Mysterious Catastrophe

At this time, the Extraordinary people who were belatedly realized one after another exclaimed: "It should be said... is it worthy of a price equivalent to a catastrophe?"

Judging from the fact that a few thousand Turners almost killed an inhuman being just now, such a high price is obviously not something ordinary Beyonders or even secret societies can afford.

"10000 Turner!"

The agents of the Military Intelligence Department seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Although their original quality levels are not high, they carry many people's 'dreams', enough to serve as 'compensation'.

And the kingdom is also quite familiar with the situation of the 'Sunken Ship'. It belongs to the dreamland of a powerful creature, and it cannot be resisted by other Extraordinary beings.

And, fully abide by the trading rules.

So as long as you bring enough 'dreams', you'll be pretty safe.

"I would like to ask, after taking this auction item, can Shadorn's 'nightmare disease' patients recover?"

At this time, Aaron thought of the little girl Raya who was waving to him, but suddenly asked.

"Oh...of course not!" Ms. Garter sneered: "They are infected with 'law'. Unless this statue is destroyed, or another 'crown' is asked to take action, there is no possibility of recovery."

"Oh, how does the kingdom plan to deal with the aftermath, especially for those people in the dream?"

Aaron stared at the middle-aged agent, seemingly asking casually.

"What do you want to do?" The middle-aged agent didn't answer, but instead had a bad feeling, and looked towards the auction stage: "Don't you hurry up and announce that the deal is concluded?"

"I'll offer 11000 Turner, don't worry, take your time!"

Seeing the agent's expression and the auction hammer about to fall, Aaron leaned back in his chair instead, not in a hurry.

"What are you doing?" For the first time, the agent looked genuinely annoyed.

"Haha...you are joking with your own life, the fourth essence can't satisfy this auction house's extraction...unless you bring enough 'dreams', which is impossible, no one except Invensys To be able to collect so many 'dreams' openly!"

Ms. Garter had a smirk all over her face.

"12000 Turner, you are playing with fire!" the middle-aged agent warned gloomily.

"13000 Turner, you haven't answered my question." Aaron was very calm.

"Of course the blockade is lifted, the personnel are collected and treated in a unified manner, and everyone is mobilized to come to rescue people..." The middle-aged agent replied as a matter of course.

"Lie!" A Extraordinary who participated in the auction sneered, "Invensys is about to elect the Church of True God, and a large number of hidden sects have gathered in Pulmouth, and it is too late to transfer people to protect them. Which 'Your Majesty' dares to leave without authorization?" Responsibility? You don’t want to destroy this magical item, so the rest of the patients will naturally have to give up!”

"If it wasn't for Pulmouth's long-awaited lack of manpower, how could it be possible to send only a few agents for such an important matter?"

The other participants did not know for what purpose, they directly exposed Invensys' old background.

"So that's how it is." Aaron nodded, "Then I want... 20000 Turners for the final auction item!"

"..." The middle-aged agent's words seemed to be blocked directly in his throat, and he couldn't speak at all.

This has exceeded his limit!

Thinking of this, his expression became calm again, with an expression of waiting to see how Aaron died.

After all, with the finale auctioned off, the task of preventing the disaster from expanding has been completed.

The worst outcome of this matter is that the kingdom loses an 'angel-level' magical item!

Snapped!

The auction hammer fell, and a tray with weird statues was placed in front of Aaron.

"make a deal!"

At the moment when the hammer sounded, Aaron immediately felt the connection from mysticism, about to form a contract, harvest his own spirituality, and even more inexplicable things.

But he just smiled lightly, the 'spirit of illusory' flowed out a trace of 'power of the secret source', and performed a purification.

Immediately, any contract, any harvest...all disappeared without a trace.

Whether it was Ms. Garter or the Invensys agent, when they saw him calmly picking up the 'Dalmo' statue, they all had expressions on their faces that were about to break down, which was unbelievable.

"You... broke the agreement!"

Even more unbelievable is the city, or rather - the 'Wreck House' auction house!

More than a dozen male and female attendants spoke in unison, staring blankly at Aaron.

The surrounding environment became darker, as if at the bottom of the deep sea!

The terrifying pressure fell on Aaron in an instant!

The "Shipwreck" has awakened and will punish those who break the oath!

All Extraordinary people trembled in their hearts, as if they saw that the end was coming.

"Wrecked ship? Dreamland of powerful creatures? Heh..."

Aaron just sneered, and slightly let go of the character of the 'False Spirit'.

Click!

Click!

A series of cracks emerged from the void, centered on him, and continued to spread outward.

"The dream of this city... is collapsing?"

Ms. Garter's face was full of horror.

So did Invensys agents.

If the "Shipwreck" can be contained so easily, why should they sign a contract with each other and sacrifice the "dream" of a living person?

