"Damn it, that young man Cauchy is that witch spirit warrior?" Chris's face was gloomy. Although he had expected the inseparable relationship between the Cauchy and Negri, he did not expect that the young man was actually a witch spirit warrior.

"I don't know what kind of answer they will give this test." Chris has learned some information: "Negri's power may be a little stronger than we expected."

I remembered the invitation from Bujitel to him, sharing life through bacteria, which can make people break through the limits of human life, so that there will be more people who surrender to Negri's feet.

Even if you only look at the other person from Bugittle's memory, you have to admit that the other person has an indescribable charm, a sense of fatal danger, and a deep ominous person. If a weak-willed person stands in front of Negri, he will probably choose to surrender to Negri in fear.

"Is it Mr. Chris?" A voice suddenly remembered.

Chris looked at him in search of the voice and saw a man in a black robe standing not far from the alley looking at him.

"After Lord Comoros' order, we have agreed to your request." The man in black said in a deep voice: "We will arrange for you to meet Isabella and his daughter, but whether you can take them away depends on your ability."

"Is that right?" Chris looked at the man in black robe in front of him. He knew that these people were the Crows who were the Cauchy people guarding the order of Reastemians. Through rhythm, Chris could sense the other party's strange vitality.

"Has it been transformed by Negri?" Chris thought to himself, thinking that if there was a conflict, he should defeat the other party.

"Please follow me." The man in black robe turned around and walked towards the other side. Chris narrowed his eyes and followed. He was an existence as a vanguard army. As high-level officials of the Divine Mercy, Osgutin and others would be greatly disturbed if they wanted to leave here.

Before Chris came here, the upper class of the Kingdom of Interkami were engaged in various exchanges and struggles for this matter. If nothing unexpected happens, Osgutin should have come here soon with help.

Only then did they have the confidence to take Isabella away from here, otherwise Chris alone would be extremely difficult to protect the safety of Isabella and his daughter.

"It's this, Mr. Chris, please come in." The black-robed crow man led Chris to a gorgeous manor and opened the door for him.

"Thank you then." Chris said in a deep voice, walking into the door without hesitation.

"No thanks, Mr. Chris, I admire your deeds very much. I hope there will be a chance to fight." The black-robed crow man said politely, lifting his hood off and revealing a face full of black marks: "My name is Nozades, and I look forward to the arrival of that day."

Chris looked at the black marks on Nozades's face, nodded and walked into the door, passed through the long corridor, came to a hall, and saw a young man praying.

"Legendary Chris Modo, it's a privilege to see you. I am Comoros." The young man stood up and said after praying.

Comoros still looks like he is eighteen or nineteen years old. The impact of ten years on his appearance is insignificant, but if you distinguish it from his temperament, you will find his complete change.

Originally, Comoros was just a cowardly and crazy boy, but now anyone who saw him would have a word that rose from the bottom of his heart - strange.

It seemed as if there was something extremely terrible hidden deep in this person's heart. If one does not pay attention, the dangerous thing would jump out of his body and swallow up the person who was watching him.

"Captain Comoros, it's honor to see you." Chris looked at the strange young man opposite and remembered the information about Comoros he had collected.

It was this person who brought back Negri's faith, and he also became the leader of the Ravens organization that formulated the order of Reastemians. In Reastemians, except Negri, he held the greatest power, and was truly above ten thousand people.

But now after meeting, Chris keenly sensed the incongruous rhythm of Comoros through breathing.

The main secret of breathing is to integrate yourself into the rhythm of all things through breathing. As a kind of thing, human beings naturally have unique rhythms. Even the rhythm of each person is different and will change with the individual's state.

Excellent breathing practitioners can determine where a person has undergone illness by distinguishing the inconsistency between a person's rhythm. Therefore, many practitioners who disguise themselves as breathing practitioners are useless unless they can change their own natural rhythm.

But now the rhythm of Comoros seems very strange, even more strange than the rhythm of those crows. The rhythm of those crows is mixed with some strange things, which changes their rhythm, while Comoros' rhythm is like two rhythms forcibly combining.

"That chaotic and ominous feeling can make people fear by just feeling the rhythm, Nageri?" Chris breathed a sigh of relief. The Comoros in front of him could be regarded as Nageri. After all, most of the existences were eroded by Nageri and turned into puppets who only know how to obey.

"Isabella and his daughter are in the back hall now. You can go to see them. As for whether they want to go with you, that is your business." Comoros said calmly: "The other thing is not to disturb the order of Rea."

Chris nodded, walked around Comoros, and walked into the back hall. He saw Isabella sitting on the chair with some discomfort, and Nora around him with curiosity on his face.

"Hello, Ms. Isabella." Chris walked into the mother and daughter, and constantly perceived the rhythm of the two through breathing. Isabella's rhythm was normal. In addition to living in Rea for many years and having a large number of bacteria in her body, there were only a few minor diseases.

What really shocked Chris was Nora. The little girl's rhythm did not even have to be weak Chris. Even in her rhythm, there were loud roars of dragons, and even the spreading bacteria did not appear on her body.

"Is the blood of the Dragon Son activated? Nora is the prophetic saint of savior?" Chris looked at the golden light flashing in Nora's pure eyes, and finally believed in the witch's prophecy.

"I believe the lady has also speculated about the purpose of my visit here. Please prepare for it. In a short time, someone will take the lady back home." Chris said to Isabella, who looked a little complicated.

Isabella's lips squirmed twice and finally said:

"I refuse."
Chapter completed!