I upgraded and added points in the Holy Inquisition

In fact, Lloyd did not expect that the super-wanted criminal with a great reputation and everyone's ability to kill him would appear in front of him so quickly, and he would only be separated from him by the distance between the two ends of the road.

If he had a choice, at this time, he would rather sleep peacefully instead of running to the outskirts of the city in the middle of the night to face the terrifying 'advisor'.

Unfortunately, because of an order he suddenly received during the day, Lloyd had no choice.

Then, Lloyd felt a line of sight and inspiration firmly locked on him, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. Although he was not affected by the extraordinary ability, his hands and feet felt cold and he could not move.

A murderous intention of unknown origin surged out of his heart——

He wants to kill the other party...

It is not for reasons such as supporting justice and maintaining peace, nor is it for reasons such as killing people and stealing goods, or covering up secrets.

It is simply wanting the other person to die, an almost instinctive thought.

"You are younger and braver than I thought, but... you are also weaker."

The consultant made a blunt comment, his tone sounded quite calm and collected, and he seemed confident, and continued:

"You have a good talent. Come with me and become my student. I will give you knowledge and strength, as well as unimaginable power, status, and wealth."

"Haha, I like to say 'no' to self-righteous guys the most, not to mention I know exactly what kind of person you are."

Lloyd replied with a sneer, and also cursed in his heart:

I have a good talent and I want to follow you? Do you think you are Orochimaru?

At the same time, he could also feel that although the other party was trying his best to suppress and cover up, in his heart he was probably the same as himself, wishing that the other party would die immediately...

Lloyd couldn't help but put his hand into his pocket and grasped the statue of the saint that was as gentle as jade.

The strange material and feel of the saint statue made him feel as if he was holding a girl's hand...

"Haha, there are many young people like you who have rejected me, but they all regretted it soon. They will realize that everything in existence, whether it is the system, power, or the superior saint, is just a A ridiculous joke."

The consultant continued, and took a closer look at the vague face across from him, as if covered with a layer of mosaic.

He tried to touch it with inspiration, hoping to see clearly the true appearance of this young man.

The result was a failure, the inspiration touched nothing, and the other party's face was like a void of nothingness.

This should be some kind of holy object that creates a unique disguise.

However, Inspiration easily found out the details of this young man. He was only at the second level, as weak as an ant.

But he actually dared to appear in front of him, and he should be relying on more than just [Distortion]...

When the consultant thought of this, he turned his head and looked at the other side of the road.

There happened to be a gentle voice floating over there:

"Don't try to bewitch him. He is far better and more determined than you think."

Then, the figure of the presiding judge slowly floated out from the shadows on the other side of the road, and continued to speak with his own mouth:

"Eskimir, you can't take anything with you, including yourself."

"Haha, Tirtus, among you cowards who have succumbed to mortal saints, you are the one who is qualified to appear in front of me... Unfortunately, this is meaningless..."

The consultant sneered and said, looking at the presiding judge, his eyes flickered slightly, and he quietly activated the power of [Curse].

But the next second, his eyes suddenly went dark and he couldn't see anything. His ears started to buzz and he couldn't hear anything.

Even the inspiration that escaped outside the body began to feel burning pain like fire, and was temporarily disoriented.

This is a common method used by the [intellectual] system to interfere with all perceptions of the other party, including inspiration and spiritual vision.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a [veto] force falling on him, forming an invisible shackles that wanted to imprison him.

He almost succeeded...

But this confinement effect only lasted less than a second, and the consultant easily broke free.

"It seems that you still fail to 'understand' me, Tiltus."

The consultant said with a sneer, and concentrated his consciousness slightly, mobilizing his true power to resist the interference of consciousness.

It only took him a second for his vision and hearing to return.

I happened to see the figure of the presiding judge flashing and moving in mid-air, awkwardly avoiding some invisible invisible force.

Only those who have turned on their spiritual vision can see that under the cover of the surrounding night, there are countless [curses] buried. They are like dangerous cold arrows, walking quietly in the dark, coming from all kinds of tricky places. The vicious angle attacked the presiding judge, leaving him in a state of panic.

And every such [curse] is different, including vomiting, dizziness, cardiac arrest, organ failure, loss of spiritual power, strong and weak, making it difficult for the presiding judge to [reject] them one by one.

While the presiding judge was tired of dealing with these [curses], he no longer had the energy to pay attention to the space above his head, where a [disaster] was quietly gathering.

[Disaster] will appear in an 'accidental' way. It may be very small and simple, just an unexpected daze, an unexpected daze, or an unexpected sprain, which makes it difficult for people to prevent it.

But it can bring about a series of 'butterfly effects'. Maybe because of a small accident, the presiding judge will be caught up by the [curse]...

Perhaps [Curse] and [Disaster] are not such powerful systems and have many drawbacks, but the integration of the two systems can unleash unimaginable combat power, firmly suppress the presiding judge, and gain the initiative and upper hand.

Being able to do this is enough.

The consultant had not thought about actually killing the presiding judge. His target was still the young thief who stole the "Book of Truth".

But the consultant immediately discovered that the guy was missing?

He completely disappeared from his sight, and he couldn't even find inspiration.

Strange, could it be that Titus’ interference with me has not been completely eliminated?

The consultant came to the conclusion that the thief was hidden by the power of [intellect], making him 'unseen'.

After all, it only took three seconds from the time he lost his vision to the time he recovered...

In order to offset the interference of [intellect] as quickly as possible, the consultant had to concentrate more consciousness to make this body more like himself.

But still no trace of the thief was found...

Instead, I heard a low shout from behind:

"In the name of veto!"

The next second, a two-handed heavy sword struck through the air, intending to cut the consultant in two.