The roar of hundreds of motorcycles was like thunder, rolling over.
The rumbling of the motorcycles crossed the hill and arrived at the small town.
"Rook."
This was an ancient town, an abandoned town.
"She came here."
Behind the red hair, thick fog appeared out of thin air. Governor Bohr quickly walked out of the thick fog. She closed her eyes and sensed. Standing on the hill, she looked down at the devastated town below and said with certainty, "She's here."
"Why is she hiding in such a broken place?"
The red hair knew this place.
A barren country, a barren town, there was no profit to speak of.
Back then, when he was still the "human-shaped nuclear bomb" hidden behind the scenes of the German Republic, he had received a mission: use the cruelest method to torture and kill a high-ranking official of this country.
In the end, the red hair's way of dealing with it was: he directly swaggered, kicked open the high-ranking official's door, killed everyone in the house, young and old, and nailed them to the wall with wooden stakes.
As for the high-ranking official himself, the red hair carefully broke every bone in his body. As the high-ranking official moaned weakly, the red hair's final punch shattered his skull.
This country was too weak.
They were always bullied.
"Strange, the magician's group of creatures, once they leave their territory, the power of their magic will be greatly reduced. Why is she here? "
Governor Bohr frowned. She felt that something was wrong.
The red hair entered the city first.
The city was not big, but it was not small either.
The soldiers he brought with him surrounded the entire city's main roads as much as possible. Once a suspicious person appeared, they would be the first to receive the news.
"Hey, she can't run away."
The red hair clenched his fists and stepped into the city.
Governor Bohr did not say a word. Being able to track the magician here was thanks to her tracking skill. Governor Bohr could leave a mark on the target she "came into contact with." This mark could last for an entire month at most.
Within a month, Governor Bohr could use the skill to sense the "general location" of the target.
Usually, Governor Bohr rarely used this tracking skill.
Usually, the target she wanted to track would be killed on the spot. Leaving the tracking skill? Was it unnecessary?
But this time was different.
According to reliable information, the magician hid a "legendary item" on her.
It was a treasure stolen from the Clock Tower.
There were already magicians in the Clock Tower and the Imitation Scarlet Sea. They were searching for Circia all over Europe.
This shouldn't be fake.
At that time, in Red Hair City, that woman took the initiative to come to him.
He said that he wanted to cooperate.
As long as Redhead was willing to protect her, she would voluntarily hand over the Legendary item.
According to her, the Legendary-level item was a product of the Mythological Revival and did not come from the Inner World.
In the jargon of magicians, the existence of the treasure itself was an inestimable "mystery".
"Search!"
Governor Bohr gradually disappeared into the smoke.
She walked into the dilapidated town.
When they came, they made too much noise.
The poor people in the town had already hidden in advance.
They were very experienced.
This group of people who had come here in such a grandiose manner was definitely up to no good, nor would they bring any good news.
Therefore, the empty streets were devoid of people.
Red Hair was like a bull in heat. He smashed the walls one by one and used the most violent method to search for Circia.
Circia's appearance did not fit in with the local residents of the town, so she was easily recognized.
At the same time.
Outside "Wuke Town".
Miriam, Griffin, Cyberras, Irin, and Gu Tianqing were stationed here.
Irin seemed to be in a good mood today.
Miriam was clearly not hungry, but Irin took the initiative to mention a big meal.
Miriam wanted to refuse, but Irin had already started cooking skillfully. The aroma wafted out … They were too fragrant!
So, Miriam sat quietly on the ground and waited for the meal.
Griffin and Cyberras looked at each other and communicated silently.
After a short silence, Irin's hand speed exploded. Dishes from foreign countries were served in front of them.
After he finished cooking, he said that he was tired and went to sleep at the side.
Although Griffin felt that it was strange, Irin had been in high spirits all the way. It was hard to imagine that he would feel "tired".
"He might really be tired."
Cyberras said calmly.
The few of them were soon immersed in the delicious food.
Only Gu Tianqing quietly rubbed her cards at the side and silently drew three of them.
"Divination".
This was a serious divination that Gu Tianqing had not done for a long time.
The ability of divination consumed a lot of energy. If he was not careful, he would suffer a backlash from his luck.
Unless it was a critical moment, Gu Tianqing would not blindly take advantage of it.
Gu Tianqing looked at the three cards that she drew and fell into deep thought.
"Should we go?"
