Chapter 642 Saint Noah

  The power of the sighing lady, coupled with the scroll increase of the old mage.

   Through Noah's beautiful singing...

  The vice president of the History and Ceremony Association, Shaquille, froze on the spot.

  He never expected that a group of mid-sequence "mortals" would actually plan to kill him. Even if someone told him about this before he came in person, he would just laugh it off.

   Because of this kind of thing, it is too ridiculous.

   However, at this moment, Shaquille felt a strong sense of unease.

  He clearly felt that he was hypnotized.

  Being hypnotized by a Sequence Five [Boneman] through the singing of the [Sea Demon] in the form of some kind of monster plus a scroll!

how did you do that?

  A mortal can break through the mythical resistance and let himself fall asleep?

  What is that scroll...

  Shaquille was puzzled.

   But He still wasn't too worried.

  Because even if you fall into a deep sleep, the other party does not have the means to hurt yourself. After all, the gap between a high-ranking person and a mortal is too big... Even if you stand still and let the other party do what you want, it is impossible to hurt yourself.

   And once you wake yourself up, it will be the other party's death!

   "Just some useless tricks..."

  Shaquille's eyes flashed coldly.

   Bang!

  Suddenly, His eyes lit up.

   Shaquille suddenly realized that he was standing on a stage.

  Bright lights fell from the sky and fell on the body. There were crowds of audiences under the stage, men, women, old and young, all dressed in decent dresses, looking forward with anticipation and smiling.

  A dozen meters away, a blond man in a fat funny clown costume was looking at him with his hips on his hips.

This guy…

   Wasn't it the priest of the Dawn Church who was swept in half by himself with the "magic laser" just now and died tragically on the spot?

  Why did it appear again? !

   "Huh, a dream?"

  Shaquille sneered, raised his hand and was about to use his ability to kill the opponent, but in the next second, he couldn't help lowering his head in a daze.

   At his own wrist, Qi Gen disappeared.

  Hand turned out to be...

Gone? !

   "Everyone, please welcome with warm applause, Mr. Shaquille, Vice President of the History and Ritual Association!"

   Alex shouted loudly.

   "Today's performance will be crowned by this saint, who will act as the partner of the great Alex!"

  Papapapa...

   Bursts of applause immediately sounded, echoing in the huge opera house.

Shaquille frowned slightly, and he glanced around the audience. These audiences were no different from ordinary people, some were whispering, talking about dinner and new pipe styles, some were distracted and looked away, some were applauding excitedly. Lu looks forward to it.

   This dream is very real.

   No matter how real the dream is, it is impossible to affect myself—

  Boom!

  Shaquille instantly felt a sharp pain from his cheek, and then his whole head buzzed, his vision trembled, turned upside down, and finally landed on the smooth and shiny floor of the stage.

   There was a loud splash.

  He fell to the ground, turned his head in astonishment, and found that the blond youth raised a fist and looked down at him.

   "During the performance, I was distracted, but I didn't respect the performance of the audience. This is a small lesson. If I do it again, I will be ruthless."

   "Damn guy..."

  Shaquille got up from the ground with a killing intent flashing across his face.

  But in the next second, he suddenly discovered that he had lost all the power he had in the past, and he was no different from ordinary people!

   Shaquille remained calm, staring indifferently at the guy in front of him.

  Since it was a dream, it is reasonable to lose power. After all, this is the opponent's home field... But he has been thinking about various ways to solve it from the beginning, but he has no idea.

   Soon, Shaquille saw the blond clown raise a hand, wearing a green plush glove doll, which looked like an ugly cartoon frog.

  The other party seemed to be performing ventriloquism on stage, opening and closing the mouth of the plush frog, and said in a strange tone:

   "Mr. Shaquille is a rude guy. He never speaks politely. He also likes to bully others and take advantage of the weak... In the past few days, he has even abused cute cats and killed more than a dozen white cats in succession."

   There were bursts of boos from off the stage.

   And some lady swearing.

   Shaquille was expressionless and did not respond.

  He observed the environment secretly, and already had some guesses in his heart.

  This dream...

   It is likely to be built by the mighty power of the deep sea or the path of destiny, but the blond clown in front of him is clearly just an ordinary person in reality, who was killed by himself...Why does the other party trap him?

   "Oh, by the way, Mr. Shaquille likes to kill people with lasers most of the time. He was like this in the background just now. He cut me in half with a swipe, and it hurt me to death!"

  The blond clown gestured at his stomach with exaggerated movements, and demonstrated his death, which made the audience laugh out loud.

  Alex raised his other hand again, gesturing for the audience to be quiet, then painted a funny face with an exaggerated expression, and said loudly:

   "So I plan to avenge my personal revenge, just on this stage, show him some color..."

"good!"

   "Fuck him to death!"

   "Come on! Great Alex!"

  The audience's emotions were mobilized, and they shouted in disorder.

  Shaquille found it all quite ridiculous.

   "Is this kind of self-entertainment interesting?"

   He said lightly.

   "Of course it's interesting, Mr. Shaquille."

  Alex turned his head, puzzled.

"look-"

  He lifted the plush doll, the frog opened its mouth wide, and a brilliant cyan laser shot out from the mouth, piercing Shaquille's left chest in an instant.

   Bah!

