In the midst of a raging tornado, Viscount Stafford was like a helpless leaf that had been blown off, ready to be torn to shreds at any moment.

In this state, he couldn't react at all, let alone speak, and could only rely on the strong body of the "Punishment Knight" to support him, hoping that he would not lose an arm or a head in the terrifying hurricane.

He had thought that the hunt had been a success, and that he was about to catch Triss, and he was so sure that the other party had no helpers, so his focus was on Sheman, but he suddenly became the prey again, and fell into a trap with no warning at all.

Seeing that the tornado was beginning to weaken, and that he had only suffered some damage from the impact, and had not suffered fatal wounds, Viscount Stafford hurriedly tried to control his body and prepare for the next possible battle.

At this moment, his head suddenly stabbed, as if he had been thrust into it with a sharp dagger, and stirred it a few times.

It was a feeling that Viscount Stafford was both familiar and unfamiliar to, for he had never experienced it directly, but had "tried" on many of his targets, observing their reactions.

It was an extraordinary ability that he had ever used the most

"Psychic piercing"!

Bang!

Viscount Stafford was slammed to the ground after being attacked and unable to adjust his physical condition, and the copper-green cross fell several meters away with a thud.

Kicking and kicking, Hugh took the "cold blade" and strode forward, running towards the Viscount Sterford who was struggling in a daze and wanted to stand up.

Before Hugh rushed out, Forth had expertly flipped through "Lemanor's Travel Notes" and spread it out to a page with a texture like parchment.

As she slid her fingers, the shadow that had reappeared around Viscount Stafford came to life, condensing into black chains, coiling around and around the target, binding them there.

As soon as he was relieved, the Viscount of Stafford had not had time to choose a target for punishment and forbid a certain degree of things, and once again lost his freedom, and even tied a shadow chain to the position of his mouth.

"Shackles of the Abyss"!

Originating from the "Shackles of the Abyss" from the Sequencers of the Bloodline or "Moon" pathways!

After using it once, Foirth liked this extraordinary ability very much, and felt that it was very useful, so he spent gold pounds and asked Mr. "Moon", who had become a viscount, to make a corresponding record.

Bang!

At this moment, Viscount Stafford suddenly burst out with a power that surpassed the previous one, shattering the shadow chains inch by inch.

He chose the "restraint" around him as the target of punishment!

But by this time, Hugh had rushed to him like the head of a high-speed steam locomotive, and brushed the ground and handed out the transparent three-edged thorn.

With a poof, the "cold blade" stabbed into the target's lower abdomen.

Viscount Stredford's body stiffened again, his eyes glazed over, and he seemed to be an ice sculpture.

Hugh let go of his hand and allowed the "cold blade" to be inserted into the stomach of the chief of the palace guard, as if he wanted the "resentful spirits" that might exist on the weapon to continue to "possess" the target and forcibly control it.

Then she flicked her arm, clenched her fist, and slammed it under Viscount Stford's ear.

Under the double blow, Viscount Stafford fainted without snorting, and his body stiffened and fell again.

After completing this blow, Hugh left his back to Furth, and ran directly past Viscount Stafford who was swaying with the "cold blade" on his stomach, and ran towards Sherman, who was still sitting on the wooden box.

Foirth flipped through "Lymanor's Travel Notes" again, adding a layer of restraint to Viscount Stafford with another extraordinary ability, before stepping out of the row of wooden boxes where he was hiding and approaching the ancient bronze cross.

The sight she saw just now made her suspect that this was a demigod-level item, according to the official extraordinary, a "1" level seal.

And the process of carrying and using it by Viscount Stafford made her believe that the negative effects of this cross were not so direct and that she could try to pick them up.

Of course, as a former "astrologer", Foirth took out the pure crystal ball as he walked and did a quick divination.

"No problem...... Firth quickened his pace as he glanced at the results.

By this time, Hugh had rushed in front of Sherman, and looked at the friend who had become quite beautiful, and he couldn't open his mouth for a while.

In her eyes, Sherman's state was very wrong.

The witch's hair all floated up, and each one became thick, like a thin snake.

At the top of the "thin snake", some have eyes, and some have cracked mouths, which looks extremely strange and terrifying.

On Sherman's face, a mysterious pattern like black oil paint revealed from the texture of his skin, quickly spreading to all sides and to his body.

Her slightly hollow eyes quickly reflected Hugh's appearance, and gradually regained some of her spirit, a little more confused and painful.

She then opened her mouth and spoke in a choppy

"Hugh...... I'm so miserable......"

Hugh's vision blurred for a moment.

Although she has a lot of detailed knowledge of the mysterious world to be accumulated, after all, the Tarot will discuss too high-end, and the intelligence given by MI9 is biased towards the secret organization, but she still knows a lot about the loss of control - in the circle of the wild extraordinary, this is a thing that cannot be bypassed.

So, Hugh knew that Sherman was starting to get out of control, irreversible, and only getting deeper.

