Klein had mixed emotions welling up, but now was not the time to think about it.

Crane snapped his fingers and appeared from behind the old man, his pupils suddenly lit up with a silver light.

Spirit piercing!

The old man held the fanged dagger, ready to unleash the Thunderbolt again, when suddenly, he froze, and the sharp pain in his head made it impossible for him to concentrate.

"Bang bang bang!"

A barrage of air bullets followed, and the old man struggled to raise the water curtain, slowing down the movement of the invisible bullets.

The temperature of the air suddenly dropped rapidly, and the thin ice quickly spread to the old man's position, and then climbed up his body.

The old man, who had just escaped the extreme sting in his spirit, suddenly found that his flesh and blood were stiff and it was difficult to move.

Klein accelerated with a run-up, and the locomotive rushed over, and with a punch, the old man immediately flew up, and his chest completely collapsed.

After all, a requiem with a thunderbolt staff is a crispy mage who controls and attacks.

With the squirming hunger turned on, Crane's high agility and high physical output, combined with control skills, can easily blow up the opponent's body and physically destroy the opponent.

Before the old man could recondense the Thunderbolt Arrow, Klein's additional air bullets were continuously issued, and the old man, who had just turned into the Thunderbolt King, had his skull shattered, and a red, white and yellowish viscous liquid flowed out, just like the cream cheese baked red grapes that he had eaten at noon.

Removing the uncomfortable image from his mind, Crane seized the time and opened his palm to the old man's corpse.

The old man's corpse quickly turned into a torrent of flesh and blood.

At this moment, a hairy head poked out of the door, with burnt eyebrows and dark blue eyes, casually draped in a bathrobe.

Daniz's wide, bright eyes quickly took in the scene in the room, and before he could sigh, he met a pair of cold, unforgiving blue-gray eyes.

Shit!

Daniz quickly retracted his head.

What is the situation of the special code? How are there such terrible extraordinaires everywhere!

There was such a big movement next door, how could that madman be indifferent and still be able to sleep?

Suddenly, a crowd of people swarmed in, Crane shook the sheets, rolled up Lazarik's body, and then lifted the suitcase, broke the window directly, and left quickly.

All that was left in the room was the ashes of a paper figure that had burned out.

After a long walk through the jungle, making sure that his place was far away from the city and the crowds, Crane put down the body and suitcase.

Through the thin moonlight, Klein saw that Lazarik's face was not frightened and distorted, but unusually calm and serene.

Klein was full of taste, Lazaric thought that he had saved the person he loved, but he didn't know that his sweetheart was long gone, even if it was a fake one in front of him, he didn't need to save it at all, he died worthless, but he was satisfied.

Klein was strangely uncomfortable, it wasn't that he regretted killing Latisia, she was polluted, it seemed that she would soon change, the sequence of mutation six, how dangerous it was for ordinary people, he understood very well, for the malice of this world, he already knew in his heart.

He let out a long sigh and put Latisia's clothes and all his belongings with Lazarik, and with a snap of his fingers, they burned together in a bright flame.

Not accepting the fetters of the identity you play, remembering who you are, and leaving coldly is the most effective way to play the Faceling.

But...... I really can't.

Although the Faceling's potion was quickly digested, Crane felt countless arms outstretching from the abyss of Fall pulling at his body desperately, trying to slide himself into madness and out of control.

I must never choose to play this role again.

"Without your presence, it would have been them after Latisia was contaminated, and after they took the Book of Scourge with them, their fate would have been sealed."

Voices came from all around.

Crane regained Gelman's appearance, silent, light and shadow writhing across his angular face, orange reflecting dark brown pupils.

After a long time, Klein chose a flat piece of ground, sprinkled a handful of powder, and spat out one word: "Collapse!" ”

The ground quickly caved into a deep pit, and Crane buried the ashes of Lazaric and Latisia's relics in it.

Before dawn, Crane returned to the Blue Wind Inn.

He was unable to enter, and the hotel was controlled by police officers, who could see a number of vicarious punishers in rough faces, formal or clergy robes, and military personnel in special uniforms.

"It's the rebels, and they fought with the people next door to us, and I don't know why."

Daniz, who had been disguised but had eyes, saw Gelman and hurried over, whispering what he knew.

"I slipped out before the punishers came."

"Let me tell you, the woman next door is really ruthless, I just glanced at her, her cold blue-gray eyes, like poisonous snakes, tsk."

The two walked down the street, Daniz chattering, and Gelman was silent until he found another hotel, where he reopened his room and rested.

The next day, Daniz went out early in the morning to inquire about the news, and Klein did not go out.

"I have one more suggestion for the next actor, I think it's ......"

"Shut up, you!"

The lantern god grinned and sat across from Klein and continued:

"Anyway, your digestion is going fast, isn't it?"

"I know that he died, and I have no responsibility, but it is still a little ...... to see him die because of the identity I played Regretful. ”

"The best way to forget a relationship is to start a new one. I've got a new one for you. ”

"Don't say it, I don't want to know."

Klein said firmly.

"Hey, hey, hey."

In the evening, Daniz returned and gave a detailed report on the results of his inquiry.

Finally, he said:

"The woman has a bounty, £7,000."

"Originally, I wanted to take you to other rebel strongholds, but now they should be hiding."

During the night, Crane suddenly woke up from his dream.

He dreamed of the daytime in Byam, and suddenly there were clouds of lead, and the sky was dark, as if the night had come suddenly, and then the wind was fierce and the rain was pouring down.

The ports of Byam, the azure waters turned into a deep dark blue, and they rose firmly and slowly, drowning the docks, the streets, the houses, little by little.

Crane sat up from the bed at once, put on his clothes, and went to the window.

When I opened the window, a wind full of moisture blew in my face, there was no moon and no stars, and great fear was born in the darkness.

"Neptune Kavituva?"

Klein had the urge to leave Byam right now, and it was a forewarning from his spirit.

"Do you know what's going on?"

Klein thought to no avail, so he simply asked the magic lamp directly.

"The Book of Disasters was important in maintaining the mental stability of Kavituva, and when Latisia took it, it had a nervous breakdown and was on the verge of losing control."

"It's going to cause a tsunami and bury all the creatures of Byam for it?"

"Obviously."

Crane's face became serious, and after thinking for a while, he picked up the magic lamp, got dressed, and walked out of the bedroom.