After saying that, he looked around vigilantly, but did not see Heling's figure, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If Heling knew that she was doing this kind of samurai deal, with her temper, she would definitely be arguing and participating. After all, if she had to talk about her beauty, Heling would definitely be the number one fan.

Moreover, she is different from Baccarat. She doesn't know how to be jealous, but she wants everything that others can have with Sherlock.

This mentality made Sherlock unpredictable.

"If you want me to enjoy this kind of joy, I can help you too."

Mummy Jessica smiled.

"Sorry, there is no such service."

Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly.

The mummy Jessica showed a disappointed look.

hp:12000 (monster level)

Skills: Mummy's Eyes, Curse Art, Bonding Art

Devil Fruit: None

Taoist strength value: 10000

This mummy is even more difficult than King Comoros. Sherlock found that once the Taoist power value reaches 10,000, there will be no specific numerical reminder.

Witch Tihana.

hp:10000 (monster level)

Skill: Charm, Instigation, Disease, Curse

Devil Fruit: None

Tao force value: 0

Her Taoist power is the lowest among everyone, not even comparable to a soldier, but her skills are very terrible.

If the instigation is successful, Sherlock can even win without a fight, it depends on their internal strife.

Of course diseases and spells are also useful.

"Your opponent is me, where are you looking at?!"

Stone King Comoro said angrily.

Sherlock jumped on the ground again, avoiding the huge rock thrown by the stone king Comoros.

The huge rock hit the sculpture that was damaged by the explosion next to the wishing pool, causing secondary damage to the originally broken sculpture.

"You have never taken action. Do you look down on me?"

Comoros had bulging blue veins, looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock raised his head and looked down at the tall and burly Comoros,

"Since you are God's favor, naturally not everyone deserves to fight me."

Tihana raised the corners of her mouth, and her long purple hair floated in the air against mechanics, like a net about to spread.

The prisoners around him noticed her abnormality, and most of them made defensive postures, and some wanted to attack her directly.

Unfortunately, she has completed the seal.

In an instant, the heaven and earth changed color.

"Curse Eternal Night."

Darkness completely descended, covering the entire Immortal Capital Phoenix.

“What’s going on?”

"It's dark, Phoenix has no night, is this the legendary night?"

Phoenix City, without any lighting tools, was completely in the dark, with some terror and some excited, and the children curled up in their parents' arms, full of curiosity and fear about the unknown.

The darkness of the Twilight Island has never been seen before, and the children have only said it from their ancestors.

"This is a prophecy. The favored ones will bring darkness and dawn, and the favored ones will bring about great changes in Phoenix!"

The elderly Bells stood up.

Although his eyes were long blind, he could feel the arrival of the night.

"It seems that he is really the kind of person we have been waiting for."

said missionary Willie Pope.

Herring, who had arrived at the Cathedral of the Holy Light, handed over the brass key of the Grand Sister Bueno to Bells's hands.

"Sir, this is the relics of the Grand Nun."

"Is Bueno... finally relieved?"

Bells asked lightly.

A trace of tears flashed in Willie Pope's eyes, and no one noticed it in the pure darkness.

Willie Pope and Bueno have been with each other for many years. They are close friends for many years. Willie Pope is full of sympathy and admiration for Bueno. He once tried to save her again and again, but never succeeded.

Later, he knew that all this was the price that eternal life had to pay.

It is the principle of equivalent exchange formulated by the new god Phoenix.

His love for Bueno was never mentioned to her, and he buried this feeling deep in his heart, and he could not speak until the end.

This kind of emotion was tormenting him at any time. Only when he was in the Cathedral of Holy Light and preaching to everyone could he relieve such emotions slightly.

At this moment, Willy Pope had a wonderful feeling when he learned that Bueno had left this world.

This feeling is like a bird bound in a cage for a long time suddenly breaking away from its shackles, flying into the vast sky, and getting rid of it.

For Willie Pope, love is indeed like a flood, and it makes him suffer every day.

It was not until Bueno's departure that he took away the love belonging to Willie Pope, that he completely broke free from the shackles and felt the ease and freedom he had never had before.

He no longer felt pain for Bueno, or even happy for her.

Even if Herring didn't say it, he believed that death was a relief for Bueno.

"May she return to the arms of the old God."

Willie Pope prayed.

Why not talk about the new god, because the new god has filled Bueno with suffering.

"Houston needs help, Lord Bishop."

Herring shows his purpose.

Bells raised his haggard hand and placed it on Helling's head.

"I can't leave this church, but I can lend you some of my strength for the time being. This process will be slower, and this period of time can also be considered a test for the favored ones."

Heling was stunned for a moment, feeling a warm force entering her body from the top of her head.

This is a very wonderful experience. She felt that she was surrounded by the ocean of power, as if she was back in the mother's womb, safe, warm and quiet.

"Bibetan, but she is a pagan."

Missionary Willie Pope reminded.

Bells shook his head:

"She is a faithful person, I can feel it."

…

Municipal Square.

Everyone was stunned.

Curse Eternal Night, for those who do not have night vision, it is a crisis.

Sherlock can see the position of each person through the game perspective, and just judge it from the blood groove on their heads.

The Pipicia parent is originally a product of the abyss. It is not afraid of darkness at all. In the darkness, its eyes can see further, but it will not participate in the war.

A swamp mud formed on the ground, and countless black and sticky tentacles stretched out from the swamp, which pulled the death row prisoners.

If they were ordinary people, they would be pulled into the swamp by these tentacles at this moment, and what was waiting for them was death.

But each of these prisoners has the same powerful ability as the witch, and the witch's skills can only control them.

This control function is what Sherlock needs.

Sherlock pulled out the Green Moon Shadow Knife, used paper painting to restrain all the breath of his body, and appeared next to his opponent like a ghost, as light as a piece of paper, following the direction of the air flow in the air, waving the Green Moon Shadow Knife.

Comoros, with an hp of up to 10,000, had not yet reacted, his head had fallen from his neck, and he didn't even have time to scream, and everything went silently.

"Ding, congratulations to the host, who obtained Comoros' left arm. After being contaminated, he can be made into a stone craft crutch with a talent value of 20."
Chapter completed!