"Although the Crystal Clan is powerful, it has not yet reached the level where it can break through reincarnation. How could it be related to the Divine Chaos?" Han Sen was puzzled, and it was difficult to solve this mystery for a while.
But Han Sen knew one thing very well. Since Lokid said that the communication number on this card is valid before midnight, that means that after midnight, the Chaos Society will take action against him.
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Regarding the Divine Chaos Association, Han Sen did not dare to be careless at all. The existence that almost replaced the gods at the beginning would not be weaker than Qin Xiu.
And Han Sen was suppressed by the rules of the world. Even if he ignored God's warning and forced to break the rules of the world, he wouldn't be able to persist for too long.
Han Sen was studying the art of combining positive and negative while waiting for the arrival of midnight.
In an ancient house, Lokid was sitting quietly in the living room, looking at the grandfather clock in the living room, also waiting for that moment to arrive.
"Mr. Minister, just kill Han Sen. Why give him a chance?" Standing next to Lokid was a maid-like creature.
The reason why she is not said to be human is because there is a pair of black dragon horns on the top of her head.
Lokid smiled and said: "The reason why our Shen Chaos Union failed last time was because we underestimated the power of ordinary humans. This time we will naturally try our best to control the strongest among humans under our command. We will not do it again.
Give those gods a chance to take advantage."
"I see, the Minister is wise." She looked at Lokid with admiration like a maid and said.
Lokid sighed softly: "Han Sen was able to kill the Decapitated Queen and destroy the Decapitated Temple. This kind of strength is comparable to the Twelve True Gods. It's a pity that he can't be used by our Gods."
"The Minister is saying that he won't call? Then why do we have to wait?" the maid asked in surprise.
"Such a talent must be given a chance." Lokid said, looking deeply at the clock.
Time passed minute by minute, and when all the hands pointed to twelve o'clock, the clock sounded the time.
When the twelve bells rang, Lokid stood up from the sofa and sighed: "The Chaos Club has not had new blood and ideas for a long time. Originally, I was looking forward to a good start with Han Sen.
Maybe our product can create some sparks, but it's a pity..."
The maid's eyes widened and she looked at Lokid expectantly, her eyes swaying as she asked, "Is Mr. Minister going to use that?"
Lokid didn't answer, but slowly raised his right hand and stared at his palm seriously.
His fingers are slender and strong, and they look very beautiful. There are no scars, age or wrinkles on them. This is a palm that can apply for the hand model profession.
But at this time, black flames gradually rose up on this palm, as if it was the devilish energy from hell.
In fact, it wasn't just that hand, Lokid's whole body was burning with strange black flames. The expression on his face also completely changed. His eyes were full of fanaticism. When he grabbed the other palm in the air, there was actually an extra one.
White paper.
"The art of light and shadow, the passionate collision of life and imagination, bestows the most beautiful soul on the heartless thing... the silhouette of death..." Lokid murmured, but the black flames on his right hand quickly condensed, as if there was Han Sen's shadow there.
Beating in the black flames.
Han Sen, who was far away in the garden of the Ning family castle, seemed to have something in his heart. He couldn't help but look at his right hand and seemed to feel something, but the feeling just passed away in a flash.
"Could it be that...when I shook hands with Lo Kidd today..." Han Sen thought of something and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Lokid in the living room held his right hand, and the black flames condensed into a pair of scissors, which he held in his palm.
The next second, Lokid's eyes lit up, and the scissors and the white paper in his hands started to move at the same time. The movements were extremely fast and elegant, and he was cutting and dancing in one go. You can almost see the countless afterimages produced by his hands, just like a
It looks like a demon with many arms.
Almost instantly, the originally square white paper was cut into a human-shaped silhouette, and the white paper also turned black.
If you look carefully, you will find that the silhouette looks very much like Han Sen's profile. Even if it is just a black shadow without any facial features or expression, anyone who is familiar with Han Sen can recognize it as Han Sen at a glance.
"As expected of the Minister, no matter how many times I see it, the silhouette of death is so awesome." The maid looked at Lokid with admiration.
However, Lokid didn't seem to hear the maid's praise at all. He was still concentrating on it, staring at the silhouette feverishly, as if he was admiring his most outstanding work.
"It's such a pity that such an interesting soul has to disappear like this." As he said that, the scissors in Lokid's right hand suddenly turned into beating black flames, burning on his palm like the flames of purgatory.
Lokid glanced at the paper-cut again, and then moved it towards the black flames. The moment the paper-cut touched the black flames, it was immediately ignited, with his feet burning first.
At the same time, Han Sen's body in the garden spontaneously ignited without fire. Black flames surged from the soles of his feet out of thin air, wrapped around his feet, and spread rapidly up his legs.
The black flame was extremely weird, it looked like it was burning, but it didn't even burn Han Sen's clothes, nor was his legs and feet really ignited.
But Han Sen felt a kind of burning heat and pain from the depths of his soul, as if his feet had been burned to ashes. This made a determined person like him almost cry out in pain, his body was
Shivering.
Han Sen's expression changed greatly, and he immediately activated the Black and Yellow Sutra to extinguish the strange black flames, but the power of the Black and Yellow Sutra was completely useless against the black flames.
In just the blink of an eye, the black flames had burned down to the thighs, and it seemed that all sensation below the thighs had been lost. Although the legs were still there, there was no feeling or reaction at all.
Without hesitation, Han Sen summoned the God's Crown and put it on his head. He turned into a destructive God of Wealth and returned directly to the temple. He used the power of the temple and the God's Crown to fight against the black flames.
All this finally had an effect. Under the power of the gods, the black flame was suppressed and could not continue to spread. However, it was not extinguished and was still burning.
The same was true for the paper figurine in Lokid's hand. The black flame stopped at the thigh and did not continue to burn upward.
"Very good, let me, the paper god Lokid, see how far you can reach." Lokid's eyes seemed to burn all of a sudden, and black flames erupted from his eyes like a volcanic eruption.