Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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Medici gritted his teeth.

The power of the two guys who are currently stronger than him is staged a tug-of-war on him, and the "good luck" and favor that Ourolius left behind before they parted were quickly consumed by the original witch.

Ourolius is not a god after all, and no matter how bad his condition is, Chike is still a genuine old god. The pain has never gone away, but he was temporarily stopped by these good luck and uninterrupted small "restarts", making him dizzy. , the symptom of difficulty speaking still exists.

The severe headache and strange pain were only temporarily relieved. There was room in the throat for Him to speak and breathe, but that was all. It would not and could not be eliminated by the "Angel of Destiny". As the carrier of the power struggle between the two of them, Medici was a little lucky that Chic's virus had not directly invaded his brain, and worked hard to arouse his consciousness amidst the complications and sleepiness caused by the disease.

Medici's mind was spinning rapidly, but the power gap between him and Chike simply made this assassination without any suspense. He had never been in such a dangerous situation in his life where he would die without any resistance.

When Sequence 1 faced the assassination of the true god of the "Assassin" path, he was already experienced and strong-willed without dying instantly!

Of course, the most important thing is good luck.

"We can't drag it on like this. The protection of the big snake will soon be exhausted, and if we drag it on any longer, it will delay his god-making ceremony... I am now a piece of extraordinary property that can talk, and the big snake may not be able to protect me if he comes in person... "

"Hey, Chike, I finally became a traditional assassin for a time. My assassination skills are good. But if you didn't choose to use disease and instead rushed up and gave me a knife, you might be able to accommodate my extraordinary characteristics now."

It's a bit funny to think about it. The "Brass Book of Trunsoest" stipulates that "no hunter shall use any method to hunt", but it does not prohibit assassins from using any method to assassinate the target - the Patriarch only cared about defending himself and completely forgot There may be a true god watching! Even Medici and the emperor of the Einhorn family only want to obtain each other's extraordinary characteristics as soon as possible, instead of thinking about how to save their lives if the "original witch" comes to fry fish - there is nothing to think about. Yes, it turns out that He came and killed them all.

At the critical moment, Medici didn't even bother to scold the two cohabitants in his mind to relieve his emotions, and was preoccupied with thinking of ways to escape.

There is only one way to escape now - that is to immediately pray to "The Fool" for help, but Klein said before that he will fall into a deep sleep and remain in the state, so it is best to wait for him to wake up naturally. Praying for help rashly may cause The opponent's mental state has deteriorated, so Chik's appearance now is also to test the state of "The Fool", and he deliberately did not kill Medici immediately.

"It's bad. I didn't ask Klein for help immediately. He should have already made a guess..."

Medici's mind was spinning, and he immediately realized that the moment's delay had conveyed some kind of message. No matter what Chike thinks, he will realize that "'The Fool' is inconvenient to respond, and He is also inconvenient to pray for some reason"... He resisted the urge to frown, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, coughed out a mouthful of blood and relaxed at the same time. He took a breath and looked like he was at ease.

He didn't need to say anything, he just gave Chike a contemptuous look.

Such behavior may irritate the other party, but only by pretending to be more relaxed now will the other party be cautious and worry about whether there are items or blessings given by the "Fool" on him.

"How careless."

The high-sequence beings who are still alive so far have a well-informed information, and therefore have a common misunderstanding:

That is, everyone knows that the uniqueness of the "Red Priest" path has been seriously polluted. Not to mention containing it, if it does not have enough power, it will be adversely affected. Even the God of Thunder is unwilling to use it more.

At the same time, the source of this path has a special personality. Even Medici, with the help of the ancient sun god, could not completely suppress it.

It is no secret that the Demon of Knowledge rescued Bethel, but even if this old man came to remove the pollution, he had to kill the "door" first. Under this understanding, almost everyone feels that the competitive price-performance ratio of the two paths of witch and hunter is too low.

Chike got a share of the Conqueror, but since the honorary name has not changed yet, it proves that he has not yet accommodated that extraordinary characteristic.

The God of Thunder possesses uniqueness, and he cannot become a dual-path true god, so he has been observing secretly outside each battlefield.

