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In the deserted fields of the suburbs, the old butler Finkel is flying fast.

He lost his hat, and the white hair that was meticulously combed was sloppy, and the surface of the clothes was muddy.

Huh, call... He paused a little, gasping for the rear, and found that there was no one in the air, a little peace of mind.

But when he twisted his head and was ready to change direction, he found that there was a more person in front of him.

The figure was wearing a hooded classical robes, black eyes hidden in the shadows, and the face was dull and expressionless.

Finkel's pupils shrank and immediately opened his mouth, trying to read a Guhmetus word, but suddenly noticed that his nose was disappearing and his voice was gone.

His expression suddenly became a little more desperate, and then the whole person was like a smudge in the void, wiped clean with a rag, and there was no residue.

............

Auntie! Auntie! cough! cough!

In the face of the fatal attack that Mr. A is about to launch, Kline is suffering from illness, headache, and difficulty in manipulating the flames and jumping.

At this time, he could not even make an air bomb.

The fear of the unknown results occupies his heart. The dangerous premonition from the "clown" makes him "see" his own violent division, disintegrating for the tiniest light particles, and perhaps no chance of resurrection.

In an instant, Klein grabbed his hand into his pocket and held an item.

This is the precaution he has considered, the most dangerous situation!

No matter how rushed, the "magician" is also prepared, and will not be confused in the battle.

Klein took out the Azick copper whistle, put it to his lips, and blew it hard in the sneeze and cough!

Without any pre-movement, he saw the white-boned fountain gushing through the sight of the eye, and quickly sketched into a huge messenger with a dark flame burning in the eye socket.

At this time, the book in front of Mr. A also stopped flipping, and the sound coming from a long distance came to an abrupt end.

A burst of green brilliance emerged, and the nearly four-meter-high white bone messenger split and split into countless pure spots.

Behind it, Klein was only able to collapse in the power of the original place, and the figure wearing a black double-breasted long dress was shrouded and turned into a statue of a yellow sand cast, blown away by the wind.

But the scattered white spots are like tearing the most confetti.

Klein's figure appeared on the other side, half-squatting on the ground, unable to control and coughing.

If there is no Bone Messenger to block it first, he has no time to suppress the disease for a short time, using paper people to substitute!

After such a toss, his illness is more serious, and he almost loses his ability to resist.

At this moment, Mr. A, who failed the critical strike, suddenly coughed up and coughed more than Klein.

He knelt down in pain, and his mouth was filled with blood.

Cough and cough!

He coughed up a bunch of broken internal organs and squirming flesh and blood, then he tried to open his mouth and tried to smash them into the mouth and forcibly eat them back.

what happened? Klein was a little embarrassed.

But this did not prevent him from holding back his cough, raising his right hand and aiming Mr. A's head with his left wheel.

At this moment, he vaguely realized that the physical injury of Mr. A can be maintained by the treatment of flesh-and-blood magic, but the impact and counter-attack of mental and spiritual can not be compensated in this way.

Mr. A should have switched to another extraordinary ability to slowly heal the wounds of the spirit, but he was driven by hatred, forced to suppress, and chased after, so after continually consuming and using the extraordinary ability beyond his own load, the situation deteriorated and the situation broke out. .

boom! boom! boom!

Klein shot all the bullets in the revolver, and the light of brass, light gold, silver and white quickly crossed the distance between the two.

To his regret, the process could not restrain sneezing and coughing. The bullets failed to hit all of them. Only two of them hit Mr. A's body, and they rushed into the forehead and launched into the trunk.

Nourish!

The burning sound came out. Mr. A’s head seemed to have no bones. It was just a bunch of rotten meat, which made the pale gold bullets sink into it. It quickly stopped, failed to cause fatal damage, and had to bloom in the sunshine. .

Mr. A lifted his neck and the flesh and blood in his head was mad.

He did not die, not even suffered heavy losses.

He used to be a life-strength "Rose Bishop"!

Seeing this scene, Klein took the initiative and turned and ran away, no longer trying to attack. Mr. A was breathing, and he looked down again and picked up the chopped meat and internal organs.

Sneezing and coughing alternated, and Klein ran over and sometimes rolled.

Finally, he fled to the edge of the cliff, which is more than fifty meters of cliff.

Under the cliff, the slightly turbid Tassok River rushed, wide but calm.

Klein didn't hesitate, and he hurried out at the foot.

He slammed down and felt the strong weightlessness brought by the free fall.

His body rips the air and tries to adjust his posture in the air to become the standard action of diving.

cough! Auntie!

The disease caused his body to roll for three and a half weeks and stopped midway. The opening of the body and the adjustment of the palms were not in place.

With a bang, he fell on the water and fell into a thin piece of white paper.

