Mr. "Professor", who is always willing to answer various questions on weekdays, did not respond to the questions of the students for the first time. He stepped on the back of the "Bone Dragon" and said to Daisy and others: "There will be an accident here soon. You call the other staff of the school and rush to the nearby church as soon as possible."

After speaking, he let the "Bone Dragon" enter the state of "psychological stealth", and flew towards the east side through the wall.

In the classroom, several students looked at each other. In the end, Daisy, who had been rescued by the thief "Black Emperor", was the first to recover, and solemnly said to the three boys such as Baker: "Since Mr.'Professor' wants us to go to church as soon as possible, it must be With his reason, let's not delay."

In her heart, she already regarded Abner as a superhero with extraordinary abilities like the thief "Black Emperor".

The three boys who had witnessed the outline of the "Bone Dragon" also nodded frequently when they heard the words, and they were obviously more in awe of Mr. "Professor" who showed the miraculousness.

And this is also the reason why Abner did not completely hide the "Bone Dragon" from the beginning-he needed to create a mysterious image and increase his authority in the hearts of several students.

Although things like "authority" can be achieved by a simulated "arbitrator", he can't stay here to exert influence, so he has to adopt this "deterrence" plus "hint" model so that they can fully obey. Your own request, don’t "go to death" because of curiosity or rebellion...

...

East End, Coron Street, in a secluded, dirty and disgusting alley.

With the distortion of the space, the figure of "Desperate Nightingale" Panadia suddenly appeared in the deepest corner.

This scene beyond cognition caused several homeless men who were resting in the alley to subconsciously rub their eyes, suspecting that they had hallucinations.

Panadia changed shares to confirm that she was in the right place, then pulled the veil to cover her face, and looked up into the sky, only to see that the afternoon sun was covered by clouds and fog and turned pale and dim.

The pale yellow mist was not particularly thick, it was up and down everywhere in Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and moist.

It's a pity that I didn't wait for the worst and most static time of the smog... The possible intervention of Tracy and her mother, Talim's disappearance, the accident that happened to Triss, "0-08" suddenly and briefly out of control, Ah The appearance of Zik and the "Goddess Eye", the previous destruction of the thief "Black Emperor" and the action of the so-called "Tower" Extraordinary have made things bigger and more noticeable, and the action can only be advanced to today. ...

Thinking of this, Panadia smiled slightly at the homeless men, their eyes suddenly became dull, and then abnormal flushes flashed across their faces, and they all covered their hearts and fell to the ground and twitched.

"It's much more comfortable to die like this than to suffocate slowly in the smog... You should thank me for my kindness." After smiling to himself, "Desperate Nightingale" stepped out of the alley.

Her pace was very slow, as if she was walking in a sea of ​​mist.

In the place she passed, the fog thickened a little bit imperceptibly, stained with a little iron black color, and the visible distance quietly decreased.

After she left this street, a sallow-faced homeless man in an old jacket coughed suddenly, coughing violently, and fell to the ground.

The two poor people who were very close to the homeless backed away in horror, and immediately covered their throats, making a sound of hell. They seemed to have suffered from severe lung disease or bronchitis, and they were out of breath.

The smog of iron black and light yellow fell on the eastern side, on the wharf area, on the factory area where the smoke was being sprayed, and continued to spread throughout Backlund.

Various sights in the distance were "submerged", and even the towering bell tower was only left with pale shadows. Workers and poor people felt uncomfortable one after another, struggling to fight the cold and sleepy tramp around the lady. Through the route, one by one fell sick and fell, and human lives were as fragile as the foam when washing clothes.

The expression of Ms. Despair was calm and soft, as if she was finishing a work of art.

She walked among passers-by without exception, the corner of her mouth was slightly hooked, and she laughed in a low voice:

"The history of the Loen Kingdom will remember this day:

"The Backlund Smog Event."

But as soon as her voice fell, a cold voice came from above her head: "Yes, I will remember... because it is also your death day!"

"Who is it?!" Hearing the sudden voice, Panadia asked, as if to look up for the source of the sound, but in fact, a sharp and crystal ice gun was already condensed in her palm. It suddenly dropped to the top of the head.

With the help of recoil, she herself retreated at an extremely fast speed, trying to enter the next street and blend into the crowd.

Regarding this sudden situation, she was not without doubts about the strange things that emerged that she hadn't noticed beforehand. On the contrary, she was very puzzled, and she didn't understand why someone could find a secret whereabouts so quickly. I, as if I've been lying in ambush here...

This difficulty is no less than destroying a metropolis, or directly teleporting from Backlund to the southern continent East Balang.

But as a "Desperate Witch" of Sequence 4, growing up from an "Assassin" step by step, she understands that we can't be distracted or talk nonsense at critical moments, and it's not too late to consider all issues after safety.

Therefore, she chose to use the dialogue to paralyze the opponent, then attack directly, and then take the opportunity to leave.

But she soon found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't leave this block, as if there was an invisible force restricting her actions. The more she wanted to escape, the less successful she would be.

Demigod-level "distortion" ability? He didn't make a sneak attack just now, and he chose to talk to me because he had some kind of occult "connection" with me, and then "distorted" my intentions?

Pannadia, who is not unfamiliar with the "Black Emperor" approach ability, had a glimmer of understanding in her heart.