Before Medici received Klein's promise, he had a relatively pessimistic attitude towards whether he could become Sequence 0. The emperor of Fusac probably expected the God of War to make a profit for him, but he didn't expect the God of War to throw himself into the river first. Went there. From the perspective of Medici, a competitor, it seems that the opponent no longer expects to become a god, but is confronting him with the last bit of pride and unwillingness to admit defeat.

So everyone actually selectively ignored Chick, thinking that he would not take action on the uniqueness because of poor accommodation progress!

"Wait...why did Chike suddenly take action?"

Medici suddenly thought of an unreasonable place:

"I have been here at Fusac for a week. Unlike that emperor, I have an army to cooperate with and many level 0 sealed objects to protect myself. I am now the bare commander. If he wants to take action, he can always do what he did just now. Just as quietly assassinate me!"

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to do it directly in that small stronghold? I died quietly, and the emperor was still kept in the dark. He could even continue to assassinate them directly and stab them in the back of the heart."

"But why choose now to do it on the street?"

The moment this series of doubts appeared, Medici instinctively realized that the answer to this question was likely to be crucial. But before he had time to think, he suddenly felt dizzy and had a severe headache, as if thousands of steel needles were piercing his brain.

Even Red Angel couldn't help but bite his lips and groaned.

Chike was indeed dissatisfied with the attitude of the "conqueror"'s extraordinary characteristics. He gained great satisfaction from Medici's painful body language. Looking at Medici's painful but powerless look, he felt thousands of I have never felt so physically and mentally comfortable in years.

The pure white feather fan opened and elegantly covered the raised corners of His lips.

The sky turned dark at some point, and the clouds shrouded the center of the city. A faint fragrance slowly filled the surroundings. However, in the usually liveliest place, there was no sound of a living person or even a living creature.

There was only one voice echoing faintly, and Medici closed his hearing so as not to perceive it.

Because even if He didn't listen, He knew that it must be a woman singing. The song is light and slow, making people involuntarily think of a peaceful lullaby under the moonlight, or a ditty about love that a girl hums softly when thinking about her lover. But the effect of the song is far from being as gentle and sweet as it sounds. It is poison wrapped in honey, like the siren in the ancient myth, tempting the living to walk out of the window and sacrifice their lives and souls to A beautiful goddess with an intoxicated smile on her smashed face.

The Fusac Empire has no divine protection and no existence that can resist the original witch.

He could leisurely come in person and quietly take away the lives of His enemies with disease, without giving Him another chance to fight.

Bethel Abraham had no interest in faith. The "Fool" was prepared to become the country's new faith and allowed his followers to come, but he himself had no further preparations.

It can be said that Chike can now run sideways in the entire Fusac Empire. The only people worthy of his fear and hesitation are the followers of "The Fool" - but this does not affect his action against Medici, "Angel of Destiny" Wu He saw the fight between Loleus and the Speaker of the Parliament of Life. They had been at odds for thousands of years. However, after getting the permission of "The Fool", no matter who lost, he could keep his life. This gave him the inspiration and courage to take action - as long as Medici did not die, then this matter would be limited to competition among adjacent pathways!

The competition in the extraordinary path is about success and failure. The "Fool" himself also defeated other "seers" to compete for the position!

"Medici doesn't seem to be planning to ask the Fool for help?"

Just as Medici thought, Chike was also secretly observing the opponent's state.

They are also old rivals who have been fighting for a long time. Medici doesn't take the original witch seriously, but he is more cautious than anything else after encountering her. Hunters' mouths, the words they speak and even the actions they make are often part of their conspiracy. Therefore, Chike chose to seal the opponent's throat and vocal cords as soon as he came up, and directly made the opponent incapacitated. He planned to slow down like this. Slowly grind Medici to death.

"Even if he doesn't ask the 'Fool' or 'God', and he still hasn't asked for help yet, is there any other way He can do it?"

Chike was suspicious. While aggravating the various diseases on the other party and letting the "good luck" left by Ourolius burn rapidly, he paid close attention to Medici's movements and even took a look at the city. of the other two angels.

However, one sequence one and one sequence two are really not enough.

Chike shook his white feather fan, glanced at Medici who was still struggling, and then cast his gaze into the distance.