Sherman seemed to be aware of his state, took a breath, showed a poignant smile, and said with difficulty

"Kill me...... I did...... A lot of repentance...... I've also been ...... Wanted ......"

Hugh's tears fell one by one, and without hesitation, he pulled out his spare weapon with his backhand - a most ordinary revolver.

She then pressed the revolver against Sherman's forehead.

Sherman smiled, a glamorous glint in his eyes reappeared

"Call me, call me Sheman......"

"Sherman. Hugh's face wrinkled uncontrollably, and his eyes were misty.

Bang! Bang!

She pulled the trigger in succession, firing the bullets inside.

Flowers bloom immediately, red and beautiful.

Furth looked at this scene, and his lips pursed unconsciously.

After two seconds, she let out a long sigh, bent down, and reached for the copper-green cross.

As soon as her fingers touched the object, it was like touching a flame, hot and hot, burning her soul.

Instinctively, Furth retracted his hand, startled and suspicious.

She remembered that Viscount Stafford hadn't behaved like that before!

In a flash of thought, Forthth glanced at Viscount Stafford and reached out to kick the patina cross into that position, towards Hugh nearby

"You give it a try.

"Also, we have to leave immediately, the movement just now will definitely attract the official extraordinary! Also, the 'message' doesn't know what to do!"

Hugh had red eyes, did not speak, and directly bent down and picked up the copper-green cross, and did not show any discomfort in the whole process.

Belch...... Furth didn't ask anything, but walked to the stiff Viscount of Stafford and glanced warily left and right.

Hugh put away the patina cross, picked up Sherman's body, and took two steps back to Viscount Stafford in two steps.

"That item is precious, and his position is very important, and we will definitely be the target of the royal family's pursuit, and we will have to ......interfere with it," Furth said as if he were talking to himself, as if he were thinking about it, as if he were thinking about it.

She quickly made up her mind, raised her hands, lowered her head, and reverently recited the honorific name of Mr. Fool.

- She didn't think that giving up the patina cross with Hugh would make her less important and would keep the royal family from hunting down, so she didn't hesitate and directly asked for the help of Mr. "Fool".

For her, even sacrificing that object to Mr. Fool was better than staying there.

Almost at the same time, she saw a holy angel carrying twelve pairs of flame wings on his back.

The angel emerged from an illusory shadow and descended from the sky, enveloping her and Hugh in layers with flaming wings.

When such a scene died away, Firth was about to say something, when his body suddenly trembled, and he sensed a terrifying and evil feeling flowing from the void.

Her eyes lit up, and without hesitation, she crouched down, reached out and grabbed Hugh and Viscount Stafford by the calves, respectively.

At the same time, the last dark cyan stone with burn marks on the bracelet on her wrist glowed with a light blue and illusory light.

In an instant, the figures of Firth and Hugh, Viscount Steford, and Sherman became transparent and disappeared in place.

After two or three breaths, they left the docklands and appeared on the outskirts of St. George's district.

In the process, Foirth also used his extraordinary ability as a "recorder" to successfully "copy" a "trip".

After examining his surroundings and making sure that it was secluded and uninhabited and belonged to the mountains and forests, Forth let go of his hand that was holding Hugh and Viscount Stafford on the calves and straightened up.

"With the blessing of Mr. Fool' Angel, there should be no danger, and the 'message' will definitely not be able to lock us again. Furth breathed a sigh of relief and said with a little trepidation, "At least one of the last to come is a Sage, but fortunately we escaped quickly......"

Hugh gently placed Sheman's corpse and said thoughtfully

"If the 'message' is Sherman's monitor, then she probably has already investigated where we live and can't go back there. ”

"Well, change places. Furth said skillfully, then turned his gaze to the unconscious and stiff Viscount Stafford "Now you can ask, hurry up." ”

As she spoke, she handed Hugh "Lemanno's travel notes" and admonished her

"There's 'mind reading' on it, which is used with candlelight, and also, starting with simple and unimportant questions, to reduce the level of resistance. ”

Hugh Gang took the magic book with a serious expression, and his wrist suddenly shook, and he could no longer hold "Lemanor's Travel Notes".

Smack, patina

Hugh said with a frown

"It's like a flame ......"

Furth had a similar experience just now, and after a moment's thought, he said

"Try throwing that cross away. ”

Hugh followed her advice and managed to pick up "Lemanno's Travel Notes".

"It rejects other magical items...... "Firth saw this scene and nodded slightly.

Hugh didn't dwell on the question, and quickly prepared a lit candle.

Then, she drew the "cold blade", so that Viscount Stafford was no longer stiff and sluggish, as if possessed by a wraith.

When the chief of the palace guard slowly woke up, she activated the corresponding page of "Notes".

Viscount Stafford suddenly became confused, and only the dim candle flame remained in his eyes.

"Why did Sherman approach you?" Hugh said with the question he had just thought of.

Viscount Stafford replied blankly

"She wanted to find out who I was loyal to. ”

Hugh was stunned for a moment, and asked instinctively

"Who are you really loyal to?"

Viscount Stafford said slowly

"His Majesty, of course. ”

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