Miriam was satisfied and secretly burped. This meal was too full. It was as if she had eaten two meals in one go. Miriam, who was full of joy, had a calm expression, like an ancient well without ripples. However, the ahoge on her forehead curled up greatly, almost curling up in a circle, like the number "0".
Everyone looked back. Irin still had his back to them. He was lying on the ground motionlessly, as if he was sleeping soundly.
"Not moving … Not moving?"
Suddenly.
Griffin reacted.
She suddenly jumped up from the ground. The barbecue fork in her hand was still stained with minced meat. Without any warning, she stabbed Irin's back.
"Tch."
The barbecue fork passed through Irin's body without any obstruction.
On the spot, Miriam and Cyberras were slightly stunned.
"Irin," who was skewered by the barbecue fork, suddenly shattered into specks of light and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Griffin gritted his teeth and said, "When did he learn the 'Projection Magic'?!"
After a moment of shock and anger, Griffin pulled out a gun.
Griffin suddenly pulled out a pistol from behind him. The muzzle of the pistol, which was loaded with Disintegration Bullets, was pointed at the back of Cyberras' head.
"What did you do?"
Griffin asked Cyberras with a murderous aura.
Cyberras closed his eyes. He did not make any defensive movements, nor did he avoid Griffin's muzzle. He calmly said, "I don't know about this."
Griffin clenched his teeth so hard that they creaked.
"We're already here. If we let him escape now …"
A terrifying thought flashed through Griffin's mind.
But at this moment.
"Boom!"
In Wuke Town.
There was a familiar explosion.
A mini mushroom cloud, with debris and debris, rushed into the sky.
The wind blew in all directions, messing up their hair.
Griffin stared blankly at the commotion coming from Wuke Town.
Cyberras sighed softly. "He's inside."
Griffin's expression first flashed with doubt and surprise, but then he was overjoyed. "Let's go in!"
Without waiting for Griffin's reminder, Miriam moved the fastest. With a flash of light, a close-fitting silver armor armor covered her body. She took the lead. The heavy armor shook the earth's crust. After a few seconds, Miriam had already rushed into Wuke Town.
"I should go in, shouldn't I?"
Gu Tianqing looked at Saiblas and Griffin with a smile.
Griffin's tone had a little more respect. He rarely bowed and said, "Mr. Gu, we need you."
Gu Tianqing's gaze flashed past the gun in Griffin's hand that was loaded with "Disintegration Bullets". It was unknown if it was intentional or not.
Griffin sharply noticed Gu Tianqing's gaze and quickly stuffed the gun back behind his butt.
"This is fate."
Gu Tianqing chuckled and stepped into Wuke Town.
…
About twenty minutes ago.
In Wuke Town.
It was a dilapidated house. It was unknown what had happened, but a corner of the roof had collapsed. Beams of sunlight shone in from the collapsed hole, providing the only light in the house.
Inside the house, there was a door and a window. However, the only window was nailed tightly with old wooden strips. The only entrance, the door, was also locked with more than ten locks from the back.
In the dilapidated house of about thirty square meters, there were more than ten people in ragged clothes squeezed in. Among them, there were children, old people, women, and men. They buried their heads deep in their knees and squatted back to back to provide each other with an insignificant sense of security.
Among them, there was a figure that did not fit in with the others.
Circia von Ainzberen hid her face in a cloak. She used a simple "Magic of Suggestion" to successfully become one of the refugees and hide here.
"Magic of Suggestion" was easier to succeed on the more unstable the target's mind was. Circia did not spend much magic power to successfully hint everyone in the house.
She lowered her head.
Avoiding the eyes of the refugees, she secretly pulled up a corner of the cloak.
Her hands were covered with dense "magic engravings".
The difference between the magic engravings on both hands was huge.
On her right arm, it was engraved with "Time Imperial Control".
This was a magic spell that placed a great burden on the body. The magic power consumption was also several times that of ordinary magic. Generally speaking, Circia would not use it easily.
It was also because she had the "Time Imperial Control" ancestral magic that she could escape from Munich City.
This was a terrifying magic spell that could change the "flow of time" in the body.
On her left arm, there were circles of strange lines that did not have any sense of symmetry.
In the center of the layers of engravings, which were on the inside of the forearm, there were seven unique square engravings.
Magic circuits and crystal pattern circuits had subtle differences in the basic core concepts.
