The whole world is afraid of me erasing the spiritual base

Time seemed to freeze in an instant, and whether it was flames or overflowing magic power, they all floated in the air as if they had been frozen. The beast of mercy opened its eyes wide, and saw the pale golden pupils that were slightly widened by pain. There are blurred shadows.

White hair, red eyes, and messy beads wrapped around the hair to distinguish it from the Magic King.

It's Solomon, it's not Solomon, that's what he looks like.

Bright red light sprayed out from under his fist, with a warm touch, and then evaporated by the high temperature.The opponent's enchantment was shattered, and the power of the Ten Commandments was counteracted by him with the ring. The touch and sound of the broken bones was so real, but why, he didn't feel happy at all.

Instead, at that moment, the demon god in his body showed a tendency to resist.

With Solomon's weak physique, his combat power would definitely drop after being injured, and a few more punches would definitely kill this guy. Why can't he do it? !

The beast of mercy was puzzled and shaken, but saw that Solomon didn't even have the slightest intention of avoiding it, and even simply withdrew the few protective magic and just stood there, looking like he was beating casually.

Idiot, don't you know that magicians don't have protective magic in battle, which means they have sent themselves to the butcher's knife!

The beast of mercy braked, and the fist that had been swung in front of it was suddenly retracted abruptly, and only a gust of wind blew the hair hanging from Solomon's forehead.

"I did wrong you in many places in the past, if you really hated me that much..." The stupid king on the opposite side put down his hand on his left shoulder with a smile, and spread his palm outward, "Please feel free."

"Who wants your 'please feel free'?!"

The beast of mercy blurted out immediately, and the ground under its feet even shattered into uniform pieces the size of a thumb.The demon god narrowed his eyes, his red eyes were more blazing than burning coals.

"Even if I kill you, tear you into pieces, and let the beasts on the mountain eat you, it will not fill your indifference! You are really a puppet sent down, you are not the real King Solomon at all! A prayer to others in life No matter if you don’t ask, but after you die, you come back and ask me to let Renli go... Even asking me to protect Renli is based on the fact that you, as a Crown Caster, need to complete the suppression task, do you think I will agree to you!"

"It seems that my negotiation failed again. I don't know why, in front of you, my smooth negotiation skills always fail."

The left shoulder, which had been completely shattered into pieces, ached again and again. With a strange numbness, the magician stretched out his hand to support the left shoulder, and the thin magical power trickled deep into it, temporarily reorganizing the misplaced bones and blood vessels.He silently estimated Getia's position at the moment in his mind, and then tried his best to procrastinate.

"Since the issue of crowned caster is mentioned, you should also understand what you have become, right? Gaitia, my masterpiece, my accumulated guilt, although I am very unwilling to do this, but—"

"Hmph, that's why you still chose humanism. Tsk tsk, you're obviously a pathetic puppet, but you are self-righteous in maintaining things that don't belong to you. That's really your style."

"No, what I want to say is, if your resentment is really that great, I can stand still here, and I won't give up my crown to give you a fatal blow. You can punch me to pieces Sauce, or throw me into the fire and burn me to ashes, no matter how cruel the treatment is, I will not complain."

The magician, covered in blood, took a step forward with a smile, but the menacing demon king on the opposite side took a step back inexplicably.

"So, what are your options, Getia?"

"Oh, treacherous Solomon, do you think I'll fall for you? Just play around here! I'll let Barbatos entertain you!"

The beast of mercy roared fiercely, took a step back, and immediately disappeared in place.

……

The sky brightened up again, gusts of wind blew past, and the unique foul smell of London once again filled the nostrils.

"call--"

Solomon let out a long breath, and his whole body went limp.

The first beast really deserved to be his demon god, and his vigilance was high enough.Originally, he planned to make persistent efforts, and when the demon god punched him, he would activate the crown power to cut off his anti-summoning characteristics, but he didn't expect that he would see through and escape.And judging from his final expression and tone, it didn't look like he was returning from victory, but he looked a bit embarrassed and fled.

But it’s okay, at least in the clairvoyance, the future of that guy who went crazy and guarded Chaldea because of the disappearance of magic power has been cut off, and the beast of mercy will probably be annoyed at being stolen by the limit, regretting sourly for not killing him at that time right?

Then again, if that guy really threw a punch with all his heart, while being cut off with the anti-summoning feature, it would definitely destroy his cock completely.The freedom and holidays that were so hard won are about to disappear in an instant.

Fortunately not.

Blood gushed out from between his fingers, and then merged into a thin blood line, causing a large puddle of blood on the ground.Solomon sighed a little, resisting the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, and sat on the stone slab to put together the puzzle bone by bone.

