Pleasant looked at the pale Joseph coldly, and uttered a simple sentence from his mouth overflowing with blood.
"I choose your mother." A trace of anger and disappointment flashed across Joseph's face. He raised his left hand slightly, and a large amount of blood condensed on his hand, eventually forming a dark red sword.
"It seems that you have chosen to refuse to cooperate, so I will default to you choosing the first path." Joseph raised the blood sword, the majestic blood wrapped the sword body, and slashed directly towards Plissen.
However, the moment the blood sword touched Pleasant, Pleasant's body suddenly turned into a floating red mist. This was the ability he brought after contracting the Slayer's Stigmata, which briefly turned his body into murderous red. The fog, and those touched by the murderous red fog, their thinking will fall into a momentary lag.
Even saints are no exception. Sure enough, at the moment of contact with the red mist, Joseph fell into a momentary lag and did not move for the time being.
Pleasant also used this to transform into a mist and move quickly to the door of the opera house. He wanted to use this to escape from here, but the closed door of the opera house could not be opened, and the door was so hard that even Plisson's full blow could not shake it at all.
"The Slaughterer's method? You really have a lot of secrets hidden in your body." Joseph quickly broke free from the stagnation caused by the red mist of murderous intent. His face was stiff, and he waved the baton in his hand again.
"But I seem to have said that once you enter my opera house, it will not be so easy to come out." Along with Joseph's hoarse voice, the beautiful music suddenly became harsh.
Pleasant had a splitting headache, and as soon as this sound sounded, his body would be extremely damaged.
Plissen had no choice but to consume a lot of extraordinary power and atomize his whole body again to avoid the attack of this terrifying music.
"I don't believe you can continue to use such a method." Joseph threw aside the blood-colored sword condensed in his hand, his fingers slightly spread, and a large amount of blood condensed around him into a giant claw nearly ten meters long. And he also controlled the giant claw to shoot directly towards Pleasant.
Pleasant originally thought that after turning into red mist, ordinary physical attacks would be useless to him, but who would have thought that the moment the giant claw of blood approached, Pleasant's body that turned into mist could feel it uncontrollably. With a trace of pressure, he had no choice but to float away as fast as possible, narrowly avoiding the attack of the giant claw.
Before he could take a breath, the terrifying giant claw that had just finished slapping turned around at a very fast speed and swatted in the direction that Pleasant avoided.
Plissen only felt that his mist-like body was squeezed into a piece of cake, and the extraordinary power capacity in his body had dropped a lot, and the mist-like body could no longer be maintained.
"The game is over." Joseph retracted his giant claw and walked condescendingly in front of Pleasant. He gently raised his finger, and countless swords made of blood flew out from behind, pointing at Pleasant who fell to the ground. .
"You are about to face a painful death." Joseph smiled, and countless bloody swords instantly pierced Plisson.
What is surprising is that the bloody sword stabbed Pleasant, but he did not leave a wound. His body that was stabbed all transformed into some kind of black substance, and these black substances were moving at extremely fast speeds. Speed comes out of Pleasant's body.
The black substance wrapped around Pleasant, and also wrapped the swords that were pierced on his body. After a while, the bloody swords that pierced Pleasant were squeezed out by the black substance. At this time, Pleasant Sen, on the other hand, completely turned into a round black giant ball.
"What the hell is this? What tricks did you play again?" Joseph looked at the giant black ball in front of him in surprise. He obviously did not expect such a change.
"I also want to know what the hell happened to me?" Plisson, who turned into a giant black ball, also made a confused voice. To be honest, he was also confused. When he fell to the ground, he originally wanted to take advantage of Joseph to talk to himself. As soon as he spoke, he activated 088 and spent a lot of money to perform a special technique called 'Gold and Silver Doll' to create a fake body and hide the real body.
This spell will be triggered the moment the entity is hurt. Unexpectedly, as soon as Joseph's bloody sword pierced his body, piles of black things appeared inexplicably. These things completely resisted him. Attacking, he himself did not receive any damage and was unable to cast that spell.
"No matter what you become, you will die here today." A trace of anger flashed in Joseph's eyes. He waved the baton in his hand again. Under the control of 034, the music played by the surrounding instruments became hoarse. Ridicule, once you hear this terrifying sound, your body will be extremely seriously damaged. If you listen to it for a little longer, it will reach the point of death.
But Pleasant, who was wrapped in a black ball, was not affected at all. The moment the scary music sounded, the black substance outside automatically filled his ears. The sound insulation effect of this black substance seemed to be far better than that of using hands. He had to block his ears, and even though Joseph was playing wildly outside, Plisson didn't even have a nosebleed.
"Isn't this Vice Mayor Joseph? Long time no see." A group of flowing shadows slowly got in through the closed crack at the door of the Opera House. The shadow squirmed along the cracks in the door while sending out a human Word.
"This voice...Jerend? How did you find it here?" Joseph looked at the shadow that penetrated into the opera house along the crack in the door in shock.
The flowing shadow stood up directly after completely entering the opera house, condensing into the appearance of a young man.
The young man has black hair and black eyes, and is wearing very formal clothes. His left ear is wrapped in a bandage, as if a large piece of it is missing, and his right ear wears something similar to an earplug.
"Deputy City Lord Joseph, what did you just say? Can you say it again? I didn't hear something clearly just now."
"I am the city lord of Ghost City, don't call me deputy city lord!" Joseph said through gritted teeth.
"Um...I'm sorry, Deputy Mayor Joseph, there may be something wrong with my hearing aid. Wait, let me adjust it. Can you say it again?" Jarend took off the hearing aid on his right ear. He fiddled with the hearing aid before putting it back in again.
"Okay, okay, Deputy City Lord Joseph, I can hear you clearly now. Could you please say it again."
"Jerend! Are you here specifically to make me happy?" Joseph showed an extremely angry look. He paid special attention to the position of the Ghost City City Lord. Because of this, the word Deputy City Lord was particularly harsh to him.
"Um, I don't understand what you want to express, Mr. Deputy City Lord. I don't mean to have fun with you?" Seeing Joseph's angry look, Jarend scratched his head without knowing why.
"Jerend, you saved this kid, right? I'm telling you, don't bully others too much!" Joseph seemed to understand something, and looked at Plisson, who was balled up next to him, and then his face was filled with emotion. Angrily, he pointed at Jarend with his baton.
"What? Cannibalism? Did you remember wrongly? Spades K Kain has eaten people, but I have never eaten people." Jarend shook his head repeatedly.
"You damn deaf man from Albany, don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"What? Dead bugs? Albany's cleaning is still very good. Generally speaking, you can't find dead bugs on the streets." Jellund responded.
"...Are you here deliberately looking for trouble?" Joseph finally understood. Williams and Della had a very good personal relationship, and Williams happened to be a member of the Grand Duke of Belvine. It seemed that Della seemed I took this line from Albany and invited foreign aid to the Ghost City.
"Hehehe, then that's fine, let me see what kind of strength the prestigious Archbishop of the Greedy Sect has."
