Bram opened his eyes wide, with a look of fear in them.
It wasn't that he didn't understand what was happening before him.
After all, Bram was very popular with Star Antimony in the ancient Parthian Kingdom, and had many high-status friends... Although the ability of the Pope's Guards was a secret to most people, he happened to be one of the few.
The next moment, his body suddenly exploded. His whole body turned into countless screaming and flying bats, dodging several arcs of light that were flying towards him.
And where he just disappeared, a gray cocoon bulged out of the void, and countless threads exploded in all directions, trying to control the papal guards whose cloaks turned into blood red.
The gray lines that erupted in all directions easily penetrated the walls of the house, causing dust to fly everywhere.
——But this kind of damage and control is completely useless to the Pope's Guards.
An illusory light shield appeared on their bodies, blocking all incoming attacks - it was the protection from the pure white saint.
When the attack failed, the gray cocoon immediately began to expand, emitting a dangerous aura.
At this moment, Aiwass suddenly took action.
As he waved his staff, the flames condensed into a golden-red flame butterfly and flew towards the table where the old troll was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
His pure white eyes followed him subconsciously, and he happened to see the embarrassed Bram holding the glass of wine on the table, raising his head and drinking it down in one gulp.
——It was only then that she realized there was a person squatting there!
Bram's stealth ability itself is not that strong, otherwise he would not be discovered immediately. But the constantly erupting and alienated gray cocoon subconsciously attracted the attention of others.
And whether it was a bat or a gray cocoon, they were actually nothing more than a cover-up... One of those bats was him. When people paid attention to the gray cocoon that appeared after the bats dispersed, he had already ran to the table.
This is not relying on extraordinary skills per se, but stealth accomplished through psychological techniques!
In fact, even Aiwass failed to notice it at the first time.
The first person to notice something was wrong was actually Lily - as early as the moment Bram disappeared, she immediately grabbed Aiwass's wrist and motioned for him to look aside.
Thanks to her quietly reminding Aiwass, he was able to notice that there was someone over there.
Under Aiwass's gaze, the flame butterfly had already flown past the old troll sitting cross-legged on the ground without saying a word, and was flying towards Bram, becoming gradually brighter.
At this time, Bram had already finished his glass of wine.
His pupils had turned dark red, and clusters of dark red colloid had condensed on his skin.
From the time Aiwass took action until now, just over a second has passed.
The flame butterfly suddenly erupted at this moment——
A vortex of flames as hot as a tornado expanded from the split flame butterfly, binding Bram tightly!
At this time, Aiwass could no longer care about the problem that fire damage would damage the sacred tree - he could only stop Bram first.
The roaring and expanding flame instantly attracted the attention of others.
But at the next moment, an abnormal expansion suddenly appeared in the fire storm.
A huge arm with red skin stretched out from it and tore the flames into pieces!
The man's body expanded rapidly, his eyes were red, and he roared like a wild beast.
His body surpassed all the elves in the blink of an eye, even reaching the height of the ceiling. He was over eight meters tall, and his skin was flowing with bright red blood like liquid flames. They were leaping like flames,
The time-slowing field around them burned through a hole, preventing them from affecting their rage.
He let out an angry, hysterical roar, and large runes suddenly appeared on his skin.
Illusive red shackles immediately appeared on his limbs, and they were as gentle as jade.
But then, they spontaneously ignited and turned into ashes.
The overwhelming momentum rushed towards him. The frightening power made him just wave his fist and the whole building began to collapse. He easily lifted off the burning roof and let it fly away like a meteorite.
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At that moment, Chunbai hesitated.
She looked at the red giant in shock, as if she had thought of something.
But the younger papal guards showed no reaction at all.
They immediately lined up and let out a sharp blast:
"——Damn it, it's the remnant of a giant!"
"Your Majesty Archbishop, please step back!"
"Protect civilians! Protect Her Royal Highness the Saint!"
"You protect the archbishop, I will take the lead!"
In just an instant, the four guards divided into two groups. One group continued to fight the giant, while the other group immediately retreated and protected Aiwass and Pure White.
At that moment, Aiwass opened his eyes wide.
He knows this guy!
——This is a difficult BOSS in the late version 2.0, "Wildfire Giant Utgaloch"!
However, its height seems to be shorter than the real "Wildfire Giant Utgaloch"... and much weaker than the demon-like aura that destroys the world.
but why……
Isn't "Mr. Wine" Bram Stoker?
The moment he entered the room, Aiwass could see clearly. He indeed looked like a human youth, and his age characteristics were consistent with the Bram that Sherlock had mentioned before.
"It's that glass of wine!"
Aiwass immediately thought of the glass of blood wine he just drank.
When he was attacked, he had clearly distracted the attention of others through deceitful techniques.
But his first reaction was not to run away, but to come over and drink the glass of wine...
As soon as Bram drank this glass of wine, he immediately turned into a giant; he also turned into a bat for a moment, and this is obviously the ability of the Moon Child; he can also use gray spider silk, and this is an adaptation.
The power of the Tao... Coupled with his identity as a writer and his background as a legal practitioner... these are already several levels of Tao!
"...It is the power of 'stealing' that adapts to the path."
At this time, Chunbai finally figured it out: "Don't be nervous, he is not a real giant."
Saying that, Pure White stretched out her right hand towards the giant Bram.
The next moment, an old, shabby wooden door suddenly appeared in front of her.
As the wooden door suddenly opened with a creak, the pure white cold wind howled out and filled the entire house in an instant.
Accompanied by the roar of an angry dragon coming from afar, the extremely cold wind pouring out from the door covered the entire house with a layer of frost. Together with the ground that had just been ignited by Aiwass, the flames were burning on it.
They were all extinguished together.
The giant kept clenching his fists and hitting the Pope's guards, but it became slower and slower at a speed visible to the naked eye. What was originally an instant action was extended to half a second, which allowed his attack to be easily dodged.
An arc of light slashed through the air, and the giant's right arm was cut off!
The clenched fist flew into the sky like a pillar, and shattered into countless tiny gray bugs in the air. His second punch became slower and slower, and eventually the entire giant was frozen in place.
The next moment, the giant's body suddenly shattered. Countless flying gray winged insects scattered in all directions and disappeared into the air.
——All these are just "lies".
Bram, who turned back into a human body, stumbled forward a few steps in embarrassment. His hands and feet were bound by more than a dozen threads of light, and he was hung in the air.
"Damn it, if I come a little later..."
His eyes were full of unwillingness: "I'm not ready yet, how could I-"
"--be honest!"
The angry Pope's guard punched him in the face. Bram suddenly swayed, swinging randomly in the air like a puppet pulled by a rope.
Sherlock on the side reacted: "It's that glass of wine!
"If he was ready, he would not have kept the wine. That only means that his ceremony has not been completed yet -"
"Your Highness the Saint, is he the curser who set the trap?"
Another papal guard turned around and asked with some vigilance: "Be careful of his accomplices!"
Hearing this, Bram was stunned for a moment.
He suddenly looked at the old troll who had been sitting quietly in the corner.
Even after he had just turned into a giant, the guy sat motionless and slowly ate fried chicken.
The old troll slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at Bram.
He was neither surprised nor happy, as if he had expected it.
He just slowly raised his head and straightened his stooped back a little.
"puff."
The old troll spat out two bitten chicken leg bones. The broken bones, mixed with the foul-smelling saliva, flew onto the face of Bram who was hanging in the void.
"It's me, I surrender."
Then, the old troll spoke in very standard Elvish language: "It's Zumaidi who I cursed."
