Looking at the collapsing warehouse floor, Tomatz let out a sneer as he lifted his somewhat crooked thick-rimmed glasses.

Estimating that the underground space had been filled with rubble, he didn't waste his precious spirit and returned directly through the "Flame Jump", and now there was no flame underground to use as a landing point.

He walked through the secret passage to the underground, which was told to him by the mysterious "Mr. C", and he did not expect to use it tonight, at the moment when "Mr. C" died.

This son of a bitch's "Aurora Society" divine envoy has finally died at the hands of the official extraordinary!

Thomats thought through gritted teeth, and descended the stairs to the entrance to the cellar.

The door was as open as before, and the interior was pitch black, and a few streaks of crimson moonlight entered through the windows high up in the warehouse, bringing a glimmer of light to the cellar where the skylight had been opened.

But it doesn't matter, I can see it......

Thomats' right hand with a gun pressed into his thick-rimmed glasses, into which a little bit of spirituality was poured in, and the lenses glowed faintly that only he could see, and the dim cellar brightened in his vision.

As members of the "Heart of the Machine", they will never be short of such useful items.

Except, of course, potions.

Looking through the glasses, the dark cellar can already be seen with large ceilings and jagged rubble. The wooden altar has completely collapsed, the cross fastened to the wall is slightly skewed, and the upside-down naked giant strikes a comical pose.

The statue......

Just by sweeping his gaze, Tomas felt a pain in the corner of his eye, and he quickly looked away, looking for Mr. C and the official extraordinaries on the ground.

Mr. C's black flesh had been mostly covered in fallen rubble, with only a small portion exposed, and the strange pieces of flesh were no longer burning and wriggling, like clumps of dusty flour.

Even if the creator he believes in comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to resurrect this piece of flesh and blood.

Thomas thought maliciously.

Although Mr. C provided him with the formula for potions, making him the coveted extraordinary, he also took advantage of him and forced him to do a lot of wrong things.

Hmph, it's wrong, not necessarily.

The left hand, inserted in his pocket, gripped his "lucky pocket watch" tightly, and Thomats's restless heart calmed down a little.

If he hadn't been instructed by Mr. C to steal the extraordinary properties of the "magician", how would he have a chance to obtain this magical item?

Rubbing his fingers over the pocket watch in his pocket, he slowly shy his way around the black flesh to the other side of the mountain of rubble.

The smell of blood reached Tomats's nostrils, causing him to sneeze.

Even if the three of them were crushed into meat sauce together with the official extraordinary person lying by the door, there wouldn't be such a strong bloody atmosphere, right?

He frowned, carefully searching the ruins for the source of his breath.

If this doesn't happen, use Fire Jump to get back to the ground and get out of here...... It's really not good, there are also "paper man stand-ins" and "damage transfer".

However, the expiration date of the "Lucky Pocket Watch" is almost up, give yourself three more minutes, and if you can't find the seal, you will leave immediately.

With his determination, Tomatz opened the way with his revolver and came to the door on the other side of the cellar.

Luckily, he soon spotted a man in a trench coat lying face down by the door. The man's left hand was stretched forward, and his sleeve was rudely torn open, and he seemed to be unconscious, motionless.

A large-caliber revolver with a pitch-black body was thrown next to him, and the disgusting smell of blood came from here.

"Is it a runaway seal......

Thomas had seen the power of the weapon, the skin on his neck was still aching, and Mr. C, who had been burned to minced meat, died at the muzzle of its guns.

As a Sequence8 of the Liberal Arts pathway, he is well aware that the more powerful the magical item, the more powerful the negative effects tend to be.

The owner of this weapon would rather drop it on the ground than continue to fight with it, presumably because he could no longer afford its negative effects.

He wasn't going to be stupid enough to pick up the revolver.

But why is there only one person on the ground? What about the other two, or the other two corpses?

Are they all crushed under rubble?

