Stop Calling Me!

"Historical drama" was silent for a while, and said: "I understand what you said, but I will not forgive the 'writer', and I don't agree with his so-called 'new world', which does not give ordinary people a way out. Just a world where the few enslave the many."

"Of course, it's more because... I'm a wayward woman."

"Historical Drama" smiled and took out a black book in his hand, not intending to sit still.

"Kill her!" the man yelled.

She quickly opened the black book, and black pages floated out of it.

One of the pages contained a legend about the warrior Sigurd.

He is an ancient heroic spirit, the knight who slayed the dragon Favna, and is praised by people in the Second Continent.

A knight in black armor fell from the sky.

His feet stepped on the ground, causing the ground to crack, and he swung the "disaster relic" holy sword Gram, bombarding forward.

The terrifying power poured down the ground, and the entire alley began to collapse in an instant.

Another black page flew out, gushing out a large amount of white mist.

Flowing the blood of the red dragon, the king who once repelled the invaders stepped out of the white mist, wearing a mask and white armor, and rushed towards the enemy with the sword in the lake.

The third page, the fourth page, the fifth page...

One after another, heroes and great men who existed in history ran out of the book one after another, and everyone possessed great power.

The man with golden green eyes shouted immediately: "These are just projections, they won't exist forever, don't be afraid!"

There are nearly a hundred extraordinary people hidden in the alley, all of whom have recently become stronger with the "golden ideal".

However, the purpose of "historical drama" is not to defeat the enemy, but to create a large enough movement.

She tries to get the attention of "The Chess Player" and his forces.

"Try to resist this."

"Historical Drama" flipped the black book slightly, and on the next black page appeared... "Disaster Drama", with white hair and red pupils, 1.9 meters tall, with black spells flowing all over his body.

This monster with a crazy face and a desire to destroy!

A storm began to condense in the sky.

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Cafe.

Shen Yi sat calmly by the window without turning on the light.

He was shrouded in darkness, quietly waiting for the agreed visit from the "Historical Drama".

However, Shen Yi has been waiting since noon until now, and it's already midnight... The "historical drama" that claimed to have betrayed Dust of Light still hasn't appeared.

what happened?

Shen Yi couldn't help thinking, this is not an ordinary date, but a major event that determines the trend of the world.

It is impossible for "historical drama" to release itself for no reason.

In fact, there are very few people in the other world who dare to do this.

At this moment, Shen Yi felt someone approaching.

After a while, it was a man who pushed open the glass door.

He was dressed in a black suit, with an easy-going and friendly smile. He was in his early thirties and had a neat crew cut.

Shen Yi remained silent. In his impression, the "historical drama" was a woman.

The man came over and introduced himself, "Hi, I'm an investigator from the Anti-Magical Bureau, Benny."

Shen Yi sat in the dark without standing up.

"What's your purpose here?"

Benny smiled and continued: "I just want to tell you that the 'historical drama' has been captured by us and is being tortured... Soon we will be able to dig up all the information about the 'writer'."

Ok?

Shen Yi narrowed his eyes, nodded, and said, "Mmm...I see."

Benny continued with a smile all over his face, "I'm really glad to see you."

"Actually, I have a good relationship with Su Ling. Sometimes, I also heard Su Ling talk about your deeds."

Su Ling's friend?

Shen Yi did not hear Su Ling mention this man.

Benny said: "I was originally Su Ling's friend, but in recent months, there has been a little gap between us, alas."

"But those were small episodes."

Shen Yi said calmly: "Well, do you have anything else to do?"

Benny shook his head and said, "No, since you don't want me to stay any longer, then I'll leave now."

He heard the meaning of chasing people away, and left immediately, being very polite throughout the process.

In the darkness, Shen Yi looked at the silent Berland outside the window.

He sensed something was wrong.

If the "historical drama" did not betray the Dust of the Light, there is no need to communicate with Chris and say that he wants to meet himself.

If the "historical drama" betrayed the Dust of No Light, then why was she caught and tortured by the Anti-Magical Bureau?

The situation is not right.

Shen Yi vaguely felt that someone was lying and something was wrong.

And, when combined with intelligence that the "writers" were wooing and corrupting the elite...the situation was even more bizarre.

He smelled the breath of the inner ghost.

"boom!"

White lightning flashed across the sky, and a thunderstorm suddenly occurred in Bayland, which was unexpected.

Shen Yi looked out the window and stood up.

"Today...is not a day for thunder."

Chapter 239 Chapter 230

Snowflakes are falling gradually.

The fighting in the alley was fierce.

After a few loud bangs, the entire alley collapsed, and only a few of the hundred extraordinary people who came and went surrounded them fell down.

The projection of the "disaster drama" began to fall apart with just one trick.

Huge thunder fell from the sky, accompanied by huge power, like the sword of the White Emperor, it seemed to wipe out all evil.

The hearts of many extraordinary people have cooled down, thinking that this time they are destined to die without a whole body.

Among the extraordinary, there is a mysterious wizard wearing a black mask and a black robe.

He has already stretched out his hand, pinching the white thunder falling from the sky in the palm of his hand, like manipulating a gentle and obedient puppy, taming the natural disaster-like thunder and lightning effortlessly.

The mysterious wizard sneered: "The 'historical drama' of Dust of Light is nothing more than that."

One projection after another created in the book of "Historical Drama" was gradually broken by the superhumans, or disappeared by itself.

She walked out from the alley, and the black book in her hand had not many pages.

Snowing.

White snowflakes are falling in the sky.

"Historical Drama" looked up at the sky, feeling that the blood was gradually congealing.

In the instant contact battle with Roland just now, she was not uninjured, on the contrary she was seriously injured.

The power of the sun made her blood boil, and it has not stopped until now, and the successive battles made her unable to deal with her injuries at all.

The injury is spreading.

Even though it was cold, she could feel the biting heat.

"what......"

She knelt down on the ground slowly, exhaling a breath of hot air.

Are you going to die here? You obviously fled to Bayland, and you are only one step away from seeing the "chess player".

In fact, she wasn't sure... if the "chess player" could really help herself.

Is that man really as magical as in the legend?

However, she can be sure of one thing - this is her only hope, and the "chess player" is undoubtedly the most likely to eliminate the existence of the "writer".

"Historical Drama" lowered his eyes and looked at the black book in his hand.

"It seems that it still doesn't work."

The black book in her hand is not a mysterious relic, but a 'Book of Projection' created by the "Historical Drama" through invisible techniques.

All superhuman beings and supernatural phenomena recorded as "stories" can theoretically be summoned through it.

But the maintenance time is very short, and the stronger the projection, the faster it will disappear.

Because the "historical drama" has not reached the "untouchable" level, she can't summon the powerful projection of the "untouchable" level.

"It's over, historical drama."

A man with golden green eyes came out of the shadows.

Walking in all directions around the street were a hundred transcendent beings who had taken the "Golden Ideal".

The strength of this group of people is generally not weak, and there are even disaster-level powerhouses. Even if they were blocked by the projection just now, they are still killed now.

Late at night, falling snow.