Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 104

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The ground vibrated slightly, and the Sealed Artifact 1-42 was very strenuous to drive, but it looked heavy, but it was very agile in action.

The green eyes were hidden in the deep darkness of the visor, Leonard was sweating profusely, panting with difficulty, the blow missed, his spirituality had bottomed out, and there was no room for him to swing his weapon a second time.

The silver light that dismembered Jason Beria began to emerge on his body surface, accompanied by tearing pain, and was bit by bit embedded in the flesh.

He came a step late, and the matter seemed to be over, and there was only a shadow of lifeless breath in front of him.Through the spirituality that echoed each other, Leonard could almost feel that 1-42 was angry at being snatched from the prey, and instead locked his target on the strange man in front of him.

"Apostle of Desire" was killed, is this evidence of destruction, or something else... No, my body is about to reach its limit... The drained spirituality made Leonard dizzy, his flesh and blood tingled, and he could hardly stand up He straightened his body, and the red gloves behind him were coming one after another, guarding the surroundings like facing a big enemy.Captain Soest looked at the armor with an ugly expression, then at the person opposite, finally gritted his teeth and stopped looking at Leonard.

"Old man... who is that?"

"Backlund... a hidden, high-sequence powerhouse...?"

No one responded. The parasite, who was pointing to Jason Beria's weaknesses and abilities just now, suddenly fell silent. Leonard did not receive a response. While he was puzzled, he felt something was vaguely wrong.

This seemed to be a tense confrontation, but the strange man didn't seem nervous at all. After two or three seconds, he sighed.

"I don't want to cause extra problems at this time. Killing you will definitely attract at least two demigods, wasting time."

"I killed your target, but I don't want to do it to you."

His words seemed to have a magical power, which made people believe involuntarily. Leonard couldn't help but let go of his hostility a little bit. The pain also made him unable to think properly.He took the opportunity to look around through the visor, and saw that the other team members had somewhat "relieved" expressions on their faces, as if they were easily persuaded by the other party.

persuade?obey? A strong person in the "Lawyer" path?

Leonard barely thought in the severe pain that almost made him faint, and the pain in his body disappeared from time to time, giving him a chance to breathe.But he was getting closer and closer to the limit of "10 minutes". He was about to die, torn apart by extraordinary items, and died before revenge.Like an hourglass counting down life, only the last thin layer of sand remains.

Even Soest seemed shaken a bit.

As the captain, he clearly grasped the strength gap between the two sides.They used 1-42 to let the opponent escape, but when they met again, the apostle of desire had already become the dead soul of the strange strong man in front of him.This matter seems to have exceeded the limit of the ability of my team of red gloves. Even if they all participate in the battle, they may not be able to keep the opponent, or even send the information back. If the opponent is unwilling to do something, it seems... no matter how good it is but……

He subconsciously felt so.

"Your team members will be killed by blood-stained armor."

He said slowly: "Do you want to watch your team members die again? Do you want to weigh the mission and the lives of your team members again?"

Soest's pupils suddenly narrowed.

Leonard choked for breath, and he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

...The familiar way of speaking, coupled with the old man's sudden silence, all kinds of doubts were superimposed, and he suddenly grasped something.

This guess made him tremble uncontrollably all over.

"I'm not hostile."

"You should trust me."

As he said that, as if to prove his sincerity, the figure of the strange and strong man began to become blurred, and the surrounding colors gradually brightened, which was a symbol of entering the spirit world.At this time, the red gloves were already shaken badly, and this behavior became the last straw that crushed Soest's belief. As soon as the strange strong man turned around, he spoke to all the red gloves behind him with an almost out-of-tune voice. they shouted:
"Dig the bathtub right on the spot!"

"Prepare hot water! Quick! Quick!"

"There are 37 seconds left! Extraordinary abilities are allowed!"

As if the red gloves had been pardoned, they immediately dug the big pit to fill it with water at full speed. Soest was still tense. He turned his head to look at Leonard. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw the blood-stained silver armor holding a sword in both hands and holding it high. On the top of his head, with an aura that seemed to regard death as home, he strode towards the strange strong man who was sneaking into the spirit world, and slashed down fiercely!

