After being engulfed in golden flames, Talo opened her eyes.

At this moment, she was standing on a boundless sea, breathing with the back and forth of the waves.

She felt that she hadn't been this calm for a long time.

The divine power that has been painstakingly managed has been burned up, and those three monsters have been burned up at the same time.

The hatred ceased, the depression dissipated, and the madness ceased. She felt as if she had returned to those days when she roamed the woods and fields.

She suddenly realized that she was originally ethereal and free, but she was unconsciously contaminated with something in this world, and that's why she fell into obsession and ecstasy in this world...

Breathe, breathe with the waves. Relax like never before.

She suddenly heard the call from the distant sky, calling her to set off quickly. It was her sister's voice, the voice of her father's generation. With a faint smile on her face illuminated by the sky, Talo walked towards the sea level. The long-awaited voyage finally set off.

In the empty factory building, the smiling man adjusted his overly intense breathing before, and lightly touched the light ball suspended in the air with his fingers. It was the pure divine core left over from Tarot's long voyage, and the white color it emitted reminded Sean of something.

After a light touch, the ball of light was absorbed into Sean's soul, and slowly fell in the Shengen space like a speck of shining snow, even lighting up the pair of black and white double beads left in the earlier "Returning Scroll".

Xiao En noticed that the divine feather belonging to Gainor had been strengthened, and now he could extract and distribute not only spiritual power, but also backlogged emotions—this is the deprivation and redistribution power of Spring God, although it has not yet been released. It is so pure that it can even deprive luck, but it is already a considerable degree of strengthening.

In addition, Sean realized Wordsworth's legacy, and the scarlet pen was also sublimated. The resentment that had lingered on the pen had disappeared, and the scarlet pen now bloomed with firm and warm strength. It was filled and made the jump from a C-level heritage to a B-level.

Supplemented by Xiao En's Shenyu, the City of Two Suns, this red pen will bloom with power beyond B-level.

must leave. The Laughing Man turned and went back the way he had come. The three undead agents are still unconscious in the rear factory building, so they must be transferred.

As soon as he rushed out of the corridor, the old and no longer transparent glass was cut open by something, and the glass screamed piercingly. The Laughing Man dodges an unreal thing. It was only when the thing brushed the tip of his nose that he saw clearly that it was a wisp of green smoke that cut through the glass.

The wisp of smoke fluttered wantonly, changing its shape with the airflow in the air. The strange thing is that it was suddenly pulled and swept like a streamer, like a long and slender blade!

The Laughing Man dodged again, and turned his head to see that the wisp of smoke left deep scratches on the rusty wine storage tank, and the cheap wine began to flow.

A burly man in a dark purple suit stepped into the triangular hole that was completely cut out in the glass.

He has a broad jaw, high browbones, and too deep-set eyes. The man adjusted his suit, wrinkled his nose unconsciously at the dirty environment, and took off the cigar from his mouth.

In Sean's divine root space, something uttered a shrill cry. The soul turned to look, and found two lines of blood and tears flowing out of the skull belonging to Anna in the moon of the witch.

The Laughing Man saw that the intruder who wielded the Smoke Blade was wearing a pair of crocodile leather shoes. He was all too familiar with those crocodile shoes.

The owner of this pair of leather shoes was the executor of the Haleywood tragedy, the right-hand man of Rockefeller who personally killed the little witch Anna and more than 30 female workers in the Haleywood garment factory.

Sean had conducted an investigation before, and the other party was a retired King-level explorer named Kent Graham.

Kent straightened the huge dark purple silk tie knot under his Adam's apple with his thick fingers, as if he didn't pay attention to the smiling man at all.

There was a loud bang behind the Laughing Man, and he turned his head. Bricks flew and dust rose. The sunlight outlined a slender and tall figure in the smoke and dust. The man stepped out of the smoke and dust. There was a strange layer of transparent armor outside his body, blocking the dust from the expensive black windbreaker. The man's black hair stood up on his back, his beard was rather wild, and he wore a pair of black gloves. Like a black wolf.

Brice Kane. The man who killed Dyson Lauer at the hearing.

Sean chuckled. Old and new hatreds are all here.

Rockefeller stretched out his hands for doing "dirty work", which shows that he attaches great importance to Taro.

Unfortunately, I have already broken the birdcage.

But... the smile on Sean's face paled a little. What's even more regrettable is that just after the duel with the Wandering God, the four members of the team in the black mansion have exhausted their spiritual power. Although they are recovering with their own means, it is impossible to escape the pincer attack of the two powerful Kings at this moment anyway.

The form of Shawshank Rogers seemed inescapable from destruction.

Rogers already had his own accumulation, and his death would be a huge loss to Night Breeze's faith. Sean's soul will also be severely injured, and I don't know how long it will take to recover...

The man in "The Lighthouse" gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and saw the ever-present total solar eclipse...

A fifth of the sunlight has disappeared.

You must escape, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!

"We seem to be a step late." Graham turned his head and looked in the direction of the corridor. He didn't notice Taluo's breath.

Kane kept staring at the Laughing Man with wolf eyes: "Take off the mask. Now."

Sean didn't move. They couldn't let them see Shawshank Rogers' face, otherwise they might be able to dig into Ms. Hershey's belief by combining some rumors on the street, which would definitely be a disaster for Night Breeze's belief.

He was prepared to have to destroy his body in the end, and he must not reveal his identity.

Without spiritual power, the only thing he can rely on now is the pen that has just been mended, and the smiling man's fingers move slightly.

The loose plume of smoke that lingered around suddenly tightened like a lock sleeve, peeling off the Laughing Man's right index finger at the root.

The pain came like a wave, but Sean didn't say a word.

"This guy has no spiritual power, but he's still playing the tough guy." Graham's throat was rumbling like thunder, and he sucked on the cigar with his lips pressed together, and more smoke blades curled up.

"Last chance—take off the mask." The black dial appeared in front of Kane~lightnovelpub.net~ Sean still doesn't understand what it means, but he remembers that the last time he saw the dial, Mr. Dyson was watched What is not seen strangles.

The smoke floating to the side locked tightly, and the **** of his right hand was sliced ​​off by Qigen.

Blood flowed down the cuts of the two fingers, and the right hand trembled uncontrollably. The Laughing Man finally moved. He slowly raised Shang Quan's left hand, and tremblingly reached for his human skin mask.

Suddenly, the hand changed direction and rushed into his lapel.

All the surrounding smoke tightened and swept away, and the invisible force pushed away the dust.

The smiling man is like some kind of mechanical body, with his upper body bent back sharply, and his muscles exert force at a strange angle, causing his body to spin sideways in the air, barely avoiding all the smoke blades and invisible sweeps.

While Olivia was manipulating her body, he grabbed the red pen in his chest with his left hand, and poured the pitiful amount of spiritual power into it, and of course, mixed with a little bit of Anna's blood and tears.

A little red spread from his chest, as if a drop of blood dyed a piece of seawater deep red.