However, no matter how unbelievable it was, this scene finally happened in front of their eyes.

As the crack expanded, a pitch-black wind blew out from it.

Wherever the black wind passes, no matter the sunken ship, sea water, building, or other people or things, everything will be disillusioned like soap bubbles being punctured.

After all, this place is just a dream, a special dreamland!

When the dream wakes up, naturally there is nothing.

In the endless and deep seabed, suddenly there was a roar.

A large number of sea beasts that were bigger than sperm whales trembled. It was unknown who had offended the king of deep-sea terror!

Chapter 338 Attack

Chardonnay.

Apartment bedroom.

Aaron opened his eyes and looked to his right hand.

On his right hand, he was holding that weird blue statue!

At this time, the many scaled tentacles seemed to be still slowly wriggling, but many cracks spread on the body.

Snapped!

As soon as he exerted force, the statue exploded, and a large number of cyan light spots condensed and turned into a group of dreamlike shadows.

In addition, spiritual condensation gives people a very mixed feeling.

"One piece of pollution, one piece of spiritual legacy, but this spirituality is quite mixed...Darkness, redness, pupae, shadow?"

Aaron originally planned to destroy this 'angel-level' monster, and saving the people in the entire city was just incidental.

His real purpose is to eliminate all the hidden hands and traps that 'Damo' may have left on it!

'After being purified by the 'power of the secret source', it is restored to pure spirituality, and the probability of being found by divination and other means is greatly reduced. '

'However, to be on the safe side, it's better to make another layer of seal. '

Aaron took out two small boxes and began to seal the pollution and characteristics.

After doing all this, he walked out the door and saw Liliat who was fidgeting and waiting.

When the other party saw him, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Aaron...how is the situation?"

"Well, if there are no accidents, the sleeping people in this city are about to wake up... Also, I have to go out for a while."

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Aaron's mouth.

Just now, he felt that someone was divining him.

This is not the power of the 'melting pot', but the personality of the 'false spirit'. If you have a part of it, you can divination him, and he will know your high-ranking characteristics!

At this moment, he closed his eyes, as if he could see most of Chardonnay Port.

In a certain villa in the urban area, or in the workshop of an abandoned factory, someone is trying to divination him!

……

Inside a small, dilapidated rental house.

Raya woke up, yawning, and what seemed to be a long nightmare.

Strangely, in the dream, she seemed to see that kind gentleman again.

She looked around, ran outside, and found that her father was lying on the ground, so she hurried over and pulled it a few times.

"Raya..."

The coachman yawned, and he also came to his senses. Feeling a little scared, he hugged his daughter and walked out of the room.

On the street, residents like him woke up, looking at the sky with joy and confusion.

Not far from the port, the dark clouds parted, and golden sunlight shone...

……

"There are cheers!"

Stephen opened the curtain and saw the crowd parading on the street: "It should be that the influence of 'Law' has been eliminated...that 'angel-level' magical item has been destroyed? It's really...a big deal. "

Even if the Kingdom of Invenswys destroyed an 'angel-level' relic, it would be extremely distressing.

After all... It is difficult to cast this level of characteristics, and a lot of auxiliary materials must be used.

What's more... being able to smash the 'angel-level' monsters originally represents a powerful force and background!

Thinking that His Excellency the Lantern Bearer was still trying to divination that gentleman, Stephen looked at Ms. Garter's room full of anxiety.

It seems that the ominous premonition is more likely to come true.

Click!

He heard the crisp sound of explosions in Ms. Garter's room, as well as the painful cries of the injured.

"Miss?"

He hurried to the door, ready to break in.

Squeak!

The door opened first, and Ms. Jiade, who was a little embarrassed, came out, her expression was no longer calm, and her tone was hurried: "Pack up your things and prepare to leave!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Lantern Bearer!"

The remaining members of the Sunset School subconsciously agreed, and then looked at Ms. Garter with puzzled eyes.

"I didn't get the specific information about that person, but I feel like I'm being spied on!" Ms. Jiade's expression was ugly, thinking that the other party was the mastermind behind the shattering of the entire dream, she felt even more palpitating: "We shouldn't fight at this time, let's go !"

After a while, the group left the villa and moved to the suburbs in a low-key manner.

They were mixed in the flow of people spontaneously celebrating, and they were not eye-catching.

At this time, Aaron had killed the last agent and took the other's remnants from the ashes.

It's not just the Sunset School who are interested in him.

After destroying the Secret Service stronghold, Aaron stretched his waist, and the spirituality in his body was transformed into a "Shadow" through the "heart of the furnace".

"How dare you foolishly divination me and automatically give clues."

He murmured, stepped into the void, and disappeared.

Suburbs.

Ms. Garter, who was about to hide in a manor, suddenly changed her expression drastically.