"demon!!"

Leonard opened his eyes wide and roared, "I want to do it for—"

The strange and strong man kept walking, raised his arm, and snapped his fingers.

There was a loud bang in Leonard's mind, his eyes were suddenly bloodshot and red, and extreme anger and hatred exploded in his heart, enough to make him lose his mind on the spot and die madly. The emotions were completely detonated.The capillaries exploded under extremely high pressure, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, eyes and nasal cavity at the same time, but he was not torn apart by his emotions like fireworks, nor did he weaken as quickly as Duke Negan , his emotions disappeared without a trace after a momentary outburst.

But even so, it was beyond what Leonard could bear.

The long sword was released, the armor staggered half a step, and fell down.

He struggled to climb a few inches forward, and tremblingly stretched out his hand to the back, the blood dripped from his face and was absorbed by the armor.

"Old man...don't steal...don't..."

"...I... don't want to... forget...remember..."

The strange strong man seemed to be alarmed at last, but at this time he had already entered the spirit world. In his blurred vision, he saw the other party casually looking back at him, and leaving a soft sentence:

"It's you."

His companions shouted and approached, and his vision instantly went dark.

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Somewhere in the southern continent, where the Beria family resides, Guerra Beria is preparing a new sacrificial ceremony.

Hurry up to sacrifice more lives to the great Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King, so as to be favored in the upcoming battle.

His crisis intuition has not moved yet, but the news of the successful completion of the assassination mission has already been sent back, so the bait should start to act soon according to the plan, leading the other party to him.The layout on my side has been basically completed, and things are going very smoothly.

Groups of victims with their wrists tied were led past their seats, their expressions numb, and the whips drove them towards the altar.

On the huge altar, many members of the Beria family are busy, engraving the symbols of the Mother Tree of Desire and the Demon King around the altar, and engraving their honorable names.After slaughtering animals, their blood will flow down every groove, fill all nicks and gullies, and make lit candles float.The demons enjoy the fun of hunting, the gods enjoy the spirituality and soul of life, and welcome a grand sacrifice together.

The gradually dimming sky cast a shadow on everyone's faces, the sun was hanging in the sky, and the crimson moon was about to rise.

The demigod in charge of supervising the affairs of the altar came to Gullera Beria: "Your Highness, everything is ready."

The Grand Duke Demon nodded. The night had not yet fallen, the sacred red moon had not yet risen, and the sacrifice had not yet begun, so he didn't care much.

He got up from the stone seat, walked leisurely along the ascending stairs to the high platform next to the altar, where the ceremony was held to communicate with the gods.As a believer, one should offer the best and most thoughtful sacrifice to God. The human skin under the feet as a carpet is tanned into soft and elastic high-quality leather. The natural red lines and traces are natural and beautiful, and they remain intact when they are peeled off. The eyes of the four faces were sewn together, and the mouth was left wide open.

The demigod followed behind him step by step, without saying a word. Seeing him stop, he lowered his head humbly.

Suddenly, in a place that Gullera Beria couldn't see, the demigod's body trembled violently. His head was skewed and pressed against his shoulders. His cervical spine should have been broken.He lowered his head, his eyeballs turned up to the point where only the whites of the eyes remained, the nerves inside seemed to have been disconnected, and blood rushed out from the eye sockets.He raised his head silently, "looked" at Beria's back silently, and opened his mouth silently: "—"

Before the sound came out, his head was suddenly pulled out completely.It was thrown aside with a small length of spine.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, making a sound similar to that of a bag of potatoes.Gullera had been prepared for a long time. He looked around, his eyes were burning with blue flames, and a deep thunder rolled in his throat: "Reverse influence?"

"It seems that you have caught the tail of the useless descendant!"

"This kind of little trick, you actually think I will be tricked?!"

