Megoos's shrill roar seemed to turn into substance, smashing into the heads of all the night watchers around them, making them dizzy and bleeding from their mouths and noses.

Not only these extraordinary people who gathered around, but also the citizens around them who were injured in the explosion, but still alive, their eyes bulged out in the roar of rage, their blood vessels burst one after another, and their limbs spasmed and fell to the ground, losing their lives.

This is somewhat similar to the roar of the mutant Rare Bieber that Angel had faced before, but it is more than a notch lower in intensity.

Angel felt her own spirituality surging through her body, and her eyes were stained with a blood-red color, and hot fluid flowed out of her ears and nose.

Fortunately, she had an almost uncontrollable experience when she was promoted, and immediately gathered her mind, entered meditation, and quickly adjusted her state.

Then she reopened her eyes and looked at the rest of her teammates.

Dunn Smith also had blood gushing from the corners of his eyes and ears, and his face turned pale, but his cheeks bulged, his teeth clenched, and he pressed the silver-white urn of St. Selena in his hand with his right hand, and opened the lid of the box.

In the urn is the darkness that absorbs all light, and there are grains of brilliant sand in it, as dreamy as the starry sky at night.

With him as the center, the sun around him faded, as if dark clouds covered the sky, and the whole park square entered a half-light and half-dark dusk, and countless filaments stretched out of the urn, they were cold, slippery, like spider silk, and they moved to Megaooss on their own, and in an instant they formed a translucent cocoon, enveloping her in it.

It's less like spider silk, more like the tentacles of some high-level creature.

Megoos was shrouded in black filaments, her flesh-stained hands trying to tear apart the obstacles around her, only to wrap the filaments of her own mind tighter.

The effeminate-looking woman seemed to be on the verge of being restrained, but the next second, her bloodshot eyes protruding from their sockets were staring at Dunn who was holding the urn, and her mouth was open to reveal her sharp teeth.

"Die!"

The word that came out of her throat slammed into Dunn with invisible force, sending him flying high into the air, landing on the blood-stained dirt several meters away, sliding some distance before stopping.

Dunn spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes closed, his hands shaking.

But he still clung to the urn tightly, pressed the lid tightly, and didn't let it fall to the ground, and didn't let the ashes of the saint inside, which were as bright as the starry sky, spill a bit.

The moment the lid closed and the filaments surrounding her stopped moving, Megaooss broke free from her restraints, took two steps forward, her mouth wide open, and was about to continue to utter "blasphemous words", cursing this human who did not know whether to live or die, and dared to harm the fetus in her womb.

"Poof—"

A point of ice-forged spear pierced out of Megoos's chest, with a trail of black blood, interrupting her unuttered blasphemous.

Behind her, Angel still had the chill left by the ice spear in her hand, and she condensed her spirit and was about to summon a second ice lance to continue attacking Megaoos, who exposed her back.

Before the ice spear could be condensed, the neck of Megaoos, who was tied to the previous one on his back, twisted 180 degrees strangely, and the blasphemous words came out of his bloody mouth again:

"You're going to die, too!"

With a buzz, Angel was hit in the head with a heavy punch, his eyes were black, his limbs were limp and weak, and he felt that his heartbeat began to slow down.

The blasphemous words uttered by Megaoos, who was pregnant with the heir of the evil god, had a hint of divinity in the womb, and the orders she uttered would become reality!

The magic mirror in Angel's arms, who was about to die in the curse, shattered with a "snap" and turned into fine powder, and her body also shattered piece by piece, quickly disappearing in the air.

Stunned as he looked at the enemy who had disappeared in front of him, there was a hint of confusion in Megoos's red eyes.

Then, as if sensing something, she twisted her neck behind her back and returned to her position, looking at Dunn, who had risen from the ground, holding St. Selena's urn in both hands, and at the other night watchmen standing beside him.

Angel's figure also emerged not far from Klein's side, and the "blasphemy words" just now still had a great impact on her, even if she used the "mirror double" to dodge the attack, she was still numb in her hands and feet, and the powerful curse still echoed in her head.