Not long after, the land that had been released to expel the magic of mortals finally ushered in small steps. The familiar that he had released in advance walked over with a blond young man with a weak temperament.

It was Henry Keel, a half-hearted magician and reliable teammate.

Jekyll was stunned when he saw the blood on the ground, and then quickly moved towards him.

"Sir, did you meet a robber? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

The other party's sincere expression, coupled with the blessing of a kind-hearted expression, doubled the credibility.Under Solomon's fragile yet vigilant eyes, he secretly made a few gestures to show that he had no malicious intentions.

London is a city full of fish and dragons, and it is also the seat of the Magic Association. Disputes among magicians are inevitable, and magicians often die in private fights.Jekyll, who has half a foot in the magic world, of course understands it, but he doesn't want to be noticed, so he chooses to make up a robber.

"No need, if you are willing, please help."

Solomon held out his hand, allowing Jekyll to lift him up.

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In the Jekyll mansion, after the Scotland Yard police who reluctantly came to register the case left, the room finally returned to calm.

The old-fashioned kettle on the stove screamed, Jekyll took it off casually, and was about to make a cup of coffee for the magician he met in front of the British Museum, when he suddenly remembered that he was now a wounded person, so the coffee became Assamese. milk tea.

"Thank you."

Solomon nodded slightly, his left shoulder was covered with a thick bandage (in fact, it had been healed by magic), but he didn't bring the hot milk tea.Seeing that he was very cautious, Jekyll didn't feel surprised at all, and didn't want to take those strange things out to the strange magician opposite, but just looked at him with deep concern.

"I'm Henry Jekyll. I'm an ordinary scholar, and I'm also a lover of magic. I don't know what to call you?"

"You can call me Solomon."

"Solomon? Is it King Solomon's Solomon? It seems that many magicians in history like to use this life." Jekyll smiled slightly, and looked at him with some curiosity, "Then Mr. Solomon, are you the right one?" Came to London from another place and want to enter the clock tower? How could you encounter danger at that abandoned entrance?"

"It can be regarded as coming from another place..." King Solomon said in a state of self-cultivation, the dizziness and relaxation caused by excessive blood loss made him unconsciously a little lazy, "I came here from a place called Chaldea, I planned to go to the Magic Association to meet the magician inside, but I didn't expect the original entrance to collapse, and there are quite bad guys waiting there. Can you tell me why the entrance of the Magic Association suddenly collapsed? of?"

Since it is impossible to get information directly from the Association itself, it can only start from the side.

"So you want to go on a pilgrimage to the Clock Tower..."

Henry Jekyll obviously misunderstood him, and regarded him as the kind of rural magician who regarded the Magic Association as a holy place, his eyes flashed, and he said:

"I'm not very clear about the clock tower. I was continuing my research at home, but as soon as I went out, I suddenly heard the terrible news that 'the British Museum will collapse in one day' everywhere. When I got there, as the rumors said, all the buildings were smashed into pieces without exception. At that time, several magician friends I knew suddenly disappeared at that time."

"I once had the idea of ​​going deep underground to explore, but I gave up because of various reasons, but when I was doing research at home, I suddenly saw your familiar come in and sent me a request for help." The signal...and then, that's it."

"It turns out that I was too presumptuous."

Solomon frowned, lost in thought.

Even a local living aborigine like Jekyll doesn't know about it? The development of the incident is really a bit mysterious.The Magic Association suddenly withdrew, what was the reason for it, and what method did it use? The mysterious power inside really makes people a little concerned...

At this moment, Dr. Jekyll, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa drinking coffee just now, suddenly stood up from his seat, walked quickly to the window with an expression of trying to endure, and closed the window with a bang.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Solomon, everything is good in London, but the air and water are bad. Just now the chimneys in the city started to smoke again. This kind of mist mixed with chemical waste is harmful to human health. It's better to inhale less."

Solomon stretched out his fingers, and the turbid acid mist gathered on his fingertips, and he analyzed the ingredients in the blink of an eye.In addition to common ingredients such as charcoal slag, coal powder, carbon monoxide and sulfur dioxide, there are also small water droplets mixed with various strong acids, plus a high-concentration magic reaction.

In short, this is not an ordinary industrial acid mist at all, but a magic mist deliberately released by followers!

Jack the Ripper, and Babbage who put the Holy Grail in a machine to create a thick fog.For a moment, the servants that appeared in the entire singularity flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally, Solomon suddenly felt that he missed Gaetia a little bit.

Calculate the time, he should come back, right?

Thinking of this, the Magic King waited patiently for a while, a while, and a while...

That guy is late!

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I looked at the comment section and the group, Gallo had the highest number of votes, Melo shares were not bad, the competition was so fierce, I decided to decide what to write tomorrow! (Fortunately, no one chose Shanluo OTZ)