Suddenly, the crystal ball in Afra's hand glowed with misty light.

Some light voices came out of his throat, "Doom!"

Charles's form paused for a moment, his body extremely unbalanced.

The huge stasis and extraordinary obscurity make the figure a little stucky and unnatural.

In an instant, Afra struck the trigger and fired the last two pieces of silver light.

The water shield was about to be formed, but it was scattered, and the layers of water film and scales complemented each other to form a second line of defense.

The body quickly fluidized, and in just a moment, it was able to do a good job of three layers of defense.

The silver light shattered the water shield, lifted off the scales, and rushed into the fluid.

The bullet did not penetrate the body, but exploded in the body.

The aura contained in it exploded instantly, causing the transcendent operation to freeze for a moment again.

Seeing that the series of attacks worked, Afra opened one hand and clenched it suddenly, "Spiritual curse!"

The incomparably viscous and boiling chill was cathartic, and the spirit dragged up layers of light spots.

Neither of them made a range attack on ordinary people, after all, the transcendent is extraordinary, and Caesar is Caesar!

Strange powers explode in the mind, body instincts bring fainting and madness, and the strange influence from the soul affects the mind, and the vision blackens.

An ethereal blue-black flame ignited out of thin air, a "soul bonfire", and the soul served as a fierce fuel, and the raging fire judged all souls.

The flames roared through the viscous medium, and the mind was dizzy, and the will suddenly cleared.

Black chains stretch out in the void, weaving into a dark web.

Afra covered her head with one hand to stop the spread of the backlash, and her pupils contracted suddenly.

The Spirit Lock is the sign of the pinnacle of the Tier 4 class.

She couldn't help but hesitate, and quickly took out a palm-sized blood-colored box from her body.

The mediocre box caused a chill through the Charles, and by now that dozens of seconds had passed since their battle.

Afra opened the mouth of the box, as if an invisible barrier opened. The black spear from the Netherworld condensed in Charles's hand and threw it at the mouth of the box.

The head of the gun directly shattered, and the body of the gun turned into light particles and collapsed.

Charles's face changed again and again, and the black spear was worn out, worn out!

Throwing it again, the black spear disintegrated again, and the cold power instantly weaved into a net to envelop the entire space.

Infects a block, and as the scope shrinks, the superposition and transformation of the space gradually increases.

Suddenly, the real Charles was erased in an instant like a sketch being erased!

............

Blood! Endless blood! There is no red and rust, which is the opposite of the Red Giant's path.

The strange space, where Charles stood on the blood-soaked ground, was now in the Great Hall, in a house that did not resemble human habitation.

The extremely strange house seemed to be separated from reality, and a bloody man with a dull face flashed in front of him, and Afra was quickly outlined next to him, and his pale blue pupils looked directly at Charr.

The hand is pulled up and down to the left and right, as if manipulating a puppet, and the blood-red moonlight is swooping infected!

It was a force that could not be looked at, the blood-red and bevelous moon was blooming, and the high-level erosion of the high load brought endless madness.

Faced with strangers and pure will, Charles quickly shakes off his cracks and sluggishness.

......

"How is that possible? Didn't March take control of the moon earlier, why is there a blood moon?"

The endless blood color became more and more angry, the sense of oppression was layered on top of each other, and the blood color was even more boiling!

The charr blossomed out of his path, and terrifying black lightning emerged, toppling furniture.

Black oil and blood are infected together, reconstructing and wandering layer by layer, entangled and confrontational!

The terrifying aura of death descended, the black mist dispersed, and Charles entered the form of a death raven, its majestic wings spread out to form a howling storm that turned into a terrifying blade.

Suddenly, the charr was once again compressed to the size of a human!

How can it be?

"Deprivation!" was still a cold voice.

The hollow bloody man opened his hands to him, pieces of flesh and blood wriggling, some dented out of the human face, and some of the flesh tentacles pouring in from all directions, they were densely packed and endlessly formed into order blocks.