The paper man was quickly wet, half-sinking and half-floating.

Not far from the bottom of the water, Klein figured and shivered.

His clothes have been soaked, and the rest of the paper and the banknotes in the wallet are the same.

After staying away from Mr. A, the disease was alleviated... Kline thought with a lingering fear.

If it wasn't for the last minute, the cough and sneeze subsided a lot. He didn't even have time to use the paper man's substitute method. He would smash the internal organs and die directly. Of course, if he died, he felt that he could be resurrected.

With his feet in the water, Klein created an invisible, hollow tube in his mouth, letting it out of the water and bringing fresh air to himself.

This is the "spy breathing" performance of the "Magician"!

Klein sucked his mouth and called his nose, so that no turbid gas would pollute the pipe and go directly into the water.

At the same time, he quietly walked to the shore, hoping to avoid the follow-up of Mr. A in this way.

Unfortunately, this is not a city. The ability of "no face" can't be effectively played. Otherwise, Mr. A will definitely not find me again. During the tour, Klein instinctively flashed such an idea.

This thought made him think of a problem, that is, Mr. A used the extraordinary ability to control the wind before.

Generally speaking, this is the path of the "master of the storm"... This route is characterized by the wind, water, and especially the underwater activities... Underwater activities... "Shepherd" is too comprehensive and terrible! In the blink of thought, Klein’s heart almost stopped beating.

He jerked upstream and no longer disguised!

He just emerged from the water, near the shore, saw Mr. A's beautiful and fascinating face, saw the scales covered with fish, and cracked the mouth.

The red robes floated on the surface of the water, and Mr. A’s mouth evoked, and the eyes were like a real hatred.

spell! Can only fight! Strive to support the reinforcements arriving at the church, or Mr. Azick to get out of trouble! Kline, who had relieved the disease, did not hesitate to raise his right hand and prepare to make a snap.

At this time, the two looked at the same time in the air, almost instinctive reaction.

There was a figure that quickly femininely feminine.

The figure was wearing a hood, wearing a dark robe, and looked at Mr. A with a dull look.

Then, Klein saw that Mr. A seemed to have become a pencil drawing, erased by the eraser, and there was no resistance. Only the unwillingness was left in the sorrow. The desperate eyes in the madness were inscribed in the mind of the only audience in the scene. .

This... what kind of person is this! What kind of strength! When Klein thought about it, he found that the figure was facing his head and looked at himself.

It was a beautiful face, but without the slightest expression, the black eyes were dark and deep, but lacked spirituality.

Just in the heart of Klein, I thought that I would disappear silently. I don’t know if there was a chance to resurrect. The woman’s mouth slowly twitched and slid up, revealing a smile.

smile? Klein was amazed and wondered that he was dreaming.

He hasn't returned to the gods, and the figure has faded in an instant, disappearing in the same place, and the sound of the flowing water is quiet and reverberating.

Confusedly wandering to the shore, Klein climbed up and looked around. He found that it was unusually remote, there were no roads, no living people, and only a slightly muddy river would never change.

Is this over? Is Mr. A dead like this? The lady who was just now, was so strong that Mr. A couldn’t even make a scream. She smiled at me... smiled... maybe he? But in addition to the Pope's character at this level, there are angels walking on the ground, and the characters at the level of the Pope will obviously not be in Beckland... Klein can't believe that he is free from danger.

After sinking into a deep heart, he finally found a sense of reality:

"It should be the strong one sent by the church. She arrived in time and successfully rescued me.

"If I didn't inform Miss ‘Justice’ in advance, they may not have time to act, then I will die in Mr. A's big chance today, I don't know if I can resurrect...

"Well, there are factors that I have been insisting on, delaying the battle to the present.

"not bad……"

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, coughed twice and began to look for a way out.

............

"exile!"

The man with a golden mask pointed at Azick Aegis and threw his figure into the void, not knowing where to throw it.

Immediately, he turned to face Ins. Zangweier looking at his own frown.

"There is no time, we can't solve him so quickly! We must hide here as soon as possible, can only be exiled! Do you want to be discovered by the people of the church?" The man wearing a golden mask said in an angry voice.

Ince Zangweier gathered his doubts and nodded. He turned to the side of “0-08” where he stopped writing, and grabbed it.

His figure was awkward, and his feet were piled with pants that almost torn in the battle.

............

In the red rose manor, Prince Edsac sat on the floor window and his eyes were very empty.

"His Royal Highness, please as soon as possible." A voice rang at his side.

Edsac’s eyes came alive. He took a breath and picked up the left wheel on the table, and he resisted his temple. There was a bullet that could annihilate the spirit.

He turned his head and looked at the golf course outside and the horses that were walking.

boom!

He pulled the trigger.