Gary looked at the gentleman in red who seemed gentle, harmless and friendly approaching step by step, but he felt extreme fear and uneasiness. A chill rose up from his back to his bones, his teeth were chattering, and he could not speak.
But he still did not turn around and run away. Instead, he continued to stand in front of his wife and children, trying to buy them even one more second.
"He disguised himself as Miss Yaoliuliu... Then what about Miss Yaoliuliu herself? Is she already... No, she can't be in trouble, because she is inside the Deep Blue Church. No matter how crazy this guy is, he definitely wouldn't dare to do anything in the church...
"So, he just took advantage of Miss Yaoliuliu's personal problems in the Deep Blue Church to disguise himself as her, and then came out to deceive us...
"As long as Miss Yaoliuliu comes out and doesn't see us, she will definitely find out that something is wrong. With her ability, she will definitely be able to find us quickly...
"Wait a little longer... wait a little longer... wait until Miss Yaoliuliu arrives. She will definitely be able to help us escape from danger!"
This is Gary's only hope at the moment. He can only hope that Qi Ji can arrive in time.
"It seems that you are waiting for that strange female mage." The middle-aged man glanced at the faces of the four people in front of him, and immediately realized something, and his eyes narrowed slightly, "Then I have to move faster."
Hearing the other person's words and seeing him slowly raise one hand, curl up three fingers, and only extend the index finger and thumb, interlaced and pinched together, making a gesture ready to snap his fingers, Gary's heart instantly sank.
"Are you... Les?" Daisy suddenly said at this moment.
"Huh?" The man was slightly stunned.
He seemed to be very interested in Daisy. He stopped what he was doing, turned his head slightly, and looked at her with a smile on his face:
"What do you mean? How did you know that?"
He seemed to have accepted that he was Rice and didn't care at all about his true identity being revealed.
"There's no evidence, but that's what I think." Facing his unclear gaze, Daisy put on a serious expression.
This almost unreasonable answer made the man's expression pause slightly.
"Ha, little girl, you're so funny!"
He immediately raised his chin, laughed brightly, and suddenly bowed slightly:
"Let me introduce myself. I am one of the deacons of the Church of Life. You can call me... Les."
After saying this, he straightened up, suddenly put away the smile on his face, and revealed a cold expression:
"Although the bishop has instructed that it is best to leave everyone alive..."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, forming a smile that clearly did not show any malice, but was chilling:
"But it would be fun to twist off your pretty little head and use it as the main material for a new flesh puppet, right?"
"Wait, wait, don't touch her!"
Mrs. Gary instantly sensed the deep malice in those seemingly gentle and smiling eyes. Her face turned pale, and she quickly stood in front of Daisy, begging in a trembling voice.
But the middle-aged man named Les was not affected by her words at all. He raised his right hand a little with his index finger and thumb intertwined.
Then, he exerted force with two fingers, staggering them apart.
At this moment, Daisy, who had finally calmed down and adjusted her state, suddenly raised her right hand, and pointed her palm with the "Twilight Waiter" flashing at Les who was about to attack in front of her.
The next second, she uttered a short word in a low and powerful voice:
"lazy!"
Suddenly, an invisible and mysterious force gushed out from the "Twilight Servant" holy emblem, and in the blink of an eye it crossed a distance of just a few meters and enveloped Les who was standing leisurely!
Chapter 151 You thought I was on the first floor...
"boom--"
An illusory and unreal muffled sound filled the air, like the sound of some heavy and dense objects colliding with each other.
In an instant, Les' leisurely and smiling figure froze, without any buffer or sign, all movements stopped at the same time, as if he had turned into a colorful statue or a three-dimensional photo.
However, things did not go so smoothly!
In the split second before all this happened, Rice's interlaced fingers had already slid, making a very loud and crisp snap -
"Snapped!"
Then, the power of "sloth" belonging to the "Third Authority·Wandering Mist" enveloped him, and instantly solidified him into a three-dimensional colorful picture.
However, this freezing lasted for less than half a second. As the echo of the snapping finger in the air faded away, Rice's frozen figure shrank violently, and its color changed rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the figure frozen by the power of "sloth" turned into a small, dark and wet object hanging in the air!
