Chapter 142 Red Angel Encounter

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"Let him die here. He should die here, and he will definitely want to die here."

Medici smiled evilly and said: "The temple where the ancestors were promoted is the tomb where the last descendant of this bloodline is buried. How perfect is it?"

"It's a good death." Sauron clicked his tongue, "It's a pity that he doesn't look like Alistar. Otherwise, I would like to cut off his head and insert it on the iron thorns of the door frame, so that everyone who comes can admire the Tudor bloodline.

The madness.”

Medici took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. He was in a rare good mood and joked with the two cohabitants:

"This is boring, Sauron!"

"None of these descendants are promising, and they are useless as backup. How can they be qualified to be the substitute of the Blood Emperor?"

Medici glanced at the dead Rafter Pound again and touched his chin: "But it seems that gouging out the eyes would also work? Forget it, there is no charm without expression."

"It is quite remarkable to pursue glory to the grave."

The third Tudor victim spoke: "In the final analysis, I still have the blood of that madman. Since I can't fulfill my long-cherished wish anyway, I might as well die in the fantasy of the past."

"Speaking of which, Medici, shouldn't the scene in his dream be imagined by himself?"

Medici dusted off the cigarette ashes with his index finger and sat down on another empty high-backed chair: "How could it be possible? It was a dream I weaved, but what he expressed was what he wanted to see in his heart.

When the Pound family changed their names, they were destined to lose part of their history, not to mention that the Seven Gods still cared about this group of people. Even though they knew that Alista had not prepared any back-up plan at the time, he was still afraid that the people in this family's bloodline would

Crazy to create another blood emperor. Ha, Tuduo really put a psychological shadow on these weaklings like the Seven Gods."

Speaking of this, he thought of his former master's ally, the Black Emperor Solomon, and felt a little sad for a moment.

"The ending of War Red's destruction was also imagined by you?"

Einhorn's knife and mouth always hit it just right. Medici took a puff of cigarette and admitted it generously.

"I'm stronger than you two losers. At the beginning, I could still receive some prayers..." Red Angel said nonchalantly, "I can still hear the Red of War calling me and praying to me.

Then there were no more, because soon, they all disappeared."

Medici didn't say much, and the other two conquerors also fell silent. They were both soldiers and generals. They deeply understood the pain of watching their men being wiped out but being unable to do anything. The loneliness of the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow temporarily occupied them.

Got the upper hand.

"Hey, hey, aren't you taking pity on me? I suddenly feel a little nauseous."

Medici said: "The Lord has prepared men for me. The entire Iron-Blooded Cross is just like my training ground. I want to reorganize the War Red. Guess who will have the opportunity to lead the troops to fight again? Is it you?

them!"

After a round of powerful hunter-style greetings, the Red Angel came to the ground refreshed.

Suddenly, He suddenly turned around and reached out to grab. A woman with light blond hair wearing a black dress suddenly appeared in the air dozens of meters away. Sharon couldn't control herself and was forcibly caught out of hiding!

"'Resentful Soul'?" Medici said to himself, and suddenly waved his hand, and suddenly a series of firelights lit up from far to near. They were matches hidden in the cracks of the masonry, and a figure flashed in the firelight.

I can't move, but I can't stay one meter away.

This... Klein and Sharon, who were easily suppressed, noticed the anomaly at the same time and responded to each other. One of them pulled out the revolver and aimed at the red-haired figure who suddenly appeared. The other filled the ruins of the small church.

Crimson moonlight.

The Red Angel turned a deaf ear to the ants' resistance. Under the red moonlight, He smiled horribly:

"I remember you."

"The two little ghosts who came outside that house last time."

Sharon and Klein were immediately blessed: "Are you the evil spirit in that room?!"

"Evil spirit? Haha..."

Red Angel laughed a few times. He turned to Klein and recalled all the details without any effort: "I judged you as weak before and wanted to pollute your spirit. I entered your dream and tricked you into rescuing me. Who knew?

, Haha, you are also a person with secrets."

Don't say it so directly... Klein subconsciously glanced at Sharon and found that there was nothing unusual about her.

"What do you want to do?" Klein asked tentatively.

The evil spirit glanced at the two of them strangely:

"I feel like you don't understand the situation."

"Two greedy and cunning brats, you even blew up the house I was in before. I don't need you now. Why are you still here?"

Halfway through these words, Sharon and Klein reacted at the same time. Facing the evil spirit, Sharon let out a soul-shaking scream and chose to attack the spirit body instead of possessing it. The crimson moonlight was shining brightly, and Klein was no longer stingy.

He immediately fired all the spiritual bullets he carried in the direction of Medici without reservation, emptying the magazine in an instant.

