Soul of Negary

Calanche was a little flustered. After all, his biggest backstage, March, was now paralyzed on the ground, suffocating his face like a constipation, he couldn't even open his mouth.

Field didn't think that borrowing the hole brought by that spirit would be so easy to use, he had a feeling of making money.

"Killing these two people can cause a qualitative change." Field knows that there are many people who know his name in colleges, but people who fear this name probably only know about 5% of them.

Those people who trust organizations such as the Master’s House, in their eyes, he is a clown, and he seems to be very powerful, but once the superior is serious, he is just a guy who can be cleaned up, Such people are naturally not worthy of fear.

But once he kills the people in the Master's House, the meaning is different. His danger rises sharply. Those who know more or less will have anxiety. With anxiety, then the fear is not far away.

The information obtained from it gave Field his ambition. He knew that if he could become a synonym for fear in the whole city and even the whole world, he could also become a god.

If he can't do it, he will be a clown.

By killing these two people, you can disintegrate Log's last resistance and gain more fear.

Carranci stretched out his sharp nails and directly scratched his fingers, some blood splattered out, then turned into a red cone and flew toward Field.

Even the blood magic mastered by Marche's vein is to integrate the magic power into his own blood, relying on blood to carry all kinds of magic.

"You're too tender." Field's black gas was disturbed, and his hand directly held the blood cone, and the black gas wrapped around the blood cone and dispersed into powder.

A wide hand directly held Calanche's neck, and a bloody, magical blood skin swelled under Calanche's skin. The magic blood solidified under the skin and turned into the strongest armor.

The sound of broken glass rang in the neck, and Field raised his hand. The black gas surging on his body converged towards this hand, and at the same time his mouth slightly curled and said, "Are you feeling the breath of death? He is calling you, your Death sign is shining."

"Don't expect to scare me." Carranci felt that the protection of the skin layer was broken a little. The time limit of the blood skin is limited. Even if the blood skin is not broken at the time, it will be fatal. After all, people are just People, using magic power can do many things, but after all, there are still some things they can't do.

This blood clotting spell interferes with the normal operation of life. If it is not lifted within the effective time limit, it will only damage your life.

"But your heart is not like this, he is telling me that you are afraid of death, you are afraid of me." Field's black gas was more and more then a punch fell, and Carranci's skin cracked like an inch. Spider web in general.

Marche's face became more and more red, and all his energy was put on the operation of the conditioning circle. If at most it was some slight backlash, and now if the conditioning is not good, it is the magic vortex, all of them will Was crushed.

And now a multiple choice question is placed in front of March, either watching his son die in front of him, and then being killed by the bastard again, or giving up adjusting the magic circle, triggering the magic vortex.

All feelings are thrown away. From a rational point of view, the second choice is correct, but if you add those messy things, which one is correct becomes blurred.

"It seems that I didn't come at the right time." Suddenly a voice sounded, and Field frowned and saw a man in his twenties with a scar on his body, a cold look, and he didn't panic about the situation now.

"Cade come to help." Kalangi recognized the man, his brother, the leader of the silt organization, and the same one who was abandoned by March.

"Teacher you taught me,

"Dear Mr. Field, I don't think you mind if I take something away." Card first finished talking to Field, and went directly into the secret room: "Teacher, my inferior garbage man naturally wants to be with You are the kind of person who puts aside the relationship."

"Please, please." Field is not stupid. He is very easy to deal with a Carranch. If another Card is given, it may happen. Most of the Master's treasures are not needed by himself, so Field does not intend to provoke the enemy for no reason. Even if Card is to be feared, he will have to wait until this is done.

"Carter, you couldn't win me for this reason!" Carranchi turned around and immediately stimulated Carter. The reason why Card chose to die is not because he lost to himself, resulting in inheritance. Was it deprived, with this stimulus, maybe Card can make a change.

"No, no, for the teacher, my character is what he needs. The only reason I lose to you is that our blood is different." Card put away the treasures of the masters and said, "I I have followed my teacher since I was a child. I know what a teacher looks like when I was young, and I know the teacher very well. The so-called best friend who surpasses him at least is your "father."

"Teacher, your fictitious things really exist, and it also affects the fate of you and your son." Card said that without too much greed, he left with something.

Leaving the unsupportable Marche, and the bloody armor that gradually broke.

With the roar and the laughter of Field, Card walked out of Marche's circle, passing by Bradley's body, with an unprecedented clear look and a smile on his face.

"Ffield, Braley, Brewer, Carranci, Gee, if I really guessed right, that person is really horrible." As he said, the smile on Card's face gradually closed, because that It is not a good thing for him to be so horrible.

A dangerous sense appeared on Card, and he realized that he was now facing a choice. In the garbage man, he realized the crisis, took March's hand, became his disciple, and escaped The fate of all other garbage people and children were sacrificed by blood.

Now there seems to be a new crisis.

So Card changed his route and came all the way to Mobis College. He saw a carriage being docked there, as if waiting for someone.

When the footsteps stopped slightly, Card stepped forward and knocked on the wooden frame of the carriage. He said slowly, "Master Negri, I am..."

Before Carter finished speaking, the carriage curtain was lifted, revealing Negri's face, and the smile that had a windfall.

"I'm going to the banquet and I just miss a driver. Is Card interested in working for me?"

Card is cold, he has not directly contacted Negri, but Negri has already said his name, which at least shows that Card is in his observation, which can also explain a lot of things.

There are not many coincidences in this world, and how to choose is already certain.

Carter bent down and saluted Negri and said, "It is an honor to serve you."

The carriage went away. I don't know when the golden ball lying on Card's neck returned to Negri. Negri and it admired smart people who knew how to improve.