Cuellar, who walked into the store, quickly turned his head and glanced at Ademisor, who was following in, he didn't match the other party with the original gun-buying boy, and asked vigilantly, "Are you..."

Ademisore interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Listen to me, a Sequence 6 'demon' is eyeing here. ”

He uses the power of the "machine" to make his expression appear anxious and worried.

It's time to show your acting skills!

Quilar was stunned and looked at Ademisol in surprise, his obviously neatly trimmed eyebrows crinkled.

"What's wrong, Quillal?"

A low voice sounded from inside the shop, and then out of it came a man of about thirty years old, he was mediocre-looking, with black hair, a high nose, and a gray cannon, giving the first impression of a somewhat yin vulture.

He looked at Ademisore and did not hide the suspicion in his eyes: "Who is this?" How can you bring outsiders to me? ”

Ademisore jumped in the heart of this sentence.

Cuellar quickly regained his composure, and after distancing himself from Ademisore without a trace, he said, "Calm down, Hawkes, he followed me in." ”

Then he looked at Ademisor, his gray eyes flashing with an inexplicable light: "Who are you?" ”

Forcing the guilt in his heart, Ademisol replied with a serious face without changing his face:

"I'm Rosen Duckweed of the School of Life."

He lifted his chin slightly reservedly and continued, "Learn from Roy King. ”

"Roy King?" The vulture man named Hawkes asked in surprise.

"Do you know my teacher?" Ademisor was even more surprised than the other party and asked back, but he was still an acquaintance.

This adds credibility to the rhetoric.

"Not long ago in Beckland, I had the privilege of witnessing the battle between your teacher and the Rose School." Hawkes replied in a low voice.

Then his voice changed to an exaggerated smile: "So how did you know who we are?" We don't seem to have much in common with the School of Life. ”

Ademisor's inspiration was struck by a silver circle of mysterious symbols flashing in his eyes.

"There is a problem, he interferes with divination." Quillal, who had been listening quietly, suddenly spoke up.

Hawkes took a few steps forward, exposing himself to the light, when Ademisor saw a strange imprint on his wrist.

Fortune shop... Strange branding on the wrist ...

His eyes froze.

Hawkes is the tuxedo clown, the occultist who was killed by Klein's routine in the original book, and the "magician" in Sequence 7.

Quilar had just done divination, so he was also a "soothsayer", and he was also a member of the Tantric Order.

Whew!

Did you run to the Tingen branch of the Tantric Order?

Could it be that I have the attribute of attracting hidden organizations, or maybe my luck has been manipulated, which has led to a lot of bad luck recently.

More likely... Is it "0-08"?

His amber eyes deepened, quickly suppressing the distraction of thoughts, and remaining calm on the surface, avoiding the anomaly being detected by the Quillar and the others.

"Anti-divination is my sequence ability." He explained in a flat tone.

Immediately, it occurred to him that he had not taken the notes of the Antigonus family, and that he was not an extraordinary person in the way of "soothsayers".

The Esoteric Order is the least active of all the secret organizations, and every time it appears, it is basically chasing the relics of the Antigonus family.

They had no reason to be hostile to him, and thinking of this, he deliberately showed anger:

"I've kindly come to warn you, what do you mean? Is this how the Esoteric Order works? ”

He knew who we were, and the thought crossed both Quilar's and Hawkes' minds.

There was a sudden silence in the shop, and then the spiritual instincts of all three were touched almost simultaneously, a sense of danger welled up, and a poisonous vapor with a faint smell of sulfur gradually seeped down the rooftop.

Quillar and Hawkes reacted instantly, snapping their fingers almost simultaneously, and two air bullets shattered the windows in no particular order, allowing fresh air to pour in and blow away the steam.

Quillar then lit a flame to envelop himself inside, flashing to the nearest point to the window, where Hawkes created an invisible air straw that extended all the way out of the window.

Ademisor also followed closely with the handle of his pistol to break the window next to him, maintaining a high level of vigilance.

"It's really a 'demon.'" Hawkes whispered, then looked at Quillal, "On top." ”

Quillar nodded with a gloomy face, pulled out a stack of playing cards from his bosom, and with precise finger strokes, one after another shot out, deeply embedded in the ceiling.

Hawkes simultaneously raised his hand to ignite the cards, and then an inaudible explosion sounded, blasting a large hole in the roof more than a meter in diameter.

Dauria's figure fell.

"Good evening, gentlemen." He gracefully landed and said hello, and immediately a curved goat horn stretched out from the door of his head, his pupils glowed red, and his breath was full of the rich smell of sulfur, revealing a semi-demonic state.

Hawkes quickly pulled a long note from his pocket.

Syllable! With a sharp flick of his right hand, he shook the note into a long whip that burned with pitch-black flames, and whipped it towards Daouria.

Bang bang!

Quillar and Ademisor, who were far away, snapped their fingers one and the other pulled out their revolver and fired decisively, constantly changing positions.

There was a clanging sound, and holes appeared in Daouria's clothes, revealing a deep dark skin covered with mysterious patterns, hard and extremely elastic.

"It hurts." The red light in Daouri's eyes brightened, and then he whispered a demonic word:

"Fall."

Cuellar's body was quickly covered in a layer of darkness, and then his entire figure turned into a mirror, shattering.

It's a created illusion.

His body suddenly appeared behind Daour, snapped his fingers, and the air bullet went straight to the back of Daour's head, and Ademisor also aimed at the back of Daour's head and shot repeatedly.

Dauria tried to dodge, but Hawks' paper whip struck again, restricting his movements.

The pale blue flame cage suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand, and the bullets fired by Admisor deflected in unison as if they were being invisibly pulled, and froze in the small pale blue cage, but Quillal's air bullet suddenly disappeared into the air.

Another hallucination! The real air bullet suddenly reappeared, hitting Daouria in the back of the head with precision, staggering him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hawkes shook the paper whip, quickly hardened, turned into a sharp paper sword, and stabbed Daouria in the arm.

Yes! Daouria let out a roar of pain, and magma-like blood dripped from his arms and the back of his head, melting the floor.

"Death."

"Death!"

Although after a series of battles, there was not much left of Daou's spirituality.

But under the stimulus of injury, and also in order to break the game quickly, he continued to use foul language.

Both Cular and Hawks had painful expressions on their faces, and then their bodies turned gray and black, losing their thickness and turning into shredded paper.

A beam of crimson flame rose in front of Dauria and behind him, and Quilar and Hawkes quickly stepped out of it.

Snapping their fingers rang out one after another, and the two of them made one air catapult after another and shot at Daouri.