Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

And in a dark room, Araya Zonglian and Cornelius Aruba also felt the power that shook the earth.

"Damn, the Familiar was burned!"

The blond man in red roared with a red face, and his gloved left hand was exuding a trace of white steam.

His unique ancient contract facilitator has excellent concealment, and the only drawback is that when it is destroyed, it will also bring certain damage to the magician himself.

But Aruba, who regards the body as a replaceable shell, is obviously not in a hurry for that little pain.

He took a step left and right, and the restless look made Huangye Zonglian frown.

"It is inevitable that the clock tower magician you called will be destroyed. The opponent is the god of ancient Persian Zoroastrianism, the god of victory sung in "Avista", how can human magicians compete against each other ." He said in a normal tone.

"Of course I'm not because of this..."

Aruba said with a distorted expression, the magician's defeat was also within his expectations.

It was something else that troubled him.

"The one who appeared there this time was the lord of the Clock Tower, the head of Bathermelo. I lured her out with the "human god" message, and it was nothing more than asking that woman to help us detect the enemy.But, but... in the final flames that fell from the sky, I couldn't be sure if the woman was dead! "

"What does the death of the Lord of the Clock Tower have to do with me?"

"Of course it has nothing to do with you Araya!"

Aruba raised his voice: "Because it was me who seduced her! Cornelius Aruba! If that woman is still alive and realizes that I have deceived her, then use the name of "Bathemello's" strength……"

To treat someone whose strength and power are higher than one's own as a spearman, of course, bear the risk of anger and revenge after being found out.It's good that Lorelia died, at most it was just a storm where "the master of Barthemelo died in the far east". If Aruba and the Cornelius family behind him survived, they would die very quickly. ugly.

How can this not make Aruba flustered.

"Stupid guy. Compared to Bartholomew, the clock tower should have a lot of chess pieces to discard for you, but you chose the most dangerous one."

Araya Zonglian ruthlessly criticized his former classmates.

Aruba's skill and magic level are top-notch, only IQ makes the monk worry, so that he doubts whether it is right or wrong to tell him this.

"Damn... Who made any woman look down on me..."

Aruba gritted his teeth angrily, but did not refute Araya Zonglian's criticism. He really did not do well in this matter.

"I have to get a closer look at the battlefield."

"Aruba, has the panic made you lose your ability to think normally?"

Alan Ye Zonglian's distressed voice carried a hint of ridicule.

"The God of War, who has just experienced the battle, is keen. After all, it is a god. We can't know if it has any detection capabilities that we don't know. You are just giving your life away in vain."

"Then what should I do?!" Aruba was a little exasperated. "Waiting here?"

"Exactly," said Kuroye Zonglian.

"No matter what the result is, it will not affect us. It is according to the original plan. The most urgent task now is to break the two ceremonies."

The resistance of the gods has not yet affected the person he cares about most, but the perfect balance of yin and yang of the two rituals makes Araya Zonglian a little annoyed.

Balance stands for perfection and blockade, if the door of the road cannot be opened, then the road itself does not exist.

"Humph."

It seems that he obeyed the words of Araiya Zonglian, and the red-haired blond man sat down honestly, his expression changed in the dim light, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Kuraya Zonglian closed her eyes again and sat quietly waiting.

-

Because the place destroyed by "White Horse" is far from the city, even if the police and firefighters are fast, it will take about ten minutes to arrive.

Rope stepped on the flames, bypassed the corpses that were burned to ashes, and walked in front of Lorelia.

Lorelia's maroon single ponytail was scattered, and her face was a little black and gray.Some of her off-white senior coat was burnt off, and she looked very embarrassed as a whole, but fortunately, the injuries were only minor injuries. The coma was caused by the lack of oxygen caused by the flames.

"Controlling the output of "White Horse" is not easy. "

He squatted down and poked at the girl's soft cheek: "You are simply, unreasonable to find fault, and then dramatic spike, now whether I will kill you or not... It makes me very embarrassed."

After hesitating for a moment, Rope slapped Lorelia in the face.

It's not a humiliation to the defeated, Ropey is not so rude.It's just that in this situation, it's better to wake me up and have a good talk, and then decide whether to kill this future magus marshal based on her words.

... This skin is so tender, it turns red with a slap.Rope remarked maliciously in his heart.

The flame gradually disappeared and the temperature dropped.

In the pain, Lorelia made a weak voice and opened her eyes in confusion.

"Yo, Miss Bathermelo's prisoner, it seems that our positions are reversed now, and you are the target of my capture." Ropey smiled wickedly.

"Thankfully I don't have any interest in "seal designation", otherwise it would be an elegant thing to make you a beauty specimen. "

The girl came back to her senses, gritted her teeth, and struggled like a conditioned reflex to get up or use magic.

But Ropey's magic eye radiated light, and just stared a little, Lorelia immediately turned into a flesh-and-blood sculpture, only the head was left to move.

Rope sighed hypocritically.

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously... I hate this ability, but for you and I to communicate normally, I still have to use it. A little sober, right?"