He was proud of seeing through the opponent's conspiracy, and sullen because he was underestimated. Just when he was extremely vigilant, a voice that was close at hand and almost stuck behind his head suddenly sounded like thunder, shaking him. His hands and feet were cold, and the blood all over his body was cold:
"Yeah, isn't this a trick?"

He could even imagine the smiling expression on that face.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, reminding him of some ancient legends that he could never turn back if he was tapped on the shoulder late at night.Spiritual intuition drew the picture behind Him by itself. The brown-haired man was wearing a pair of exquisitely crafted glasses, smiling and looking at Him coldly:
""die"! "

Beria's pupils shrank suddenly, and the short-term fear caused him to lose his ability to think for a moment. The rust symbolizing death spread along the position of the hand at an extremely fast speed, and the flesh and bones continued to shrink along the way. A breathing Kung fu has already occupied most of the body.

A burst of red light erupted from his body immediately, and the spirituality blessed by the Mother Tree of Desire was completely burned up in an instant.

The spell that was originally intended to be used at the most critical moment completed its mission ahead of schedule, blocking the fatal blow.The rust peeled off, and Beria's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared tens of meters away. The black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and the bulging veins on his forehead showed that the damage he had suffered was more than that.

All plans were disrupted, he turned his head to look in the direction of the altar, and saw a scene that made his heart stop suddenly:
All the busy clansmen on the altar stopped at the same time, turned around, looked at him with the same smile, and then took out monocles of different styles and put them on their right eyes.

The altar is controlled, so that it is impossible to offer enough sacrifices to the "demon king" and the mother tree... But there is still a turning point, you can also chant the name of the mother tree, you can be a little flustered, you can be nervous, but there must be no escape And the thought of dread!

No way!

Dangerous breath came, flesh and blood animals and members of the Beria family whose sequence was too low exploded one after another. The frenzy of the sea of ​​blood knocked down the buildings around him. Deeply buried killing intent and joy.

The huge bat wings burning with the flames of hell covered the sky, and the cells in his whole body were activated, fully unfolding all the power.Muscles protruded from the bone seams, glowing like a calcined rock, and throbbing blood vessels emerged under the skin. The huge and powerful heartbeat made all the surrounding creatures feel that their blood was out of control.

The demon spread its wings and roared to the sky, showing a ferocious look of anger, and then rushed towards Gullera Beria, who had the same fierce eyes.

In an instant, two gigantic demons roared and wrestled together, and the area of ​​hundreds of meters turned into a filthy and desperate dead place, which continued to expand.

……

Amon whistled and sat on a beam at the top of the altar, swinging his legs leisurely.

The battle of a complete mythical creature is not something people at his level can watch, but he has no intention of watching it, because he is unwavering in the outcome of this seemingly insignificant and unstable battle—— What could it be?Everyone felt that they got the script, the two Berias did, and so did the Beria patriarch, and the gods probably thought so too, but only Amon knew that he and the Outer God were in the audience from the beginning to the end. Watch them perform.

But just winning is not enough, what he has to do now is to make this victory as reasonable as possible.

The parasitized Berias took action one after another, and the numb animals still didn't respond. They were born for this, and they didn't have the concept of running away in their minds, and they couldn't even speak well. Even Amon felt that Bailey The Amons call them "cattle" is the most appropriate.

The symbols belonging to the Devil and the Mother Tree of Desire were wiped away by the Amons, scratched off, and engraved with open palms and an inverted cross in the center.

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The devil's obscenities and curses rang together, and the crazy laughter and strange roars were intertwined, like two extremely discordant melodies, one high and one low. If another angel fell into this battle, I am afraid it would not be possible. How long will it be polluted by filth and the breath of the abyss.

Mountains collapsed one after another, and the plains turned into rifts and cliffs, crushing all the farms along the way.The blue flames and lava burned the sky and the earth at dusk into a flame-like color, and the collision of scales and sharp claws made a sonic boom-like sound that could shatter eardrums.

When they roared, the clouds in the sky were shattered. They fought without any scruples, and the flow direction of the leylines and underground magma was changed.

