Lund looked at that smile almost blankly, his pupils dilated a little bit unconsciously, and his facial features slowly twisted, like a group of irregular polygons twisting, pieced together into a smell of fear.
Everything is as quiet as death,
In the condensed silence, he heard the sound of the waves crashing against the house and the collapse of the house in the distance. It was like a heartbeat like a drum in the chest. It was twitching desperately, clenching countless blood vessels and beating wildly together.
Again.
Overwhelmed by real despair...
The smile in the smoke overlapped with the memory of twenty-three years ago. One morning, there was a gray-white mist wrapped in a nauseating, clammy mist.
When he opened his eyes from the bed, what he saw was that smile...
No one heard the voice in his heart, and no one could save him.
The room was filled with the stench of plasma. The pale, hairless monster squatted on the chair at the head of the bed, with the corpses of his parents lying at his feet. It looked at his trembling eyelashes contentedly, as if admiring a great masterpiece.
At that time, when he opened his eyes from the bed, what he saw was that smile...
The nightmare of memory happened again. He instinctively jumped back a few steps, trembling all over, like a sudden chill. He gritted his teeth to prevent the screams of fear from coming out from between his teeth, and the blood in his body rushed to
The head rushes away,
Fear... is about to burn...
Not far away.
The naked figure smiled at him, showing his gums and white teeth,
"Why don't you speak?" he asked.
——"Why don't you speak?" asked the pale and hairless monster on the chair.
"Is he a mage?"
"—Lund Ingersoll."
"Where are you from?"
"——I will kill all your family members."
"Are you still listening to me?"
"——Open your eyes quickly, their heads are looking at you."
"You won't fall asleep, will you?" He smiled.
"——I know you're awake." The monster smiled.
…
He heard his heart beating wildly in his chest, and he wanted to say something brave. This fear and nightmare came out of nowhere, out of the blue like a joke, but he only felt his lips moving, but he didn't make a sound...
He thought of that early morning, beside his little bed, the monster gently stepped on his parents' backs with his feet, and blood flowed out of their noses, mouths, and ears like water.
Nothing can be done...
As before, just hide under the quilt and close your eyes...
"No!! Don't come here!! Don't come close to me!!!!!!"
Lund finally collapsed. He opened a portal and jumped in like a puppy with its tail cut off:
“Sister!!Sister!!!Sister!!!!!”
"..."
Bai Shu was stunned.
When he hesitantly raised his five fingers and wanted to close them together, Lunde's figure had slipped into the portal, and disappeared in an instant with the flash of the portal amid a burst of heart-rending wails.
The air was stiff.
"...Instant teleportation, this is considered a magic genius, but why is he running?"
In this land, there is only the crackling sound when the fire occasionally burns, rustling like a dream.
After a long time, he suddenly slapped his head, showing an expression as if he was eating a fly.
"Wait a minute, aren't you scared...can you be scared by this?"
The Fermor giants are naturally the overlords of the world, and no matter which world they are from, they naturally have a concomitant spiritual suppression on all lower-level creatures...
In ancient legends, the endless and terrifying majesty that tramples on everything, even at the moment of pilgrimage, is enough to destroy the reason of the arrogant heroes or saints, and crush them into the deepest fear of hell.
"You shall not look directly at your god."
Mental suppression——
In other words, that is the power of God!
"The Seven Upanishads of Usias" transformed Bai Shu's body and assimilated some of his body organs towards the giant gods. However, this transformation only supported level five of the First Upanishad. The divine power he carried could only
It is said to be very small, equivalent to a weakened version of fear aura.
"Young man's ability to withstand stress is not good. This can scare you. You need to exercise more... If you practice the Zen philosophy of the bald men, you won't even be able to survive the six natural disasters."
Bai Shu is speechless.
He put his hands on the ground and closed his eyes. Invisible waves spread out from every pore of his body, meeting with water molecules in the air and sharing information.
After half a ring.
He suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at a certain group of buildings in the dark city.
"But, I found you..."
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A large cloud of blood burst into the air, and the throat made a rapid sound of being cut.
Quintus walked in the flames with his hands held, and a high temperature of hundreds of degrees Celsius enveloped him. The position he was in was burned by the flames, and the air nearby began to twist and become distorted, like a miniature sun.
