As the words fell, a white mist suddenly rose, causing illusory cracks to appear on the rippling mirror. At the same time, bursts of harsh, noisy, and uncomfortable murmurs spread along the mirror. It was Robert, The two demigods, Robotman (no mistake), felt as if a sledgehammer had hit their heads hard.
Fortunately, Arrods was in control of the picture. After a few breaths, all the pictures on the mirror disappeared, and the noisy, harsh, and seemingly endlessly malicious whisper finally disappeared.
Members of MI9, the Church of Storms and the Church of Steam and Machinery fell to the ground. Only two demigods could remain standing, but looking at their heavy breathing and bloodshot eyes, you could understand that they were not able to stand at this time. Not easy.
"What was that just now?" Robert's eyes flashed with golden light, as if she was recalling the face she saw before through mysterious means, but what appeared in her mind was only a thick white fog.
Yin Kangse looked at Arrods with concern, but found that no writing had appeared on it, so he said:
"Although Arrods is only a second-level sealed object, the power it holds can even allow angels to spy on it. The other party can detect Arrods' spying and even counterattack. I'm afraid it has a lot of background... But this person, and This white mist...seems a bit familiar..."
Yin Kangse tried hard to recall similar scenes in his mind, but Arrods seemed to have regained his composure and suddenly emitted a burst of red light. When everyone's attention was transferred to the mirror, a line of blood-colored text also appeared - —
"Based on the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions. If you lie or cannot answer, you will accept the task assigned by me or be punished."
Although Yin Kangse was already in a very embarrassed state at this time, Arrods did not get used to him. On the contrary, every word Arrods said at this time carried a dangerous atmosphere, as if he had just been teased but had no choice but to Like a grumpy old man who vents his anger everywhere.
The bloody words that looked like a death message at a murder scene changed again, and a string of sharp words appeared on the mirror——
"The name of the angelic church member in the peach dream that made you toss and turn the night before yesterday."
Yin Kangse's livid face suddenly turned into a dark state. Arolds usually would not use such precise words. Although he likes to make people die, he still leaves some leeway. But this time, Arrods' words were full of obvious malice.
After all, angels who can be called church members can almost be eliminated by name.
Even so, Yin Kangse still sighed, first took out a small pot from his arms, took two sips of the medicine inside, and then took two deep breaths and said:
"I choose to accept punishment..."
"boom!"
In the middle of his words, a silvery-white lightning with a bit of red light suddenly struck down. Yin Kang let out a loud sound and then fell to the ground.
The Archbishop of the Mechanical Church immediately rushed forward to check. After confirming that he was still alive, he relaxed and stood up to collect Arrods, who had regained his composure again. However, the people in the room had all fallen into silence...
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Klein, who was frightened by the telegram, didn't sleep much for the rest of the night. When Mr. Devil's unexplained, super loud, super formal morning prayer came, he sacrificed his suitcase, wallet and most of the cash to the gray fog. above.
After dealing with the traces, he went to the hotel front desk to pay the bill, took a carriage directly to the edge of Bayam, left the city and went up the mountain, as if he was going to a cemetery prepared for the local indigenous people.
At this time, he didn't know that his little mirror had bullied others after being bullied. He only knew that he was being targeted by a very dangerous guy and he had to leave as soon as possible.
Halfway through the journey, he suddenly turned into the woods, intending to walk straight to the edge of the cliff, where a huge underwater creature was already waiting below.
Klein walked quickly in the forest, as if he was racing against death, but at the moment a fallen leaf quietly passed over his shoulder, his spiritual perception suddenly exploded.
However, before Klein could see the scene clearly in his mind, the leaf was like an adult's palm, tightly covering his mouth and nose, making it completely impossible for him to breathe.
At the same time, the branches of the surrounding trees fell off immediately, piercing his body like sharp knives.
The scraps and papers left over from the picnic, as well as the turf, earth and rocks covering the ground, all moved and turned into a large net, covering Klein.
At this moment, it seemed as if everything in the world had become the scythe of death, trying to take away his life.
Seeing that the debris made of various kinds of garbage was about to pounce, Klein's body suddenly collapsed and became thinner, turning into a paper figure. Then in the next moment, he was ravaged into debris by the suddenly activated dead things.
Klein's body appeared seven or eight meters away. At this time, there was no need to think too much. The attack he was worried about had actually arrived.
Without making any observations or hesitation, he raised his right palm and reached into his pocket to take out the Adventurer Harmonica.
It's just that his paper figures suddenly flew out of his pocket, covering his face one after another. Not only that, his body actively tightened, constricting his forearms and arms, stopping him from reaching down. His palms, jacket, and shirt also began to shrink, as if a giant bear was hugging him.
Klein had already imagined various possibilities of being attacked. The thumb and middle finger of his unaffected right hand came together and he snapped his fingers.
The red flame suddenly rose. Although it was not as powerful as the arsonist's flame, it was enough for clothes that were essentially ordinary items.
The trousers wrapped around his legs were burned instantly. Klein didn't have time to adjust his posture, so he used this awkward posture to complete his exertion and ran out crookedly.
His decision was undoubtedly the right one. Before he landed, the place where he was originally was already dead. The green weeds withered instantly, and the dark ground turned pale. If this silent attack hits, it will be fatal. Lain had no doubt that he would lose his ability to fight as a result.
Snapping his fingers twice, two more flames shot up. In a short period of time, Klein used the magician's flames to burn his clothes to tatters, but he had no time to worry about the purchase. The coins he spent on these clothes continued to snap his fingers to burn off the paper mannequin on his face that was blocking his breathing, while he took out the harmonica used to summon the messenger lady.
But just when Klein was about to perform a performance worth ten thousand pounds, a voice suddenly rippled from the forest——
