Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 141 An irreversible match!
Ian looked at this buddy's stupid look, and shook his head: "It can only be said that the Lord of Order is still merciful, and kicked you out the first time you made a big mistake."

"I don't think so!" Mr. Banana crossed his arms and still felt wronged.

Ian didn't bother to explain to the stripper boy how dangerous the mysterious side world really was. He was neither capable nor mentally prepared to take on such a responsibility. Staying away was the best choice.

He threw the clothes he picked up from the venue: "Put on the clothes and take me to the place where the Tower of Destiny appeared last time."

Mr. Banana put on his clothes and said slowly: "That tower is not in the real world, even if I take you to that place, you won't be able to find it."

"Not bad, you know a little bit about magic."

"Of course, I'm a man with both intelligence and body. Understanding these things is a piece of cake for me."

Ian looked at this foolish guy, smiled and shook his head: "Since you are so smart, you should understand one thing - if you don't want the Lord of Order to come out and explain the rules clearly, those who covet the pass will come to you .”

"Didn't you promise to protect me?" Mr. Banana's smile froze on his face, and he rushed to Ian in a hurry.

Ian raised his hand, gathered the airflow to block him one meter away, and said coldly: "I never made any promises to you, are you hallucinating?"

Mr. Banana was in a hurry, paced back and forth, and muttered, "You told me clearly that you wouldn't chop off my head like other people did?"

"Yeah, I never intended to kill you."

Ian spread his hands generously, and blinked at the guy who was clearly thinking crookedly.

"So, don't waste time. Hurry up and take me to the place where the Tower of Destiny appeared last, and I promise to give you a new identity this time."

"Really?"

"Whether it's true or not, do you have a second choice. No one will treat a stripper so tenderly except me."

Ian's icy voice was mixed with the cold wind on the roof at night, and it slapped Mr. Banana directly on the face, waking him up.

……

Griffith Park, Los Angeles.

Panting, Mr. Banana climbed up to a bare low hill, sat down on the ground, and couldn't get up again.

"Climb a 100-meter-high low hill, and you can breathe like this. The muscles on your body are not all shot out with medicine?"

Ian took out the crown of thorns that Waller asked the suicide squad to find, felt the magical energy around him, and looked for the traces left by the Tower of Destiny.

When Mr. Banana heard this, he jumped up and made a strong man's movement. His muscles bulged up one by one, and he shouted dissatisfiedly: "The muscles on my body are all real. Practice it. You can't slander me like that."

"It's not useful, what are you doing after practicing?" Ian's words hit the heart of the other party.

As Ian said, no matter how popular he is, he is just a toy for selling his body for the pleasure of those horny women.

No one cares what he thinks, as long as he can show off his muscles.

But deep down in his heart, Mr. Banana also wants to have the dignity of being a human being and be treated equally by others, otherwise he won't have to feel awkward about being abandoned by Naboo's helmet.

"Have you found that tower? I want to go back." Mr. Banana's voice sank. He sat down against a big rock, lowered his head and kicked the stone back and forth with his feet.

He didn't hear Ian's voice to answer, so he looked up and saw that Ian's two palms had disappeared, and a golden light radiated from the empty space.

"What are you doing, isn't this thing going to explode?" Mr. Banana turned around in horror and hid behind the stone.

He wanted to run straight down the mountain now, but his experience as Doctor Fate had taught him that distance in space was meaningless for real magic, so he could only hope that Ian wasn't playing with fire.

Ian heard the shout, but he didn't pay attention. He was just using the magic he learned from Kama Taj to look for the traces left by the Tower of Destiny traveling through space.

Even though the magic systems of the two worlds are quite different, this technique of tracking the traces of magic power can still be used.

Moreover, the power of the Lord of Order is very obvious. Ian grabbed its tail left in the material world, followed the clues, and without much effort came into contact with the abstract existence that symbolized the order of the universe.

The existence named Naboo twitched, and quickly avoided Ian's contact, and then a huge mage tower with a height of [-] meters squeezed out of the space and landed in front of Ian.

"Stranger with an immortal soul, please come in!"

An old man's head burning with golden flames appeared, invited Ian, and then disappeared.

Mr. Banana, who was hiding behind the stone, saw the huge tower that suddenly appeared, ran to Ian's side quickly, and said excitedly: "You actually found this tower, the Lord of Order never gave me such a treatment. "

Ian ignored his complaints, and kindly suggested: "If you don't plan to touch magic again, then leave now and don't enter this tower."

Mr. Banana looked at the tower that almost penetrated the clouds, his face was full of hesitation and unwillingness, his fists were clenched and loosened several times, and he was still unable to make a decision.

The power of magic is so wondrous, mysterious, and irresistible.

Even if black magic requires paying an unbearable and painful price for ordinary people, Constantine is unwilling to give up the power of magic. Apart from his difficult situation, his obsession with magic is also an important reason.

Mr. Banana is not as good as Constantine. He is an ordinary stripper. He came into contact with the power of Doctor Fate for the first time, and it is even more difficult to get rid of his dependence on magic.

Seeing his hesitation, Ian walked directly into the tower, and the gate closed automatically, cutting off Mr. Banana's final choice.

The space inside the tower is larger than the outside, and magical light sources are suspended everywhere, illuminating the ancient books piled up in the tower, the bodies of monsters, and various props and minerals.

Inside the tower, there are staircases spiraling and intersecting, leading to gates. I don't know what secrets are hidden behind the gates.

For the Lord of Order, Ian has neither good feelings nor malice. Anyway, he is not interested in being a contemporary walker for the other party.

"Lord of Order, I'm here to find a pass to the hall. What do you need, just tell me!"

Seeing that there was no one in the tower, Ian yelled at the top of his voice.

"O immortal soul!"

The Lord of Order appeared again in the form of a projection: "Show me your proof!"

Ian raised the crown of thorns in his hand and waved it in front of the projection.

The Lord of Order was about to take the crown of thorns away, but how could Ian let it go like this, and the other party didn't say anything.

"Well, the rules are very simple. Whoever can gather the sacred objects of Jesus' crucifixion—the crown of thorns, the holy nail, the cross, and the shroud, and seal them in the Tower of Destiny will be rewarded."

Ian touched his chin: "Why do I feel like I have accepted the task of flushing the toilet?"

"I can understand that the Lord of Order has the mission to seal up dangerous magic items, but why don't you ask Dr. Fate to complete this mission?"

The Lord of Order replied directly: "The new agent has not yet appeared, and the rules that have been established cannot be changed. Although the previous agent was very reckless, we cannot revoke the competition he set up."

"It's so rigid!"

Ian complained, and said goodbye to the Lord of Order directly, without staying in the tower for a moment.

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