In order to increase the success rate of "stealing" the target ability, Klein turned his left palm and tapped the edge of the mottled long table.

However, his "stealing" still failed, and he didn't even get anything.

Because his target has long been out of lock.

The black shadow was clearly still in place, but it had already escaped from the lock!

Klein's gaze froze for a moment, and then he saw the black shadow flash into the hidden space, closing the distance with Bernadette.

This...it distorts my real field of vision, causing me to see the state of the last second or even two seconds...Klein had a flash of thought, made a preliminary judgment on the failure just now, and decided to summon Will Auceptin's historical pore image allows him to "restart" what happened in this area.

At this moment, Bernadette, who was unable to use the sealed item, had pieces of pure white, illusory swan feathers growing on her back.

This is the "ugly duckling" in the magic of fairy tales. It allows Bernadette to reveal the incomplete ecology of mythical creatures on the premise of staying awake. Twice a day, each time for fifteen seconds.

At this moment, her thoughts were restless again, boiling up one after another, and becoming chaotic at an accelerated rate.

This caused her "ugly duckling" magic to break before it could take effect.

Almost at the same time, she saw that black shadow sticking to her body, soaking into it like a viscous, highly corrosive liquid.

Bernadette's eyes sank, and she suddenly felt something. Seizing the last moment of clear thinking, she opened her mouth slightly, and pronounced a word with a correct accent: "Hometown..."

The erosion of the black figure came to a halt, and its upper body slowly lifted up, looking at Bernadette.

The black figure froze there, let go of the palm that was pinching Bernadette's neck, and seemed to be staring at the "Queen of Mysteries" with eyes that didn't exist at all.

A dry, hoarse voice immediately echoed in the hidden space: "Hometown..."

There was a little hesitation, a little confusion, and a feeling of seeking confirmation in this voice, as if it came from another world.

The erosion that Bernadette suffered disappeared, and the connection between her and her own sealed item was instantly restored.

The "pale death" began to make her die a little bit, which helped her resist the gradual confusion of her thoughts and maintain her basic sobriety and reason.

Just when she opened her mouth to say something more, the black figure suddenly stretched out her palm forward again.

But this time, instead of pinching Bernadette's neck, it pushed hard.

Accompanied by this push, the hidden space disintegrated, and there was a voice with obvious pain, as if resisting something: "Leave!"

As the voice echoed, the black figure disappeared out of thin air.

Moments later, it appeared on the high platform in the center, and sat on the huge iron-black high-backed chair.

Its face immediately cracked two slits, as if it had grown two unsymmetrical eyes.

However, the "eyes" had no pupils and were blood-colored.

Immediately afterwards, another slit opened under the two "eyes", filled with the same pure blood-red light.

This allowed the black figure to finally have a "mouth".

It faced Bernadette, and the voice with obvious pain echoed around it, as if resisting something: "Get out of here!"

After being pushed out more than ten meters, Bernadette easily stood firm, but she did not follow the voice's command and left the "Dark Emperor" mausoleum. She stood there, staring blankly at the central high platform, at the black road The figure and the expression revealed a sadness that was difficult to conceal and did not want to conceal.

She could sense it, and she was already sure that the black figure was her father, the man who called himself "Caesar", Russell Gustav. JrNovels.com