Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Guimarães, who was also restricted, fought back the demonized humans that surrounded him. The power of his Dawn Light Sword was greatly weakened and he was unable to kill the opponent immediately.

It's a pity that the magical items from the Sun Path have been used up, otherwise there would be no need to fight these two demonized humans.

The old man with green moss in the center of the storm was not affected by the fighting around him and continued to read his decayed books, his consciousness immersed in the symbols.

"The above order must be maintained for half an hour."

"Notarization is valid, and violators will be judged."

From the Knowledge Church, Lundberg and his team made a decision that made both Díaz and Guimarães want to curse. Who was the one to punish?

The man whose hair had lost its blond hair pulled out a broad sword and immediately slashed the werewolf in front of him, or more appropriately half-wolf and half-human.

The gushing blood dyed the ground red. His companion moved toward the desk in front of him to pick up the feather that was close at hand, but was pulled back by the woman with glasses following him. The traces of sparks that fell from the broad sword's block fell on the place where he originally stood.

"Lowen, why didn't you die on Brito Island?"

After releasing the mental shock, Dias also pulled out a long sword filled with white morning light to stop Lundborg and his party. The other party emitted golden light again and was not affected by this.

They really tricked themselves, or they fell into Guimarães' plan from the beginning, and everyone's extraordinary abilities were restricted to each other.

"You took the Death Feather on Brito Island, right? It would be too greedy to take one now."

"The church took that away."

Dias responded to Lowen's question, and the sound of rifle fire made them hurriedly hide and retreat to find cover. This was enough to threaten their lives at the moment.

"Put aside your stance, right? You are as shameless as ever."

The transformed werewolves and demons jumped out and took out their prepared rifles and started shooting at the people around them. The redness in their eyes made them unable to restrain their tendency to kill.

The relatively calm vampires jumped into the darkness on the roof, leaving only one person who had completely mutated into the appearance of a legendary vampire.

The fingers with nails turned into spikes grasped the incoming bullet and directly crushed it and threw it away, protecting his important heart and quickly avoiding this target.

"Hell, if you do this, you won't be able to tell the winner at dawn. If those strong men from the previous fight are still there, wouldn't it be in vain?"

The middle-aged man with a mustache dressed as a scholar exchanged guns with the person at the door. Now the area around the old man with green moss is like a restricted area, and no one can get close.

Guimarães no longer paid attention to Feather's affairs because of the tragic death of his previous teammates, and now focused on killing the two demons who came to him.

The strangeness in their bodies has greatly degraded, and their powerful self-healing power has also been lost. After realizing that they are no longer people holding white lightsabers, they want to escape from here.

Guimarães found the right opportunity to push them back. In the corridor outside, there was a big hole in the rotten wooden wall.

It was suppressed by that strange piece of rag before, but it is different now.

He no longer had to worry about pollution or the safety of his teammates, so he let the morning light fill the long sword in his hand. As for where the sword came from, he just pulled it out of the wall.

He was so preoccupied with confronting Diaz that he forgot that there might be accidents to others, otherwise he would definitely stab them with swords of punishment.

The two people who had retreated approached the people outside, relying on the filth and flames they used to interfere with Guimarães' approach.

The sound of banging and messy gunfire, accompanied by the sound of collapsing decaying walls, turned the small long corridor into chaos.

Guimarães emerged from the crashed compartment and was pushed back by the rifle bullet again. I don't know if the person who was hit was dead. He broke away from the rules of this area and relied on his demonic physical fitness to recover. Bar!

Damn——

He punched the stone brick next to him and made a dent there. This wave really screwed him up. He tried to call the rules around him again, but there was a danger of correction stopping him.

After losing his target, he returned to the main room through the inner door. The study room where the old man was located happened to be next to the spacious reception room, which happened to make this place the focus of competition among a group of people.

He pulled his hand back as fast as he opened the door. The rusty metal door was torn down to the ground by bullets. His body avoided the wall that would fall down at the touch and came behind the thick masonry wall.

After a while, the wooden partition above was knocked down, and the flying wood chips piled up on his side. I also happened to observe the situation inside.

The old man with green moss was still sitting at the desk, knowingly avoiding his area when shooting bullets.

It seems that those crazy people are also somewhat rational, and try not to be the first to touch them if they don't know the danger.

When he squatted down, he found that most of the bullets were coming towards him, and he cursed in his heart. Did he reach some agreement after being away for a short period of time? Damn Evie Diaz.

In fact, if you look at it from the inside perspective, you will find that Guimarães is currently the closest to the old man with green moss. A slight negligence may miss him, so naturally he does not dare to be too careless.

The black shadow hiding on the roof wanted to jump onto the table of the old man with green moss. The bullet that was shot to stop it was blocked by blood that was burning with fire.

"Holy Light...

Some illusory and pure sunlight beams fell and directly illuminated the area where the green moss old man was. Violent corrosion and burning sounds were heard, and the splashing blood disappeared in the light. The fallen man's appearance was charred and fell to the side, struggling in pain.

"How dare you do this?"

Dias' scolding voice came, and he noticed the group of people following Lowen, especially the man in the middle with his arms folded. I wish I could just pick up the gun in my hand and blow his head to pieces.

"Who are you."

Lorwen, who had repelled the completely transformed vampire, came back with his sword to separate the spoiler who appeared behind him at some point.

"If I were you, I would run away quickly, hahaha... The man pulled left and right and fled from here quickly, with a satisfied laugh of success in his mouth.

The approaching Guimarães seemed to feel the uneasy feeling of death, but it was far less than the previous time, but it was enough to drive him to escape instinctively.

"We can't continue. Let's deal with that group of people first, Lowen." Dias kicked off the decaying wall behind and ran away with his companions.

The few people hiding above were the first to scream, and the waving green-brown vines were produced like piercing through the ground. There was nothing unnatural, only the vitality of reproduction.

The green moss old man's hair and fluffy beard turned into roots and became entangled with the surrounding vines. The original desk was hidden among the plants.

He raised his head in confusion, and a few snow-white bones fell down and were caught by the surrounding vines and swept away. Then he turned around and continued to immerse himself in reading the books in the gaps.