boom!
The absolutely closed realm finally reached its limit under the high-intensity bombardment, letting out a cry and then quietly shattering.
Immediately afterwards, the clerk with smooth blond hair and a girl in uniform threw an evil fireball the size of a washbasin and blasted open the closed door.
The noise caused by the explosion also woke up the script writer who was sleeping lightly in his chair.
In a room with almost no furniture or wall partitions, he slowly turned his chair around and saw the door frame burning with green flames, and...
and the clerk standing outside the door.
"You're here?"
There was no surprise or panic. He was greeting an old friend calmly, as if the clerk at the door was a friend who had made an appointment to visit him.
"I found you." The clerk scanned the empty room. Except for the table and the multi-screen screen against the wall, there was no other furniture or wall partitions in the room. "You have built this absolutely closed area. I want to put myself in an absolutely safe and secretive protection, to ensure that in the final stage of the plan, I will not be peeked into my mind by the president or attacked by us..."
"Although the idea is good, whether it is monitoring the entire Yan City, making scripts to modify the development of events, or finally modifying reality to trigger the logic bombs of all artificial psykers in Yan City, it will cost you a lot to activate your psychic abilities. Afterwards, you will inevitably fall into a state of exhaustion, and you will no longer be able to maintain the barrier that protects you at a high intensity."
The clerk adjusted her glasses. The lenses reflected the cold light under the moonlight, making her voice with cold murderous intent even more chilling.
"If it hadn't been for the farce before, which forced you to abandon your previous stronghold with nearly perfect protection, I'm afraid I would have to spend more time looking for it. Should this be said to be retribution from a cycle of cause and effect?"
While speaking, the invisible supernatural power had already dispersed, quietly filling the empty room and slowly transforming into evil runes that shone with a faint green light.
Even if the script writer didn't summon the fantasy sword, the scribe didn't mean to relax or take it lightly.
She is not a psyker and cannot use fantasy tentacles to join in the offensive and defensive battles in blind spots, so she must be fully prepared when facing a genuine psyker like the script writer.
Before launching the official raid, she had cleared out all the ordinary people within three streets around her. She had also constructed several spiritual protective spells in her consciousness, plus the evil spells now placed in the house that could distort and corrupt thinking. Can runes...
The scriptwriter looked up at the clerk, and there seemed to be a hint of joking on his saggy and wrinkled face: "Then you will be disappointed... In fact, whether this plan in Yandu can succeed, for us and the committee, , it doesn’t have much significance, it’s just a casual experiment..."
"There is one more thing that needs to be corrected. Soldiers versus soldiers, kings versus kings. It's not that you found me, but that I chose to welcome you here..."
The clerk's eyes narrowed: "You..."
The scriptwriter, who had become a rickety old man, grinned, and a slightly terrifying smile appeared on his withered and shrunken face. He stared at the clerk with his cloudy eyes: "This has been the royal way of the final showdown between the two forces since ancient times. As a scriptwriter who has worked so hard to compile the script, how could I put this classic drama on the shelf without understanding the style?"
The blond scribe realized the problem, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but stopped himself. He looked at the script writer with evil fire burning in his eyes: "President?! How dare you!"
The evil runes exuding filthy and corrupt power all burst out with green light, and balls of evil fireballs were automatically generated, blasting towards the scriptwriter in the middle of the room!
But... it was blocked by a ball of light that suddenly appeared in the room and occupied almost half of the room!
boom!
Some of the evil fireballs collided with the light ball and exploded, but the evil fireball with the power of corruption, degeneration and chaos failed to corrupt the light ball in front of them. As the light ball naturally faded, the second wave of evil fireballs followed fiercely. It hit the figure gradually revealed inside!
As soon as Wu Ming escaped from the glare, he was blinded by a series of evil fireballs.
"Wojiri! What's going on?!" Wu Ming was also startled. His field of vision was completely occupied by the dark green evil fire, but the flickering light of the shield reassured him, "Why was he concentrated as soon as he was teleported here?" Fire!"
Taking advantage of this gap, the script writer tapped his feet lightly on the ground and used the pulley under the chair to slide all the way behind Wu Ming.
"Key to—"
The script writer drew a hoarse and low voice, then pulled it into the void and began to summon the fantasy sword.
It's just that this time he summoned the fantasy sword a little slower than before, as if there was some invisible force against him, preventing him from pulling out the fantasy sword in the blink of an eye like usual.
"Yu Jian is coming in the wind, and he is dispatched to the police forum..."
Even though his life and soul were close to being exhausted, the scriptwriter still slowly but surely drew out the sword of fantasy.
The scribe also reacted quickly and directly revealed the form of her extraordinary creature. A pair of curved and small devil horns emerged from her head. Her skin gradually became pale, and there were mysterious, mysterious and charming purple lines. It appeared quietly on her skin and face.
Freeing the form of extraordinary creatures, the secretary's physical fitness has greatly improved. She stepped on her high heels and left a cracked footprint on the ground. Her whole body turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Wu Ming. Script writer behind.
The green evil energy runes flickered and turned into evil energy chains that shot out, hitting Wu Ming's unfolded shield and sending out a string of sparks. At the same time, the scribe also rushed in front of him!
"Get away!"
The resistance gradually increased, and every step felt as difficult as walking in a mire and swamp. The clerk had no intention of entangled with Wu Ming. He swung his knife and was ready to kill the intruder on the spot!
The highly compressed air turned into a sharp blade, leaving scratches on the ground and ceiling, and flew towards Wu Ming with a roaring sound through the air.
All this happened in an instant. Before Wu Ming could fully understand the current situation, the air blade had already hit his shield.
"One spray controls the mountains and rivers, and then the sun and moon fall..."
The solid air blade did not cause any damage to Wu Ming, and it was not even able to cause sparks or make the shield show its true form. As a result, the scribe collided head-on with Wu Ming's activated shield.
As he chanted like a self-hypnosis, the scriptwriter shouted loudly, and the looming keyboard finally appeared in front of him!
"If God had not given birth to me as a keyboard warrior, my keyboard would be as long as the night!"
