"Is it okay?" Allen glanced at the blonde girl and asked with some concern.

"Well, it's okay." For some reason, Charia's head was lowered, and her golden hair covered her face. Her expression could not be seen clearly. She could only hear her voice still crisp and pleasant.

Alan felt much more at ease when he saw this, and realized that she was not sad and sad because of what had happened before.

He was about to say something comforting, but at this moment, his face suddenly changed. Although he was not discovered by the classmates behind him, he still quickly restrained his expression.

Just now, the [Sixth Sense] that had already stopped a little, the alarm bell rang again, no longer the extremely indifferent reminder before, the endless but extremely weak sense of crisis. What he felt now was a strong threat of death, the sense of crisis that seemed to be targeted by death made Alan's hair stand up all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be over-electric.

It seems that he is a lonely boat in the sea, sailing in the storm of storms, and is at risk of his impending overturn at any time.

He looked around in surprise. The dining table that had not been passive was filled with abundant things, and even some were still steaming. Candles dripping like rubies burned quietly. The cold wind entered the door that was being closed by the servants and blew the decorations in the hall.

All of this is so peaceful and quiet. Although the atmosphere has become a little quiet because of some things, the classmates and friends who are still staying next to Charia are still trying to create a happy atmosphere. In the distance, where Saros, who is calm on the surface but is happy in his heart, the other party and a group of business partners are also chatting and laughing, without any disharmoniousness.

All of this is so harmonious, without any sign of crisis. Allen's thoughts couldn't help but fall into a deadlock. Before, he thought his [sixth sense] was to warn him of something big disaster about to happen in this place, so he felt the fear of walking by the cliff.

But now after he carefully observed, he found that there was no upcoming crisis here, at least he did not see it.

Alan changed his mind when he thought about this. He felt that he had a bad idea. He thought it was about to happen in a fire or something violent. But after careful consideration, he decisively ruled out these two possibilities.

Because after he advanced to Black Iron, although he had become Superman, if it was just a small scene like a fire, he could escape by himself, and even rely on his excellent perception to find out and give a warning at the moment when the fire spreads.

So, he was thinking about what the current crisis feeling represents. Just as he was pondering, time was also passing quietly.

...

Bang, the blood-like light in front of Molia and John suddenly spread and exploded.

Boom, as if a huge bomb exploded in front of the two of them, the violent energy suddenly burst out, but was bounded by some force into a hemispherical light shield, razing the spot to the ground, leaving only a large pit that was sunk downward in a radius of five meters.

There is nothing at the bottom of the pit that has turned dark red. The rock walls and stones that may exist underground are also melted into lava by the terrifying high temperature.

However, such a fierce attack did not attract anyone's attention, but the residents dozens of meters away were not even shocked by such movements.

Alessandra looked at the huge pit in front of her. Her left hand raised seemed to be ready to put it down. The cane in his right hand began to lightly tap the long street again, and the sound of clattering sounds started again.

Sa, accompanied by the bitter sound, a bright sword light as bright as moonlight streaked across Alessandra's body.

"Hey, have you run away?" A heroic voice sounded in the air. The next moment, I saw a tall and burly man with two swords standing on the long street. However, the long sword in his left shoulder scabbard had been unsheathed, and a bright bloodline was pulled up on the long sword in his right hand.

In the knife just now, he could only feel the feeling of the blade slashing through his body for a moment, the feeling of tearing something and cutting it off. He knew that his knife had basically failed. Although it left a deep impression on the other party, he still did not kill him in the end.

At this time, Alessandra's figure in black robe who was turning around also disappeared, only the pool of red blood in the spot showed everything that had just happened.

"Mr. Delia, did he run away?" And in the shadow beside him, a dark light appeared, and Moria and John came out of the light shield and fell to the ground.

The two men who originally attached great importance to their appearance really didn't care about the dust on the ground and the cold sweat on their bodies. After all, they were really hung up by the thread before. Although they had already made plans and plans before, they knew how difficult this plan was when they really faced each other.