In an instant, countless invisible and qualityless spider threads dropped from the fingertips of the original witch, as if weaving a large web on the sky. In an instant, the entire Saint Milon was wrapped in the spider web, but it did not continue further. direction continues.

The Gorgon quietly brought her power closer to the most prosperous area, approaching the church of the God of War.

The priest who was praying for an old couple in the church was suddenly shaken. He saw a beautiful woman appearing in front of him. She was charming and charming. Seeing her was like seeing the best thing in his heart. image of. She smiled, and the priest's heart was suddenly hit with great joy, as if he had returned to his youth and received the wholehearted love of his beloved.

She came over, gently approached his face, and whispered softly into his ear:

"Kill them and I will be yours."

Suddenly there was a commotion in the originally orderly church, and a strange internal strife broke out between them. When one of them raised his gun at his other colleagues without hesitation, he was shocked to find that they actually did the same thing. Same action.

The disease called "love" did not only appear in these few people. After the ordinary priests sacrificed their companions and themselves to the perfect goddess, the praying people also began to pull and push each other. However, the chaos did not last long.

They quickly stopped their movements, looked at the air or people in front of them, and showed happy smiles.

The elegant afterimages of the original witches walked past the reflections of the jewelry, coins and mirrors they wore, with warm smiles on their faces.

He entered the church and no one came out.

Deep in the underground church, Patriarch Larion was preparing to respond to the prayer of a demigod. Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and raised his head.

Suddenly, there was no longer the Holy Emblem of the God of War in front of him, but a smooth mirror appeared in front of him. What was reflected in the mirror was not Himself, but a young and beautiful girl smiling at Him. She held out her hand as if to invite Him to go out for a walk with her.

Larion was instantly distracted by this smile. He stared blankly at the beautiful girl in front of him and rubbed his hands nervously. As a result, a heavy book-like thing slipped from his hands and hit him. feet.

The sound of the "Trunsoest Brass Book" falling to the ground recalled his consciousness. He subconsciously looked at his feet and saw the surface of this sealed object that had been with him for half a month. A line of words appeared quickly:

"It is forbidden for witches to appear here..."

The line disappeared faster than it appeared.

This sealed object struggled a bit:

"Charm is prohibited here..."

The sentence disappeared word by word at the same speed as it appeared, but there was still a chance to see it clearly. After seeing these words clearly, Larion suddenly realized what had just happened, and his eyes were suddenly filled with a look of horror. The Patriarch immediately did not dare to look at the mirror hanging on the wall. Instead, he bent down and reached out to pick up the "Trunsoest Brass Book" that fell on the ground.

But He did not touch this sealed object. His outstretched hand fell into the palm of a beautiful white palm.

The girl in the mirror came out and came to reality. She was half-crouching and holding Larion's hand.

His soft fingers gently scratched the back of the Patriarch's hand, wiping away the vigilance and fear of facing the gods that should have been on the battlefield where life could be in danger at any time, like dust worth noting, the ecstasy and love. Then it rises quickly to fill these vacancies.

Beauty and emotion are nothing to mythical creatures, but to the witch, this is the sharpest knife in her hand.

"Why so vigilant?"

His voice was like a sweet dream.

"Come on, hand over all the sealed artifacts to me, and tell the emperor that you found Medici's location..."

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Medici, who had regained his energy a little, punched and smashed the walnut mirror next to him. In the mirror, the original witch was looking sideways into the distance. Medici punched her, and her beautiful and alluring face with a bright smile shattered into pieces. Countless pieces.

Medici coughed twice, and he spit the blood he coughed up on the glass fragments without caring. He held on to the wall and stood up straight. Then he stepped on the mirror fragments and took a staggering step forward, taking three steps together. He ran towards the notice board in the city center in two steps.

As soon as he took a step, he suddenly made a retching motion, then tightened his mouth and wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

After taking the second step, the arm covering his mouth suddenly became swollen and purple, and the sleeves were inflated, and filthy pus and blood flowed from the cuffs.

This body will fall apart completely in almost the next second.

TBC

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I can't stand it. 30 hours have passed, but when I see the mirror, I want to twist my head off. I can't accept it. I can't accept it. Ahhhhhhh