On the Seven Towers

"In my fighting spirit field, you'd better give up struggling." Cleveland stepped forward and grabbed Montanio.

The slightly fat middle-aged man failed to activate his fighting spirit twice, and his body was seriously injured. His face was red and he knelt on the ground with sweat on his forehead. Cleveland grabbed his collar and lifted him up with one hand.

Cleveland pulled off the amulet given by the saint with one hand, threw it to Yolanda on the side, and then said: "Now, no one can protect you."

He stretched out a finger and pressed it under Montanio's collarbone. Where his finger pointed, Montanio's fighting spirit gathered involuntarily. This fighting spirit stimulated by Cleveland's field power was not controlled by Montanio at all. It gathered excessively in his body, as if to burst their qi channels, and Montanio screamed in pain.

Cleveland's fingers moved slowly, and the severe pain continued along the trajectory of his fingers.

Montanio yelled a few times, but he gritted his teeth to hold back the sound. Even though Cleveland continued to gather his fighting spirit, he only uttered several muffled groans.

"When these fighting spirits move around, they are destroying your meridians and internal organs." Cleveland said as he moved his fingers, "What do you think will happen if my fingers move to your heart?"

Montanio's twisted face tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Then you won't get anything."

Cleveland frowned and moved his fingers to his shoulder. With a bang, the fighting spirit exploded on Montanio's shoulder, and blood, flesh and bone fragments flew out. However, when they flew less than a centimeter away from Cleveland, they were blocked by an invisible mental force and then slid to the ground.

A heavy muffled sound came from Montanio's nasal cavity, and he panted rapidly, his body shaking constantly.

"Tell me, where did Eserit and the people from the East Continent go?" Cleveland leaned close to Montanio's ear and shouted loudly.

"Who, who knows? Maybe they went to fuck...your mother?"

Cleveland's hands repeatedly tapped between his upper body and upper arms, and blood flowers burst out from his body. The finger was getting closer and closer to his heart, and Cleveland's questioning became louder and louder.

Finally, his finger tapped on Montanio's heart, "What on earth makes you defend those people from the East Continent so much?"

Montanio raised his head, with saliva and blood hanging from the corners of his mouth. He said intermittently: "It has nothing to do with them! The saint, the saint has been away from us for too long. She should really wake up! Instead of being, your puppet!

Do you think, we don't know your idea? Let her, let her grow up in the most carefree environment since she was a child, find so many children to accompany her, let her know only to play every day, and spoil her into a princess who knows nothing. You use these things to confuse her will and prevent her from really... Soul awakening!

We don't know what you have in store, but we won't let you succeed!"

"When did you know this!" Cleveland's expression was more serious than before, and his hand directly caught the other party's throat, "Who is the 'we' here?"

"Hehe, how do you know that the saint in the last life only entrusted herself to you? She had already expected all possibilities, and there were many pairs of eyes, well, all kinds of eyes, staring at you from unknown places! That's us!"

"Today I will definitely let you say these things!" Cleveland put his fingers on Montanio's legs again.

"Just think about it slowly. You know, this is not the first time, it's not the first time. Haha."

"I have many means." Cleveland said.

However, at this time, he felt a strong fighting spirit gathering in the other party's abdomen. He understood that this was the other party's attempt to launch a self-destructing fighting spirit attack, and he immediately used the power of the domain to dissolve the fighting spirit.

But unexpectedly, Montanio completely ignored his own severe pain. Even though the turbulent flow of fighting spirit pierced his intestines and stomach, he still gathered the fighting spirit together. A few seconds later, it caused a bloody explosion.

His blood did not stain the two executors at all, but Cleveland's face looked like he had been punched hard.

"You heard it all," he asked Yolanda.

"Yes. But I can't find any clues." Yolanda said.

"I should have used the soul search magic on him earlier!" Cleveland said.

"You can't stop a man as determined as him who is at the master level from seeking death."

"I don't care if he lives or dies! But what does he mean? What does this mean? Who is the 'we' he is talking about? Did the saint in the previous life arrange another group of people to secretly monitor us before reincarnation? Why haven't we heard any news? We have never seen such a situation in history. Did she completely distrust us from the beginning? Then why did she leave it to us to raise her?" Cleveland asked five or six questions in a row.

"Cleveland, you are nervous." Yolanda said.

"Nervous? According to the standards over there, we are all saints. What's there to be nervous about? I just don't like the feeling of being watched from behind.

Especially at this time, we only have half a year to complete the plan! Obviously, if we wait for another half a year, everything can be solved, and this continent will appear in the world with a brand new look. Why did the trouble appear here?

These people, these guys who are secretly thinking crookedly, must also know the secret of the awakening of the saint. "

"Okay, stop complaining. The first thing we should do is to continue chasing. "Yolanda put a hand on Cleveland's shoulder and said, "We are fighting for the interests of the entire continent, and victory will favor us."

Cleveland put away the domain and said to the direction of the window: "Seal off the entire naval headquarters and arrest everyone, even the lowest servants. Then send them to this room in batches of five. "

A dark shadow appeared in the window and responded in a deep voice.

Cleveland said: "Use soul-searching magic on each of them. Even if Montanio doesn't say it, there will always be someone who sees or hears something that can give us clues. "

"That doesn't mean that all of them have to..."

"Yes, they all have to die! No one can see us using magic and still alive!" Cleveland waved his hand at Montanio's body on the ground, and a flame formed by magic swept over his body and quickly burned it to ashes.

Thanks to the book friend 20170806163003704 for the reward