Charles's pupils reflected the bloody man, and once again summoned obscure power, exhausted all means, and still could not bloom the path.

In his heart, he quickly meditated, "The weaver of the fate of all beings, the key to the fate of all beings, and the river of fate of the past life." ”

"In the vast sea of stars, the balance of fate is ,......。 ”

The corresponding spirits were quickly arranged, and the surrounding environment quickly superimposed and changed.

Bands of light appeared in Charles' eyes, and their pupils outlined Afra's bewildered eyes.

............

The room of flesh glowed with gray flickers, and Charles vanished.

The river of fate of the past life rippled from the beginning, and the corners of his mouth on the throne hooked into a smile.

Afra clenched the crystal ball for a moment, holding down the bloody man with one hand, and the two of them overlapped quickly.

Flesh and blood stand still, and space returns to silence.

In the small dock area of the middle class, the burial ground, the Shire's figure is rapidly outlined, from a sketch-like silhouette to a real person!

Afra quickly flashed ahead of him, following him.

A middle-aged man who was laying flowers at the tomb raised his empty eyes, raised the revolver in his hand, and the silver light shot out!

It was still a light voice, "Doom!"

This is the second step of the Charles, who controls a mortal who is somewhat inferior due to the spirit that has infiltrated the bullet.

Strange luck and coincidence affected that moment!

Unstable mind control makes the bullets basically deflect!

Only two shots were fired in the normal area.

Afra's body has already faded!But Charles is not discouraged, forcing her into the flesh space is to prepare for the third step, she can't stay in the flesh space all the time, she needs to burn her spirit, how much will her spirit be left after the battle!

Middle-aged people mechanically reload revolvers, and early bullets were paper-shelled conical bullets, most of which had no cartridge shells and did not need a shell rod.

The Graveyard of the Dead is his home turf, and there's a third step here!

Hold your hands on the ground, feel, adjust, and adjust again.

Feeling the obscure fluctuations in the southwest corner of the burial area, a smile flashed at the corner of his mouth, and the figure disappeared suddenly!

Afra opened her eyes and saw the pale afterimage, and Charles grabbed the newly formed barrier with the Spirit Lock in her right hand!

A steady right hand grabbed her neck.

The spreading will resonates with the death order block, and the two disappear suddenly.

In the small burial area, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, looked at the revolver in his hand in confusion, and touched the hot barrel, arousing a layer of cold sweat.

Noticing the words on the left wheel, he opened a bouquet of flowers in confusion, and the golden gold coins came into view, laughing heartily.

......

Outside the city, the tomb of Will is large, and the figures of the two people next to the stone tomb are quickly outlined.

Charles grabbed Afra by the neck and slowly lifted her up, and Afra struggled in the air, her face a little bloodshot.

"I ask, you answer!" the spirit lock sealed the space, tossing the blood drawer aside, and the nails curled in a dead silence.

"Name?" "Afra".

The corners of his mouth moved slightly, "Charles Cotter, do you know?"

"Yes, I have divined for him and looked for his father's body. ”

Charles covered his forehead with his left hand, and his teammate said he would sell it.

Suddenly I thought of the body! My scalp was numb, and my pupils shrunk into small dots.

"How could it be? Why is there not a trace in his memory? ”

Recall the Dreadwalkers!

The clues almost spelled out the answers, and the Dreadwalker didn't recognize me, meaning he hadn't seen me, or he didn't care.

"Then it's even more impossible!"

In other words, the Dreadwalker only intersects with his father!

Charles takes off his mask, revealing Afra's familiar cheeks.

Angry cries rang out, "Charles, what are you doing! Scared me to death, when did you come to Will?"

"Didn't Buck say I was there for Will?"

Letting go of her hand, Afra fell to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing. "Nope. ”

Charles's heart is a little tight!

Afra jumped up angrily and kicked Charles, who dodged in embarrassment.

"Buck didn't tell the Black Hand about my arrival. ”

"What is he hiding?"

"What about my father's body?"