The moment he pressed Charm on the face of "Saint Tenebrous", Leonard suddenly retracted his left hand, and his body also used the reaction force of the pressure to move backwards to avoid being affected by the powerful Charm.
But "Calamity" Charm seemed to have its own consciousness. After spewing out the destructive power that made people feel heart palpitating, it quickly gathered all the power and released it in the only place that came into contact with it. One object - Kisma, does not harm the surrounding environment like the dressing mirror that transmits the power of "Petrification", nor does it affect the nearest Leonard itself.
The power of destruction and Calamity immediately destroyed Kisma's head with short black hair and surging deep Red Light eyes, and then went all the way down the neck, blasting his entire body into powder as fine as sand, which was sprinkled on the gray-white Petrification ground, making a squeaking sound that made one's teeth ache.
Leonard learned the lesson just now and did not immediately relax his vigilance. Instead, he held up the "Word of the Sea" on the other hand, condensed the silver-white electric light on the head of the staff, and muttered seemingly to himself:
"Is he dead?"
The old voice next to his ears made his heart pick up in his throat again:
"No...
"But he was hit hard and had run away."
Escaped...Leonard finally let go of his hanging heart, and immediately frowned.
Although he knew that "Secrets Suppliant" Pathway, who was proficient in Flesh Magic and shadow abilities, was difficult to kill, Leonard could not hide his disappointment despite being turned into powder by "Calamity" Charm.
"What are you disappointed about? How can Demigod be killed so easily? If you can severely injure a 'Black Knight' and make him run away in despair, what you should be thinking about is how to explain to the church that you have a combat capability that exceeds that of Sequence 5. "Pallez said angrily, "Don't worry about him, you can't catch up, hurry up and see Shermane."
By the way, Shermane...Leonard's body, which had become hot due to the rush of adrenaline in his body, instantly cooled down. He looked at the slender figure lying in a pool of blood at the corner of the street. He took three steps at a time and came to her side. His nose was immediately filled with the strong smell of blood.
"Sequence 6's 'Pleasure' Demoness is not a way to freeze yourself and repair your injuries..."
He muttered, not knowing whether he was asking Shermane or Pallez. He used trembling hands to lift Shermane who was lying on the ground, and found that there was a point on her chest that exceeded the "Saint Tenebrous" handle Straight Sword Edge The wound was three times as long and passed through the sternum and back spine, shattering everything in its path into pieces.
"This is a wound caused by 'Spirit Flesh Blade'. It can corrode flesh and blood and annihilate souls at the same time. Even 'Mirror Substitution' can't avoid it... And with the spinal injury, Spirituality is out of control, making it impossible for her to use other means of self-rescue. "Pallez's voice sounded again, "Fortunately, it's not a big problem. Just hold the wound with your hand and I'll steal it..."
With this method, Old Man's strength has really recovered a lot... Leonard just felt emotional and pressed his hand on the huge wound that was still leaking blood.
Suddenly, there was a crisp "bang" sound in his ears, like the crackling sound of wet firewood being lit, which made him involuntarily cast his eyes forward.
A figure wearing a linen shirt and short hair with dark red eyes appeared again on the messy street.
He had a handsome face and smooth clothes. He seemed not to be affected by the "Calamity" Charm just now. As soon as he landed, he looked at Leonard squatting in a pool of blood and Shermane in his arms.
Then he raised his hand.
In an alley of East Borough, the shadows under the moonlight suddenly became thick, like a dark black viscous liquid.
They squirmed together, stretched out their arms and legs, and their necks swayed as their heads grew, forming a pale man with Red Light eyes shining strangely.
He was the "Saint Tenebrous" Kisma who had been severely injured in the battle just now, abandoned a lot of flesh and blood, and used the shadow to escape from the battlefield.
From time to time, bone-deep wounds were torn from the inside in various parts of his body. In an instant, they were covered and repaired by the surrounding flesh and blood, and then were torn apart by the force of destruction again. The process of growth and destruction was repeated in this way, causing him to let out an angry groan.
"Damn, how could a team of 'hounds' that didn't even have Demigod have such a powerful Charm, and the damn mirror thrown by Demoness, the ability that I suddenly forgot..."
Cursing in a low voice, he looked up and observed the surrounding environment. He found that he had arrived at East Borough, a densely populated area with few churches, in a panic. He felt a little more at ease.
Not caring about continuing to rest, he sneaked into the shadows again, eliminating traces of his actions, and got into a house with a gas light on.
He planned to devour some flesh and blood to recover from his injuries, then meet up with "Mystic Saint" Butis who should have captured the "Apprentice" who accidentally exposed himself at various gatherings, and leave Backlund together.
Without the opponent's "Secret Keeping" ability, he had no chance of escaping and being tracked by the official Beyonder.
The shadow flowed along the wall, entered the second floor of the house, and covered it like a dark black curtain without the man who was reading the newspaper under the lamp realizing it.
But the "curtain" shriveled up in an instant, and then turned into Kisma lying on the ground.
The man he tried to devour just now was actually just a phantom!
Oops, it's a trap... Kisma didn't care about exposing himself, and rushed towards the half-open window, trying to blend into the shadow outside the window.
At this moment, his racing thoughts suddenly became trance-like and stagnant, and his limbs became heavy and uncontrollable. His whole body hit the window edge, broke through the window, turned over, fell off the second floor, and fell into the alley below.
The impact allowed him to regain some of his thinking ability, and he struggled to understand what had happened to him:
An enemy named at least "Trick Sorcerer" is hiding in the dark and controlling his Spirit Body Threads!
