Chapter 205

The night is heavy.

Aran was standing on the top of a tall building near the National Museum, with Darius standing behind him.

"It's almost time, Mr. Darsius, I will trouble you next."

He drank the juice in the glass bottle in his hand and threw the bottle away. Darius said, "Do you really need me to help you deal with this organization?"

"You didn't say that yesterday."

Seeing the smile on Aran’s face, Darseus curled his lips and said, “I didn’t know what the nature of this organization was before. Now that I know, I have to help!”

Nodding, Aran said to Darsius: "Our battle will inevitably attract the attention of the Wind Falcon government, which has already been vigilant, so we need someone to stop them and buy us some time, Mr. Darsius. The ability is just right, so this matter can only trouble you."

It doesn’t matter if you want face, it’s better to be kid-like. In short, in the past few days, Aran discovered that Darseus was a little guy with strong self-esteem and very face-saving. So when facing Darseus, he used some words. Can help Aran better persuade Darseus.

Sure enough, when he heard what Aran said, Darius smiled and nodded and said: "This kind of thing Barbaromew and Meryl will definitely not be able to do it. Of course it is the most reliable to leave it to me. Don't worry. Well, before you are finished, no one will bother you!"

After the words fell, a floating oil lamp suddenly appeared beside Darsius, it was the semi-artificial civilization oil lamp that Darsius had mastered that surpassed the ninth order!

With the shining of the civilized oil lamp, Darseus whispered a word that outsiders could not hear clearly. The next second he spread out a pair of small white wings on his back and on the oil lamp, carrying Darseus. And the oil lamp flew into the air.

"Aran, the oil lamp next to that little guy is not simple, it's probably close to the level of an artifact."

Hearing what Ivan said, Aran was not too surprised. An organization with a long history would be abnormal if there was no such thing.

"Ivan, you should prepare too. When we officially start dealing with that organization, the information they have will be handed over to you to find."

Ivan nodded, licked two mouthfuls, didn't say much, jumped downstairs and disappeared into the night.

He took out a pocket watch from his body, and Aran looked at the time on it. When he saw that the time had come to two o'clock in the morning, he did not hesitate to pull out the shadow escape dagger, turning into a shadow and disappearing on the spot. .

The National Museum at two o'clock in the morning looks slightly gloomy.

Just like the previous time, Aran went straight to the exhibition hall where the Atlantis slabs were displayed. When he was about to enter it, the danger warning issued a warning to Aran again, but this time Aran did not Stopped, but walked directly into it.

Sure enough, when Aran walked into it, a black line swept towards Aran, but at the moment when the black shadow approached Aran, Aran suddenly disappeared in place, and the shadow was lost. When the target slowly disappeared, Aran walked out of the dream world and went straight to the Atlantis slate. He directly smashed the glass outside the Atlantis slate, and reached out to put the slab into his own. Ring of Yakong.

But at this moment, in the shadow below the stone slab, a black line suddenly swept up and drilled directly toward Aran’s brow. But at this moment, a silver dagger suddenly shot out from behind Aran. , Just in front of the black line, blocked the black line, unable to penetrate the block of the silver dagger.

Seeing this result, the corners of Aran's mouth slightly twitched.

There was no rune for defensive curse before, so he didn't dare to try it lightly. Now that he has defensive rune as the last card, he has the courage to try to break the spell. Whether the throwing knife has the ability to block the curse, now it seems that as long as it is a non-physical type of extraordinary Ability, even the curse of mighty power, can be blocked and eliminated like a magic knife!

Of course, this is for tangible curses. If you encounter those intangible and intangible curses, even if the magic knife can resist, there is no way to stop the invisible.

A silver-white hair-breaking knife flew up and down under the control of electromagnetic power, like a silver-white pike, flying around Aran's body, gradually eliminating the curse like the black line.

After doing this, Aran looked at the Atlantis slate in front of him, and directly reached out to grab it. The moment he was about to touch the slate, Aran’s hand suddenly burst into brilliant light, countless blues. Bai's electric current was released from his hand, and instantly swallowed the Atlantis slab, and with a blast, the Atlantis slab exploded in countless electric lights and turned into countless numbers. The black smoke-emitting stones flew out.

Ding Ding Ding...

The law-breaking flying knife was flying around Aran's body. Any rubble that was shot at Aran by the explosion was completely crushed and resisted, and the black smoke emitted from it was also under the action of the law-breaking flying knife. Gradually disappear.

Zi Zi Zi...

The black smoke emitted from the gravel gradually rose and gathered in a shadow behind Aran.

In the next second, accompanied by clapping hands, Aran's old acquaintance, the curator of the National Museum, the old man named Actam who looked extremely kind.

Looking at the old man walking out, Aran's pupils contracted slightly, but still only got the same result as before.

Name: Actam Hogra

Name: None

Occupation: Director of the National Museum of Falcon

Skills: Art Appraisal LV7, Spear Skill LV2

Extraordinary: None

Ability: None

"who are you?"

Looking at Aran, Actam showed the same kind smile as before, and said: "As you can see, I am Actam, the curator of this museum. Who are you?"

At this time, Aran was exuding black smoke, and the ordinary person of Actam naturally couldn't recognize Aran's real body.

Without answering Actam’s words, Aran continued to ask: "Tell me, where is the Atlantis slab?"

"It's really impolite not to introduce yourself." Actam shook his head slightly, turned and walked towards the staff aisle not far away, and at the same time said faintly: "Get out of him, Alvel!"

Hearing the name Aiville, Aran immediately became vigilant.

