The floor is moving!

The floor, which had already shown cobweb-like cracks, suddenly shook, slowly tilting to one side with a terrifying cracking sound. Ivan was taken aback and hurriedly retreated.

Bang!

An entire ceiling slammed straight overhead, dust mixed with smoke. Ivan raised his hand to cover his face, and even the light curtain that he had struggled to maintain flickered with the tremors of the house. The red light in front of him suddenly dimmed.

Ivan hurriedly raised his eyes to look at Ballan, only to see Ballan standing motionless. His face was still the same, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, but the light of the cannon in his hand was extinguished.

Dust fell all over his short light gray hair, followed by tiny pebbles, but Ballan seemed to be completely unconscious. In fact, he is very old, and if he looks like this, he is no different from an old man, but why do his bloodshot eyes still show obsession and madness?

After a few short steps, the roof collapsed, and the floor gradually collapsed, and Ivan stared at the face that seemed to freeze in amazement, and for a moment, he couldn't spit out a word from his slightly open mouth.

Barran was still laughing.

That twisted smile, exactly, what does it mean?

The walls cracked, the fire in the storage room rushed out, and the floor under Ivan's feet sank. He immediately turned and ran into the aisle, leaning against the swaying wall, like a boat bobbing in a raging storm, filled with the angry screams of the building. Oh no! the house is really going to collapse, and if you don't want to be buried in the rubble, you have to leave immediately!

He looked back again.

The hallway behind you. It has been drowned in billowing smoke and dust.

Huge portraits fell from the cracked walls, shards of shiny broken glass were splattered all over the floor, and delicate sconces fell one after another. The toppled figure was gurgling on the ground, filled with gray smoke mixed with the smell of burning, and the sound of gurgling water could be heard from nowhere. With his head in one hand, Ivan ran straight down another staircase as if fleeing for his life, the wooden steps creaking.

In fact, he was running for his life until he ran out of the gate of the Luolian Pavilion. The cacophony still lingered behind him, and Ivan ran to the garden before he came to a slow stop.

Yes!

It turned out that the Luolian Pavilion had only collapsed in half, in the corridor where he was confronting Ballan. From the third floor to the first floor, it was a fiery red. The other half is just the window pane shattered, and the walls are still intact. A cool breeze blew, and the collapsed half of the house looked like a furnace about to burn out. Flashing ominously dark red. Black smoke poured into the night sky.

It's as if all of a sudden there's been a loss of realism.

It seems that it was only then that he remembered how to breathe. Ivan took a deep breath, his heart beating hard. Before I knew it, sweat soaked my clothes.

McCann Barran laughed in his head, like a nightmare.

Ballan, it seems, did not escape from the ruins.

......

At night, the Luolian Pavilion was dyed a gloomy dark red, and black smoke rose from the damp bushes in the garden.

Carlo looked at the once stunningly beautiful building from afar, like a toy castle made of building blocks. The collapse starts from the top floor on the right. On the towering clock tower on the left, the colorful glazed tiles have not yet been touched. The red light is reflected on the glazed tiles, reflecting a dreamy color.

Behind him, an unusual sound of wind sounded.

Instinctively, Carlo dodged, and a rock the size of a human head slammed to the ground, and the stone-thrower was clearly exerting all his strength. Carlo frowned, looking at the panting woman behind him in confusion.

Christina gritted her teeth and rushed forward, reaching out to grab the scepter in Carlo's hand, but Carlo easily avoided it, but did not fight back, but continued to look puzzled.

As a result of the previous electric shock, Christina's loose hair exploded, the ends of her hair were scorched, and the grace of the young duke was gone. Christina was more of a madman at this point, and she raised her leg and kicked at Carlo, who was dodged again.

"What are you doing?" said Carlo's voice, still unwavering.

Christina curled the corners of her mouth into an incomprehensible sneer, and then she threw her fist violently, aiming it at Carlo's chin in an unsightly position. Carlo took half a step back, and just then, Christina's other hand grabbed the end of the scepter.

Carlo calmly turned sideways and tugged at Christina's pounce, and Christina, who was unsteady on her feet, suddenly fell to the ground and her hand slipped. She couldn't use Carlo's magic magic weapon, and Christina's talent wasn't very strong, she was just good at controlling the magic of the wind attribute.

It turns out that Carlo deliberately showed his flaws. For a moment, Christina's face was almost desperately blank. Instead of getting up, she curled up her knees and sat down on the ground as if she had given up.

"Hey, I said. After a while, Christina smiled, and raised her chin with a haughty expression again.

"I know that you are a descendant of the Brandes Knight family of the Kingdom of Ora, and in the past, you used to spy on Rey Vincent Electrics in the royal palace of Oldland. ”

Carlo didn't react at all.

"Am I wrong? Don't you want to know what I'm talking about? Or do you not know what to do without instructions from your boss?"

"I advise you not to try to resist, Christina Matiel Villiers. Carlo replied solemnly.

"Ah, you're so boring!" Christina let out a hard sigh, "you said you weren't loyal to Balran, and in that case, what happened today would make it okay for you to be silent?"

Carlo was silent.

"Can't you say a word?" said Christina, annoyed.

"I can't agree with it. Carlo said.

As if deflated, Christina raised her hands and buried her face in the palms of them. It didn't take long for her to get to her feet and stride toward the smoky garden. Carlo quickly followed.

"You can't leave. Carlo raised her scepter and stopped in front of Christina.

"I'm going to get my servant out of this place, and since you're a knight, you don't want to involve innocent people, do you?"

"Not right now. "Carlo doesn't compromise. Christina suddenly put on a posture ready to get angry, and turned around angrily, but at the moment she turned around, she jerked her leg up and swept across.

But Carlo only moved one step before walking behind her. There was a sudden stabbing pain in her back, and Christina shuddered and fell to the ground again. The current on the scepter was even weaker than the last time, and it only gave Christina the strength to stand up for the time being.

"You are so disgusting!" cried Christina through gritted teeth, "I don't understand why you should show mercy to such people!"

Carlo was stunned for a moment.

Christina's latter sentence didn't seem to be addressed to him!

He turned slowly, and the figure rushing through the black smoke gradually became clear, and Carlo tensed his nerves.

"Can we talk?"

There was a clear light in the figure's hand, a magic that Christina could clearly perceive.

Carlo seemed to understand something. (To be continued......)