I've Traveled Through Hundreds of Worlds at Once

"I'm sorry, Wang, our members of the Red Copper Black Cross went to the airport to investigate and found that the outlander had left the airport and disappeared."

The middle-aged man named Paul bowed his head and apologized. He was Erica's uncle, the chief commander of the Red Copper and Black Cross of the magic society, Paul Brauntree.

"It doesn't matter, it's normal for you to find it. How could the old man who defeated the Marquis of Vauban be found so easily?" Tony didn't care much, and said with a heartless smile.

Paul looked at Tony, who was smiling like a husky, with a normal expression.

"Let me find that guy myself. By the way, he should still be in Milan, right?" After Tony laughed, he suddenly remembered something, and asked eagerly with the light of 'wisdom' in his eyes.

Paul looked at Tony, who was possessed by great intelligence, with a strange expression on his face.

It was a man wearing glasses who appeared behind Tony and asked, "How do you plan to find that outlander?"

"Then needless to say, of course I use my authority!" Tony replied without hesitation.

"You're so big! Can't you just be quiet?" Hearing Tony's answer, the man with glasses roared behind him.

"Andre, why did you come in?" Tony, who was sprayed with blood, scratched his hair and asked with a sunny face.

"You bastard, don't try to change the subject for me! You just said to use power! You want to use [Rampage of Steel] in Milan!"

[Steel Runaway], the power that Salvatore Tony usurped from the son of Ares, the god of war in Greek mythology [Phobos].

All "props that gallop on the ground" such as horses, carriages, and cars can be awakened to worship Tony as the leader, and the legion can command them to attack, assault, and run wild.

To put it simply, let the car awaken its self-awareness and become his dependent, which can exert a very powerful effect and cause huge destruction and panic in cities with many vehicles.

"Well, don't be so angry," Tony, who was scolded, looked at the mad glasses man Andre, and comforted him with a smile.

Paul on the side looked at this funny scene and shook his head, knowing that there would be no time to end this lecture for a while.

He picked up the phone and continued to make calls, informing his members of the magic association that they were searching for the trace of the outlander.

At the same time, on the other side, in a certain old castle on the outskirts of Milan, the Marquis of Vauban, who was stabbed through the heart by Yihui, still maintains the form of a wolf.

The huge penetrating wound on his chest is slowly recovering at an unusually slow speed.

The Marquis of Vauban sat on the throne, listening to the report of a silver-haired girl with her head bowed and wearing a blue vertical striped shawl.

When he heard that Yi Hui's whereabouts had not yet been tracked down, Marquis Vauban's emerald green animal pupils shone with a cold light, his brows were furrowed, and he said with a trace of impatience, "Have you not found that guy's whereabouts yet?"

Sensing the displeasure of the Marquis of Vauban, the silver-haired girl quickly replied, "Your Majesty, please calm down. We, the Bronze Black Cross, are searching with all our strength, and we will definitely find that outlander as soon as possible!"

"Krannichar, I only give you one day, within one day, you have to use your spiritual vision to find that guy"

"If you can't find out the whereabouts of that guy! You know what will happen to you Bronze Black Cross!"

The Marquis of Vauban said hoarsely.

"One day!", the silver-haired girl's face turned pale, and she couldn't help shouting, this time is really too short.

"What? Do you have any opinions?", the Marquis of Vauban snorted coldly.

"No," the silver-haired girl quickly replied.

"Then hurry up and find it!", the Marquis of Vauban scolded.

"Yes", the silver-haired girl hurriedly retreated with her head down, leaving only the Marquis of Vauban in the hall of the castle.

And in an ordinary residential building in Milan, a local Milanese was hypnotized, and Yi Hui, who lived in his home, was lying in the guest room, using runes to slowly heal the hidden wounds in his body.

"It is estimated that all the means of transportation such as planes, trains and ships in Italy are not available. At present, we can only leave Italy first, and then go back to France or Switzerland by plane."

Yi Hui maintained the treatment process, looking at the ceiling and thinking about his next itinerary.

When he went out, just in case, he specially bought three stabbing guns, one spare, and the spare spare. Now that he has used up one, he still has two left.

The two stabbing guns fired at once, although they couldn't kill the godslayer, they were enough to injure him so that he couldn't continue to chase him.

As long as you don't get too unlucky and meet the Marquis of Vauban and the King of Swords with mental retardation at the same time, you basically don't have to worry about returning from Italy.

Four thousand word chapters.

Chapter 687 The Uncrowned Godslayer (Two in One)

Late at night, the urban area of ​​Milan was brightly lit, and the main road leading to the international airport in the urban area was blocked.

Erica led a group of magicians and knights from the Red Copper and Black Cross to use magic to explore carefully on this road that has gone through a great battle and has become dilapidated and full of ravines.

Trying to find a trace of clues on this battlefield, and repeating the same tricks to track down the traces of Yihui, so as to complete the order issued by the sword king Tony.

Otherwise, if the planes and trains in and out of Italy are all suspended for a whole day, the damage caused may be greater than that of Sardinia being flooded.

It's just that their group of people has been fighting here for several hours, but they still get nothing.

"Miss, I still haven't found anything." A group of magicians who had worked hard for a long time reported to Erica Hui wearily.

The outlander's remaining aura, magic hair, and the fragments of the disintegrated god-killing spear were all missing.

"Everyone has worked hard." Erica looked at the tired people and sighed in her heart.

The strong man who can defeat the Marquis of Vauban really does not leave traces so easily.

Erica was about to lead the magicians back to rest, when suddenly a familiar figure crossed the cordon in the distance, attracting Erica's attention.

It was a girl who reminded people of a fairy, with a delicate and upright appearance, but an extremely tense expression, giving off a cute and majestic look at the same time.

The girl tied her long silver hair into a ponytail and let it hang behind her, wagging like a tail as she walked.