Chapter: 694
During the whole process, Crestel Sesima's muscles were very tense, as if she was fighting against something.
The Nighthawk on the left took a silent breath, and pressed down violently, causing illusory ripples to crack on the surface of the silver-white box.
The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if it was all sucked into the box, and a bone sword less than one meter long exuded a moist, pure white light, and slowly floated up.
Its blade holds a rustic silver-plated mirror.
The scenes reflected in the mirror are layer by layer, superimposed continuously, without end.
The Nighthawk on the left picked up the mirror and pointed it at the small brick-red building.
The small building is clearly reflected inside, and nothing seems to have changed.
Sesima breathed out slowly, stretched out her left hand, and held the bone sword that was less than one meter long.
The surrounding lighting has recovered a bit.
"Let's go in." He stepped forward and approached the entrance of the small brick building.
The three nighthawks opened the door and entered the gloomy and dim house, aiming at the stairs leading to the second floor.
At this moment, a tall but thin figure emerged from the shadows in the corner. He was wearing a black priest uniform, with light yellow curly hair and beast-like dark brown eyes.
"You are the sword of the goddess?" The "giant" who was close to two meters spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, his right palm clenched tightly.
boom! boom! boom!
The trade unionists in this small brick-red building exploded one after another in their sleep, without even having time to scream.
Their bodies were torn apart and turned into sticky thick flesh and blood. Half of them rushed towards the "giant" to weave into a cloak that could resist spells and reduce damage, and half of them condensed into a long-haired giant blanket to cover the three Nighthawks.
Crestel Sesima just watched quietly and did nothing.
Silently, the flesh and blood dissipated, collapsed, and fell like raindrops, but did not stain the floor red.
In each room, figures resurfaced, still sleeping soundly.
"This is the world in the mirror. It is only for extraordinary people. The flesh bombs you presuppose in the bodies of ordinary people are all illusory here." Sesima handed the sacred bone sword to her right hand , raised up, and there was no light around.
"Hmph!" The "giant" suddenly grabbed his left shoulder with his right palm, tore off his entire arm, and threw it straight ahead with blood and bones!
Boom!
His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of blood and splashing on the three Nighthawks.
At the same time, at the cut of his left shoulder, the flesh and blood began to squirm crazily, and a new arm slowly grew, a bloody arm without skin for the time being.
Clap clap!
Zizizi!
Those bloody raindrops accurately avoided Sesima and the others, and fell to the floor, quickly corroding deep and black marks.
But no matter how hard they tried, they were always a hair's breadth away from the three Nighthawks, as if they were destined.
"My enemies are often unlucky." Sesima's lips curled up slightly, her footsteps slipped, and she appeared in front of the "giant" in an instant. JrNovels.com
The Nighthawk on the left took a silent breath, and pressed down violently, causing illusory ripples to crack on the surface of the silver-white box.
The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if it was all sucked into the box, and a bone sword less than one meter long exuded a moist, pure white light, and slowly floated up.
Its blade holds a rustic silver-plated mirror.
The scenes reflected in the mirror are layer by layer, superimposed continuously, without end.
The Nighthawk on the left picked up the mirror and pointed it at the small brick-red building.
The small building is clearly reflected inside, and nothing seems to have changed.
Sesima breathed out slowly, stretched out her left hand, and held the bone sword that was less than one meter long.
The surrounding lighting has recovered a bit.
"Let's go in." He stepped forward and approached the entrance of the small brick building.
The three nighthawks opened the door and entered the gloomy and dim house, aiming at the stairs leading to the second floor.
At this moment, a tall but thin figure emerged from the shadows in the corner. He was wearing a black priest uniform, with light yellow curly hair and beast-like dark brown eyes.
"You are the sword of the goddess?" The "giant" who was close to two meters spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, his right palm clenched tightly.
boom! boom! boom!
The trade unionists in this small brick-red building exploded one after another in their sleep, without even having time to scream.
Their bodies were torn apart and turned into sticky thick flesh and blood. Half of them rushed towards the "giant" to weave into a cloak that could resist spells and reduce damage, and half of them condensed into a long-haired giant blanket to cover the three Nighthawks.
Crestel Sesima just watched quietly and did nothing.
Silently, the flesh and blood dissipated, collapsed, and fell like raindrops, but did not stain the floor red.
In each room, figures resurfaced, still sleeping soundly.
"This is the world in the mirror. It is only for extraordinary people. The flesh bombs you presuppose in the bodies of ordinary people are all illusory here." Sesima handed the sacred bone sword to her right hand , raised up, and there was no light around.
"Hmph!" The "giant" suddenly grabbed his left shoulder with his right palm, tore off his entire arm, and threw it straight ahead with blood and bones!
Boom!
His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of blood and splashing on the three Nighthawks.
At the same time, at the cut of his left shoulder, the flesh and blood began to squirm crazily, and a new arm slowly grew, a bloody arm without skin for the time being.
Clap clap!
Zizizi!
Those bloody raindrops accurately avoided Sesima and the others, and fell to the floor, quickly corroding deep and black marks.
But no matter how hard they tried, they were always a hair's breadth away from the three Nighthawks, as if they were destined.
"My enemies are often unlucky." Sesima's lips curled up slightly, her footsteps slipped, and she appeared in front of the "giant" in an instant. JrNovels.com
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