In the barren fields of the suburbs, the old butler Finkel was running away.

He had lost his hat, his meticulously combed gray hair hung down in a mess, and his clothes were covered in mud.

Whew, whew...... He paused slightly, gasped and looked behind him, relieved to find that there was no one there.

But when he turned his head and was about to change direction, he found that there was a figure in front of him at some point.

The figure was dressed in a hooded classical robe, its black eyes hidden in the shadows, and its face was dull and expressionless.

Finkel's pupils narrowed, and he immediately opened his mouth and tried to pronounce an Old Hermetian word, but was stunned to notice that his nose was disappearing and his voice was gone.

There was a little more despair in his expression, and then the whole person was like a stain in the void, wiped clean with a rag, and there was no trace of it.

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

Aa

In the face of Mr. A's impending deadly attack, Crane is sick, has a headache and brain fever, and has difficulty controlling the flames and jumping.

At this time, he couldn't even make air bombs.

The fear of the unknown took over his mind, and the premonition of danger from the "Joker" made him "see" that he was torn apart, disintegrating into the tiniest particles of light, and perhaps no longer had a chance to be resurrected.

In an instant, Klein reached into his coat pocket and grasped an object.

This is the most dangerous situation he has considered in advance!

No matter how hasty it is, the "magician" is also prepared to a certain extent, and will not panic in battle.

Crane took out the Azic Bronze Whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew hard at the sound of sneezing and coughing!

Without any movement, he saw through his psionic vision a fountain of white bones gushing out, quickly outlining a huge messenger with pitch-black flames burning in his eye sockets.

At this time, the book in front of Mr. A also stopped turning, and the sound from a long distance stopped abruptly.

A burst of green brilliance poured out, and the nearly four-meter-tall white bone messenger cracked open at once, splitting into countless pure points of light.

Behind it, the force that had allowed Klein to spin in place was the first to collapse, and the figure in the black double-breasted gown was immediately enveloped, turning into a statue made of yellow sand, and was blown away by the wind.

But what had dispersed were white spots, like confetti torn to the extreme.

Crane's figure appeared on the other side, half-kneeling, coughing uncontrollably.

If it weren't for the White Bone Messenger blocking it first, he wouldn't have had time to suppress the disease for a short time and use the paper man stand-in!

And after such a toss, his illness became more serious, and he almost lost the ability to resist.

At this moment, Mr. A, who failed to succeed in the fatal blow, suddenly coughed as well, coughing even more violently than Klein.

He fell prostrate in pain, blood foaming from the corners of his mouth.

Ahem, ahem!

He coughed up a pile of shattered entrails and wriggling flesh, then struggled to open his mouth and try to lick them into his mouth and force them back.

What's going on? Klein was a little confused.

But this did not prevent him from holding back his cough, raising his right hand and aiming his revolver at Mr. A's head.

At this moment, he vaguely realized that Mr. A's physical injuries could be maintained by flesh and blood magic, but the impact and backlash on his spirit and spirituality could not be compensated for in this way.

Mr. A was supposed to switch to another extraordinary ability to slowly heal the wounds of the spirit, but he was driven by hatred, forcibly suppressed, and chased after him, so after continuously consuming and using extraordinary abilities that exceeded his own load, the situation deteriorated and exploded.

Bang! Bang!

Klein fired all the bullets in the revolver, and the brass, pale gold, silver, and other streamers quickly crossed the not long distance between the two.

Unfortunately, he couldn't restrain his sneezing and coughing during the process, and the bullets missed all of them, and only two shots hit Mr. A's body, one into his forehead and one into his torso.

Multiply!

The burning sound came out, but Mr. A's head seemed to have no bones, just a combination of rotten flesh, so that the pale golden bullet was deep in it, and it quickly stopped, failing to inflict fatal damage, and only bloomed like a golden glow of sunshine.

Mr. A lifted his neck, and the flesh in his torn head was squirming wildly.

He didn't die, he didn't even suffer a heavy blow.

He used to be the "Bishop of the Rose" with tenacious vitality!

Seeing this scene, Klein immediately made a decision, turned his head and ran, no longer trying to attack, while Mr. A gasped, lowered his head again, and licked the minced meat and internal organs he coughed up.

Sneezing and coughing staggered, and Crane staggered, sometimes rolling.

Finally, he fled to the very edge, which was more than fifty meters long.

Beneath the cliffs, the slightly murky Tasok River rushes endlessly, wide but calm.

Klein didn't hesitate, his feet were his feet, and he jumped out.

He fell rapidly, feeling the intense weightlessness of free fall.

His body tore through the air, trying to adjust his position in mid-air, becoming the standard for diving.

Ahem!

The illness caused his body to roll over for three and a half weeks and stopped, and the opening of his body and the adjustment of his palms were not in place.

With a snap, he fell to the surface of the water and fell into a thin sheet of white paper.

