Dark Demon Warlock

  Chapter 116 Deterrence

  The style of the Church of Storms has always been "hands-on but not forceful".

   But relatively, Church of the Storm is the most reasonable among several top churches.

   It's like this time, although it occupies the territory of the black market, it also gives some compensation.

  It's a very simple truth. If one's own style is domineering, if he doesn't make sense, it will easily cause public outrage, and he will easily lose his way.

   Once a giant organization loses its direction, it is a terrible thing, and it is tantamount to walking on the road of destruction.

   Every church founder was not a fool.

  Xant Harold, the bishop of the Pudera City Division of the Church of the Storms, perfectly inherited the style of the Church of the Storms.

  Come up and do it directly.

  However, he also knew that this barbarian belonged to Earl Bertie, so he didn't hit hard.

   A gust of wind blew the savages up.

  Although the barbarian seemed violent, he did not lose his mind. He knew that he was not the old man's opponent, and he also knew that the old man would not hurt him, so he didn't resist at all.

   Temporarily gave up the lock on Yate.

  Although he is a savage, his mind is very clear.

   Sure enough, another gust of wind locked on Yate.

   On the surface, they are treated equally.

  Xant Harold was ready to go up to the stage to see where the barbarians had hacked.

  Although the platform uses active materials, it can be repaired automatically, but this process takes time, and if the damage is large, additional filling materials are required.

Huh?

   As soon as he moved, he suddenly felt that the gust of wind that should have trapped Yate lost contact.

   "Boom!"

   "Clang!"

   Just as he turned his head, he heard two more sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground.

   The wind that trapped the savage also lost contact.

  The falling sound is the sound of the barbarian and the ax falling to the ground.

died!

   Died quietly, without warning!

   Killer, Art!

  The scene was suddenly dead silent, and all sounds disappeared in an instant.

  Earl Bertie's eyes were wide open, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't make any sound, like a catfish thrown on dry dust.

  Xant Harold quietly landed on the platform, staring at Art... the arm in front of him with a vigilant expression.

  A slender and weak arm that looks like a 10-year-old child.

   This is the appearance in the eyes of professionals and ordinary people below level 4.

  However, in the eyes of professionals above the 4th level and possessing spiritual organs, they have another appearance, withered and full of blood, locked by strange chains and submerged into the void.

  A full arm this time!

  Yate directly activated the imprint on his arm the moment Xante Harold shot.

  Although he didn't know the origin of this barbarian, he could guess why he was targeting him, and the people from the Church of Storms didn't stop him. He had already stated his position. How could he allow himself to be restricted?

   It's just that he didn't expect that what appeared this time was a complete arm.

  As soon as he appeared, he slapped out the gust of wind with a slap.

   Then he pointed to the dead barbarian.

  The real strength of the barbarian far surpassed him, not to mention resistance, he couldn't hold on for even 1 second, and died instantly!

  In the crowd, Claire Lane squinted happily.

  Moore Lane didn't come.

  She herself brought Jim Thomson over to watch the fun.

  As early as when Art appeared, she had recognized it.

  Yat also saw her. When the two looked at each other, Yate didn't ask her for help, so she didn't take the initiative.

  Jim Thomson didn't recognize Art at first.

   It's really Yate's insolent and evil image that impresses people too much!

   But how could he not recognize this weird arm?

   Opening his mouth in astonishment, he unconsciously glanced at Claire Ryan sitting in front of him.

  Although she can't see her face, she can be seen from the lines on the outside of her cheeks that she is smiling.

   When did this guy become so powerful?

  Jim Thomson reacted quickly, without restraining his expression, he just made his eyes look strange.

  People around him looked shocked, it would be strange if he wasn't shocked.

   "Who are you?" Xante Harold quietly shifted his gaze and looked at Art.

   Just staring at this arm for less than 3 seconds, a tendency to self-destruct was born in my heart!

  Fortunately, he is at level 6, and this is only an arm, otherwise it would be unimaginable.

   How dare you look at it again!

   He didn't dare to ignore Art, who summoned this arm.

   "Lord Micah and Grace have kindness to me, I don't care about you." Art said lightly.

  Xant Harold's eyes moved slightly, guessing whether his words were true or not.

  How could it be possible to trust him just because of a word?

  The people in Church of Storms are reckless, not brainless!

   Judging from the current situation, it seems that it is more beneficial to choose to believe.

   just promised to hand over the survivors to Earl Bertie, and didn't say that he would help.

   "I'll take the spoils away." Art stepped forward to grab the barbarian's body, glanced around, paused for a moment on Earl Bertie, and then quickly left.

  Maliciousness is very obvious, and the barbarians also appear from that direction.

  The arm quietly disappeared.

  Xant Harold didn't do anything, but also left the platform.

   What was broken has been restored.

  A flash of light reveals April Joel and Noah Godwin.

  The two of them instantly sensed the strange atmosphere around them. When they were surprised, they were overjoyed and quickly left the scene.

  Earl Bertie was frightened by the look of Art when he left, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

   Just gave the two of them a chance.

  The people from the Church of Storms didn't make a move either.

   "Go back." Claire Lane got up suddenly.

  Jim Thomson hurried to follow.

   Xante Harold noticed the movement here, and seemed to want to go forward to say hello, but hesitated, and in the end he didn't move, but asked someone to clean up the seat.

   Claire Ryan's seat was prepared by the Church of the Storm.

   Apart from Mrs. Melville, she was the only one who received this treatment.

  The atmosphere thawed.

   "What is that? Bishop Harold seems very afraid."

   "Who knows that person?"

   "This one is unlucky, you saw the look in that person's eyes when he left! Hehe..."

  The hustle and bustle continued to penetrate into the ears, and Earl Bertie's face was extremely ugly.

  I thought it was just a tier 2 small miscellaneous fish, but who knew it would attract a giant monster!

   After a while, people from the Melville family appeared.

   No one else.

   In other words, there are only a few survivors.

  The black market is ruined this time!

  Earl Bertie's attempt to capture the survivors basically lost the reputation of the black market for many years.

  They originally wanted to make the last fortune, just like many unscrupulous entrepreneurs, so they were unscrupulous.

   As a result, the person was not caught, and his reputation was ruined.

  Some people are sad, some people are happy.

   Xante Harold asked people to clear the field, and he planned to contact the two adults.

   This matter must be reported.

   Let’s talk about Art.

   After entering the outer city, I found a corner where there was no one to change my clothes, changed a few more buses and carriages and returned home.

  The first thing to do is to take out the murloc statue from the backpack.

  Tal bought the statue in the row!

  He was cheap and wanted to try to identify the scroll, so he used it against the statue.

   Unexpectedly, the murloc statue suddenly became smaller and relied on him.

  (end of this chapter)