I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 77 Mortal Humility

The dazzling white light filled everything.

All Sophie could see was a vast expanse of white, as if she were in heaven.

At that moment, she thought her life had ended and she had reached the end.

However, the light quickly faded.

After everything faded away, all that was left was the dark cloakroom and the playing cards on the floor, and she was in a warm embrace, feeling the world spin when being carried around.

Sophie raised her head hard and finally saw the man's appearance.

It's Mr. Hermann!

She had just realized something was wrong and was about to struggle when she heard Mr. Hermann's unmistakable voice.

"do not move."

She is obedient.

But she didn't understand what was going on, and the angry roar of an old man made her even more confused about the situation.

"Damn mortal! Put her down!"

Along with the old man's angry roar, the huge cloak that was originally blocking them seemed to be torn into pieces by something.

But Mr. Hermann didn't stop at all. He picked her up and ran outside.

Seeing this scene, the old man became even more angry. He raised his hand and grabbed them, but he was far away, as if he was venting his powerlessness.

But Sophie knew immediately.

This is not a helpless action, but a real threat.

The surrounding shadows all seemed to come to life, like sharp blades, tearing everything in the cloakroom into pieces, and quickly extended towards them, as if to tear them apart too.

Seeing the shadow blade approaching rapidly, she couldn't help but close her eyes and buried her head in Mr. Hermann's arms.

Maybe, I am still in some fantasy.
As long as you close your eyes and take a nap, nothing will happen.

Sophie couldn't help but think so.

Everything she saw was beyond her imagination.

Wu Shuang didn't care about the movements of the girl in his arms, he just kept running.

He knew that the old man behind him valued the girl in his arms, so when he hugged the girl, he did not dare to attack without restraint, and could only use every method to try to force him to stop.

Of course, if given the chance, Wu Shuang also knew that the old man would definitely kill him.

Therefore, the girl is his talisman and a reminder of his death.

Wu Shuang casually put away the two light bulbs.

For the shadows in this situation, ordinary lights have no blocking effect at all.

All he could do was try his best to escape and interfere at the same time.

After all, with just ninety points of agility and a heavy load, there was no way he could escape the pursuit of the shadows.

Wu Shuang took off his bowler hat and shook it back hard.

Suddenly, playing cards like snowflakes sprinkled out from the empty top hat, covering the entire corridor with playing cards.

"Hmph, what a fancy deception."

Old John snorted coldly, controlled the shadow, and tore open the playing cards all over the sky, like a waterfall made of playing cards.

However, behind the waterfall, there were no two figures he wanted to see.

"Ok?"

Looking at the empty corridor, Old John gradually frowned.

At that moment, the mortal butler blocked his vision with playing cards, and took this opportunity to hide it somewhere.

However, considering the opponent's speed, he couldn't run very far in that moment.

But he also had to admit that this little trick of a mortal butler was of some use, but only a little.

Old John strolled slowly down the corridor.

This is not because he doesn't want to move faster, but because after using [Shadow Activation], his body is undergoing a huge consumption, and moving any more is a waste of energy.

Besides, while maintaining the shadow activation, he also had to cast another spell. 【Kama Weasel·Pseudo】

Invisible ripples spread to the surroundings as Old John stepped down, and countless more ripples returned randomly. Old John closed his eyes and began to feel the feedback brought by this spell.

Wu Shuang hid in a room next to the corridor.

There is always no shortage of rooms in this huge manor, which just provides him with a temporary hiding place.

Of course, he didn't expect to be able to hide it for long.

He was just waiting for another opportunity to continue his escape.

Sophie stayed in his arms, hiding in a utility room with Mr. Hermann, not daring to make a sound.

Although I don't know who the old man is, his behavior is obviously evil.

As for Mr. Hermann, he seems to be protecting himself now, which is exactly the opposite of his previous behavior.
What exactly is going on?

She looked at Mr. Hermann warily.

At the moment, Mr. Hermann is looking at the watch on his wrist very seriously. The moonlight shining in from the window just shines on his face, like a beautiful portrait.

Sophie gathered up her courage and was about to ask in a low voice what all this was about.

But Mr. Hermann seemed to have expected it. Before she could speak, he had already raised his hand and pressed it between her lips. Feeling the warmth coming from his fingertips, she couldn't help but be a little surprised. , but also inevitably a little shy.

This was the first time she had been so close to a man.

However, in the current situation, there is no need to worry about this small problem.

What she wondered was, what was Mr. Hermann waiting for?Why do you keep looking at your watch?

In the quiet night, a few insects occasionally came from the window.

In the depressing atmosphere, she could only hear her own and Mr. Hermann's heartbeats.

Outside the door, the blade turned into a shadow slowly sliced ​​across the wall, causing the sound of metal and stone rubbing against each other.

The old man was getting closer and closer.

Sophie made this judgment easily, but why was Mr. Hermann still motionless?

She looked at Mr. Hermann who was still looking at his watch in confusion, and she became more and more anxious.

Suddenly, Mr. Hermann moved!

"Oh, even a mere mortal wants to hide from under my nose?"

Old John smiled proudly and strode towards a room, while countless shadows rushed into it.

However, wait until he steps into the room and takes a look.

There was no one in this room filled with various exhibits. There was only a tape recorder placed on a glass display case, which was playing a very quiet recording. A playing card with a clown on it was just right. at his feet.

"hateful!"

Before Old John could get angry.

A figure rushed out of the room on the opposite side, spilling a bunch of things again.

This time it was no longer playing cards, but bright red petals all over the sky. The lights in the corridor also lit up one by one, as if welcoming some character to appear.

Old John angrily used the blade turned from shadow to tear open the petals all over the sky again.

But what I saw this time was the two people standing there.

"Why didn't you run away?" he asked gloomily.

He had to be a little more serious about this scheming mortal.

However, this mortal put down the girl in his arms lightly, and saluted with a smile: "Of course it is to show my humility as a mortal~ As a mortal, how can I compete with you? Of course, I want to find someone who can compete with you. Someone you compare yourself to.”

Before he finished speaking, Old John heard the sound of metal friction from armor coming from behind, getting closer and closer.

Turning around, he saw a knight in armor blocking his retreat.

In front of them, an illusory figure walked out of the wall, holding a sword and standing in front of the mortal housekeeper and the girl, and gradually solidified.

Damn it is a heroic spirit.
Old John's face became even more gloomy.

(End of this chapter)