The paper figure quickly wet, half-sinking and half-floating.

Not far from the bottom of the water, Crane's figure was outlined, trembling.

His clothes were soaked, as were the remaining papers and bills in his wallet.

After staying away from Mr. A, the illness was relieved...... Crane thought with a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the coughing and sneezing that had subsided a lot at the last moment, he wouldn't even have time to use the paper figure stand-in method, he would have fallen and bleeding from his internal organs and died directly, of course, if that was the cause of death, he felt that he could be resurrected.

Pedaling between the waters, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth, allowing it to stick out of the water and bring fresh air to himself.

This is the "Underwater Breathing" performance of the "magician"!

Klein inhales with his mouth and exhales through his nose to prevent the turbid gas from contaminating the pipes and entering the water directly.

At the same time, he quietly swam towards the shore, hoping to avoid Mr. A's follow-up in this way.

Unfortunately, this is not a city, and the Faceling's abilities cannot be effectively utilized, otherwise Mr. A will definitely never find me again...... As he swam, Crane instinctively flashed through the thought.

This thought made him think of a question, that is, Mr. A had used the extraordinary ability to control the wind before.

Generally speaking, this belongs to the "Lord of the Storm" path...... In addition to wind, this route is characterized by water and is especially good at underwater activities...... The underwater activity ...... "Shepherd" is too comprehensive and terrifying! Crane's heart almost stopped beating as the thought flickered.

He swam up violently and no longer disguised!

As soon as he surfaced and approached the shore, he saw Mr. A's eeriely beautiful face, covered with fish scales and cracked gill openings.

The corners of Mr. A's mouth were hooked when the bright red robe floated on the water, and there was hatred in his eyes that seemed to be substantial.

Fight! Only fight! Fight until the reinforcements for the church arrive, or Mr. Azik is out of trouble! Klein, who was in remission, raised his right hand without hesitation, ready to snap his fingers.

At this moment, the two of them looked into the air at the same time, almost instinctively.

There is a quickly sketched figure with a feminine sense of femininity.

The figure wore a hood and a dark robe, and stared blankly at Mr. A.

Then, Klein saw that Mr. A seemed to have turned into a pencil drawing, which was quickly erased by the eraser, and there was no resistance to it, leaving only a look of despair hidden in the confusion and despair engraved in the minds of the only audience at the scene.

This...... What kind of personality is this!What kind of strength! As soon as Klein's mind moved, he noticed that the figure turned his head sideways and looked at him.

It was a beautiful face, but there was no expression, and the black eyes were dark and deep, but lacking in spirituality.

Just as Klein's heart was beating wildly, thinking that he would disappear silently, and he didn't know if he would have a chance to resurrect, the corners of the woman's mouth slowly tugged, hooked upward, and showed a smile.

Crane was stunned, suspecting that he was dreaming.

Before he could come back to his senses, the figure instantly faded and disappeared in place, the sound of rushing water echoing silently around him.

Confused and confused, he swam to the shore, climbed up, looked around, and found that it was unusually remote, with no roads or living people, only a slightly murky river that flowed forever.

That's the end of it? Mr. A just died? Who was that lady just now, so strong that Mr. A didn't even have time to scream...... She smiled at me...... smiled...... Maybe it's Him? But apart from the Pope's level, how can there be angels walking on the earth in the three major churches, and the Pope's level is obviously not in Beckland...... Klein couldn't believe that he was out of danger.

After sinking his mind, he finally found some realism:

"It should be a strong person sent by the church, she arrived in time and successfully rescued me.

"If I hadn't informed Miss 'Justice' in advance, they might not have had time to act, then I would probably have died at the hands of Mr. A today, and I don't know if I can be resurrected......

"Well, there's also the factor that I've been insisting on and putting off the fight until now.

"Not bad......

Crane breathed a sigh of relief, coughed twice, and began to look for a way out.

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

"Banishment!"

The man in the gold mask pointed at Azik Eggers and threw his figure into the void, where it fell.

Instantly, he turned to face Ince Zangwill, who was frowning at him.

"There's no time, we can't get rid of him so quickly!We must hide here as soon as possible, we can only banish! Do you want our secrets to be discovered by the Church?" the man in the golden mask said in an exasperated voice.

Ince Zangwille put away his doubts, nodded, turned to the side of "0-08", which had stopped writing, and grabbed it.

His figure staggered, his feet stacked with pants that had been nearly torn in battle.

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

In the Red Rose Manor, Prince Edsak sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes unusually empty.

"Your Royal Highness, please as soon as possible. A voice sounded beside him.

Edsak's eyes came alive, and he took a breath, picked up the revolver on the table, and pressed it against his temple, where there was a bullet that could destroy a spirit.

He looked back wistfully at the golf course and the horses strolling outside.

Bang!

He pulled the trigger.

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