The Endless Shuttle

Thinking of this creepy ability, he became more cautious in his verbal considerations.

"It's my fault. In order to express all my apologies, Lord Bachram, I, Cornelus Aruba, are willing to pay anything. No matter what it is, the family of Cornelus for two thousand years will surely satisfy you. Just beg you to spare my life..."

"Hey, this is really interesting. If Mr. Aruba doesn't say anything, how do I know what you can pay? There is still a minute and a half..."

Rope dropped his arms, and something similar to mist appeared in the air.

Moisture was gathered.

The kimono girl next to him can clearly feel the moist feeling on her skin.

Gradually, the mist turned into a stream of water, like a mixture of ribbons and snakes, gently surrounding Rope. Simply Rope is not so frantic enough to use the "water of death" here, otherwise his future residence will be overwhelming.

puff!

The water flow flew out like a knife, cutting off Aruba's left hand.

Blood spattered, and the pain followed the nerves and crawled into the blonde magician's brain after the body was injured. He wanted to scream, but when he saw Lopez's cold eyes, he even suppressed the human instinctive reaction, only turning into a faint whine in his throat.

"This is punishment. The next shot will be your head, and white flowers will bloom." Rope explained.

"I, I am willing to pay money..."

"One minute."

"Magic technology! All my magic research materials and all the technology can be dedicated to you!"

"You are as ridiculous as being paid by a beggar and murderer to the king for mercy. Fifty seconds."

The water slowly approached Aruba's side, adding invisible pressure to him.

Perhaps it is almost aware of Rope's strange "differential treatment" attitude. The two rituals did not suppress their curiosity, and gently touched the water floating in the air with his hands.

It's cool, no different from the water flowing out of an ordinary water pipe.

This is the first time that Rope has revealed his special ability in front of a kimono girl in addition to his own extraordinary physical fitness-similar to magic but obviously different.

Luo Pei watched the girl's cold expression instantly turned into a smile.

The stream of water touched by her, changed from the ferocity just now, wrapped around the hands of the two rituals.

"Fun?" He said intimately: "After dealing with the monk in a while, you can invite me to your residence, and there are more fun babies for you to see?"

Don't get me wrong, Rope is talking about his dazzling variety of abilities, not something filthy.

"...Cut. Uncle's tone."

The two ceremonies withdrew her hands, but it is undeniable that she did have some heartbeats just now.

After all, what kind of magical abilities the gods in the myth have, everyone wants to know more about it.

"Obviously you were threatening others just now...Your mental problem is actually more serious than mine, right?"

"What a nonsense. But, I'm still in the "normal" range now. If it is a little abnormal, I will have to fight for the lack of self-control - in the sexual sense. "

"nausea."

At this moment, Aruba, who had tasted enough "death" pressure, finally couldn't help it, and shouted like a collapse, interrupting Rope's intimate conversation with the two ceremonies.

"Your Excellency Bachram! I am willing to regard you as your master as your slave and believer! No matter what your purpose is for your recovery in this world, the Koeniles family will do everything in their power to help you! Please also...!"

Hearing that, Rope had a "tired" expression, but the water floating around Aruba did scatter down, falling to the ground and mixing with the magician's blood.

"Uncreative guys, I thought you could make any interesting suggestions, but it turned out to be the same old thing as a dog... Well, but this is also considered qualified. You can keep your life for yourself."

If Koeniles said that he was willing to immediately switch positions to fight against Huang Ye Zonglian to make up for his mistake. Then Rope will not only appease the two rituals that are also aimed at monks, but even provide free amputated reattachment, so as to appreciate the dog-biting battle between the two magicians who were close alliances a few minutes ago, as a date. Ending dance drama.

The result is not surprising-magicians are like this, lack of innovation, old-fashioned, and still have the medieval thought that "becoming a slave is the greatest price".

Although the words were very unbelievable, Aruba at least knew that the "God of Victory" did not intend to kill himself.

The pressure of blood loss and fear caused him to collapse and kneel on the floor covered with blood. The appearance that I was most concerned about was also sloppy.

As long as you can leave the city... as long as you can leave the city... Aruba panted, and scanned the steps of a man and a woman approaching him, trying to take the elevator.

He still has a trace of luck. There is no messy contract. If he verbally agrees, after he returns to Rome, he can choose to fall back on his account and continue to fulfill his wishes in a remote corner of the world.

"Oh, you don't have to prepare for self-enforcement, I will give you one for fun."

"……Ugh?"

When passing by Aruba, the two rituals did not stop, while Rope leaned down and dipped his fingers in blood, printing a deeper color on the magician's suit.

The ellipse was erected as if the children were painting, like an egg, with a few random clicks in the middle.

That is the evil emblem of Ehhot, the "God of Labyrinth and Contract."

"In about three months, you will have a new life at that time. Fallows should welcome you to take a new job with him, Mr. Aruba... No, the future "Son of Ehhot", hope At that time, your human consciousness can mix well, just like bread and butter. "

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The blond magician's facial blood vessels bulged, making a harsh cry. From the blood vessels of its broken arm, it seemed that a kind of white mycelium had begun to spread in his body, gradually eroding every inch of his flesh and blood.

Eholt is a secondary old ruler. Although it has the priesthood of "contract", the content of its contract is extremely evil. No matter what the contracted person desires, Eholt will first inject his embryos into the host's body, and then consider-about one-tenth of the possibility of fulfilling their wishes.

In the end, the endings of those poor eggs without exception, were eroded by Ehhot's embryos, and turned into a strange parasitic monster "Son of Ehhot" with half-human consciousness and half-monster thinking. This kind of contract has a nice name in some dark bug aliens who believe in Ehhot-"Symbiotic of Glory".

Generally speaking, it is not something to be cared about. It is just a small contract in the Necronomicon Book. Rope gave it to Aruba, who is not very likable, to praise his loyalty. It happened that Falos was complaining that there was no reliable helper to help it deal with trivial matters. The magician and the Patriarch of Cornelius should be very good at this kind of work, right?

Thinking of this, Rope walked into the elevator.

The elevator door closed, isolating the painful crying noise from the outside.

Drove down-

Chapter 75 The Battle of the Two Ceremonies Begins

The underground of the apartment is not deep at all, because it was originally a building built for civilian use. After the extremely short elevator time, Rope and the two rituals appeared in the dark underground.

The quiet space was filled with the smell of metal and formalin, which was a bit pungent. In this dim and dangerous environment, the girl took out a dagger from behind the belt of her kimono, and casually held it in her hand.

"If you go deeper like this, you won't be able to see anything at all. Can't you make this place brighter?"

It is true that she has magic eyes and good eyesight, but it does not mean that the two rituals will have night vision ability, and the darkness will hinder her to a certain extent. Especially now that the battle is about to break out.

"You finally see the essence of my omnipotence-Doraemon serves you sincerely."

Rope joked, bowed and saluted with a performance.