Chapter 385 Deja Vu

Memphis, Berdette Manor, in the cloakroom of the left suite on the second floor, there is a row of white ghost masks and black robe suits. The white ghost mask only has three holes that look like skeletons, and the black robe is wide and deep. Even if no one is wearing it, just putting it there is extremely scary.

Suddenly, a black robe sprouted arms and legs and walked out of it, like an evil ghost resurrected.

However, he couldn't keep standing at all. He took two steps and lay down directly on the carpet. He took off the white ghost mask, revealing a haggard and pale face. The tip of his nose was sweaty, his cheeks were flushed with oxygen deficiency, and his breathing was shallow and rapid. The sound of 'hahahaha' made my whole body so sore that I didn't even want to move my fingertips.

The function of the lungs is impaired, and there is poor contact everywhere in the body...that dead girl! Apricot and orange! If you are sick, go to the vet! Don't let me meet you again!

For the first time in so many years, the fraudster was so angry that he couldn't help but curse.

The more Igoura thought about it, the more angry he became. The first time he met other magicians in the Time Continent, he actually bumped into Harvey, an acquaintance. Naturally, the two of them teamed up to explore together. Unexpectedly, they would also discover the Heroic Soul Corps and the Death Fight at the same time. Skills field.

So many luck opportunities were piled up together, and it was like the goddess of luck was feeding her to her mouth. Igula even wondered if he had exhausted all his luck in the future. When he got up to take a shower tomorrow morning, he would fall to his death on the bathtub with his head.

Although none of them have received orthodox magician education, no magician would be so stupid as not to even investigate the virtual realm information. In the virtual realm where he can only travel alone, the only person a magician can rely on is himself. The Fate Arena and the Heroic Soul Legion are not secrets, and they all naturally know about them.

As soon as the deceiver thought about it, he thought that he could use the Doom Arena to trap and kill the Heroic Soul Legion. After hearing his whimsical and detailed plan, Harvey's only comment was, "When are you going to find Ash to start a business again, reorganize the Four Pillar Cult, kill the Queen, and seize the throne? I'll be a morgue for you." Just be the house manager.”

Necromancers who have long deleted the word "cherish life" from their dictionary will naturally not be opposed to taking risks, but things go smoothly and unexpectedly. Igurra hides in Harvey's makeshift coffin, and the arena treats the two of them as For the same team, teleport in the Heroic Spirit Commander and a Thousand-Feathered Bird Dragon.

Although separated from the legion, the female commander did not panic at all. She glanced at Igula and the two men and made a swordsmanship stance. The Thousand-Feather Bird Dragon was covered in black armor and seemed to be strengthened.

But that was part of Igurra's plan.

Since he teamed up with Harvey, the arena would naturally send a two-person team to fight them. Igurra had long known that there would be an unstable factor. The combination of "heroic soul commander + knowledge creature" can be said to be the best development envisioned by Igura.

Miracle·Conquer the mind!

This miracle can be said to be the most rigid impression the outside world has on the spiritual faction, and the most typical signboard to directly dominate other creatures and seize control of the mind! The higher the level of the spiritual faction, the higher the success rate!

However, this miracle actually has a very poor effect on intelligent creatures, because even if the magician does not deliberately learn the spiritual faction, as long as the magician is struggling in society, managing interpersonal relationships, and tasting the warmth and warmth of human beings, it is equivalent to the cultivation of the spiritual faction. The degree of quantitative change has not reached the threshold of silver's qualitative change.

But for intellectual creatures who have no social life experience or even civilization at all, this miracle effect is extremely powerful. The reason why Igula is able to thrive in the Time Continent is that he controls a large knowledge creature as his mount every night.

Even if he encounters a tribe of gregarious creatures, Igura is not afraid at all. He can temporarily control one or two gregarious creatures to cause civil strife among them, and rely on the art of command to annihilate the tribe with fewer and more!

Like now!

After taking away the control of the Thousand-Feathered Bird Dragon, although the commander also put on armor, he was unable to resist the siege of Igura and others.

Don't forget that Harvey also brought a ferocious zombie jackal he made tonight into the scene. There were four command units. Igurra had never fought such a generous battle since he entered the virtual realm. He teased the commander. Don't worry, wear away the commander's armor miracle bit by bit.

As time goes by, the commander becomes weaker and weaker, and the dawn of victory is embracing them. However, Igurla does not relax at all, but becomes more cautious!

He knew very well that this might be his only chance in this life, and he would never have the chance to kill the Heroic Soul Commander again. According to the virtual realm's principle of 'the greater the risk, the higher the reward', the benefits from killing the commander will definitely increase his strength.

And strength is what Igula lacks the most.