It is about the size of an adult's fist, irregular in shape, and mainly dark, dull red in color, with sporadic patches of dark green, grayish white, and black. A sticky, bright liquid flows on its surface, revealing a soft, sticky texture.
It was actually a half-rotten human heart!
This heart had clearly begun to rot for a long time, yet it was still beating, and every contraction splashed out sour, greenish decaying fluid, and every relaxation emitted a pungent, unpleasant odor.
The moment its shape appeared, it suddenly stopped beating, and the decay and black spots on the surface quickly spread, covering the entire heart in a short while.
Then, it collapsed with a loud bang, turning into countless fine black dust like ash, floating in the cold and damp darkness.
"Eh, the magic of the 'decay' realm?"
A deep, mature male voice sounded from the side of the place where the heart disappeared, and then the air there began to distort, soon outlining a vague and illusory outline.
Without any warning, Rice's figure, wearing a red uniform and with a slightly funny mustache, emerged out of this unreal illusion.
A wooden walking stick appeared in his hand at some point, with a few bright red agate stones inlaid on the top. A strange and gorgeous crimson glow swirled on its surface and interior.
As a high-level mage who is only one step away from being a "magician" and specializes in the fields of "refining" and "flesh and blood", how could he not have a few means of saving his life and escaping?
After consuming a "flesh and blood substitute" that could replace the damage, Les's face did not show much anger or fear, but only surprise at seeing something very new.
"You are actually a clergyman of the Sunset Spiritual Society?"
Les was leaning on a red agate cane, with the sharp end like a spear pointing on the ground, staring straight at Daisy who looked stunned:
"This is really unexpected! This is completely unexpected. I don't want to offend the people in the church... Well, should we withdraw?"
Although the content of his words seemed to be full of compromise, his tone and expression did not show any retreat, but were instead filled with a strong sense of teasing.
The first round of attacks failed to work, but Daisy did not panic. The shock on her face only lasted for a short time before she controlled it.
Facing Les' provocative words, she did not respond, but turned her shoulders, aimed the "Twilight Waiter" in her palm at the other party again, and shouted another word:
"Fallen!"
Along with a childish, chanting voice, a dim, tiring warm yellow mist suddenly burst out and converged into an almost straight "smoke column" that went straight to the opponent's torso!
"Oh, that's amazing!"
Les faced the yellow smoke column that was as fast as a bullet, with the faint smile on his face not diminishing at all. While provoking Daisy with a disdainful tone, he slightly raised the red agate cane and threw it hard to the ground!
"Boom!"
A dull knocking sound was heard, and the red agates on the top of the cane suddenly burst into a blood-bright light, staining Les's face, which had no special features but a gentle temperament, with a touch of crazy blood color.
The yellowish smoke column shot out along a straight trajectory, hitting his chest, passing through it, and then hitting the wall behind him.
The old, tall concrete wall quickly became mottled, and a large number of weathering-like cracks quickly climbed up.
However, Rice himself, who was directly hit by the dim smoke column... was unharmed!
The playful smile on his face remained, as if he was not affected at all.
"How can this be... not good!"
Daisy was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something. Her eyes suddenly widened and she immediately retracted the mist of decay that was ejected from her palm.
Then he mobilized all the strength in his body and was about to use the fog of decay to create a dome-shaped barrier to cover himself, his brother, his parents and isolate them from all dangers from the outside world.
"If you are really a clergyman of the Sunset Spiritual Society, I might really give up..."
However, before she could adjust her mindset and release her strength again, a deep, mature male voice came from behind her, so close that she could feel the warm and moist air blowing gently on the back of her neck, like the malicious whisper of the god of death:
"However, after a few rounds of fighting just now, I have already seen that you are not an official clergyman of the church..."
Before he finished his low and cold words, a sharp scarlet light suddenly appeared behind Daisy, and passed horizontally across her neck from left to right.
"...Wild priests? Hey, this is indeed quite rare..."
At the same time, Lais, wearing a red uniform and holding a wooden red agate cane, appeared out of thin air behind the fierce red light like a bubble emerging from the water from the depths. The gentle smile on his face became more and more vigorous, and it had taken on a bit of ferocity:
"We have the main material for the new flesh puppet... Well, this is the compensation you deserve for damaging the 'Afterbirth of Darkness' given to you by the Bishop... "
He held the red agate cane in one hand and raised the other hand, making a gesture of straightening his collar with a hint of pride.