And at this moment, a series of black lines, which seemed to be substantial, gushed out from the shadows under Aktham's feet. These black lines were quickly entangled and intertwined like living creatures, turning into one about two meters, with slender limbs and no faces. The humanoid of purpose exists, walking towards Aran step by step!

Looking at the black informant named Alville in front of him, Aran's pupils contracted slightly again, looking at the other party's detailed information!

[Curse Substitute (Evel Hogla): A seventh-order supernatural item, a parasitic type, does not require extraordinary power to drive, it needs to consume the user's life when used, usually exists in the user's shadow, has a variety of curse abilities , Has the power to travel with the shadows, once used, if the user is immortal, it will never be able to change ownership, sharing wisdom and character with the user. 】

Seeing the detailed information of the black informant in front of him, Aran's doubts could finally be solved.

Aran was a little weird before. Those who died of the curse, although it seems that they died because of the leak of the name Avel, but in fact, apart from the name of Avel, they even said a lot of secrets about their organization. There won't be any problems, Aran originally felt such a rigid curse, maybe there is something wrong with it.

But now it seems that this curse is so rigid, not because the user has any conspiracy, it is entirely because this curse is only caused by an ordinary person manipulating extraordinary items, just like a rigid computer program, only saying love Only the name of Will will trigger the mechanism to kill those subordinates who leak information.

It wasn't that Aktham didn't want to control more in detail, but he was an ordinary person himself, and he seemed to have very little life left, and he was really powerless to control meticulously.

Aran looked at the black informants who had gotten closer to him, and knew that this organization would never be that simple. Moreover, he had obtained some information about this organization from the chief of the police station, although this organization was faintly arrogant. Ketham is the main curator, but the organization itself is only temporarily formed by some people, in order to explore the temporary organization contained in the Atlantis slab that can make people eternally secret, although Actam as the main researcher It can be regarded as the number one person in this organization, but there are many collaborators who have formed this organization with him!

Those people are Barbaromew's target.

As the black line man approached, five silver arcs of light flew out of Aran’s back again. Along with the magic breaking flying knife beside him, a total of six magic breaking flying knives killed the black line man. , To prevent him from approaching, and at the same time a white cotton glove that looked a little burnt emerged in Aran’s right hand. While putting the cotton glove on his left hand, he murmured: "Destroy the art objects here. It's really not what I meant, but in order to deal with this guy, I really don't have any good solutions. I'm really sorry."

The nugget glove was placed on his left hand and moved a little bit. Aran looked at the black informant. He knew that the black informant who had inherited Actam’s wisdom and character understood it, so he smiled directly:" Abilities such as curses have always been a bit difficult among transcendents. I don’t know if they can still maintain their own advantages in the face of higher-level pure violence?"

As the voice fell, Aran raised his left hand with a nugget glove and snapped his fingers directly. The temperature in the exhibition hall soared in the next second, and the ground under Aran's feet gradually softened. In the breath, it turned into a pool of lava, the smell of sulfur and the amazing high temperature instantly filled the entire exhibition hall, and at the same time, the entire National Museum outside the exhibition hall gradually lit up an amazing fire!

The fire of the National Museum has attracted the attention of countless people.

And the mysterious organization hidden in the National Museum has also lifted its veil under the intimidation of the heat!

A woman in a black leather jacket, with a half-face mask covering her entire right face, quickly rushed out of the back door of the National Museum and rushed towards the nearby residential area.

But at this moment, a wall of fire suddenly rose up in front of her, blocking her path.

At the same time, the sound of high heels hitting the ground sounded one after another. The woman in black turned her head to look, and saw a tall and hot beautiful woman in a flamboyant red dress walking towards her step by step. At this time, her fingertips still had The fire circulates, and the source of the wall of fire that blocked oneself is self-evident.

The woman in black asked with a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

Without answering the black-clothed woman's words, Meryl just said to her: "Hand over your information and I can let you leave by yourself."

Upon hearing this, the left half of the black-clothed woman's exposed face showed sarcasm. She stood there and looked at Meryl who was walking towards her, and said faintly: "Only you are a Tier 6 transcendent? "

Meryl shook her head, looking helpless, and smiled: "The people in the small place have never seen the world. I know that you are a seventh-order transcendent, but do you know why I know you are a seventh-order? The supernatural beings, will take the initiative to come here to stop you? That's naturally because I have the confidence to kill you!"

"Kill my confidence? Why? That flamboyant red dress on you?"

This time Meryl did not answer the opponent immediately, she just waved her hand slightly, and a flash of fire condensed in Meryl's hand and dragged a line of fire with Meryl's arm waving!

When the line of fire gradually goes out, UU reading www. uukahnshu.com A crimson whip appeared in Meryl's hand.

This whip is red all over, with a structure similar to scales on the surface. It looks like a scaly skin of a creature with scales was crumpled up, exuding a scent of scorching heat. , And at the same time give people a rather uncomfortable feeling.

The woman in black looked at this whip, and she could feel an extremely surprising and obvious evil thought from it!

"What is this!"

With a look of horror on her face, the woman in black couldn't help taking a step back. The whip made her feel quite bad.

Seeing the woman in black, Meryl dragged the whip and walked towards each other step by step. At the same time, she explained to the woman in black: "It is my favorite weapon. I call it the monarch. It was kneaded from the scales and skin on the back of an eighth-tier **** monarch that my family once killed. It has amazing power. Of course, since it came from a **** monarch, it is also very troublesome for me to control it. If you don’t plan to delay any longer, let me use the monarch to send you a ride!"

(End of this chapter)