An Nan, Weaving Festival, Eveline Berdette... Although their personal safety is still guaranteed for the time being, this guarantee is based on perseverance, it is charity from others, and it is because they still have value.

Igulla did not fantasize about gaining the power to solve all problems because of the real dilemma. He still loves the rules of the game and respects the order of the game. But the problem is that they are still chess pieces, and they are still chess pieces used by Annan to cheat. Their safety is in danger Without the protection of the game, even if you die, it will only reduce the vulnerability of the game.

Igula just wanted to have more say, more bargaining chips, and more room to deal with Anan, Efalin and the others.

However, among the few of them, Harvey has a promising future but is currently pulling his hips. Ash is better off hoping that the Four Pillar Gods will have a conscience attack. Liz has no role other than holding him back and causing trouble. Igura can only rely on himself.

He must rely on himself.

Killing the Heroic Soul Commander may be the turning point he is most likely to seize!

"Apricot plus orange!" The fraudster gritted his teeth and hammered the carpet, holding on to the table and barely standing up.

Those two damn rotten women!

Why did we have to form a team and enter the arena at that time!

Igura watched helplessly as the heroic spirit commander who was about to be killed by them patted his butt and left the arena, replaced by two fully armed female sorcerers!

At that moment, Igulla wanted to lie down directly in Harvey's coffin and leave it to pieces!

He had planned so many social engineering projects in Blood Moon and encountered countless unexpected gangsters, but none of the accidents were as outrageous as this one. This was the first time that he was ruined by an impossible event with a probability of less than 1%!

What’s even more infuriating is that they can’t beat them!

Although Psionics and Necromancers are not good at encounters, at that time they had two combat units, Thousand-Feathered Bird Dragon and Great Ferocious Jackal Dragon, and with the two of them assisting from the side, they had a great chance of winning no matter how they looked at it. .

However, when Igura wanted to collect some interest from these two sorcerers to recoup his losses, he was immediately stunned by them.

The explosive power of the red-haired female swordsmen is extremely scary, and they have strange armor miracles. The zombies are directly torn into pieces. Harvey can only reorganize the corpse and barely survive; Igura is even worse, and he is the enemy. The black and white female sorcerer has mastered the time-based magic spirit. Once the deceiver moves, he will move too far and actively bump into the attack range of the black and white female sorcerer. She uses silk threads to bind the joints all over the body and then beats him.

Even if he surrendered in time, Igula's joints, chest, and lungs were still affected. The injuries to the soul will be reflected back to the body, and as his magic power is nearly exhausted, Igura feels like he has become a worn-out toy in the trash.

"Heart is like a rock"!

"Iron Will"!

Squeezing out the last bit of magic power to add psychic benefits to himself, Igura felt that he could finally barely drive this machine with loose screws.

"No, it's almost seven o'clock..." Igula walked to the shower room: "Hurry up and take a shower before you have to go to work... You can't let Evelin deduct money..."

First put a bathtub of warm water, take off your clothes with great effort, turn on the shower head to wash your body, then close your eyes and wash your hair

His heels touched the bathroom stool. This ordinary movement seemed to completely loosen a nut in his body. Igula felt his knees suddenly disappear, and then his whole body lost balance, and he fell hard on the bathroom tiles.

Snapped!

The splash made a loud sound, as if it was hurting.

The fraudster was lying on the tiled floor, with the water rushing over him. There was still shampoo foam in his hair. He had never been in such a mess before when he was arrested by the blood mad hunter.

After a while, he slowly sat up and looked down at the splashing ground. The water rushed to his hair and slid down his facial features and hair.

"Why would there be an accident..."

"Why did you lose..."

"Why did you miss this opportunity... How could you miss this opportunity..." Iguola bit his lower lip, looking at the ground rippled by water droplets, his shoulders trembling slightly: "Maybe there will be someone who will terminate our contract with An Nan. Magic spirit..."

"Why did it happen this time..."

Squeak.

Igula suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside, and then familiar footsteps sounded. He quickly rubbed his eyes, trying hard to make himself look less embarrassed.

Knock knock.

No one broke in.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Igula looked at the figure knocking on the door outside the bathroom in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"If someone falls in the bathroom, they will notify others. Rich families will always use their financial resources to show their humanistic care in places like this. Hey, it's great to have money."

Igura glanced at the green indicator light next to the bathtub. It immediately detected when he fell and alerted others through the radio that there was an unlucky fraudster here, come and laugh at him.

"I'm fine!"

"It doesn't sound like you're fine. Why are you crying a little bit? How old are you? You cry when you fall?"

The fraudster subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and quickly adjusted his tone and replied: "No, I just... had an accident in the virtual realm last night, so there is something wrong with my voice." Anyway, the abnormality of the body will definitely be exposed when working later, no Concealment is necessary.

