This luxury house in Puerto Rico is built high in the city and has a nice ventilation design. A cool breeze flows slowly through the corridors, which will not make people feel stuffy even in summer. With the blooming flowers in the garden, this is the most enjoyable sight for everyone who visits Puerto Rico.

Agent Colson watched White Hall's head be wrapped in a gloomy black mist. The originally cool breeze suddenly became biting cold. This cold penetrated into the bone marrow and frozen the soul. He saw that the warm head suddenly opened his eyes, covered with a layer of sick iron gray, and then took a long breath.

Salomon deliberately retained his vocal cords and Adam's apple in order to make White Hall speak again, but this purpose of pure rational judgment made the scene in front of Agent Colson even more terrifying - he saw White Hall's trachea in and out of the broken neck like a blood-colored worm, as if he was still alive. The dripping blood quickly turned black and red, like the rotten and disgusting mucus after the accumulated blood clots.

With the hoarse and weak breathing and the sound of thick blood foam bubbles that kept popping up and then bursting, White Hall seemed to have found his mind. His voice was extremely distant and extremely weak, like a candle in the wind. Salomon held his hand tightly, as if White Hall's soul was grabbed in the palm of his hand.

The Secret Master whispered the blasphemy words, causing the human hair to scream silently. White Hall's soul was unwilling to surrender, but even death could not allow him to escape from Salomon's palm. The terrifying magic aimed at the soul was cast from Salomon's hands. After a brief "inquiry", the Secret Master smiled with satisfaction.

"May, don't shoot!" Colson whispered to his companions. To be honest, Salomon's performance is so terrifying that any normal-minded agent will rank his threat to the highest level at first sight and shoot without hesitation.

Although the casting time is short, the horror of this scene has long exceeded all horror movies on the market. Agent Colson does not want to hurt his companion and Salomon. According to previous cases, Salomon will not show mercy to anyone who attacks him.

"He's asking White Hall for information!" Agent Colson rubbed the forehead, carefully not touching his hairline. "I know this looks horrible, but he's really helping us. He's talking to the dead."

"Where is Skye? Why is he here?" Melinda May asked coldly, lowering her muzzle, putting her center of gravity on her back feet, and her waist and legs ready to go. There is absolutely no Salomon's position in the plan, where did this person jump out? The agent's instinct made her think down involuntarily.

She thought Agent Colson might have been confused by magic, but the current situation was not enough to illustrate this fact. Although she had lowered the gun, she could still use a move to advance the blocking when necessary - at such a close distance, the fist was much better than the pistol. Her reaction and strength were enough to hit the vital point within one punch and put people to death.

She glanced at Salomon's standing posture and cautiously walked around the blind spot of Salomon's sight.

"This is a long story, and it's not the time to talk about this." Agent Colson did not bring up the embarrassing striptease invitation. "He said it will end soon, and we will know where Skye is locked up." It was not until then that Agent Colson relaxed a little and turned to see Johnson who was already unconscious. "Is there any information to share now?"

Salomon did not answer, and his concentration of spells was not so easy to break. During this process, the caster would not notice too many situations around him. After all, magic requires the greatest attention to casting, which is also a compulsory course for spellcasters. Wanda Maximov practices this course every morning. The course schedule given to her was arranged according to the course of another World Magic University. As a city of the famous seven sisters, the spellcaster's success rate taught in this course is guaranteed.

After a while, White Hall, who had only one head left, finally closed his mouth.

"The obelisk was brought underground." Salomon looked confused. He didn't understand why White Hall's soul was like this. "What does this mean?"

"Oh, so what did White Hall say?" As a senior sisterhood, Catherine had the authority to know about Hydra. She didn't think there was anything to be surprised about the death of an old Nazi who survived to this day. She didn't even care about the power of Hydra. No one could threaten Sisterhood and the Immortal City, because her monarch was here.

"A lot of it said." Salomon walked up the cold and slippery rock steps, "but no one knew whether White Hall would lie, so his head was handed over to the biological laboratory. They would urgently dissect White Hall's head and search his brain repeatedly with the latest analysis of technology to ensure that all information was true. White Hall could die, but his knowledge could not be wasted."

"Son, please don't act alone in the future." Catherine said, "According to the rules set by Tita, you must have security forces around you. She has formulated a complete set of duty schedules, and has determined the combat plans of the mortal army and sisters and plans for various situations. You can't run around any more, there are many people in this world who want your life!"

"Tsk!" Salomon smacked his lips.

Catherine has given up calculating the number of kills. The method of counting heads is meaningless to the Immortal Legion. Their souls already belong to the [Sacred Source]. As long as there are armor, reborn, unconscious undead soldiers can return to the battlefield. Even Jacob can't tell how much armour he hoarded a thousand years ago, and all preparations made in the past have become today's trouble.

Whether Salomon came or not, the Sisters were advancing steadily. However, the Lost City, which was almost completed, was too big, and Jacob had already had a premonition that the city would be attacked, so he designed many shooting corridors, secret passages for passage, hidden soldiers and lonely bridges across the cliffs. This forced the Sisters to clean up an area repeatedly, dig out all possible things to completely ensure that there are no remains of the Immortal Legion, and retain manpower and automated machine gun towers to guard the main traffic lanes.

At the same time, Jacob's tribesmen also joined the action. The arrival of the Immortal City gave them the hope of regaining their own city.

The place where Salomon and the Sisters fighters went was the storage location of the [Sacred Source] identified by Jacob.

Laura originally wanted to come, but Salomon persuaded her back on the grounds that it was too dangerous. Unlike the combatants in the rear, they advanced all the way, without stopping, and without any intention of gradually cleaning up. A can of Greek fire thrown at the Sisters was stopped in the air, and the secret mage did not even have the desire to look back. He waved boredly, and the burning compound flew back along the arc when it came, exploded on the frozen tower.

Immediately afterwards, arrows burning with blue flames fell like raindrops between the dilapidated towers and houses. Salomon and his group were ambushed without surprise. The secret mage took out his magic wand and fought back, using explosions and storms to push away everything that blocked them. Under such a fierce offensive, the ice layer that had condensed for thousands of years melted and collapsed, and the kinetic energy of the whereabouts smashed through the carefully built stone buildings and bronze statues.

Jacob devoted all the wealth he collected along the way to the construction of the city, leaving nothing behind. It is not difficult to imagine that on sunny days, this white city will shine, the bell tower full of artistic atmosphere, the towers and people formed by the wisdom of wise men and craftsmen, and the people in this city will be surrounded by magnificent bells and solemn chants, wandering in the ocean of knowledge and reason. Here will be the kingdom of God on earth, and all the good things will be

Here. However, before them was a broken city - the pillars collapsed, the stone walls were covered with ice, and the beautiful mural vaults were painted with a layer of ashes. The Immortal Legion ruthlessly destroyed these crystals of art and wisdom, like a goat chewing oil paintings. They even used a catapult to attack Salomon. The violent rain of fire fell from the top of the mountain. Salomon had only time to use an extreme spell to protect the sisters, and could not save the exquisite works of art around him.

The towering city built along the mountains is now filled with ashes and dust.

They stood in the circular lecture hall on the top of the mountain. The dome here has not been built yet. All the pillars are covered with ice. The grayish-white ash is stained like an indelible stain. Going upwards is a place called the Soul Room, which is the final destination. The things that the future Salomon gives to himself now are preserved there. [Sacred Source] is not the only gift.
Chapter completed!