It is not that they are not good at planning, nor that they are not brave enough, but that they are actually unable to resist when they are opposite each other. This is not a inferior nature, but the instinct of awe of higher creatures that has been inherited from ancient times.

The strong man of the Silver Level has completed the first sublimation of the essence of his life. If the Black Iron Level is just a quantitative change, the Silver Level is really a qualitative transformation.

When a profession is facing such a situation, as long as his or her rank is lower than his or her rank, he or she will be shocked by the other party as long as he or she is an enemy. This is an inevitable gap. Even if some people can ignore the other party's suppression with their strong will, it does not mean that this level of effect does not exist.

Therefore, there is basically no saying in this world that weak defeats the strong. Everyone is trying their best to make themselves stronger. Even if they have that kind of deed, they will not be purely weak. At least one or a few points of the other party are stronger than the other party, otherwise why would he create miracles and break the suppression of the level?

"It must have been run away." Deria glanced at them and touched her chin thoughtfully.

"No, how could our exquisite combat plan fail?" The two men, who were sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, said in confusion.

"What's the matter? It's not a strange thing."

"How could a bloody priest from the silver rank run so easily to stop him?" Deria said without any disappointment.

"Then do we still want to go down and take a look?" John asked. Before he finished speaking, Moria's face changed and he just wanted to cover his mouth.

"Of course, go in and see if there are any clues. Even if it's just to destroy this den, it's a good thing." Deria seemed to have not seen Molia's expression at all and said with a smile.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the two of them and walked towards the yard next to him.

"What should I do?" John asked Moria, who was back to back with him.

"What else can I do? Follow this guy, at least it's much safer to be alone than to be alone with us." Molia said angrily.

"That's right. You said you had been preparing for a long time and didn't kill the other party. This guy is a bit awesome." John stood up and patted the dust on his body and said to Molia, who was moving in unison beside him.

"Ahem, I'm too weak if I didn't kill him with one knife." The voice of Deria, who had entered the yard, suddenly came from the air.

"I shouldn't have chosen you as my partner back then. Just your mouth, I will be killed by you sooner or later." Molia said unhappily after hearing the other party's words.

John shrugged helplessly, showing a helpless expression. How did I know that he had gone down and was still caring about the conversation between us? Besides, the sound transmission technique can be heard. It's my fault.

Moria glanced at John, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed helplessly, pointed to the direction of the gate of the yard, signaling that the other party should follow.

After they entered the backyard and entered the house, they saw the secret room that was violently cracked by the other party, the collapsed walls, the broken ground and the black holes below all showed where the other party was.

Moria estimated that the other party was looking for a secret room and still had some force to destroy the entire house. Although the inside of the house seemed to have been blasted by countless explosives, it at least maintained the overall integrity of the house structure.

The two of them took a look, and after they noticed the aura that Deria deliberately released, they also jumped into the black hole on the ground.

After falling rapidly for about ten seconds, they landed on the ground. Before contacting, they decisively added a feather drop technique to prevent themselves from being injured. Then they added dark vision and keen insight, and then began to look at the underground space.

The fluffy and messy soil was trimmed into a flat ground by spells, and there was nothing left in this wide space at this time. Apart from the magic array patterns engraved on the surrounding walls, there was nothing left.

No, under the vision after being blessed by the spell, they realized that there were still some objects left in the middle of this square space.

On the ground shaped by the earth-forming rock spell, a dent reflected by heavy objects appeared, as well as those colors that had been melted into the soil, including dull red and desolate pale white.

Derria, who had reached the underground one step ahead of them, was standing there, with a quiet and solemn face, completely different from the original laughter.

He just stood there quietly, in the shadows and in the darkness, he was like a quiet sculpture, and like a mountain, as stable and quiet. But in such silence, Molia and the others could feel the anger that was like a volcano was about to erupt, and the aura under the sea was already surging and undercurrents, but the sea was still calm.

The wind suddenly rang out, and in this quiet space, the wind swirled around Deria. In the quiet background, a violent sound suddenly sounded at such a time, as if playing an elegy.

Those were the two long swords behind Deria's back, whistling and whistling. Deria just stood there and muttered to himself, "I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!