  Shaquille's pupils shrank.

   This is exactly the high-level magic beam that he grasped by grafting the remains of a magic saint...

  Now, spitting it out of the mouth of the other's ridiculous plush doll, destroying his own heart!

  Shaquille clearly felt the pain!

   I don't know decades or hundreds of years, He has almost forgotten what pain feels like... Now, He only feels that it is difficult to breathe, and his whole body is overwhelmed by this terrible pain.

   "Nice job!"

   "Wow! That laser is beautiful!"

   "Again! Again!"

  The audience in the audience cheered and jumped up.

  Alex smiled hippie, lifted the plush doll, and sprayed another laser, this time, directly cutting off Shaquille in the middle.

  呲—

   Plop.

  Shaquille's upper body fell in a pool of blood, his face was ferocious, and his eyes showed unbelievable emotions.

  This dream...

  How could it be so real? !

  He actually smelled the breath of death? !

  My own spirituality is even weakening and is about to dissipate...

   Pat, clack!

  Shaquille looked up, but saw the funny blond clown jumping up to him, the plush frog doll shook his head in front of him, and said:

   "Poor Mr. Shaquille is still thinking, when will this dream end, and when he wakes up, he must kill all those who make fun of him... But what he doesn't know is—"

  Alex raised his head and laughed loudly:

   "I can't wake up!"

   Bang!

  The stage lights went out instantly.

  The voices of the audience also stopped abruptly.

  Shaquille feels like everything is going dark...

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  In a large room on the second floor of a quiet residential building.

   There was a light snap.

  The unburned cigar rolled to the ground, emitting plumes of smoke.

  Polaris and the others stared blankly at the figures standing still in the field, not knowing what happened.

  The sage of the Association, who had been aggressive at first, froze in place after saying a few words, his eyes glazed over.

  Afterwards, the shadow under His feet climbed up from his ankles and spread up. In less than two seconds, it was completely covered, as if covered with a layer of viscous black liquid.

"How is this going?"

  Gou Toujin swallowed a mouthful of saliva and whispered.

  Polaris frowned and said in a deep voice:

   "It should be Lord Noah's means. He hypnotized this high-ranking person, and then used the shadow power of [Bone Gallery] to erode the other party..."

   "Of course there is also the credit of my great Alex. Yes, you guessed it right. This guy's spirituality has been torn to pieces by me. Even if he doesn't do anything, he probably won't live long."

  Everyone raised their heads one after another, and they saw Alex, who was wearing a brand-new church gray robe, was leaning on the door frame with his hands folded and his elbows folded, forming an inscrutable shape.

  The high-level players looked at each other.

  Although the information of the circus cadres is widely circulated, only Alex has the least information. The Polaris team only knows that this guy has the ability similar to the player, immortal, but his strength is not as good as ordinary people...

   Especially fond of bragging.

  People gave him the nickname "Delusion Clown".

  This clown is not that [clown], he is a real clown...

   The players thought that this NPC was sick again, so they didn't pay much attention to it, but Dongyang's EQ is quite high, so he laughed and complimented:

   "Thanks to the help of Mr. Alexis, I was able to get rid of this great enemy!"

   "You have vision!"

  Alex was very useful, with a smug expression on his face.

  The quiet environment didn't last long. Soon, the shadow covering the saint of the association faded, and this person fell straight on the ground.

   Expressionless, pupils dilated.

   "He died?!"

   Goutoujin said in surprise.

  Polaris approached, squatted down and checked.

   "Spirituality is confirmed to be annihilated, this saint has fallen..."

   "?!"

  All the players were amazed.

  Noah actually used the strength of a Sequence Five extraordinary person to kill a high-ranking saint without injury? !

   "As expected of a circus cadre!"

  The ending sound is amazing.

   "No wonder Jack used to value him so much..."

  Shaquille's body was lying on the ground, leaving only a mythical body, which was exuding its characteristics. After a while, a vintage brooch appeared on the spot, plus two high-level magic substances like sapphires.

  The former is his legacy, and the latter is transformed from the remains of the magic saint he used for limb grafting.

  At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that a huge, dark shadow coffin was standing in the corner of the wall at some point.

   Wait for a while.

  A figure slowly walked out of it.

   reveals Noah's petite figure.

  And at this time, he...he exudes a high-ranking mythical atmosphere!

   "Lord Noah?"

  Polaris' expression changed slightly, and he said in surprise.

   "You have been promoted to a high position?!"

  Noah took a deep breath, then smiled shyly, and nodded in reply:

   "Thank you for your help, I have indeed been promoted to Sequence Four [Dark Side]..."

"congratulations."

  Polaris took off his hat and saluted.

   At the same time, the panel also prompted that the S-level mission of "Saving the White Cat Missionary" failed.

  He was taken aback, secretly lost in his heart.

  It seems that his road to high position promotion will be put on hold for a while.

   Then the next second.

  However, he found that the reminder did not stop—

  【Your deeds will be sung in the Dawn Church, and many saints, demigods and even angels will hear your name "Apostle in Cangyi" Polaris...】

  【Regional popularity increased by 10 points...】

  【You have met the opening conditions for the saint promotion mission! 】

  Polaris' expression gradually changed from shock to ecstasy!

  (end of this chapter)