With their brutal actions that almost devoured each other's bodies, large and small artificial volcanoes rose up, and the magma, thick smoke and volcanic ash buried all the animals and plants that had no time to escape under the gray.

All kinds of desires and emotions dyed the earth black, and the torn tissues and minced meat were randomly discarded on the ground, giving birth to countless horrifying and small mutant creatures.They follow the instinct to chase the melee demons, but before they get close, they are smashed into bloody pieces by the aftermath.

The biting, which lasted for several minutes, ended temporarily with the loss of both sides.

"Bastard!"

A furious voice rumbled from the bony spine, which seemed to be covered with a layer of rock mask:
"You shouldn't try to fight me..."

"You shouldn't disobey the great mother tree and the dark side of the universe!"

"You will definitely pay the price for your arrogance!!"

The demon opposite him seemed to be laughing twice, his shattered wings were repairing themselves, his two arms brushed across the ground, and he pulled out the long lava sword that was shining with fire from the vibrating ground.

"Are you complimenting me?"

Gullera Beria was extremely angry, and he rushed forward to fight together again, while chanting foul words:
"The Great Mother Tree of Desire, the Father of Demons, the God of Lost Hearts, and the Shouter of Eternity!"

"Your faithful servants beseech your favor! Your faithful servants beseech your watchful eye!"

"I am incompetent, unable to clear up the rebellion for you, please accept my flesh and blood, and kill the blasphemer who disrespects you!!!"

Hearing this sentence, Edward, who had always been in a good mood, finally became a little more serious. If he dedicated his flesh and blood to the Mother Tree of Desire, and was polluted by the spirituality of his god, then this behavior of breaking the can would cause him to lose everything. It is impossible, let alone complete the ceremony along the way.

Seems like something needs to be done.

I saw that things around me changed instantly. Before the sun set, a round of red moon suddenly appeared in the sky against common sense. Under the crimson moonlight, the surrounding barren land suddenly glowed with vitality. Like tentacled plants, pieces of flowers and plants that looked like eye organs and biological bodies grew rapidly, some of them pounced on Gullera Beria, wanting to accept his flesh and blood as agreed, and some of them pounced on themselves!

"The Lord who created everything, the Lord behind the curtain of shadows!"

The flames and lava burned them to ashes, but their speed of regeneration was very fast, vaguely overwhelming the speed of the flames.

"The fallen nature of all living beings!"

Edward burned the flowers closest to him, looked at the setting sun, looked in the direction of the land abandoned by God, and whispered:

"I found where Medici is, and he is still alive."

"Allies, now is the time for you to fulfill your promise!"

The majestic gaze fell, crazy roars and ravings rushed into the mind, and the breath of depravity descended on this land across thousands of miles.

On the altar arranged by the Beria family, all life melted away in an instant, their flesh and blood woven into a long blanket, turning into a surging sea of ​​blood, roaring and devouring everything along the way!
The sea of ​​blood rushes into the devil's battlefield, covering all the distorted plants, devouring, digesting, assimilating, and circulating endlessly, burying them under the flesh and blood, and the plants below unwillingly try to continue to grow, but the ability of helplessness is limited, There was a stalemate for a while.

In just two seconds, the disadvantage was reversed again.

Guerra Beria looked at Edward Vaughn who was slowly approaching, uncontrollably after a long absence——

—felt despair and fear.

TBC
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*The old love is busy going to line up with Beria, not to mention that the last attack in Tingen has attracted the attention of the goddess, which led to the failure of the ceremony.

*I blindly guess that some readers will say that I am out of chapter.In fact, I have controlled the plot and focus here, and I should be relieved when I read the end, because I already know what the ending will be.

Regarding Leonard's fate, the last chapter seems to have caused a relatively wide discussion.My answer is: Regardless of be or he, Leonard will not die, but my friends who have revealed a little bit of Leonard's plot on the be line have said, "You might as well let him die if you live like this."

On the shelves at the beginning of the 1st of this month, on the last day of this month, Lao Ai was promoted to Sequence 1, look back at the word count statistics for the month.

Stay tuned.

*I think this new cover is pretty cool!
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