Gently rubbing his thin knuckles with his thumb, Peter Pan's eyes showed a hint of obsession.
He was sitting in the empty and somewhat depressing "Throne Hall", the spiritual center of the entire "Midnight Paradise". In front of his eyes, various lights, shadows and colors were constantly changing.
He had just witnessed two Queen-level teams eliminate the strongest King-level team.
At this time, in the picture, Sean Dickinson held up his hat and pocketed the newly harvested platinum cufflinks.
He was so calm, as if he had just defeated an explorer of the same level.
At this time, Peter Pan's eyes focused on the male mask of "The Last Dance"...
From the beginning, he felt that there was something "different" about this explorer.
Unexpectedly, he could reach the final decisive game.
The Lord of the Spirits was very satisfied with his previous performance, so he was also looking forward to the final scene - the breakup of their small alliance, and even the killing of each other within the team...
There was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes: "Go on..."
"Give me more fun!"
In a scene that Peter Pan didn't pay much attention to, you can see that the velvet-textured curtain is fading away little by little.
The three siblings, Fagal Taylor and Dorins, also had a winner.
At this time, although they cannot see it directly, Sean and others have already sensed it...
The person who walked out was not Father Taylor, but the three siblings who still had possessed expressions.
The tall figure wearing a priest's robe fell into a pool of blood.
There was a sharp instrument stuck in his abdomen, and he was no longer breathing due to excessive blood loss.
Olivia Wind Chime and Moonlight 1902 both closed their eyes.
Sean's cheeks bulged, and his sharp eyes quickly turned to the double doors leading to the "Throne Hall"——
They must face Peter Pan as soon as possible!
With grief and indignation, the group walked through the corridor, opened the door, and entered the hall.
On the high throne, the Lord of the Spirits waved his hand to erase the scene in front of him, and looked at the group of people who did not seem to intend to continue the final game.
He leaned forward, propped his elbows on his knees, opened his hands, and had a puzzled expression on his face: "Why did you just come in here to find me?
"I said the last surviving team is the champion - you still have two teams!"
Obviously, Sean and Max had no intention of attacking each other. As if unable to read the atmosphere at the moment, Peter Pan straightened up, spread his hands and said: "What on earth are you thinking about? - Champions cannot be shared.
"I don't care how strong your alliance is. If you want to decide the final champion, you must solve each other, or be solved by the other side."
Some kind of suspicion emerged in his mind, and the Lord of the Spirit stood up and frowned suspiciously: "Seriously, do you think a pure gold statue is not enough?
"Want to raise the price on the ground? What else do you want?"
Max raised his hand and pointed at Peter Pan, his voice still hoarse: "I want your life."
The boy in black was stunned.
The entire spiritual world seemed to fall into silence following Pan.
Peter Pan lowered his head and couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.
Then, the entire spiritual world began to tremble slightly.
Moonlight · 1902 realizes: Peter Pan is going to be angry.
He had to raise his hands slightly, guarding against the coming fury...
Then, Pan suddenly raised his head:
"Hahahahaha..."
The Lord of Spirits actually laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed throughout the throne room.
"Hahahahaha..."
Amid this wanton laughter, Sean and others remained silent.
After a while, the laughter finally subsided.
Peter Pan wiped the tears from his eyes: "This year is almost over——
"But I just heard the best joke of the year!"
At this time, the three Dorins siblings appeared behind Peter Pan with smiles on their faces.
With a residual smile, the Paradise Master turned to Sean's direction without saying anything: "What about you, The Last Dance?
"Are you here to kill me too?"
Sean was silent - the conflict could break out at any time, but this stalemate was just enough time for all of them to recover the spiritual power brought by the smelling salts.
Peter Pan showed a slightly artificial expression of surprise: "Oh my God, it's really true!"
I learned that on the opening day of the park, the two teams that overcame many difficulties and reached the finals, their goal was not the grand prize but themselves...
Peter Pan was not angry at all, and there was a fresh and exciting look on his face.
His artificial tone made Sean wonder if he had already seen the clues.
From the beginning of his confrontation with Peter Pan, Sean knew one thing very well: as the master of this spiritual world, Peter Pan could control the entire spiritual world at any time and launch miraculous super-standard attacks on himself and others... …
However, even after the showdown, he did not do so——
The hostility did not create a sense of crisis in his heart. On the contrary, it made him feel fresh, interesting and excited with his psychological distortion!
And these are exactly what he wants!
Apparently, he saw what was before him as "fun," not "crisis."
"Sure enough..." Sean stared at the young man in black standing high up, "There is no clause in the admission agreement to protect himself. Sure enough, it is because he is expecting something like this to happen..."
As if he had been waiting for this for a long time, Peter Pan clapped his hands with some satisfaction and said: "I see, the reason why you went all the way to get here is me!"
"Then what are you doing? What do you want to gain by killing me?" As if not wanting to miss any fun in this rare "dramatic moment", Peter Pan rubbed his hands and asked the question with a misplaced mentality. Inexplicably filled with absurd atmosphere.
Maintaining communication is beneficial to recovery, Sean said deliberately: "My purpose is simple - I ask you to release all the souls imprisoned here, disband Midnight Paradise, promise never to deprive any soul of freedom, and follow I return to the Society of Questers to stand trial...
"If you can do this, I think we can avoid a conflict."
Sean naturally didn't expect Peter Pan to really agree to such a condition - he was just creating a topic and delaying the time when the conflict broke out.
Hearing what Sean said, Peter Pan almost laughed and made a sound of suppressing laughter.
As if he felt that he was being rude, he cleared his throat and tilted his head.
Then, he turned his attention to Max, the remnant soldier: "What about you? Like this gentleman, you are a 'white knight', a messenger of justice and justice?"
The burning mask shook his head: "To be honest, I don't care about everything that happens here...
"That's none of my business.
"What I'm trying to say is," Max pointed to Peter Pan, "Pan, we know so much about your past..."
"The name 'Peter' does not belong to you at all.
"I ask you to return this name to its original owner."
Peter Pan, who had always maintained a playful attitude, suddenly changed his expression.
There was uncontrollable surprise on his face: "You are..."
"Mike Downs?!"
With an expression of disbelief, Peter Pan's eyes turned around, as if he was retrieving long-lost names from his memory.
"Your two teammates...are Foley Rachel and Holly Carter??"
Moonlight looked at Max in confusion, then looked at the demigod on the throne——
He found that Peter Pan's expression at this moment was more of panic than surprise.
But at this moment, Can Bing seemed calm and collected: "That's right, Pan.
"It seems you are not crazy enough to forget all the past...
"Here we come, little man..." The figures of Foley and Holly appeared behind the remnants of the destroyed legion, like lingering old grudges, "We want to get back the name 'Peter'...
"Get back those lost lives."
Get the name "Peter" back?
Get back those lost lives?
Yue Guang and others looked puzzled, but Sean's eyes were deep.
Because of reading the black diary, the New Testament reporter followed the person involved back to that memory...
