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The night is like water.

Vasily felt that he was a fish in the water. Under the power of the spell, he quickly flew through the obstacles and finally stopped in front of a common courtyard.

Glancing around, there was no one. Vasily quickly pushed the door into the courtyard, then into the room, and lifted an iron plate in the corner to reveal a downward passage.

Looking at the passage, Vasily touched the iron earrings hanging on his ears, his eyes flashed, and took a deep breath to go down.

...

"Da da da……"

Walk along the passage to the end and enter a secret room. From the secret room, there are several passages leading to different places, and the places leading to it are connected to other rooms and passages.

In short, the entire underground space is extremely complicated, like a maze.

Vasily was not very familiar with this place, but he didn't get lost. According to his memory, he followed the familiar route all the way, and soon came to a hall.

In the hall, many people were busy, and occasionally someone looked at him and said, "Vasily is back."

"Well." Vasily nodded, looking at the corner of the hall, sitting behind a table, a busy man dressed in blue-Gibran, the steward of the East Coast.

As if feeling Vassily's gaze, Gibran stopped working in his hands, looked over, and asked Vasily, "How is it going?"

"It's almost exactly what you expected. The other party has gathered all the people who can concentrate. The other wizarding organizations have also brought a lot of members, and the time for the hands-on is very ripe." Vasily quickly responded.

"That's good." Gibran nodded, thought for a moment, and clapped his hands in applause. "Okay, everyone will come together and make a plan."

"Yes."

Everyone in the hall immediately gathered to Gibran's side, among them were Somen, Mukuni and others, as well as other members. After Vasily looked at it, he leaned in with him and brought a gust of wind behind him.

Gibran stood up from his seat and glanced at everyone. There wasn’t a lot of verbosity, and he simply said: "You should understand very well that we have been busy all the time for one purpose. To achieve our purpose, White Rock City 1. The White Rock Tower must be won-this is a starting point. Only by winning here can the rest of the wizarding organization be better deployed.

Therefore, there is absolutely no accident in Baishi High Tower here.

Now that the wizards of the White Rock Tower have concentrated almost all their strength, let's help them. I decided that after three days, we started to act. "

Gibran's bloodshot eyes were sharp at this moment, "Three days later, I asked everyone to participate, and then destroy them in batches, attracting the attention of the Shiraishi Tower, and dispersing their power, and then Full attack.

At that time, everyone will take the task to eliminate the corresponding target and wipe out all the wizards in White Rock City. The reason why I decided to do this, instead of concentrating the wizards together, is mainly to prevent the other party from breaking through. Even if most of them can be left behind, but a small group of people escape, the impact is not very good. Understand? "

"Understood!" everyone said in unison.

"Then..." Gibran nodded, just about to continue talking, and suddenly stopped like a jam. As soon as the atmosphere in the hall was condensed, many people had not responded, and the temperature began to drop sharply.

Gibran's face became extremely serious, as if there was something that made him extremely angry, and he looked coldly at a place... a person.

"Goodong!"

Vasily swallowed extremely unnaturally. Although he could easily kill the three wizards of the White Rock Tower, he was very nervous at the moment, and even had a feeling of incontinence-Gibran looked at him.

"Gibran is in charge, you..." Vasily tried to calmly ask, but anyone could hear his voice trembling.

Gibran didn't answer Vasily's words at all. His eyes kept staring at Vassily. He didn't see any movements at the next moment, and went directly to Vassily's side.

Vasily's hair stood up, and he felt a terrible energy slowly brewing from Gibran's body. Once it burst out, he would definitely blow him into pieces.

Vasily was frightened, extremely frightened, and had no idea why. His brain flew, searching for what he did wrong.

However, what he did was in accordance with the rules. Even if there were some small mistakes, he would not be killed in front of so many people?

It is true that for people like him, death is not real death at all, and there is a chance that they can be resurrected in the future.

But I was afraid that because of some reasons, the organization made some treatments, so that he had no chance of resurrection.

Then death is equivalent to...complete obliteration.

Why is this happening?

Vasily thought hard, but couldn't understand anything, and Gibran reached out to him.

"Snapped!"

Gibran's hand fell on Vasily's body.

Vasily felt that his entire body was stiff. Although Gibran had not attacked, and he also had the ability to resist, he did not have any courage to resist. He knew very well that if Gibran really wanted to kill him, then any of his resistance was meaningless, and it was just a ridiculous struggle.

But...why is this happening?

Vasily's mind was exploding, and he still couldn't understand it.

At this time, Vasily felt a force from Gibran's hand. Before the next moment, he was turned away by Gibran.

Ok?

Vasily froze.

When I turned my head to realize what I saw, Gibran's eyes shrank into two black spots, staring at the air behind his original position, and his expression was extremely scary.

A terrifying breath burst out of Gibran's body, and the power of destruction was brewing to the extreme.

this is……

Misunderstanding, it turned out that Gibran did not want to kill him at all.

Vassily thought.

But why did Gibran react so much? What's so strange about the air behind him?

Vasily was very puzzled, and many people in the hall were also puzzled.

Gibran didn't make any explanation~www.readwn.com~ Just stared at a mass of invisible air for a long time...

"call--"

Suddenly, Gibran exhaled, the breath exploded in his body converged, and the brewing destruction energy completely dissipated, returning to normal. Turning his head, Gibran looked at the doubting people and said, "Well, it's nothing. I just remembered a little thing just now, and I'm a little bit sick."

"Then..." someone asked carefully.

"Now that the matter is resolved, let's... continue to the meeting." Gibran walked back to where he was, squinting at the hall, and slowly speaking to the crowd, "We revise some plans..."

"amount……"

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