After being engulfed by golden flames, Talo opened her eyes.
She was standing on the edge of an endless sea, breathing as the waves rolled back and forth.
She felt like she hadn't been this calm for a long time.
The divine power that had been painstakingly cultivated had been burned away, along with the three monsters.
The hate stopped, the depression melted away, and the madness stopped. She felt like she was back in those days wandering in the woods and fields.
She suddenly realized that she was actually ethereal and free, but she had been contaminated by something in this world unconsciously, so she was sinking and crazy in this world...
Breathe, breathe with the waves. Relax like never before.
She suddenly heard a call from the distant sky, calling her to set off quickly. That was the voice of her sisters, the voice of her father. With a faint smile illuminated by the skylight on her face, Talo walked towards the sea level. The long-delayed voyage finally set off.
In the empty factory building, the Laughing Man adjusted his breathing that was too intense before, and lightly touched the ball of light suspended in the air with his finger. It was the pure divine core left behind after Talo's voyage, and the white color it exuded reminded Sean of something.
After a light touch, the ball of light was absorbed into Sean's soul, falling slowly like a bit of shining snow in the divine root space, and actually lit up the pair of black and white beads left behind in the "Scroll of Return" earlier.
Sean noticed that the divine feather belonging to Gaynor had been strengthened. Now he could extract and distribute not only spiritual power, but also accumulated emotions - this was the power of deprivation and redistribution belonging to the Spring God. Although it was still It is not so pure that it can even deprive you of luck, but it is already a considerable degree of strengthening.
In addition, Sean became aware of Wordsworth's legacy, and the scarlet pen has also been sublimated. The resentment that originally lingered on that pen has disappeared, and the scarlet pen now blooms with firmness and gentleness. strength. It was completed, and it jumped from a C-level heritage to a B-level.
Supplemented by Sean's Double Sun City Divine Feather, this red pen will bloom with power beyond B level.
Must leave. The Laughing Man turned around and headed back the way he came. The three agents of the undead are still unconscious in the factory at the rear, and they must be moved.
As soon as he rushed out of the corridor, the glass next to him, which was no longer transparent due to its age, was suddenly cut open by something, and the glass let out an ear-piercing scream. The Laughing Man dodged an insubstantial thing. It was only when the thing grazed the tip of his nose that he saw clearly that what cut through the glass was actually a wisp of smoke.
The wisp of smoke floated freely, changing its shape with the airflow in the air. What was strange was that it was suddenly pulled and swept across like a ribbon, as if it were a long and sharp blade!
The Laughing Man dodged again and turned around to see the plume of smoke leaving deep scratches on the somewhat rusty wine storage tank, and the cheap wine began to flow.
A burly man in a dark purple suit stepped through the triangular hole that was completely cut out of the glass.
He has a broad jaw, high brow bones and overly deep eyes. The man straightened his suit, wrinkled his nose unconsciously at the dirty environment, and took off the cigar from his mouth.
Something in Sean's divine root space let out a shrill cry. The soul turned around to look and found that in the Witch's Moon, two lines of blood and tears were flowing out of Anna's skull.
The Laughing Man saw that the intruder wielding the smoke blade was wearing a pair of crocodile leather shoes. He knew those alligator shoes all too well.
The owner of this pair of leather shoes was the right-hand man of Rockfield, who was responsible for the Haleywood massacre and personally killed the little witch Anna and more than 30 female workers in the Haleywood garment factory.
Sean had conducted an investigation before, and the other party was a retired King-level explorer named Kent Graham.
Kent adjusted the huge dark purple silk tie knot under his Adam's apple with his thick fingers, as if he didn't pay attention to the Laughing Man at all.
There was a loud noise behind the Laughing Man, and he turned his head. Bricks flew everywhere, and smoke and dust flew everywhere. The sunlight outlined a slender and tall figure in the smoke and dust. The man walked out of the smoke and dust. There was a strange layer of transparent armor outside his body, blocking the dust from the expensive black windbreaker. The man's black hair stood up in a bun and his beard was quite wild. He was wearing a pair of black gloves. Like a wolf covered in pitch black.
Brice Kane. The man who killed Dyson Lauer at hearing.
Sean chuckled. Old and new grudges come together.
Rockfield extended his hands to do the "dirty work", which shows that he attaches great importance to Tarot.
Unfortunately, he had already broken the birdcage.
But... the smile on Sean's face turned a little pale. What's even more pity is that after the duel with the Wandering God just now, the four members of the team in the Black Mansion have exhausted their spiritual energy. Although they are recovering through their own methods, it is impossible to escape from the attack of the two powerful kings at this moment.
The body of Shawshank Rogers seems unable to avoid destruction.
Rogers has already accumulated his own experience, and his death will be a huge loss to Ye Feng's faith. Sean's soul will also be severely damaged, and I don't know how long it will take to recover...
"Lighthouse" The man gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and saw the ever-present total solar eclipse...
One-fifth of the sunlight has disappeared.
You must escape, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!
"We seem to be a step late." Graham turned his head and looked in the direction of the corridor. He didn't notice Talo's aura.
Kane kept staring at the Laughing Man with his wolf eyes: "Take off the mask. Now."
Sean didn't move. Shawshank Rogers' face cannot be seen by them, otherwise they might be able to dig into Ms. Hershey's faith based on some rumors on the street, which would definitely be a disaster for Ye Feng's faith.
He was prepared to eventually have to destroy his body and never reveal his identity.
Without his spiritual power, all he could rely on now was the pen that had just been refilled. The Laughing Man moved his fingers slightly.
The loose wisps of smoke surrounding him suddenly tightened like a lock, cutting off the entire index finger of the Laughing Man's right hand.
The pain came like a wave, but Sean remained silent.
"This guy has lost his spiritual power, but he is still playing the tough guy." There was thunder in Graham's throat, and he pursed his lips and took a puff of the cigar, and more smoke rolled out.
"Last chance - take off the mask." The black dial appeared in front of Kane. Sean still doesn't know what it means, but he remembers that the last time he saw the dial, Mr. Dyson was strangled to death by something invisible.
The smoke floating to the side was locked, and the middle finger of his right hand was cut off from the root.
Blood flowed down the two broken fingers, and his right hand couldn't stop shaking. The Laughing Man finally moved. He slowly raised Shang Quan's left hand, tremblingly reaching for his human skin mask.
Suddenly, the hand changed direction and rushed into his lapel.
All the surrounding smoke tightened and swept across, and invisible forces pushed away the dust.
The Smiling Man looked like some kind of machine body. His upper body was bent backwards, and his muscles exerted force at strange angles, causing his body to spin sideways in the air, barely avoiding all the smoke blades and invisible sweeps.
While Olivia was controlling his body, he grabbed the red pen in his chest with his left hand and poured the pitiful amount of spiritual power into it. Of course, it was also mixed with a little bit of Anna's blood and tears.
A bit of red spread from his chest, as if a drop of blood dyed a piece of sea water crimson.
