What is ridiculous is that Re Ji died voluntarily due to the internal Dui Zi plan, and his disciples were destroyed by Ai Liang.
The calculations of both sides basically failed to deal an effective blow to the other party.
Heat Death's suicide attack only resulted in serious injuries that required the tyrant to recover for at least half a year.
If Ai Liang hadn't taken action to format the disciples, and if we had to count them, it would have been a small loss for the Countermeasures Bureau.
Judging from the results on the surface, it was a lonely battle that had been planned for half a year.
Regardless of who is the winner in this battle, the magician with five-eighths of Janus's broken body has returned to the underground base where the tyrant was previously housed.
However, the place he went to this time was the lowest level of the base.
The physical clone of Thousand-Faced Man is waiting for him there.
The lowest level of the base is different from other places. Not only does it have a clone of the Thousand-Faced Man, it also has a spiritual concept of spatial confinement.
All spatial abilities are useless in the face of the hints arranged by Thousand Faces Man.
Anyone who wants to go directly to the lowest level through space ability will be teleported to other places under the suggestion of the Thousand Faces Man's spiritual ability.
Even apostles such as magicians and disciples are no exception.
Therefore, the magician could only take the remains of Janus and use the most primitive and simple method to get to the bottom of the base - take the elevator.
The moment the elevator door opened, Janus's broken body involuntarily floated out of the elevator and flew towards the figure in the center of the ground floor hall.
The magician followed him out of the elevator, and a pressure that was extremely unfriendly to the weird came from all directions.
Even the magician, whose combat prowess was among the best among the apostles, couldn't help but slow down.
The magician looked at the original clone of the Thousand-Faced Man: "I haven't seen you and your clone for a long time. I'm really not used to seeing your original appearance all of a sudden."
"If you want to see me, you can come here anytime."
The Thousand-Faced Man smiled and held Janus's broken body in his hands: "During my absence, you have worked hard to maintain the Apostles."
The magician shook his head: "It's not hard work, it doesn't matter whether you are here or not. Anyway, everyone usually does their own thing, and we rarely encounter any trouble."
The magician lowered his gaze and looked at Janus in the hands of the Thousand-Faced Man: "Now that it has become like this, can it really be saved? Are you just looking for an excuse to avoid the incident between me and the hermit?
Conflict?
Moreover... Janus, who has lost nearly half of his body, may really become the weakest apostle in our apostle association this time, Xiaosha is even stronger than him."
Thousand-faced Man smiled and said: "Of course I can be saved. Don't forget that I am famous all over the world for my mental abilities."
The magician nodded: "It would be great if he can be rescued. I believe that after this lesson, Janus will be more restrained in his usual speech."
The Thousand-Faced Man agreed with the magician's statement: "Indeed, we have been too used to him since he was born. This child relies on his spatial ability and has no idea what awe is. I believe he will grow up this time.
.”
Facing the Thousand-Faced Man's continuous echoes, the magician's expression gradually became weird: "You don't think that because you always agree with what I say, I won't ask about the hermit?"
The Thousand-Faced Man still kept smiling: "If you want to ask anything, just ask directly. As long as it is within the scope of my answer, I promise to tell you everything I know."
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What is ridiculous is that Re Ji died voluntarily due to the internal Dui Zi plan, and his disciples were destroyed by Ai Liang.
The calculations of both sides basically failed to deal an effective blow to the other party.
Heat Death's suicide attack only resulted in serious injuries that required the tyrant to recover for at least half a year.
If Ai Liang hadn't taken action to format the disciples, and if we had to count them, it would have been a small loss for the countermeasures bureau.
Judging from the results on the surface, a battle that has been planned for half a year is a lonely one.
Regardless of who is the winner in this battle, the magician with five-eighths of Janus's broken body has returned to the underground base where the tyrant was previously housed.
However, the place he went to this time was the lowest level of the base.
The physical clone of Thousand-Faced Man is waiting for him there.
The lowest level of the base is different from other places. Not only does it have a clone of the Thousand-Faced Man, it also has a spiritual concept of spatial confinement.
All spatial abilities are useless in the face of the hints arranged by Thousand Faces Man.
Anyone who wants to go directly to the lowest level through space ability will be teleported to other places under the suggestion of the Thousand Faces Man's spiritual ability.
Even apostles such as magicians and disciples are no exception.
Therefore, the magician could only take the remains of Janus and use the most primitive and simple method to get to the bottom of the base - take the elevator.
The moment the elevator door opened, Janus's broken body involuntarily floated out of the elevator and flew towards the figure in the center of the ground floor hall.
The magician followed him out of the elevator, and a pressure that was extremely unfriendly to the weird came from all directions.
Even the magician, whose combat prowess was among the best among the apostles, couldn't help but slow down.
The magician looked at the clone of Thousand-Faced Man: "I haven't seen you and your clone for a long time. I'm really not used to seeing your original appearance all of a sudden."
"If you want to see me, you can come here anytime."
The Thousand-Faced Man smiled and held Janus's broken body in his hands: "During my absence, you have worked hard to maintain the Apostles."
The magician shook his head: "It's hard work, but it's not hard work. It doesn't matter whether you are here or not. Anyway, everyone usually does their own thing and rarely encounters any trouble."
The magician lowered his gaze and looked at Janus in the hands of the Thousand-Faced Man: "Now that it has become like this, can it really be saved? Are you just looking for an excuse to avoid the incident between me and the Hermit?
Conflict?
Moreover... Janus, who has lost nearly half of his body, may really become the weakest apostle in our apostle association this time, Xiaosha is even stronger than him."
Thousand-faced Man smiled and said: "Of course I can be saved. Don't forget that I am famous all over the world for my mental abilities."
The magician nodded: "It would be great if he can be rescued. I believe that after this lesson, Janus will be more restrained in his usual speech."
The Thousand-Faced Man agreed with the magician's statement: "Indeed, we have been too used to him since he was born. This child relies on his spatial ability and has no idea what awe is. I believe he will grow up this time.
.”
Facing the Thousand-Faced Man's continuous echoes, the magician's expression gradually became weird: "You don't think that because you always agree with what I say, I won't ask about the hermit?"
The Thousand-Faced Man still kept smiling: "If you want to ask anything, just ask directly. As long as it is within the scope of my answer, I promise to tell you everything I know."