This puppeteer is not normal

Chapter 255 Negotiations and Surnames

To say a spell that can bring the most simple and intuitive sense of oppression to ordinary people, every mage will have his own way of saying it.

Among them, many mages may vote for a spell.

Big Meteorite.

Although there is a gap from the real "killing you with a star", for ordinary people who are watching the meteorite coming from below, it seems that the speed is not fast, but it is basically impossible to escape the impact range at the moment of falling. Deep, fear.

As for the one on top of Fredazzar at this time, Aron's evaluation is: "It's far worse than pulling one directly from the universe."

But don't be too harsh on this one. After all, the "cosmic space" corresponding to this world is too dangerous. If you directly pull the real meteorite, it may not be the "big meteorite technique", but the "mythical creature summoning technique".

That being said, things moved a little too quickly this evening.

Aaron's original idea was to have a good talk with the Morley family, but judging from the situation of the three people who came forward to meet the enemy, it might be a little suspenseful.

Linked by blood, their bodies were severely eroded by blue branches, turning them into monsters mixed with a certain existence of divinity.

And the person who came to the door in the middle of the night, first came up to the door and the guards, and then made verbal threats. After the situation exceeded expectations, he immediately planned to fulfill the original ruthless words and smash the city with meteorites.

Where the hell did this grumpy old man come from?

Aaron, who wanted to watch a good show, but his eyes were pierced, sighed, and stretched out his hand to the sky.

One catch.

The huge boulder disappeared.

"Huh?" The figure was shocked, and then disappeared without hesitation through space teleportation.

"It's really decisive." Aaron said.

Shocking and running away at the same time, so cowardly.

"However, that 'person' just now was a puppet." Aaron thought thoughtfully.

His current "main job" is still a puppeteer for the time being, and both the operator and the producer are involved. If the other party has been showing on his face for so long and still can't see it, it is somewhat not good enough.

This should be the strongest puppet he has ever seen. It has spirituality, and it can be called a strong spirit.

"It's the God of Ingenuity... No, the puppet just now has a self-circulating operation circuit and no external connection. On the contrary, it's more like..."

The Shinra Gambit on Earth.

When the puppets that have undergone ingenious manipulation magic operate independently without the puppeteer, the remaining operating circuits will self-circulate, so even those out-of-control puppets are still operating with ingenious magic in essence.

It's just that Aaron has actually seen the God of Ingenuity on the Golden Continent. I don't know how this organization treats the dolls, and whether they will let the dolls get out of control.

Putting aside this question for the time being, Aaron turned his attention to the courtyard of the Morley family.

Those three people are almost out of human form, and through them, those green branches are still growing, eroding towards the surroundings.

However, if the Morai family dared to release people to fight against foreign enemies, Aaron would not believe that they were not prepared to deal with it.

Sure enough, someone soon approached, holding a silver double-edged ax in his hand.

Seeing that thing, Aaron's eyes widened slightly.

After getting close to a certain distance, he stopped, holding the handle of the ax with both hands, chanting something in a low voice, and after a while, he suddenly raised the ax with one hand.

A silver imprint flickered, and as the light spread, the three people suddenly let out terrifying screams.

"what!"

"help me……"

"Ugh!"

The surrounding cyan branches quickly withered under the brilliance of silver, and the remnants around them quickly disappeared, while the cyan branches near the three of them burrowed into the bodies of the three of them in an attempt to escape.

But the shining silver light is still effective for the three of them.

All the green branches on their bodies retracted into their bodies, and their bodies swelled and shrunk strangely.

The three of them prostrated themselves on the ground, and the blue liquid continuously flowed out from the seven orifices on their faces and the pores on their bodies, and the liquid was decomposed under the light.

When the flowing liquid gradually turned bright red, the caster waited for a while before slowly putting down the double-edged axe, and the silver light dissipated.

The three of them were relieved as if they were about to drown and breathed fresh air, and took a deep breath.

The person who had self-destructed before took a breath, and his face, which had been distorted beyond recognition, showed a hint of relief. He turned over and lay on the ground, his deep breathing became shallower and slower, and finally stopped.

The other two finally came to their senses and stood up with the support of the guards around them.

Looking at the companion who fought with him and died beside him in such a distorted posture, everyone present fell silent.

