Inside the ring of the angel of time and space, white mist is still everywhere.

But the once-million-strong crowd has now turned into three or two kittens.

Some of the ones released by Charles were not counted. Some of them were imprisoned here. After so long, they had starved to death. As the fog drifted, only ferocious bones were left to look at the sky empty, telling the story of what they had experienced here.

This even includes the casters left by Shire.

Although the casters have various powerful abilities, they still cannot directly escape the limitations of their original body under the sixth level of the Holy See and the Necromancer's zombie throne.

They will also be hungry, hungry and need normal living habits.

It's just that there's no food or drinking water at all.

It is enough to endure it after a short time, but after a long time, it is impossible for anyone to bear it. So at present, the only bald black-robed judge in the church still exists.

And the Necromancer was left with only two guys in red tuxedo.

As for the others, there is only one existence that is deeply trapped in the rocky ground that does not belong to both sides. It is in a deep sleep and is not well-known to others.

So much so that there is a vague trend of polarization here. The lonely judge was at the end of the mist, and in order to avoid his attack, the two necromancers ran to the other end.

Even normal spell casting elements can be strictly closed within the ring of the time and space angel. Except for the magic elements that can be cast every time Charles uses this treasure, the elements here are used a little less, so that now, they have no way to use spell abilities at all, and they can only rely on their own talents or special abilities.

However, in addition to those of them who are alive, there are actually many human souls floating here.

Although the necromancer can use the soul, in fact, only the psychic faction is good at using the soul. Unfortunately, the two necromancer masters here at this moment are not psychics.

So much so that they don't need these large amounts of souls at all.

So these souls are usually floating, but they are still "leisure".

However, when Charles outside used this object, countless souls that had originally floated around suddenly seemed to be like cats smelling fishy smell, all of them looked at a certain direction in the foggy space, and then flocked to it.

The white mist ripples, and the collision of the soul forms one foggy-like face after another, which ripples and then disappears.

Looking from above through the fog, you can see hundreds or thousands of translucent phantoms flying towards a young man who suddenly appeared and was frozen, and poured into his body like a milk swallow returning to his nest.

This huge momentum even alarmed both the church and the necromancer staff. However, after they rushed there, they did not find any situation. Even the brown-haired young man disappeared. Instead, the two sides fought here because of this encounter.

In large groups, their abilities are not just about their own personality splits, but also about absorbing external personality and inheriting personality abilities or giving birth to new mutated abilities.

At this moment, Charles outside didn't know that he had created a very wonderful special living body by coincidence. After solving the difficult guy, he didn't do anything else, but wanted to take revenge on the existence of the nickname Shadow King.

After all, he was regarded as a shield by others, and not returning it always made him unwilling to accept it.

In fact, although I had never thought that the French beard would use him before, Charles was still prepared because of his habits.

Standing under the rock wall at the end of the canyon, Charle flipped his palm and two gold-edged cards came into his eyes.

...

On a street in Washington State, USA, a convertible sports car is slowly driving in various traffic.

A white-clothed bearded man was driving a sports car while talking to himself.

"Are you sure David will be drawn away?" His mouth opened and closed, and his voice was clear, but then he whispered in a low voice: "I'm pretty sure."

"Are you sure that the death row prisoner can delay for a certain period of time and not be resolved by David?"

"I'm 80% sure."

"Then are you sure that death row prisoners won't cause trouble for you afterwards?"

"The death row prisoner is not worth worrying about. He has a weird ability, but he cannot be David's opponent. He will be dealt with." The bearded man in white said, laughing, "I watched David grow up, and no one knows him better than me. David is a monster."

"I don't think Shadow King is qualified to say that others are monsters."

"Is that so? Then let's wait and see. Maybe when David reveals his true face, you may fall off your chin."

After saying this with a smile, the bearded man in white dress turned up and then became calm and calm again.

The convertible sports car drove with the traffic and finally stopped in front of a towering round building. He looked up at the dozens of floors and smiled.

"I can smell the monk in red robe."

After saying that, he got out of the sports car and raised his legs toward the building.

However, as soon as he stepped apart, his face suddenly changed, and then he looked vicious: "Oliver, how dare you resist me at this time?"

But in the blink of an eye, his face turned crazy, without any response, but grinned his teeth and looked ferocious, and his throat kept making gurgling sounds, like a mad dog.

The two souls then started a fight in the body of the man in white.

Under normal circumstances, the soul as the Shadow King only needs to move ideas to suppress the original soul of this body - even if the other party is also a psychic psychic.

But when this guy was suddenly crazy, he also felt that his thinking had become a little confused for some reason, and his originally clear thoughts gradually became dull, and he had the urge to fall asleep regardless of whether he was careless.

In this case, he couldn't do anything to the other party for a moment!

In addition to the counterattack of possessed personality, he also had to resist the inexplicable fatigue, but there were actually three souls in this body.

Taking advantage of the internal struggle between the two sides, the last soul fisherman in his body benefited and instantly took control of the body.

However, just as the slightly nervous female soul snatched her body control with a snicker, she opened her eyes and suddenly realized that she had been tied up at this moment, and at the same time, she had a head-like mental restriction item on her head!

A group of white coats were around her, pointing around her, so that she was a little stunned.

...

Standing in front of the three departments for so long, let alone those special elites, even ordinary people are enough to react.

So by chance, this villain boss who traveled around the world and even had an enemy of Professor Charles was easily captured by the official variant department.

Sleeping curse, mad dog curse.

Curse ability is not a direct combat method, this type of spell is better at the underworld.

So much so that Charles, who was thousands of miles away, used the power of curses, which directly had a serious impact on the conspirator.

However, for the parties involved, after doing all this, he actually didn't know the specific revenge.

Because there was something that attracted him, Charles did not stay and inquire, but bent down the black hole deep in the canyon and drilled into it.

The space in the dark cave was narrow, and I walked with my waist and turned several bends. Finally, a blue gap like a crack in the space came into my eyes.
Chapter completed!