"What accident?"

"Can you go away? I still have to take a bath!"

"I'm not coming in. You can do yours while I talk about mine."

Looking at the figure outside the frosted glass door, Igula suddenly understood something. He had a complicated expression and carefully sat in the bathtub. The water level rose little by little until it was submerged at the level of his chest and collarbone.

The warm water seemed to temporarily tighten the nut of his machine, and his rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

"...I just missed a very important opportunity, and I may never meet it again."

"It's so miserable, but I had a great time exploring last night."

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"No, but even if you miss the opportunity, you won't cry in tears, right?"

"Why are your rumors escalating? Should I burst into tears next time?" Igula said angrily: "I just... can't see hope."

"What hope?"

"Hope to reverse the situation." Igurla's voice was a little low: "Annan, Berdette, Sennheiser, the Yisu royal family, the red hats, and many, many more... There are only two kinds of people in the Gospel: those who want to kill us. And people who want to take advantage of us. Apart from the illusory wish of the God Lord, I can’t find any turning point.”

"Can we really live through the weaving festival? Is there anyone in the gospel who can help us?" Igula looked down at his blurry reflection in the water. A drop of water fell from the tip of his hair, causing ripples: " Harvey knows his Alice, and you are also out of tune. I think about what to do every day...I really have..."

Since coming to the Gospel Kingdom, Igula has been under more and more pressure day by day.

The "Art List" and "Family List" instantly made them the doomsday stars with the highest gospel talk. Every day, Iguola was thinking about how to deal with the gradually collapsing reputation. However, there were still Annan and Ban Ji watching from above. This situation of being so disadvantaged that there is almost no way out has made the fraudster exhausted mentally and physically. Recently, it fell into the hands of Berdette, making the already disaster-ridden family even worse.

The defeat in the Void Realm Arena was almost the last straw that broke his psychological defense. Igurla felt as if Goddess Luck had lifted up his skirt and taken out the gun from her thigh strap to kill him.

He knew that complaining could not solve any problems, but he felt aggrieved. In the past, he would never have shown weakness like this. The most important thing about a deceiver is that he must always maintain his "all-out" persona. Once his persona is shattered, no one will believe his deceptions.

Maybe it was because his soul was injured by the black and white sorcerer, maybe because he was knocked unconscious just now, or maybe because there was a frosted glass between him and Ash, for some reason Igura began to dump the garbage in his heart.

"Why don't you listen to the gospel?" Ash suddenly said.

"ah?"

"Look, we appear on the future list. This means that the gospel believes that we will definitely survive into the future. At this time, we must believe in the power of the omniscient Weaver. Don't think so much. The gospel will help us."

Igulla laughed angrily: "I won't say that the reason why we appear on the list is because of deception... But the problem is, I don't appear on the list either!"

"So you have to believe in the gospel and believe in us." Ashi said, "According to our friendship, we will both suffer in the future. How can we let you stay in the past to enjoy happiness?"

"...The way you comfort people is really special."

"I don't dare to comfort the psychic, but if you really need us to do something, Harvey and I shouldn't refuse. Although we may not be able to keep up with your thinking, it's okay to share your worries. It’s a problem. As long as everyone is anxious together, you won’t be so anxious yourself.”

"Hmph, you are still very self-aware of being an artiodactyl."

"Don't be so arrogant about the fraudster who fell into tears in the bathroom...Lise?"

The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Liz, wearing a white silk maid outfit, rushed into the bathroom. But when she was hit by the water on the ground, she fell to the tiled floor with a loud bang. She slid to the bathtub and hit her head lightly against the bathtub, making a dull sound.

Ash: "..."

Igulla: "..."

But Liz immediately patted her butt and ran to the bathtub and asked nervously: "Is Aunt Bojin okay? Did you get injured somewhere? Go to a medical doctor for treatment quickly?"

Igura was slightly startled, and when he looked up, he saw Ash's half-smiling expression, as if to say, 'You are worse than a child.' He blushed slightly and stretched out his hand to straighten Liz's hair: "I'm fine."

Seeing the uncompromising concern on Liz's face, Igura felt like his heart melted like ice cream. Although he was still angry when he recalled it, the annoyance and mania in the fraudster's heart seemed to be diluted by taking a bath.

He sighed: "Ash, if I can't go to the restaurant later, bring me a breakfast."

"No problem." Ash opened the gospel and sent a voice message: "Harvey, please send a breakfast to Igura's room."

Speaking of which, can Harvey still move? I remember he seemed to have been chopped in half by the red-haired sorceress...

At this time, Igura suddenly noticed something. He held Liz's face and frowned.

"Why do I feel that Liz has a familiar feeling with you..."

The little witch who felt a little guilty and the nervous sisters said: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!"