Chapter 340: The End of the Ceremony

Under the stirring white light, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

And as the summoner who summoned the phantom of the saint, although Baines was not directly attacked, under the influence of the white light, he had the consciousness of being hostile to Nordora's phantom.

dispelling the phantoms of the saints—

Although he has the will to resist and the consciousness to maintain the summoning, it still inevitably affects Noldora's phantom.

The phantom of Saint Nordora, although she was not greatly affected by the white light, took a defensive action in time, but was also disturbed by the crowd and herd of beasts who were affected by the white light and desperately tried to restrict her movement, and was also affected by Bein. Due to the influence of Si, she was able to block the attack, so she couldn't completely block the impact.

Under this blow, her originally hazy body became flickering, as if it was about to disappear, and her original movements also became stiff.

Seeing such a situation, Nafar, who escaped from the influence of the white light the fastest except for the phantom of the saint, immediately blocked——

Following the change in the breath of life that only Sallylin could vaguely feel, the viscount Nafal clenched his palms towards the strong man in short movements.

click -

On the flesh and blood of the strong man's body, the traces of petrification began to spread at an extremely fast speed.

However, in the face of such a situation, the black-gray cracks that appeared on the neck of the strong man, like eyes that seemed to be opened, and cracks that looked like split teeth, showed a "smile".

Almost at the moment when the traces of petrification began to spread, a white light that captivated people's hearts burst out.

Sally Lin who was just about to take action, the frost-blue blood wings on her back were restrained again, and her whole body's breath surged, resisting the erosion of her heart with the arrogance surging in her blood.

However, Viscount Nafal, who was almost as capable of resisting the mind as Sallylin just now, and was even stronger, suddenly turned his indifferent eyes lingering with murderous intent from the strong man to Baines.

The right hand that was held just now also turned slightly in the direction of Baines

click -

Visible to the naked eye, after the windbreaker was squeezed and deformed by something, the traces of petrification spread rapidly on Baines' body.

Almost instantly, most of Baines' body was petrified.

And the phantom of saint Nordora also became a little blurred at this moment, as if it was about to collapse immediately.

but--

At the moment when the body was about to collapse, Saint Nordora's phantom's eyes were solidified. With the left hand already collapsed, the right hand clenched the long sword, and slashed hard in the direction of the strong man!

A soft arc of light like a star struck the strong man's body.

"How can it be!?"

Following the unbelievable expression on the strong man's face, his body shattered into two pieces from the middle.

The moment the bloody flesh section was exposed to the air, eyeballs suddenly separated from his shoulders and the shadows of his body.

At this moment, because of the death of the strong man, Nafar immediately recovered from the gradually declining spiritual influence.

The right hand moved toward the eyeballs, toward the black-gray cracks that appeared in the air one by one, as if they had no entity.

Crackling——

The traces of petrification quickly covered dozens of eyeballs.

And at the same time, Sally Lin opened her mouth full of ice crystals, the frosty blood wings on her back flapped, and the biting cold wind swept the remaining eyeballs and cracks.

"No!!!!"

The eyeballs trying to escape were frozen and petrified in the air, and all fell to the ground.

And the breath of life on Viscount Nafal's body changed again, and the bright white light formed two hazy big hands clasping together, holding those petrified and frozen eyeballs into the palms of their hands.

Accompanied by the burning sound that seemed to affect the human form, the eyeballs in the gray-black cracks were burned to death.

And the screams finally stopped completely.

In the furnace square, men and women who were constantly being replaced by legends and whose bodies were changing, the changes in their bodies stopped

Jacqueline and Dantès, who were stepping back on the Furnace Square and the Gentleman's Club block to guard against the ever-expanding ceremony, suddenly discovered that the ever-expanding scope of the ceremony had stopped expanding.

Those affected, also did not experience any further changes in appearance

The two looked at each other, with a little doubt and joy mixed with caution in their eyes.

Did you make it?

And similarly, Yago also breathed a sigh of relief:

"The risk was successful."

He glanced at Shugein, who was a little sluggish:

"Thank you, sir."

"Using abilities to directly interfere with a high-sequence Beyonder, even if it's just a phantom skeleton, is quite dangerous."

Hugein, who was lying on his shoulder, said in a serious tone:

"If there was no mask, you would have died just now."

Hearing this sentence, Yago also smiled: "However, we succeeded, didn't we?"

"You use the power of the dealer, and I use the power of the phantom thief to transfer 'luck' to the phantom of that saint."

Hearing this, Hugein just glanced at him:

"It didn't really transfer to her. Our ability actually affected the summoner more, and we paid a price."

Hearing this sentence, Yago couldn't help but turn his eyes, and glanced at the shattered left hand, which was inscribed with a glass bead-like ball translated as "6" in unknown characters.

With the help of Shugeyin, when he used the abilities of a strange thief and a gambler to intervene remotely with the help of the gatekeeper's mask, the mysterious object that Shugeyin proposed for him to hold as insurance had already been broken.

"Playing with probabilities, the dangers are considerable."

Hugein whispered as he gazed at the sphere.

"I think so too." Yago nodded.

The "fate" approach, through the influence of probability, weaves the fate of others and weaves one's own destiny.

Gambler's fallacy, hat trick.

Also, the thread of fate.

No, it should be said to be "the line of probability".

When the ball in his hand shattered, he saw the invisible thread like a spider's silk.

At the same time, in the north of the city, Diroud Railway Station.

A short, slightly fat man with a bit of a sense of honesty, with a pen in his hand, tapped the last line of words on the paper of the notebook.

"The ceremony failed. The legendary warrior who prevented the destruction of Di Lude also left the era that did not belong to him after protecting Di Lude again."

"The master messenger of the ceremony was fully wiped out by the phantoms summoned by Viscount Dirod and Baines Sifan."

Looking at the content on the paper, the short and fat man shook his head:

"a playwright's mystery wasted, but the result was less than perfect, a priest of the thorn tree was missing, and"

He pulled off the cap of the pen, and the pen wrote a few words on the paper:

"Strange Thief", "Corpse Collector".

He seemed to think of something, and added another word on the paper.

"Fast".

And at this time, a voice sounded.

"Mr. Telguiber! Time is up! Time to get on the train!"

A young boy with the appearance of a newsboy stood in front of the entrance of the steam-gusting train carriage, waving at him vigorously, holding a wooden suitcase in his hand.

Seeing the wooden suitcase, the chunky man smiled and walked towards the newsboy:

"However, it's not bad. It's only a little bit close to a perfect fit, and there are other gains."