Immediately, Megoos's eyes were fixed on her again.

"Die ......"

She let out a sharp roar from her mouth again.

At this moment, the five fingers of Leonard's left hand snapped together and grabbed Megooss in the air.

His pale face turned purple-red, the blood vessels on it stood out like tiny reptiles, and the "vascular thief" on his left wrist also turned red.

The "blasphemous words" that Megooss was about to blurt out came to an abrupt end.

Her ability to curse all things was stolen by the seal.

Seizing the opportunity for a bewildered Megoos to stay where he was, Dunn reopened the lid of the urn, exposing the starry sky inside, his face paler, but his resolute eyes shot at his target like arrows.

As the lid opened, the surroundings became dark again, and cold silk threads reappeared, pouring towards Megoos from all directions.

Crane, who had been looking for an opportunity, squeezed the "Yang Flame Charm" in his left hand, his body was slightly sideways, and his mouth was open, about to recite the opening spell in the ancient Hermetian language.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and his body tilted to the right at an eerie angle.

In the next second, where he was originally located, a sharp short dagger emerged from the sky and slashed from top to bottom.

"Poof—"

The dagger slashed through his trench coat and shirt, through his flesh and joints, neatly severing his left hand, which he had not been able to avoid in time, from his elbow, and the golden charm was stained red with blood and fell to the ground.

The air trembled like ripples, and the figure of the "Witch of Pleasure" with long gray hair and graceful expression appeared from it, holding a dagger in her hand, blood dripping from the tip of the dagger.

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Mitis looked at her results with satisfaction, and the night watchman who had had his left hand cut off let out a muffled grunt in his throat, clutching the severed end of his elbow that was still spraying blood, and rolled in the other direction at a speed beyond normal human speed, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Spiritedly, she did not continue to pursue the "clown" who had dodged her hidden blow, but turned around and raised her dagger to block the dagger that the "witch" stabbed at great speed.

Amid the shrill sound of metal grinding, daggers clashing, sparks splashing, and Mitis admired the other's face, distorted by anger.

Yes, that's it!

First her little boyfriend, then the night watchman teammates, her captain, and finally, after enjoying the look of despair on the face of the slut who killed Randy, slaughtered her with her own hands!

The blood in her body boiled as if it was ignited, Mitis looked crazy, and waved her arms continuously, blocking the opponent's successive attacks, and was about to defend as an attack, when she found a few cold and slippery filaments extending towards her at the edge of her vision, and at the other end was Dunn holding the urn.

His calm gray eyes were looking this way.

Mitis's heart was pounding, she had already learned the effect of this sage relic from her "partner", and at this time, she didn't care about continuing to attack, mobilizing her spirit, and countless transparent and invisible spider silk appeared around her, stretching out towards the black filaments that surrounded her.

The transparent spider silk was attached to the filaments made of St. Selena's ashes, and it collapsed at the touch of a moment, but with the help of this momentary obstacle, Mitis had already nimbly bypassed them, leaving the place, away from the night watchman who made people feel palpitations.

She looked at the battlefield in the center of the park, and the young night watchman who had had his left hand cut off his left hand endured the pain and dizziness of blood loss, pulled another charm out of his pocket, pronounced the activation spell, and threw it at Megoos.

The handsome poet with thick veins wrapped around his wrists spat blasphemous words, trying to make the pregnant woman, who could no longer see her human form, kneel in place.

Holding the urn of St. Selena's urn, the captain of the Nightwatch, commanded the regrouped black filaments, wrapped in layers towards the kneeling Megoos.

What a group of people who can't help themselves......

Mitis laughed at the night watchmen who tried to fight against the Evil God's Heir.

She retracted her gaze and looked at Angel, the "witch" who was rushing towards her, condensed the frost spear in one hand, and slashed in front of her with the other, summoning several invisible spider silks to meet the other party.

There's another chapter in a minute

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