His figure disappeared, and the target of the bone sculpture doll's cold air was replaced by a wooden barrel in the blink of an eye.

"Meaningless."

Jerome didn't look back. He clearly felt that the pale guy was behind him.

‘You like filling cups, don’t you?!’

Chen Lun was less than five meters away from Jerome at the moment. He looked at the other person's back and the bone sculpture doll that gradually turned around and cursed in his heart.

He moved his already slightly stiff wrist, took out something from the blood poem ring, and threw it away gently.

Immediately, he performed a magic trick to "transform into a living person" and swapped places with the cards dropped from the coffin.

This time, Jerome's expression finally changed.

"Damn guy!"

His face changed slightly, and he turned around suddenly, holding the bone sculpture doll in his hand in front of him.

The thing thrown out by Chen Lun was a tiny bone fragment.

[Cat God Spell]!

Boom!!

A golden lightning bolt as thick as a bucket appeared out of thin air, fell from the sky, and illuminated the entire warehouse with dazzling light.

Snapped!!!

A loud noise echoed dullly in the warehouse.

The golden light condensed, exploded, and turned into thousands of branches, spreading like golden branches.

Jerome was hit in the chest by this golden thunder and screamed miserably.

Dr. Wordsworth huddled in the corner, blocking the dazzling light with his hands. When he heard Brother Jerome's scream, he couldn't help but shudder.

What kind of injury caused the captain of the Red Rose Squad, the monk whom Archbishop Rafa valued, to be in such pain?!

Who is that unknown enemy?

Wordsworth's mind was so confused that he couldn't understand it at all.

When the golden lightning gradually dissipated, the warehouse fell into dead silence again.

The doctor slowly raised his head. When he looked at Brother Jerome, his originally pale face looked even bloodless, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Jerome was seen kneeling on the ground, his scarlet robe in tatters, revealing his thin old body underneath. And his body was covered with pitted wounds. These wounds did not bleed, but were covered with golden spots.

cover.

The light spot flickers, sometimes growing into golden branches as small as the size of fingertips, sometimes disintegrating into light spots and dissipating, going around and around, immortal and immortal.

Beside the monk, there lay the bone sculptured doll. The originally pure white porcelain-like face was cracked, and the whole body was covered with cracks, as if it would break at the touch of a touch.

It was also it that withstood most of the power of the golden lightning, otherwise Jerome's injuries would have been more serious, and he might even have died.

Jerome raised his head with difficulty, his eyes comparable to the ice and snow in the Far North. Dr. Wadsworth was instantly frightened when he glanced at him.

In the old monk's sight, Chen Lun's figure and the coffin had long since disappeared in the warehouse.

There is a large hole in the ceiling of the warehouse.

"Jack!!"

Jerome's five fingers were like eagle talons, clasped firmly on the ground, his eyes were red.

He growled low in his throat:

"Damn reptile, I will kill you with my own hands!!"

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