"He's dead." The man with the double-edged ax came and said in a deep voice.

After the body was shattered, it was forcibly spliced ​​together by the power of the cyan branches. Now the power of the cyan branches was restrained, his body lost its maintenance, and he lost his life directly.

"Yeah." One gasped and sighed.

The other person shook his head, turned his head away and didn't want to look any more.

"Take a good rest, thank you for your hard work," said the axeman.

"I don't want to rest. When I was young, I saw the puppet of the God of Ingenuity, so I can tell that the person just now is a puppet. Their power is beyond imagination. Although I don't know why the person withdrew, but the meteorite just now How many people will we have to sacrifice to stop it? What will the city do if it is blocked?"

The silent person suddenly spoke, and the emotions that had been pent up all the time lost control at this moment, and the questions were raised one after another, making the people around them speechless.

"What else can we do!? What's Fryer doing!" he snapped.

In the devastated courtyard, everyone fell into silence at this moment.

They don't know, how long will it be before this kind of day.

"It's annoying."

At this moment, a voice broke the silence.

A man in strange clothes appeared beside the crooked fountain, sitting on the edge of the fountain, and the sprinkled water could not wet his body at all.

Everyone on the scene became vigilant, and the two people who had been supported immediately pushed away the guards around them, ready to fight again at any time.

"I'm different from the one just now. I'm here to have a good talk with you. Of course, depending on your performance, I may have done more than the one just now. What do you think?" Aaron's voice was soothing, but It brought a more unbearable sense of oppression than the grumpy guy just now.

"Who are you?" the axeman asked in a deep voice.

"Don't care who I am, if you cooperate, I will try to help you. This is your last chance. You should know it in your heart, now whether it is inside or outside the city who want you dead and want your hidden secrets, Bibi It's all." Aaron didn't intend to argue with them, his goal was very clear.

I still have to take my own dolls on vacation. If I solve it one day earlier, I will have an extra day of vacation.

Seeing that they were still hesitant, Aaron said, "Look up."

The unquestionable tone carried an inviolable majesty, and everyone present raised their heads under his words.

Then, their field of vision was enveloped by a huge meteorite.

"It was confiscated just now. I am more merciful. I can precisely control its impact within your mansion without spilling out. Are you happy? Under my command, you can die alone instead of taking the whole city with you .”

"Your Excellency!" the axeman kept shouting.

And this title has undoubtedly expressed its attitude.

The meteorite above his head disappeared again.

The strangely dressed man in front of him didn't move at all, didn't have the slightest diffusion of magic power on his body, didn't have the construction of spells, and didn't have spiritual fluctuations.

All of this just seemed as simple as breathing to this person.

Strength speaks for itself, the other party can throw a meteorite down at any time to kill them, but now they say nicely that they want to help them, no matter what the other party's purpose is, they can't choose.

"Your Excellency, please follow me." The ax bearer said respectfully, bowing, and the sweat from the tip of his nose dripped to the ground.

god?
Only God has such great power.

Are there still walking gods in this world?

After obtaining Aaron's permission, the axeman led Aaron into the mansion, and at the same time, he quickly sent a signal to notify the owner.

Although the body trembled slightly due to the aftertaste of fear and felt weak, the ax bearer was not stupid. Perhaps the help promised by such a strong man could really bring hope to their Morai family.

His signals were quickly answered, too.

"Your Excellency, I will take you to meet our contemporary Patriarch, Friel Morley."

And Aaron looked around absently, and nodded casually after hearing the voice.

The ax wielder dared not be dissatisfied. Even though he had been in an extraordinary position in the Morai family for a long time, because he had been in a high position for a long time, he had a clearer understanding of the current situation than most members of the family.

The family is heading towards the abyss, and the effect of external forces is only to speed up the process.

But within their family, there was nothing they could do about what happened at this time.

While he was mourning, Aaron suddenly asked, "How many times has your family changed your surname?"

The axeman was a little puzzled by this question, but he didn't dare to be negligent. He recalled the genealogy he had read, and said, "About ten times."

"What was your original surname?" Aaron asked after knowing it.

The axeman was also stunned for this question, he really couldn't remember it clearly, but he was a mage with active mental power anyway, so he could recall it after digging a little.

"Freys."

(End of this chapter)