The core of the crystal pattern was "circle", which represented a cycle.
The core of magic was "square", which represented the rules.
Of course, most of the magic engravings were not proper "square", but most of them were irregular patterns with curved corners. Core ideas were core ideas. Modern magicians had already derived many different disciplines from the foundation of magic.
Inside the seven square engravings, there were seven different abstract patterns. The patterns were some simple lines, but the artistic conception was in place. The things that were expressed were outlined by the lines.
The seven abstract patterns were respectively — —
"Sword", "Spear", "Bow", "Horse", "Staff", "Skull", and "Bull's Head".
It looked like a set of some war chess game.
But these were magic engravings.
Among them, the corresponding "Bow", "Horse", "Skull", and "Bull's Head" patterns lit up one after another after Circia entered Wuke Town.
The rest of the patterns were still dim.
Suddenly,
The pattern represented by the "Staff" also lit up.
"There are still two" Seats "that match the" Job Rank "."
In the darkness, Circia was like a lone wolf licking its wounds in a corner. She lowered her head, curled her limbs together, trembled slightly, and muttered to herself.
"I am very curious, what is a" Seat "?"
And at this moment.
Not long after the "Staff" on Circia's forearm lit up.
A calm voice rang out above Circia's head.
Circia's body trembled.
When she raised her head, the scenery in front of her suddenly changed drastically.
The sky was dark, the ground was barren, and the clouds were rolling.
Circia's vision blurred. When she came back to her senses, she had appeared in a strange space that was only black and white.
Not far away, a man with a smile on his face was "sitting" cross-legged in the air. His movements were relaxed. A little girl wearing a Victorian-style upper-class dress, but boldly changed it to hollow black silk material, was obediently floating behind the man, massaging his shoulders and back.
This strange scene made Circia's pink lips open in an instant. An uncivilized word floated in her mind.
But after a moment, Circia reacted. She looked around and said in surprise, "It's a Fixed Enchantment! How is it possible! "
Irin said calmly, "A Fixed Enchantment is a kind of magic that manifests the magician's own heart scenery. To a certain extent, in the magician's eyes, this is a kind of "Fixed Enchantment". But to an apostle, this is not something to be amazed at. Oh no, it seems that in the apostle circle, this kind of ability is quite rare. Not many people have it. "
Irin said. He agreed with Circia's "amazement". He did not continue on this topic and asked directly, "Time is of the essence, I only have one thing to ask you. For your safety, I hope you can answer truthfully. "
Click.
Two charged bullets were loaded at the same time. As Irin's psionic energy value quickly decreased, layers of charged bullets condensed in the magazine.
"Trust me, these two bullets will definitely hit your face." Irin raised his head. His eyes were terrifyingly calm, "Actually, from the beginning to the end, there was no" treasure "that was stolen from the Clock Tower, right?"
Circia's expression was even more shocked. She looked at the black magician who came from a foreign land. She did not expect him to tell the truth as soon as he opened his mouth. But after a moment, the shock on Circia's face disappeared. She let out a long sigh of relief and nodded, "Yes."
"So, from the beginning, this was a scam? There was no treasure that could take out the "Archetype Relic" from my body and return it to Miriam. " Irin frowned slightly, "But why did Barthamelo set up such a trap? I am very curious, what is the purpose of this? You deliberately led us to this place from the beginning. May I ask, is there anything special about this place? "
Circia shook her head, "Actually, there is." After she finished speaking, her crimson eyes stared at Irin. She asked curiously, "Before I answer your question, I really want to know, how did you find me?"
"Just one trick – feeding and asking for directions. This is just a small place. I delivered food all over the street. When I delivered the tenth person, I asked for directions. After all, it is very difficult for a suspicious person to not attract the attention of the town's refugees. Moreover, your "Magic of Suggestion" is not outrageous enough to cover the whole city. "
In the desolate evil space, Irin stepped on circles of dark ripples and came in front of Circia, "So, answer me. What is the purpose of you, Barthamelo, and the Clock Tower? "
"You're really not a qualified magician." Circia sighed and looked at Irin calmly, "As long as you are a magician, you should know the answer, respected black magician, Mr. Irin."
"Rustle rustle rustle —"
The next second,
Irin was stunned.
Because..,
Circia, as she spoke, without asking Irin's permission, actually shook off her cloak in front of Irin.
It turned out that Circia was not wearing anything under the cloak.
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