At the same time, air cannons, cards as sharp as knives, and magic used to confuse all poured out. As a "seer" who is not good at fighting, Klein has used all his attack methods!

Of course, the purpose of all this is just to hold off this mysterious evil spirit for a second or two, buy Miss Sharon more time, and give herself time to think about the way out - the match she used to escape had already been set at the beginning.

After being burned to death by the opponent, Miss Sharon, who is Sequence 5 and carries a powerful extraordinary item, may still have a chance to escape, but she definitely does not!

However, it turns out that all the plans before absolute power were just daydreams. The moment Sharon used the "Crimson Moon Crown", a flame spear appeared in the hands of the red-haired evil spirit, and was thrown accurately.

Stung the center of the moon's corona!

A crack suddenly appeared on this item. Sharon almost lost her grip, and the damaged crimson moon corona showed signs of being out of control. Sharon's state began to swing between illusion and reality, and her eyes sometimes looked crazy.

Sometimes I am sober, as if I am about to enter a state of "indulgence"!

Once Sharon enters an irrational state, they will definitely die!

The evil spirit's other hand was not idle either. He waved it casually in the air, and a dazzling flame appeared out of thin air, melting the bullets and cards into molten iron and falling to the ground in drops.

Bullets with purifying functions cannot even touch the body of evil spirits.

All the two people's methods were cracked, and the evil spirit after they escaped from the trap actually had the power to crush them!

Damn it, I didn’t notify Maric before he came... No, fortunately he didn’t come, and there was still a chance to collect the bodies for Miss Sharon and me... No, this evil spirit seems to be very good at using flames. Will I be killed by him?

Cremated?

Klein's mind began to think chaotically, and in the next second, these thoughts turned into an idea: Am I going to die here after just being promoted to Sequence 6?

No! Absolutely not!

Is there any other way? Is there any other way...

At the critical moment of life and death, he suddenly raised his head and shouted at Sharon: "Please give me ten seconds!"

It is very dangerous to board the gray mist during a battle, not to mention exposing your body defenselessly to the evil spirits, but you can't worry about that much now!

Sharon, who was struggling with madness, was stunned, and then a firm expression appeared on her cold face. She didn't speak, but her eyes said everything.

The loud conspiracy of the two little ants made Medici feel a little interested. The hunter was playing a cat and mouse game with the relatively powerful Miss Wraith. The Wraith's biggest support was the magical item in his hand. As long as it was destroyed,

The resentful soul can only wait for death.

The resentful soul doesn't have much strength to resist now. It only needs one more strike, and the red moon in her hand will be completely shattered, and then loss of control and madness will be inevitable. With a wave of her hand, Medici summoned another long flame.

Spear, then, he noticed that the soothsayer kid who had not been taken seriously by him suddenly took four steps back, and then the spirit body suddenly disappeared from his body.

"Huh?" There's a problem!

Medici narrowed his eyes and immediately threw a flame spear at the little fortune teller! In an instant, the heat and flames were in front of the fortune teller, and could turn him into ashes in the next second. At this moment, Sharon

Gritting his teeth, he threw the crimson moon crown with all his strength!

when!

Click!

There was a crisp collision sound, followed by the sound of metal shattering. The metal covering the full moon was already full of cracks, and it shattered on the spot under the final blow. The red moon rolled to the ground,

Suddenly it shined brightly.

At the same time, the flame spear was also shattered by the crimson moon crown, turning into flames and disintegrating in front of the fortune teller, turning into sparks on the ground.

"ah!"

Yue Mian lost her hand, and Sharon suddenly let out a shrill scream. She could no longer maintain the state of resentment, and fell heavily to the ground. Her knees began to bend in reverse, showing the joints of an animal's hind legs, and blood gradually crept up.

Her eyes. At this moment, countless golden wings suddenly appeared in her field of vision, wrapping themselves around her.

The madness she endured suddenly weakened a lot, and the bulging veins on Sharon's face gradually receded, and she gasped in pain. Although it was still laborious, it was no longer fatal.

Medici whistled approvingly at the cooperation between the two imps, and then turned his attention to the fortune teller whose spirit body returned to his physical body.

The fortune teller had a look of death on his face. Medici looked left and right but could not see any changes. At this time, the fortune teller picked up a copper whistle, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard.

Wow! Bones rise up from the ground one by one, building a huge five-meter-tall white bone.

White Bones first looked at Klein, then at Sharon, and then at Medici in the distance. His bones suddenly started to tremble.

Medici was unfazed by the Bone Messenger's embarrassing performance. He stared closely at the copper whistle in Klein's hand, his expression still relaxed, and a sentence burst out from his throat:

"Is this your secret? Your trump card?"

"The son of the Salinger family?"
To be continued...