Thomas looked around, but found no one on the ground, except for the stones on the ground and the blood stains caused by Mr. C's sacrifice.

“……”

A faint murmur came from behind him, and the nervous Tomas felt a chill in his heart, and he was about to launch a "fire teleportation" to leave the place.

“…… Teleportation is prohibited! ”

"Bang-"

Orange flames flashed, and Thomats's figure remained in place, not moving, his neck, stiffened by surprise, just turning a small angle behind his back.

A cold female voice approached him with a sharp blade that pierced the air.

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As Angel expected, the cautious Thomas was ready to use his teleportation ability to flee the scene as soon as he sensed that something was wrong.

In order to seize this only opportunity, she had to use the hand of the "2-031" proclamation to issue a ban, imposing a "no teleportation" restriction on the underground space, and at the same time pulled out a dagger, jumped out of the shadows, and stabbed the opponent in the unsuspecting back.

This was the first time she had used the Assassin's abilities to hide in the shadows, and it worked well underground.

The dagger stabbed into Thomats's trench coat without hindrance, but the sensation of the hand made Angel's brow furrow, and it seemed that there was only a cloud of air left behind the trench coat, not heavy human tissue.

The trench coat quickly thinned, became smaller, and finally shrunk to the size of a palm, and the beautifully crafted paper figure hung from the tip of a dagger.

Paper man stand-in!

The "Hand of Declaration" can only issue one ban at a time, and after she bans the most threatening and difficult teleportation, the paper avatar becomes a headache for extraordinary abilities.

The blow was fruitless, but it didn't exceed Angel's expectations, and she didn't even use a charged blow.

This powerful ability will certainly not be able to be used many times in a row, either due to the limitation of spiritual consumption, or the need for valuable materials.

Throwing off the paper man on the dagger, Angel continued to rush forward, and not far from the paper man, sure enough, stood Tomats, who had turned around and raised his pistol.

After the teleportation is banned, even the paper man double can't keep him out of danger!

"Bang-"

A shot that Thomas hurriedly aimed at Angel's head was dodged by her tilting her head in advance according to the action of the trigger pulled by the opponent's fingertips, and she strode forward, narrowing the distance between the two in the blink of an eye, and swung out with a knife in her left hand.

Thomats, who had lost his ability to teleport, was like a rookie in battle, and after a shot that he hurriedly counterattacked was dodged, he staggered back, and blocked the fatal knife with his pistol in a thrilling way, and trampled on the stone in a panic, almost tripping, and even the revolver was knocked away by the dagger.

"Tsk-"

Due to the injury of his right hand, Angel could only attack with a dagger in his left hand, and his non-dominant hand was always half a beat slower, allowing the opponent to dodge a blow.

Instead of being discouraged, she kept closing the distance, and after Tomats lost his pistol, he could not pose a threat to her at all.

Angel stabbed several times in a row, and once again stabbed the other party into a paper man.

I see how many paper figurines you still have......

Her eyes quickly caught the figure of Tomats, who appeared not far away, and with a kick of both feet, his body changed the angle of the sprint, and the speed did not decrease in the slightest and rushed in a new direction.

"Wait... I...... Flash! ”

Thomas barely moved a few meters away through the paper man-in, this ability that is not "teleportation" is not limited by the ban, he just opened his mouth to try to negotiate, but found that the other party did not pay attention to it at all, so he could only grit his teeth and take out a charm, and before he could throw it, he recited the opening spell.

A cloud of light brighter than the sun erupted from his hands, illuminating the entire cellar as if it were day.

Angel felt a tingle in her eyes, and her vision, enhanced by the Assassin's potion, became a negative effect, and the bursting spell blinded her like a flashbang, leaving only a residual spot of multicolored light in her eye.

Gritting her teeth, she did not retreat, but advanced, and threw herself into Thomats's arms, stabbing with all her strength with the dagger she held in her left hand.

This time it's no longer the feeling of frustration that pierces the paper figure.

(End of chapter)