There were constantly armed military police around him, wildly pouring ammunition at him, but those bullets were either blocked by an invisible shield when they got close to Quintus.
Or, it was affected by a strange force halfway, deflecting the direction and losing the target.
"This power of Portugal has been permanently protected from long-range weapons and mage armor. Don't you understand? It's impossible to hurt me with a toy like a small-caliber pistol."
In the flames, Quintus waved gently to the military police.
As if a huge invisible blade had passed by, the bodies of several nearby military policemen were instantly broken into two pieces from the waist down, and their organs and huge amounts of blood spurted out, accompanied by screams and wails.
"What a bunch of fearless idiots. I can't help but applaud your courage."
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Quintus moved hundreds of meters in an instant and appeared directly among the military and police.
puff!
Beside him, the terrifying high-temperature field suddenly descended!
The destructive heat burned the clothes, devouring the fragile skin and internal organs under the clothes... Quintus held his cane and looked calm, but the soldiers and police around him screamed and were instantly ignited into human-shaped torches.
The flames suddenly engulfed him.
"Flee, flee, apostates, but where can you run to now?"
A long mana whip flew out of the fire and severely knocked down Alger, who was trying to escape with Elena on his back, leaving a hideous blood mark on his chest.
Quintus approached slowly, his boots crushing the charred corpses of the soldiers and policemen, with a smile on his face.
"Because of you, another person was killed by me, and he was from the Republic of America. Don't you think it's ironic?"
"From the gatekeeper Didillo, those wild mages, the transportation team, to the freighter captain... you miserable little bugs, do you know? How many people did you kill in order to escape from the Confederacy to this continent?
Have you ever thought about it?"
"That's an astonishing number."
Quintus admired Alger's desperate expression and got closer:
"Holy Saint Titus, I swear, Didillo's daughter is so pitiful when she cries, I almost feel weak."
"Really, I swear." He raised two fingers toward Alger, teasingly touching his fingernails: "It's just a little bit, a little bit, a little bit~"
"Quintus, you are a mad dog..."
The severe pain in his chest made Alger almost unable to breathe.
Panting heavily, the **** young man put down Elena, who had already passed out, on his back from exhaustion.
The high temperature and smoke that poured into his nasal cavity when he breathed made him seem to have fallen into a trance and coma, which was a strange feeling of relaxation and joy.
He knew he was going to die, and he felt that he was dying, and that he was already half dead.
"You esoteric dog, murderer, executioner, I curse your soul, Quintus... I curse your soul to never find peace. From now on, every drop of water you drink will burn your heart and liver."
poison, your breakfast is maggots in rotten bread, Quintus, I curse—"
The sound stopped suddenly.
Quintus smiled and retracted his hand. Not far away, a slowly expanding crack appeared in Alger's throat.
He covered his throat with his hands, but blood continued to gush out. Those curses he had uttered when he was dying were drowned by the short sound of wind gushing out of his throat, and he could not utter them.
"You are an apprentice who is not even a formal mage. You want to curse me? You are really overestimating your capabilities."
Buzz!
Buzz!!!!
Suddenly, the furious roar of vehicles sounded loudly, and a policeman with half a black body struggled to approach the cab and started the engine.
With good acceleration performance and full horsepower, the black vehicle rushed out like a mad rhinoceros. Amidst the roar of the police officers, it pressed heavily towards Quintus.
But what responded to him was just a bright yellow fireball.
The fireball exploded the moment it hit the vehicle, and the powerful shock wave threw the steel wreckage far away. Another small firework rose in the night sky.
"Okay, no one can disturb us now."
Quintus finally had time to retract his hand and looked down at the unconscious and dying Alger and Elena:
"I have a-"
The words just fell.
The space behind him suddenly became trance-like, with blurred light and shadow reflected in it, and it was boiling wildly.
"..."
Quintus clenched his fingers fiercely. He looked back gloomily, only to see a silver-white portal opening behind him. Inside the door, Lunde, whose face was flushed, was staggering, and he was facing him in a panic.
Run over here.
"Wait...dammit!"
Quintus' gloomy expression changed instantly: "Are you sick again?!"