After traveling to many countries such as Intis and Loen, Kisma, who has dealt with many "Marionettist" and "Trick Sorcerer", knows that he can use it to save himself. The time would not exceed ten seconds, so he gave up repairing the continuously broken wounds on his body without hesitation, allowing them to expand rapidly. There was no blood flowing out from inside, but there were eyes that looked like they were peeking out from behind the shadow curtain, peeping at the outside world from inside the wounds.
This is the Incomplete Mythical Creature Form of "Secrets Suppliant" Pathway. The gaze of those eyes can cause most creatures to be possessed by corrupt thoughts, causing their flesh and blood to lose control and become crazy. This power will also affect Kisma himself.
But for him at this time, no matter how crazy his thoughts were, they were better than stagnant thoughts and stiff limbs!
At the same time, he used his already numb tongue and lips to recite the sentence that was already very familiar in his mind:
"The lingering heroic spirit, the dependent of True Creator..."
Faster... faster... faster...
His brain, which was stuffed with paste, turned around with thoughts, and his lips moved almost uncontrollably as he read out the last sentence, "Looking into the eyes of fate."
But the invisible Spirit Body Threads was moved and pulled by the secret power, making him bite his own tongue and swallow the last sentence Honorific Name.
This pain allowed Kisma to regain his last glimmer of clarity, and he looked towards the corner of the alley sensitively.
There lay a East Borough fat rat that could be seen everywhere. Its fur was messy and its body was covered with garbage from nowhere, but its eyes were looking at Kisma quietly.
This is...Marionette...
Through the eyes of the mouse, Kisma looked at the "Trick Sorcerer" who was controlling his Spirit Body Threads. His eyes gradually relaxed, and the wounds on his body healed at an extremely fast speed. The destructive force that had previously ravaged the body was now submissive and did not cause any hindrance.
Then, he put one hand on his chest and bowed to the mouse on the ground.
The surrounding scene shattered like a mirror, revealing the real East Borough street. It seemed to be the same as before, but the window above was not broken by Kisma. The man inside was still reading the newspaper by the light and did not notice anything strange outside the window.
Everything just happened in "Mirror World"!
If Kisma still has his own consciousness, he should know at this time that there is more than just "Trick Sorcerer" hunting him, and there is another one who can transmit the power of "Petrification" to distant places. The "Catastrophe" Demoness that can create Charm that can kill Demigod, and the "Catastrophe" that can drag him into Mirror World without knowing it.
But he just smiled slightly upwards, adjusted his clothes, disappeared without a trace in a sudden burst of fire, and instantly appeared in the street where North Borough was surrounded by Petrification, and appeared in front of Leonard who was holding Shermane.
Then, he stretched out his hand and conjured a silk hat on top of his head that didn't match his attire at all. He grabbed it in his hand, pressed it on his chest, and bowed deeply.
"Sorry, I accidentally injured this Miss in the battle just now. As an apology, please let me treat her."
He said in a low tone.
Watching "Saint Tenebrous" who was fighting with him just now slowly approaching, Leonard was still in a sluggish state until he tilted his head to listen to the voice that only he could hear, and then nodded hesitantly.
"Kisma" squatted down and pulled out a rough-cut Paper Figurine in the bright yellow flames.
As he came into contact with Shermane's body, the huge wound that penetrated the chest and back was transferred to "Paper Figurine Substitute", causing it to be cut off almost at the waist, bursting into flames, and burned up.
Shermane's chest has regained its smooth skin. Apart from the clothes and the blood on the ground, there is almost no sign of fatal trauma.
Looking at all this, Leonard opened his mouth silently, not knowing what to say.
After being reminded by Pallez, he already knew that the "Saint Tenebrous" in front of him was not the original Aurora Order. Saint, there is a high probability that he has become someone's Marionette, and as far as he knows, there is only one person who can catch a Saint in Backlund as Marionette and show kindness to him.
Bang——
In front of him, a Paper Figurine was burned in the red flames. A pair of illusory wings appeared faintly in the flames, which had a bit of Angel flavor.
This is some kind of Anti-Divination power... Leonard looked at "Kisma" with understanding. The latter stood up and bowed again, put the top hat on his head, and left amid the rising flames.
Amid the rapidly dissipating flames, a piece of Tarot Cards slowly fell to the ground, with a painting of a beautiful woman wrapped in a garland of green plants.
"'The World'... is indeed him."
Leonard murmured, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Suddenly, the soft body in his arms moved. Shermane, who had been unconscious due to serious injuries and Spirituality's instability, woke up leisurely, opened her smart eyes, and looked at Leonard who was holding her quietly.
Being stared at by these eyes, Leonard's body, which had gradually cooled down after the battle, felt a little hot again.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
"I'm fine. The 'Black Knight' just now... was solved by a certain wild Beyonder who has a good impression of the church."
Leonard curled his lips, but in the end he did not take the credit on himself. On the one hand, this was to facilitate the internal review of the church later, and on the other hand, he felt that he had caused Shermane to be seriously injured, and he really had no shame in bragging.
"Really... then can you let go of your hand?"
Hearing Shermane's words, Leonard was startled, and then realized that the hand that had just covered Shermane's wound was still on her chest. At this time, the wound was transferred to Paper Figurine, and it had returned to fair skin. The ridge above was close to his forearm, soft and with a little body temperature.
Leonard let go of his hand like an electric shock, secretly looked at Shermane, and found that her face also turned red quickly.
"Heh..."
A good-natured scoff came from his mind.
"Heh..."
On a glass window behind the two of them, Angel watched all this quietly, smiled with satisfaction, and turned to leave.