Versatile Mage

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I don't know why, when the Blue Bat or the Nine Apostles of the Black Holy See, Mulberry had no hesitation in the autopsy process. He took the knife up and down and straightened it out.

But Mu Bai's hand was trembling this time as he took out the blue bat's eye.

Every time I think of this member of the trial as fearless as a bee, my heart adds awe and guilt to her.

So is Movan.

Why can't I detect the identity of the Blue Bat earlier?

Even if she disguised herself well enough to better penetrate the Black Holy See, she could speculate from her actions.

“It is indeed a crystal ball of chaos, and there must be quite an important message in it.” May Meng have lost some control of his voice.

“I'm going to check it out now.” Mulberry said.

“I'm with you.” May Mongolia keep pace with Mulberry.

Movan didn't follow.

Standing on this anatomical table, which was originally used by the school to dig the bodies of mountain people, is now lying with a woman who complicates Movan's mood to the extreme.

There must be some very important information in the eye.

That's for sure, Movan.

But Movan wanted to take a closer look at the blue bat.

It's shameful that even her real name doesn't know anything, whether it's a blue bat or a bee spur, it's code-named.

“I know it's no use telling you now, but thank you very much for everything you've done for us and for believing in me.” Movan sat beside her and spoke to herself.

Movan clearly remembers seeing the Blue Bat for the first time in order to penetrate inside the Cold Lord and confront a group of members of the Black Holy See and disguise himself as a deacon in blue as a dying man.

At that time, the vultures were eating their faces.

Maybe she already knew who she was, and she saw her determination so similar that she believed in herself.

“I know there will still be traitors in the trial, or hiding in the upper echelons. ”

“Don't worry, I'll find him! ”

“The bee prick you left on the enemy...”

“We'll find it too! ”

Movan did not believe in God, because of his own experience, he only wanted to be a demon, a maniac who would throw the beasts of the Black Holy See into hell.

But at this moment, for the first time, Movan expects himself to be a God.

Even if only to guide the dead into heaven such a small divine skill.

……

More villains can be sent to hell.

Unable to introduce a respected person from the heart into the clouds.

Movan stayed here and spoke to the Blue Bat late, hoping she would walk peacefully.

May she be completely relieved.

No more unaccompanied and difficult freedom between the Holy See and the Trial Chamber.

At the same time, the death of the Blue Bat proves how ridiculous those so-called belief theories of the Black Holy See are at their bewitching heart.

The heart of man, as long as it persists, is pure all the time.

The blue bat has reached the rank of disciple, and her heart has not been infected in half.

The determination to defeat the Black Holy See is even less shaky!

For the first time, Movan admired a woman so much, and vowed never to fail her!

……

Looking down from the sky, the fine clouds are slowly gathering towards the center, as if the painter were painting his painting a little.

The Hot River is the demarcation line of this vast land, with its dead old trees, dusty roads and small factories filled with waste materials.

On the other side, the tropical plants are lush and lush, and the railroads and highways travel reasonably through the woods, perpendicular to the hot river to the city of Larocene.

The clouds grew thicker and thicker, and a man who looked nothing like a homeless man stood at the end of a tumultuous hot river, gazing at the lush garden world across the shore.

On top of his head, a cloud cave appeared.

At this moment, the clouds have shielded the entire hot river from flawless white to gray.

As soon as the grey clouds appeared, the haze drove away the sunshine, and the hot river water was no longer green, like the ink poured on a large truck.

The cave is facing the homeless man's head, clearly the whole sky doesn't have a slight crack in the cloud, and here he is, forming a very standard oval, like having a pair of sky eyes that need to look at what's about to happen.

This is the day of the All-American Open at the Sacred College of Ojos.

It is also in the face of such a wind and cloud mutation that the racetrack scene has been cooled by the clouds and cold winds.

People also expect to watch the magnificent magic battle outside the Grand Juro Arena. In addition to people from the Andean Federation, people from other cities in other countries are coming...

An open magic duel, or higher rank, is no worse than holding the World Cup!

People are excited to pour into the city, and even if the city is not well taken care of, it also brings such a bad weather.

The city was filled with fierce demonic winds, dust and plastic bags were always raised on the streets, and trees and billboards swayed.

“Duh duh!!! ”

An easy-pull tank hit a sedan parked on the side of the road and the car sounded a thrilling alarm.

The owner rushed out, thinking there was a car thief, roaring angrily.

Meanwhile, a large group of high school students from Brazil, led by their teachers, are moving neatly and in an orderly fashion towards the arena.

They were one of the visitor schools invited by the Holy School of Ojos, and the wind swept up the girls' uniforms, so the boys kept laughing back and the girls walked in their skirts.

“It's going to rain, probably from the Pacific Ocean, and I don't know how to jump over the Andes to get here.” Someone at the roadside pavilion said.

“Rain is troublesome, everyone hides in the rain, the car keeps honking, and you can't go to the game. ”

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As he raised his head, a cloudy raindrop fell, and the sky was covered in dense numbness.

At the moment when the first showers fall, the sky will be turned into a kaleidoscope by the rain, followed by the sound of slapping the ground, the sand like an oil pan.

Cold air stormed and the wet and cold smell spread.

……

Mofan, Zhao Manyan and Mubai are leading their nine Chinese camp delegates into the main course, with Pauline's smile in the long dress at the front and the Chinese flag on her hands.

Heavy rain poured over the racecourse tempered glass dome like a needle and arrow.

The people in there were very emotional, after all, the National Open, and they were there, and all the recordings were impossible to record the magic.

So watching the game live on TV and on the Internet is like watching a magical movie with no special effects, a bunch of psychopaths.

Movan's face is incredibly heavy at this moment.

Rain.

cannot help but let the soul tremble in the rain.

In the last two experiences...

Almost every drop of rain represents a living life.