Knowing that she could not escape, she looked at her opponent for the first time, and then saw a young man dressed as a teacher standing on a dragon's back and looking down at her.

And the ice gun she threw just now was not as she imagined. Hoarfrost condensed, freezing the world, freezing the other party in it... Instead, it was easily resolved by a ritual arranged by the other party.

"My'prophecy' today is for you... I naturally know your response!"

The young man standing on the back of the "Bone Dragon" is naturally Abner. At this moment, he used the "cursed Tudor badge" to successfully trap herself with the other party's intentions, so he didn't hesitate anymore and turned it on directly. "Pure White Eye", then merged with the "Bone Dragon", transformed into a semi-mythical creature, and pounced towards the witch.

The witch has a variety of methods, and she is not a true demigod. It is difficult to beat the opponent by playing spells and secret arts. She still has the best chance of winning in close hand-to-hand combat.

...

On a street deep in the East End.

Old Kohler hugged the ham in the paper bag and hurried back to the rented apartment.

He looked around vigilantly, afraid that those hungry guys whose eyes glowed like wolves would pounce on him and take away his "New Year's gift."

As he walked, he felt that the surrounding fog was thicker, and the church bell tower that was still clear in the distance was gradually engulfed by the color of light yellow and iron black. Even the pedestrians around, more than ten steps, only left. Blurred shadows.

Old Kohler instantly felt forgotten by the world, and covered his mouth and nose with his palm.

"Why is the fog smell so unpleasant today?" he muttered, speeding up his pace.

One step, two steps, three steps, old Kohler felt that his face was hot and his forehead seemed to be burning.

His chest was tight, his throat was uncomfortable, and he soon had symptoms of breathing difficulties. The mind is getting more and more confused.

He, He, He, he heard his own hard breathing, his hands softened, and the paper bag containing the ham fell heavily to the ground.

Old Kohler crouched subconsciously to pick it up, but fell there.

He held the bag of ham and tried hard to collect it into his arms.

At this moment, he thought that thick phlegm was pouring up and blocking his throat, so he fought hard and made a sound like a bellows pulling.

thump! Old Kohler began to blur his vision and saw someone falling down a few steps away. He couldn't breathe. He was about the same age as him, also in his fifties, with white sideburns.

He was gradually desperate in his heart, as if seeing his dead wife and children beckoning to him, a beautiful lady in a gothic palace dress and a small cap of the same color suddenly appeared in front of him, and A tube of medicine was poured into his mouth.

Before losing consciousness, Old Kohler's last thought was: Is this lady the angel sent by the Lord to lead me into His kingdom?

I just came to meet Sherlock's informant... After Miss Sharon helped him up, she silently replied in her heart.

She was supposed to take the informant back to the Brave Bar, but looked back at the ham on the ground, hesitated, turned around and picked it up.

...

The fog on the edge of the Eastern District was not too thick, but many people started to cough, including Freya who was working with Aitris to help her mother collect laundry.

Atris, who had been adventuring at sea for half a year, saw the fog, her face changed, and the experienced he could see the taste of "extraordinary" ability from there.

"Quick! Cover your nose and mouth, and go to the nearby church!" Aitris pulled Freya up and started to run.

"But... but mother is still in the old apartment building..." Freya refused to move, pulling Aitris, anxiously.

Aitris glanced back at the mist in the distance, and found that their spreading speed seemed to slow down, so she gritted her teeth and said: "I'm going to bring her out, don't wait here, go to church!"

Freya stared at him blankly, and then solemnly nodded and said: "Thank you... Aitris! You... you have to be careful too!"

"Don't worry, the ‘disease’ in the mist is not going to kill me." After speaking, Aitris hugged Freya, and then ran towards the old apartment building on the edge of the East Side at a very fast speed.

Freya looked at his distant back, until she couldn't help coughing a few times, and then she insisted on walking towards the church.

...

In the eastern zone, those who are old or have hidden diseases are like felled trees ~lightnovelpub.net~ fell one after another in the fog, and people who contacted them at this time were infected with the plague and died quickly, and their bodies were still recovering. Adults and children who are considered strong also have slight discomfort.

And the people on Coron Street who could still raise their heads, they all faintly saw a vaguely contoured behemoth facing a lady constantly biting...

Even though the lady used black fire, ice gun and many other methods, she still had no choice but to rely on a substitute to reduce damage.

But even so, she has permanently lost an arm.

Abner calculated the remaining "fusion" time, and was about to make the final blow to the witch, and decided when he would withdraw regardless of victory or defeat. A lady wearing a classical robe with a hood, eyes and hair black, and a beautiful but sluggish face suddenly appeared in front of him and Pannadia.

Angel! The Desperate Witch's eyes condensed, and black flames burst up all over her body, spreading the disease, and planned to ignite everything around her and create a large-scale fire.

At this moment, her body trembled strangely and froze in place.

Immediately afterwards, her body disappeared centimeter by centimeter, and spread upward rapidly, which was difficult to contain, and soon disappeared completely.

"Mother of Heaven"? The goddess of the goddess descends the container?

Seeing this, Abner breathed a sigh of relief, and was shocked to find that his body was like a pencil drawing patronized by an eraser, being erased at a faster rate than the witch just now...

He, together with the figure of the bone dragon, disappeared completely within a few seconds.

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