Lanrius has the divinity of a fallen Creator."