"Bang!"

An air bullet was fired first, heading straight for Latisia.

Latisia nimbly dodged while using her spirit to ignite a scroll of unrecognizable material.

"Wind!"

The flaming scrolls seemed to open a passage to the storm abyss, and a steady stream of blade-like wind knives poured out from within, hovering towards the outsiders.

The black trench coat was hunted by the strong wind, and the flames suddenly jumped up behind Latisia, and Gelman jumped out of it, and then with the strength of his legs, he rushed towards Latisia and waved his arms fiercely, the power from the living corpse, as if it could burst the air.

As soon as she felt movement behind her, Latisia lit another scroll.

"Space!"

Her figure quickly blurred, as if she had stepped directly into another dimension, and the strength of the insufficient level could not penetrate the barrier of the space at all.

Gelman's attack didn't materialize, and his fist pierced through Latisia's seemingly non-existent body without hindrance.

Laticia quickly stepped out of the air not far away, and the power of the scroll was enough to keep her in hiding for a very short time.

Gelman didn't lose his balance because of the power shortage, and lightning flashed in his eyes, and as soon as Laticia appeared, he felt as if she had suddenly been pierced into her brain by a long sharp needle, and she was stirring violently.

Latisia's expression was distorted all of a sudden, and her blue-gray eyes were full of pain, but she still shouted "Ice!" with difficulty. ”。

Crystal clear icicles flew out, like daggers fluttering, overwhelmingly blocking all of Gelman's dodge space.

Why didn't Lazarik come to their aid? The sound of the battle was so loud that it was as if the whole hotel couldn't hear it?

Latisia was anxious, and the bad premonition grew stronger.

She reached into her special pocket again, and suddenly a sense of loss and emptiness came over her, as if something important had been lost.

She fumbled through all her pockets as quickly as if she had lost her mind, searching for the old parchment book.

Wang Zichuan sat on a simple wooden chair leaning against the wall, his expression relaxed, smiling, and flipping open the yellow-brown cover.

"The other side of the sea, the distance of dreams."

"The Land of Origin, the Hymn to Life."

"An exiled race, far from the destination of the heart."

"The call of the blood, the desire of the soul."

"Where lightning and storms can't reach."

Gelman cast his dragon power, shaking Latisia in place, who was obviously not emotionally and mentally normal, and then snapped his fingers and unleashed a high-speed moving air bullet.

The extraordinary person in the voyeur path is mainly mystical side spells, and he should have been a crispy mage before the high sequence, so whether it is a bullet or a fist of a living corpse, he can go through a hole.

Gelman had been trying to keep Latisia under control and then end the fight by physical means.

Latisia showed a distinct abnormality after losing her book, her mental confusion further exacerbated by frenzy and mental piercing, and her exposed neck and arms were faintly agitated with dark agitation, as if she was gathering strength to burst out of the ground.

The aura on her body became more and more evil, and the fluctuations in power became more and more unstable, like a bomb about to be detonated.

The air bullet pierced her body through holes, and instead of bleeding bright red blood, the holes wriggled and drilled out holes without eyelashes.

Latisia slowly raised her head, her eyes faded from blue, one filled with a cloud of black, the other dancing with silvery-white electric light, and her whole face was covered with open eyes.

On her body, in addition to the uncontrollable performance of the voyeur's path, there was also a shallow layer of blue light wandering, and the skin where it passed flashed illusory scales, breeding slippery flesh buds.

"Imprisoned!"

The voice came from the wall, and Gelman switched gloves to graze the soul, and began to cast the divine light continuously.

Wang Zichuan turned another page, and it was still a poem-like elven text.

"Praise the messenger of silver, and bring sweet moisture."

"Praise the dancing flame, solidify the mellow red."

"Praise the churning liquid, stirring the intoxicating fragrance."

"A beautiful melody in praise of the great king."

Wang Zichuan stared at the short lines of text, thought carefully for a while, and suddenly snapped and slammed the book on the table.

Neurotic!

It's raining, and a group of elves are eating hot pot and singing, can they write prayers like big sacrifices?

Gelman stared blankly at the mass of flesh full of eyes in front of him, confirming that Latisia was completely dead, and the remaining spirit was slowly dissipating.

He immediately summoned himself in a ritual to envelop Latisia's spirit and bring it to the gray mist for channeling.

Scenes flashed, some of them were Latisia dressed as a man and three male companions walking through the jungle in search of clues to the ancient ruins, some of them went deep into the jungle and found hidden passages obscured by tall bushes in a barren area, and they overcame various difficulties to finally arrive at an empty and dilapidated half-collapsed palace carved with frescoes and preserving elven creations.

Laticia doesn't have many details of the ruins in her memory, and the clearest image is of her pulling out a tawny parchment book from under the scattered massive broken stones.

Above the gray mist, Crane watched the speed at which Latisia's remaining spirit dissipated, feeling that there was still enough time to understand her personal memories, and the magic lamp's ability to isolate reality made it difficult for everyone in the hotel to detect the anomaly here, if she played Latisia herself, no one should suspect it in a short time, including her companions.

But......

Latisia's room was completely uninhabitable after being ravaged by the wind and flames, Crane raised his palm and aimed it at the flesh on the ground, the wriggling hunger cracked a bright red hole, and the disgusting flesh turned into a flowing stream of flesh and blood that merged into the crack in the palm of his hand, leaving only a mass of extraordinary properties on the ground.

Klein looked at the lamp god who was casually flipping through the books, and said:

"That's it."

"Hmm...... Have you decided whether or not to replace Latisia? ”

"I can help you handle the scene seamlessly, and I can also allow you to use her extraordinary characteristics and use all of her abilities smoothly."

"Try? Laticia is still quite tasteful, and I see that one of her male companions is clearly obsessed with her, hahaha. ”

Looking at the unscrupulous smile of the lamp god, Crane's face changed and changed.

Casually slapping the table with the Book of Natural Disasters, a rare ancient book and extraordinary item, Wang Zichuan patiently waited for Klein to make a decision.

Klein remained silent, his heart fluctuating, his mind at war between heaven and man.