The red sleeves decorated with white lines were pulled down slightly by his movements, revealing his wrists with distinct joints and wrinkles.
There, a bracelet covered with indescribably complex symbols was hooped on it, and the silver light quickly dimmed.
This is the invisibility bracelet he "seized" from the black-clad killer!
The figure that was directly hit by the fog of decay was not real at all, but just an illusion forged by magic!
The real him, after using his "flesh and blood substitute" to get rid of the shackles of "laziness", used the "invisibility bracelet" to hide his figure, and while Daisy's attention was still on the phantom, he quietly went behind her...
Just for this steady yet deadly finishing blow!
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"Daisy!"
Mrs. Gary, who was closest to Daisy, let out a desperate scream, her eyes widened in fear as she stared at her daughter who had suddenly become stunned.
"Okay, ma'am, sir, I advise you to obey my request and don't resist," Rice's eyes flashed with a gleam of victory. He no longer looked at Daisy who had been sentenced to death, but turned his gaze to the couple. "Otherwise, it will be very difficult for me..."
"lazy!"
A clear and childish shout interrupted his complacent words!
He subconsciously lowered his head and looked towards the source of the sound.
Daisy, who should have been beheaded, seemed to be unaffected.
While reciting the word, she did not turn around or look back, but turned her right wrist and pointed her palm at Les who was standing behind her.
It was this time of lowering his head that made Rice miss the last chance to dodge.
The profound and ethereal holy emblem of "Twilight Servant" lit up with a bright warm light, casting a profound and mysterious power on Les who was nearby.
This time, a look of surprise appeared on Rice's ordinary and elegant face.
Before he could react, the power of the "Wandering Mist" manifested as "Laziness" completely enveloped his entire body, freezing him completely in an instant.
Whether it is movement, breathing, heartbeat, blood, or even thoughts and ideas, they are all completely frozen at the same moment, as if time has stood still.
The attack was finally successful, and the solemnity and caution on Daisy's face did not diminish at all. She lunged forward and jumped away from where she was, turning in mid-air while moving away from the motionless Rice.
"Fallen!"
The moment she turned around, the "Twilight Waiter" in her palm was aimed at Les' chest, and a dim yellow mist burst out in a trumpet shape!
The moment the motionless Rice's body came into contact with the mist, the wrinkles on the surface of his skin suddenly began to spread and grow uncontrollably like vines.
At the same time, a large number of spots representing aging spread at the speed of bleaching and dyeing, and climbed up the face with soft lines in a breath.
In the blink of an eye, Rice, who was originally old but still energetic, became haggard, with hard and black skin tightly covering his bones, and dense wrinkles exaggeratedly raised and crisscrossed, like cracked land.
His eyeballs were sunken in his eye sockets, his cheeks were sunken, and his skin was an unhealthy dark color like soy sauce.
In just a few seconds, Rice, who was originally in his forties or fifties, seemed to have aged by several decades. He looked extremely haggard and old, like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin, without a trace of flesh and blood.
Even the red uniform he was wearing had turned gray, hard, and white, with threads curling around the edges, as if it had been stored for a very long time.
"Well……"
The horrible look of Les in front of her was too shocking. Daisy was just a teenage girl at heart. She had never killed a chicken before, so how could she bear this scene?
Just one glance and her stomach churned. She couldn't help but look away and subconsciously took a few steps back.
After suffering this shock, her mind became disordered and she lost the ability to call upon the power of "Wandering Mist".
Then, the "Twilight Waiter" that was flickering and undulating slightly in the palm of his hand suddenly went out, and the dim mist that gushed out in a trumpet shape was like fog under the sun, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Without the restraint of the power of "laziness", Rice's body could no longer stand, but collapsed and fell face down on the ground without a sound.
“Snap!”
There was a crisp sound of something breaking, and Les's shapelessly aged body twisted: his shoulders and one arm bent at an angle that violated human anatomy.
Just the fall just now broke several of his bones.
But even so, he did not utter any screams. He just remained lying face down on the ground with his head tilted to one side, motionless. Only the extremely weak breathing sound showed that his life was not completely gone.
