Braim's eyes widened, a look of fear in his eyes.

It wasn't that he didn't understand what was happening in front of him.

After all, Bream's popularity with Star Antimony in the Ancient Kingdom of Rest is very good, and he has many friends with high status...... While the abilities of the Papal Guard are secret to most people, he happens to be in that minority.

The next moment, his body suddenly exploded. The whole person turned into countless screaming and flying bats, dodging several arcs of light that flew at a speed.

And where he had just disappeared, a gray cocoon bulged out of the void, and countless threads erupted in all directions, trying to control the papal guards whose cloaks had turned blood-red.

The gray lines that erupted in all directions easily pierced the walls of the house, and for a moment dust was everywhere.

- But this kind of damage and control is completely useless to the papal guard.

An illusory shield of light appeared on their bodies, and they blocked all the oncoming attacks—it was the protection of the Holy Maiden from pure white.

After a single blow, the gray cocoon suddenly began to swell, exuding a dangerous aura.

At this moment, Ivas suddenly made a move.

With a swing of his scepter, the flames coalesced into a golden-red butterfly and flew towards the table where the old troll was sitting cross-legged.

The pure white gaze subconsciously followed, just in time to see the embarrassed Brem holding the glass of wine on the table, raising his head and drinking it all.

- Only then did she realize that there was a person squatting there!

Bramm's stealth ability itself is not that strong, otherwise it would not have been immediately discovered. But the gray cocoon, which was constantly exploding and alienating, subconsciously attracted the attention of others.

Whether it's a bat or a gray cocoon, it's just a trick...... One of those bats was him, and he had already run to the table when attention was drawn to the gray cocoon that appeared after the bats had dispersed.

It's not a supernatural skill per se, it's a stealth through psychological skills!

In fact, even Ivus didn't notice it in the first place.

The first to notice something was actually Lily, who grabbed Ivus's wrist as soon as Bloom disappeared and motioned for him to look to the side.

It was also thanks to her quiet reminder of Ivus that he was able to notice that there was someone over there.

Under Eivus's gaze, the Flame Butterfly had flown past the silent old troll sitting on the ground, and was flying towards Bram and growing brighter.

By this time, Bream had already drunk the wine in his glass.

His pupils had turned a dark red, and a dark red colloid had condensed on his skin.

It's only been a little more than a second since Ivus made a move.

The flame butterfly suddenly erupted at this moment—

A vortex of fiery flames like a tornado swelled out of the cracked flame butterflies, straining Brem to death!

At this point, Eivas didn't care about the fire damage that would hurt the sacred tree - he had to stop Bram first.

The roaring and expanding flames instantly attracted the attention of the others.

But in the next moment, an abnormal sense of expansion suddenly appeared in the midst of the flame storm.

A huge arm with red skin poked out of it and tore the flames apart!

The man's body swelled rapidly, his eyes were red, and he let out a roar like a beast.

His body surpassed all the elves in the blink of an eye, even reaching the ceiling. He was more than eight meters tall, and his skin was dripping with bright red blood like a liquid flame. They leapt like flames, burning a hole through the time-slowing realm around them, making it impossible for them to influence their fury.

He let out an angry, hysterical roar, and large runes suddenly floated on his skin.

Illusory red shackles immediately appeared on his limbs, warm as jade.

But immediately after, they spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes.

The overwhelming momentum came to the face. The terrifying terrifying power made him just wave his fist casually, and the whole building began to collapse. He easily lifted the burning roof, sending it flying into the distance like a meteorite.

At that moment, pure white hesitated.

She looked at the crimson giant in astonishment, as if she had thought of something.

The younger papal guards did not react at all.

They immediately lined up and let out a sharp bang:

"-Damn, it's the Giant's Relic!"

"Your Excellency, please step back!"

"Protect civilians! Protect Her Highness! ”

"You protect the archbishop, I'll take the top!"

In just an instant, the four guards split into two groups. One group continued to grapple with the giants, while the other immediately retreated and protected Ivas and Pure White.

For a split second, Ivus's eyes widened.

He knows this guy!

- This is a difficult boss in the late version 2.0, "Wildfire Giant Utgaloch"!

However, it seems to be a little shorter than the real "Wildfire Giant Utgaloch...... Compared to the world-destroying demon god's momentum, it is much weaker.

But why......

Isn't "Mr. Wine" Bram Stoker?

The moment he entered the house, Ivas could see it clearly. It was indeed the appearance of a human youth, and his age characteristics matched that of Blaim, whom Sherlock had said earlier.

"It's the wine!"

Ivas immediately thought of the cup of blood wine he had just drunk.

When he was attacked, he had obviously distracted the others through deceitful tricks.

But his first instinct was not to run away, but to come and drink the wine......

Braim had just drunk the glass of wine when he immediately became a giant; He had just turned into a bat for a moment, and this was obviously the ability of the Son of the Moon; He also uses gray spider silk, which is the power to adapt to the path...... Add to that his own identity as a writer and his background as a lawyer...... It's already a long way off!

“…… It is the power of 'stealing' to adapt to the path. ”

And at this time, pure white finally distinguished: "Don't be nervous, he's not a real giant." ”

As he spoke, Pure White stretched out his right hand to the giantized Bream.

The next moment, an old, tattered wooden door suddenly appeared in front of her.

As the wooden door creaked open, a cold white wind whistled out and filled the room in an instant.

With the roar of an angry dragon coming from afar, the extremely cold wind pouring out of the door covered the entire house with a layer of frost. The flames that burned on the ground, which had just been set on fire by Ehuas, were extinguished.

The giant maintained a clenched fist and slammed into the papal guard, but it became slower and slower with a visible speed. What was supposed to be a momentary action was extended to half a second, which allowed his attack to be easily dodged.

An arc of light slashed through the air, and the giant's right arm was cut off!

The clenched fist flew into the sky like a pillar, shattering into countless tiny gray bugs in the air. His second punch became slower and slower, and eventually the entire giant was frozen in place.

The next moment, the giant's body shattered. Countless flying gray winged insects flew in all directions, disappearing into the air.

- All this is just a "lie".

Bream, who had turned back into a human body, stumbled forward a few steps in embarrassment, and was bound by more than a dozen threads of light, and hung in the air.

"Damn, if only it was a little later......"

His eyes were full of unwillingness: "I'm not ready, how can I-"

"—be honest!"

The enraged Pope's guard punched him in the face. Bram swayed for a moment, swinging wildly in the air like a doll pulled by a rope.

Sherlock on the side reacted: "It's that wine!"

"If he was ready, he wouldn't have left the wine unattended. That only means that his ritual is not yet complete—"

"Your Highness, is he the one who set the trap?"

Another pope's guard turned around and asked with some vigilance, "Watch out for his accomplices!" ”

Hearing this, Bram was stunned for a moment.

He suddenly looked at the old troll, who had been sitting quietly in the corner.

Even after he had just turned into a giant, the guy sat motionless, slowly eating fried chicken.

The old troll slowly lifted his eyelids and glanced at Brem.

He was neither surprised nor delighted, as if he had expected it.

Just slowly raise your head and straighten your back a little.

"Poof."

The old troll spat out two severed chicken leg bones. The broken bone, mixed with foul-smelling saliva, flew into Blaim's face as he hung in the void.

"It's me, I turn myself in."

Then, in a very standard elven language, the old troll said, "It's my cursed Zumadi." ”

(End of chapter)