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mask?

A man and a woman looked at her silently. In the eyes of the other party, Sen Yuesha was like a TV set with the wrong frequency, showing a distorted and distorted state——

The uninvited guest was covered by cobweb-like space debris.

"Welcome, strange ritualist."

"Did you defeat the Son of the Mist?"

The man with the Prajna mask spoke first, walked over on the slime, bypassed the students who were praying, and stayed five or six meters away from Senyuesha.

In the tone of the male voice, there are very gentle and approachable words.

He bowed slightly, turned sideways politely, and opened his hands to Sen Yuesha: "We welcome any ritual practitioners who are not hostile."

"Whether chaos or order—"

The man confidently conveyed to Mori Yuesha the thoughts of him or the organization behind him: "You see, we are human beings, and regardless of order or chaos, we are always different from us."

"So……"

The man made a fool of himself, but Mori Yuesha still looked at him silently.

"Then, of course humans are bound closely with each other, aren't you right?"

"This... sir?"

"Or Miss?"

Mori Yuesha nodded, spread her hands, and signaled the man to continue.

"So, whether you are order or chaos,

I don't think we have any reason to be hostile. "

"The organization behind me can provide you with information that ordinary people simply cannot access.

And these can make you stronger and surpass those ritualists of the same level faster..."

Prajna's alluring speech seems to have infected himself.He stated passionately, "Our purpose is to transcend order and chaos!"

"Why do we kill each other?"

"This is a conspiracy between order and chaos!"

"Only power itself is real!"

Sen Yuesha was noncommittal, she looked up at the crowd who were still worshiping devoutly: "How do you know that I am not an official?"

The girl's voice had a neutral tone and was vague.

The man behind the mask couldn't hide his smile: "Because we know the field team of the "ceremony place" too well. "

"Today, only Bai Ju can come."

He took two steps forward, approaching Sen Yuesha: "And Bai Ju, for us who have the blessing of the fog at this moment..."

"Not enough to be afraid of."

pat.

Keep going.

"So, strange ritualist, what is your choice?"

The humming and flapping of wings reappeared.

A palm-sized, disgusting fly landed on Hannya's shoulder, its abdomen wriggled and bulged, and its two huge compound eyes were dense and terrifying.

The black fly moved, and under the gesture of the man, two slender tentacles protruded from the fly's abdomen.

Twist in front of Mori Yuesha.

This appears to be the tube used to inject things.

"Open your mouth and accept the gift of the mist."

"Or, choose to be the enemy of the "Masquerade Ball". "

As you can see, the man's seductive words hide murderous intent and danger.

Sen Yuesha tilted her head, she looked at the information displayed on the purple projection, and chuckled lightly.

To the man's ears, the laughter was eerie and hoarse.

"Hey, it's very impolite to ask people to open their mouths when they meet each other, sir."

Chapter 173 Chapter 47 An Imminent Battle!

【Name:--】

[Inducer (Chaos): ——]

【ability:--】

【Energy level: Lv2 · "Super sequence"】

[Note: When the energy level gap between the enemy and the enemy is too large, there is no need to waste mana detection and display. 】

Mori Yuesha: ...Thank you for your reminder.

I know I can crush him to death, so I just want to see if it works.

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Hannya looked at this strange ritualist strangely.

A few seconds ago, after the opponent summoned a scalpel with his ability, he began to stare at his left side in a daze.

Like there's something there.

But... In just a few seconds, he still felt the unfriendly aura emanating from the other party.

The man retreated silently——

Suddenly, the blurry figure spoke: "Forget it if you don't let me see it. It's stingy."

The opponent moved his fingers nimbly, and the slender blade turned and jumped in the palm of his hand.

Even though there was a distance of five meters, the figure swung a knife.

The next moment, the shadow faded...

A strong sense of crisis was ringing in the man's mind!

If you can't escape, you will die!

puff!

Before the afterimage disappeared, Mori Yuesha suddenly appeared behind the man, holding the handle of the knife in her slender hand, tearing half of Hannya's neck!

Blood splattered!

Stepping on the ground with one foot, with a backhand slanted, the silver light chopped up the black fly. After turning, it continued to come straight towards the man!

She is like a soft and flexible fish in the water, clinging to the figure of Prajna dodging in embarrassment.

Clang!

The clash of blades!

The man blocked the blade with his arm...

The trembling arm showed the other party's very reluctant state.

And between the cut wounds, what was exposed was not muscles and bones, but black wriggling bristles!

"You are destined to become the nutrient of the mist!"

The voice behind the mask spoke fiercely, followed by a black muzzle!

The man who resisted with one hand drew his gun from his waist and aimed at Mori Yuesha in an instant!

"Die!"

boom! boom! boom!

The trigger was pulled continuously!

The flames roared at the muzzle of the gun, but behind the mask, the man's face became more and more ugly.

In his sight, this blurred ceremonial person turned his head flexibly, and three bullets just passed her body barely——

Missed.

"You are not "Super Order"! "

Finally, this man who had always observed etiquette lost his composure under Mori Yuesha's actions.

He raised his voice in disbelief!

How can it be?

You must know that although the "Origin" level ritualists can dodge small-caliber pistol bullets when they are prepared and at a long distance——

But at the moment, he has almost stuck to the opponent's face.

so close...

Only "judgment" level ritual practitioners have such physical fitness and reflexes.

Perhaps even the "Judgment" level is difficult to achieve...

Prajna's heart sank little by little.

"who are you?"

The man retreated sharply, and with the help of gunfire, he moved away from Sen Yuesha.

The girl fiddled with the scalpel a few times.

She sank down, the creep under her feet was suddenly crushed, and the mucus splashed!

The black hair fluttered like a flower, and the girl went straight forward!

"Mist!"

"I am your tentacles that walk on the ground!"