Chapter 67: everything is empty

Chapter 67: everything is empty

Swing the air!

Wen Xiuli is worthy of being a former assassin. Even if Igna suddenly attacked, he still avoided Igna's attack.

Moreover, he did not hesitate in his actions.

But it was precisely this decisiveness that Wensuri's escape also gave Igna and Dane a chance.

He was no longer obsessed with killing Dane, but chose to avoid the attack for the first time.

"Cough cough." Dane, who was released, coughed twice.

"Door."

Ignat said in a low voice and poured spirituality into the spell, then he grabbed Dane's shoulder and used a "teleportation" spell again.

With Dane, Igna left the tent directly by "teleportation".

The rain poured down, and the moonlight was hidden behind thick black clouds. It was almost pitch black, except for a gleam of fire from the bottom of the tent.

Following this flash of fire, Igna saw the fright in Dane's pupils undecided.

Drops of water slid from his hair and from the sockets of his eyes, but there was nothing but numbness and horror in Dane's eyes.

Ignat wiped his face, pressed Dane to the ground, patted his cheek, and quickly said to him: "Dane, you lie down on the ground, silent for dozens of times, if I don't bring When Octavius ​​and Tim come out, just run away. Get out of here, go to Conston, and get help."

Whether or not Dane understood, Igna pressed Dane's shoulders, got up and ran into the tent.

With two "obstacles" missing, I don't know if Altaia can complete the hunt.

"Bang—" Soon, the sound of the shotgun in the house paused for a second, and then didn't sound again.

Igna heard the sound of rain neutron bullets flying out of the tent, and he accelerated his pace even further.

There are only four "Teleportation" spells, and he still needs to bring out Octavius ​​and Tim, so he can't squander it at will.

Ignatius touched the tent with his hand.

"Open the door."

After crossing the strong oil paint tent curtain, Igna returned to the room.

The flame burning on the lamp oil has dimmed and will not stop.

Wen Xiuli did not hide in the shadows, he stood in the most prominent position in the center of the room, at his feet, was the fallen Artea.

The moment Igna entered the tent by "opening the door", Wenshuli raised his eyes to look at him.

At this moment, Igna suddenly felt that the world fell into silence.

He only saw red blood oozing out of Altea's heart.

He only saw Wen Xiuli's mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something to him.

But he couldn't hear anything.

"Yo, you're here." Wen Xiuli said.

"You gave her a good chance," he said.

"But." Wen Xiuli tilted his head, raised his toes, and stepped on Artea's heart, and two low breaths came out of Artea's throat.

Wen Xiuli smiled at Igna: "Why do you think she can kill me?"

On the one hand, Igna felt that his heart was sinking like a hard rock, and on the other hand, he felt that his head was calm like a machine.

"You will open the door, are you an apprentice?"

"Has anyone ever said that you have beautiful eyes?"

"Originally, my potion has been digested, but in order to make your beautiful eyes only look at me, I can only use my ability again."

Wen Xiuli licked his lips and said, "The instigator's ability is amazing. You can see eyes full of hatred and remorse wherever you are."

"Door."

Ignat whispered the ancient Feysac language used to activate "teleportation".

Positioning, behind Wen Xiuli.

Ignatius disappeared into the tent out of thin air.

In just a blink of an eye, he switched positions, but the dagger he was holding back in his hand had no object to swing at.

There was no one in front of him.

But this was also what he expected.

"Mist creation."

Quietly, countless white mists permeated from under Igna's cloak, but in an instant, the entire room was filled with mist like milk.

In such fog, no one can see anything.

Wen Xiuli left the place, so if he wanted to come back, he could only rely on his previous impressions.

Ignatius' arm moved slightly, and a charm floated down on Artea's body without anyone finding out.

He whispered, "Pray."

Then, Igna didn't stay where he was.

He took out the dagger hidden in his sleeve and ran out quickly.

Then, at the next moment, Igna could clearly feel a wave of fluctuations in the mist behind him, and it seemed that a strong wind was carrying a gust of wind behind his neck.

"Crimson!"

Ignat whispered an Old Feysac word in a low, hoarse voice.

A feeling of deep tranquility pervaded instantly.

The mist in the air also disappeared in an instant.

Therefore, in Igna's eyes, the body of Bunsuri attacking him was also reflected. At this moment, Wen Xiuri's body was no longer hidden.

The realm of night, the spell of deep sleep!

However, Igna was also affected by the spell.

And he quickly fell asleep without hesitation.

Because, when he doesn't fall asleep naturally, he can instinctively stay awake. This is the conclusion that Ignatius came to when confronting Chris's weekly dream investigation!

Moreover, he is not fighting alone now!

In just an instant, Igna woke up quickly and broke free from the abnormal dream, but in front of his eyes, Wen Xiuli seemed to be able to stay awake under the effect of the sleep spell.

He pounced on Igna, as if he wanted to give Igna a hug.

Ignatius froze, there was something special about Wen Xiuri's body!

But Ignatius still wanted a final resistance.

"boom-"

The next moment, the bullet shot by the shotgun penetrated Wensuri's right chest and flew out by rubbing Ignatius' side.

The blood spattered on Igna's cheek again.

Igna looked at Wen Xiuli, at his eyes that reflected his own reflection, tugging and struggling with Shen Mian.

However, this time, Igna was extraordinarily calm, as if the warm blood flowing in front of him was just a target.

Ignatius held the dagger and stabbed forward forcefully.

However, in an instant, Igna suddenly felt cold all over.

There were indescribable ravings in his head, and suddenly, Igna felt that there were countless small snakes crawling in his head, but it seemed to freeze his brain.

This feeling is both familiar and unfamiliar.

...is the breath of the superior...

However, the next moment Ignatius' eyes filled with the layers of gray and white mist that he was very familiar with.

The two collided with each other in Igna's mind. Igna only felt that his eyeballs were congested, and everything in front of him was covered in blood red.

Wen Xiuri also disappeared.

Igna didn't know what was going on.

But at this time, it is obvious that we can't sit still.

Ignat subconsciously wanted to use his spirituality and cast a lightning spell to wake him up.

However, Igna found that his spirituality had dried up, and just one thought made him feel a splitting headache. UU reading www.uukanshu.com I don't know where the dagger in his hand fell. The body did not know when it was kneeling on the ground.

At this moment, he could only see a patch of blood in his eyes, as if the room was stained with crimson. The spiritual world and reality seem to overlap.

There was the sound of wind and rain outside the window, and the raindrops floated in from nowhere and landed on Igna's face.

"Dalot..." A slightly weak voice sounded slightly.

Ignatius suddenly came back to his senses.

He struggled to prop up his body and searched for the source of the sound with the faint light.

found it.

Artea sat on the ground with the barrel of the gun propped up in front of her.

Igna suddenly had a bad feeling.

He stumbled to his feet and ran over, only to find that Artea was in really bad condition.

"Prayer" took effect.

The role of "injury transfer" can transfer fatal wounds on people to other places. Within 48 hours, this spell can only be used once on a person, and the location of the transfer is random.

Altea's new wound is on the left abdomen.

There was a blood-red stain there, and it was still expanding at this time. The blood-colored flowers bloomed on her abdomen, combined with the previous scar on her heart, like two huge roses.

Hearing Igna's voice, holding the shotgun, Altea raised her head with difficulty.

The bottom of her eyes was dark blue, her eyes were blood red, and the blood vessels around the eye sockets also appeared, as if they had climbed up the dense little snakes.

She smiled slightly and said:

"Very good."

"You're fine.

Artea's voice seemed to contain sand. After she finished speaking, she could no longer hold the barrel of the gun and fell into Igna's arms.