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Brad was stunned.

And the 'Qin Ran' in front of him turned into nothingness and disappeared from the black shackles when Brad was stunned.

Perhaps Braid is different from ordinary people in some way.

But his strength is real.

Otherwise, he would not have stepped forward to preside over this plan.

At the moment when 'Qin Ran' disappeared, Brad didn't look back, let alone turn around, and jumped onto the altar with a step.

Call!

A black gelatinous liquid erupted from his back, like an exploding underground pipe, enveloping the 'Qin Ran' who appeared behind him.

It's different from the previous confinement.

This time, the black colloidal liquid had strong corrosion inside.

After being poured on 'Qin Ran's body, between breaths, 'Qin Ran' turned into a skeleton with black skin and red eyes.

Touching a handful of highly corrosive liquid, a sarcastic smile appeared on the skeleton of the High Evil Spirit 'Bloody Mary'.

"Evil spirits!"

Brad's fanatical voice roared.

"Damn it!"

Braid's cold voice pronounced the sentence.

But this is only in exchange for more ridicule of 'Bloody Mary',

It lifted its finger and pointed around.

The rich black boiled at this time.

The negative energy that obscures the sun and erodes life spins.

One vortex after another spawned on the flat ground.

The storm is coming.

A storm formed entirely by negative energy, rising from the ground.

The wail of the dead.

The roar of evil spirits.

Death is everywhere.

Vitality is gone.

"A High Spirit. Are you scaring me? ”

"Do you know that this is the stage I built, what is happening here, what do I not know?"

Brad's fanatical voice roared.

The cold voice did not speak, and seemed to disdain to speak.

But someone spoke.

And, not one.

"Scaring you? Damn it, who do you think you're talking to? ”

"Is it necessary? Very tired. ”

"It doesn't look good at all!"

"It's a pity that it's too ugly!"

"I like his coat and I want it too!"

"Why don't I have such an altar?"

"Humph!"

In a word, one person.

Gradually, he showed his figure in the storm of negative energy.

For each person, the negative energy in Ceylon City is weakened by one point.

It is not that it has dissipated, but that it has gathered again.

Like a whale swallowing water, the negative energy that permeates the entire city and the surrounding area is gathering in the square in the center of the city.

Or more accurately, they are gathering around these seven 'people'.

The storm grew more and more violent.

Black lightning tore through the sky and the earth.

The sky is infected and loses its light.

The earth is infested and deprived of life.

The black negative energy plundered the lives of countless living beings in a far more violent manner than before.

But......

Seven 'people' in the eye of such a storm are so comfortable.

And the violent negative energy storm on the outside, the 'people' on the inside are well-behaved and docile.

It is as if a loyal slave is facing his master.

They give selflessly to themselves.

They make themselves nourishment.

Nourishes the world's most evil original sin.

Everything is following the rules of the world.

Seven figures, seven identical faces.

Seven seem to be the same Qin Ran.

But with seven different temperaments.

In the storm of negative energy, they watched Braid.

Evil breath.

The gaze of original sin.

Brad, who was arrogant and shouting a moment ago, froze in place at this moment, and his body seemed to be frozen.

Starting from the heart, the coldness that penetrated into the depths of the soul spread to all parts of the body.

until the soul freezes.

The High Evil Spirit laughed.

Like a well-mannered actor, it bows and bends down, thanks to the surrounding 'audience', and then disappears.

Its mission has been accomplished.

The stage is left to color. Lust, greed, gluttony, laziness, anger, jealousy, arrogance.

The Seven Original Sins are ravaging this place with their own minds.

Naturally, the mysterious members from the ancient southern country are the objects of rage.

Hue. I want to moan and smile, looking for a handsome target.

Greed and jealousy together stir up the obsession in the heart of the target.

Anger takes advantage of the situation.

Gluttony and laziness cooperate with each other, and those who are chosen soon forget everything and only know how to eat and sleep.

But these mysterious members of the ancient southern kingdom did not notice anything unusual about themselves.

They think that's what they're supposed to be after.

They begin to forget their dogma and succumb to their own desires. Hope.

They cheered and shouted.

They are dying of life.

They greet death.

"Spirit, Spirit!"

Brad struggled to spit out two words.

Not a fanatical voice.

Nor is it a cold voice.

It's a voice that belongs to Brad in a full, real sense.

Braid hadn't used his voice in a long time.

There are both natural reasons and factional reasons.

The path he chose made it impossible for him to maintain more of his ego at all.

While he had a good chance of accomplishing feats that no one in his faction could accomplish, everything in front of him was telling him that it was all over.

Not only his years of planning, but also his ambitions.

All fell short with the appearance of the Spirit Ancestor in front of them.

"Barry!"

"Bastard guy!"

"I'm going to let you die a bad death!"

"And you!"

"Even if you're a Spirit Ancestor!"

Feverish, cold, and genuine voices, the three voices appeared in unison in Brad's mouth.

And then--

Bang!

Brand's scarred head burst open.

Two sparkling hedrons flew out of Brad's head.

Rumble!

The flying spar exploded almost the moment it touched the air.

Breed, who had only lost his head and body, completely disappeared in such an explosion.

Not only the body, but even the belongings carried with them disappeared without a trace.

But at the bank wall in the city of Ceylon.

Or rather, to be more accurate: on the walls of the former temple, the portraits of the gods began to shimmer with a completely unearthly light.

One by one, the portraits lit up.

Then, one by one, they went out.

In the end, only one of the most complete portraits was completely lit up.

With a scales in one hand and a spear in the other, and three heads, the gods of men, lions, and snakes slowly walked out of the fresco.

The figure was illusory, unreal.

It's like the eyes on a man's skull that are covered by a veil.

"Judgment!"

The illusory figure shouted.

The heads of men, lions, and serpents roared together in the sky.

The whistling sound was deafening.

But the next moment, it was directly covered up.

Rumble!

A fiery figure fell rapidly like a falling meteor.

Flame.

Greatsword.

Head down! (To be continued.) )