The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"Hey--"

A long sigh came from Spella who had just seen the raging waves in Grand's backyard. Eight? One Chinese network www? Www? ? 8? 1? Z? W ?. ? c? o? m

Fortunately, John didn't feel so kind, but frowned, and stepped forward to stand in front of the repeated smoke, thinking with his chin.

"What do you mean." Zac was sitting on the back porch, waving his hands as if looking lively. "Don't you know he is in this situation?"

"How could I know." Speylar pulled her hands together and twitched her lips. "Saint Cici is asking for the phone. You heard it correctly, asking, we will help."

"So you refused without asking?" Zac asked gossip.

"Of course." Spella's answer took for granted. "But even if I asked, I wouldn't think it was the case now."

"Very serious?"

"Very." Spella went to John. "Now he is only one line away from Wandering Soul."

Carrying a small snack and tea, Alice handed Spella and John, and sat on the back steps of the porch, beckoning, "Ryan, come here, don't hinder them." Uh, forget, Ryan is also here Here, but—so to speak, Grande, except Alice also regards Ryan as an existing guy, everyone else takes him as air.

Spella and John glanced at Alice, and at the same time they watched Ryan drift past. They glanced at each other, and they didn't know what eyes were passed. They shook their heads.

Yuehua and Baiying also leaned against the colonnade. "We tried all the methods we could think of, attracting the soul, beaming the soul, gathering the soul ..." Yuehua said a bunch of things, so that Spella and John did not do it. Useless work.

"I see it." John nodded to the two black witches, expressing gratitude. "His ..." John glanced at Sibera, not sure. He asked first, "Did you see what you saw?" ? "

"The Soul Mark is losing, and his bandage seems to be repelling and linking with the Soul Mark, letting him pass away." Sibera thought for a moment and answered.

John nodded. Looking back at the raging waves, "Zac said that you came back from the Republic, cast my witchcraft, and then got out of control. It became like this. Can you describe the process in detail ..."

"Not what I said, it was the angel Camille." Zac interjected, childishly.

Qingyan said, "I have nothing to say. I know I can't complete that witchcraft. But I don't want to stay in the Republic, so I just barely used it. Now I deserve it."

"Uh ..." Fully feeling the other party's uncooperation, John glanced at Bella, "I once studied Papapa's witchcraft of a midnight soul-forced bondage, I try, at least first to stop the loss of his soul mark . Give me a psychiatric seed. "

Spella's shawl spread out, and there were countless gadgets hanging inside, cloth bags, knives, steel wires, puppets ... Spella pulled a small glass bottle and handed it to John. But Spira should not be optimistic about this method. "I don't find it useful. The principle of soul restraint is the restraint belt. If you restrain his restraint belt, his soul mark still cannot be connected."

John pursed his lips and took the psychic grass. "Actually, I haven't fully studied the principle of the magic of midnight at Tupapa, but it ..." He held the psychic grass in front of his mouth and closed his eyes to start meditation.

Yuehua and Baiying on the back porch leaned forward, trying to hear the spell ...

However, Spey pulled the corner of his mouth and blocked John. Looking at the two black witches a little speechless, "Respect our efforts of ordinary witchcraft with a little respect, OK, don't see interesting things, just 'take away'."

Understand it. Witchcraft does not need to be studied and studied for the black witch, just get the spell and read it. If the witchcraft talent is measured by the value, the black witch is infinite.

Yuehua and Baiying withdrew their leaning bodies awkwardly.

Spira shook her head, turned around, and turned black.

John's meditation was over, staring at the psychiatric seeds held in his hand. Spella stared at a transparent thread in front of her-a wandering soul without the mark of the soul, but unconsciously swaying the strap and waiting for the passing away. "John, what did you do." Spella sighed again. "You killed him completely."

John glanced at Sibera, "It's true." Then be careful about the spirits seeds into the vial. "But I saved his soul mark, here." He shook the vial in his hand.

Spira stared at something in John's hand, frowning for explanation.

"When I was in the middle, I found someone who was stared at by Papa at midnight, yeah." John twitched his lips and looked at his expression as if he thought of something bad. "He is still alive, and his body functions well, but His consciousness was gone, and the soul died first. "John shook the vial in his hand again and glanced at the wandering soul that seemed to have disappeared around him." It's like this. Papa took all that person's soul mark at midnight, and The soul restraint we understand is completely different, and the result is that the soul dies first, leaving behind **. "

He suddenly gave an irritable noise, and his sight actually crossed Spella and the curious had already walked down the back porch to see a clear Yuehua Baiying, and looked at Zac, "Like your group of sea monsters resurrected Same. The body is alive, but there is no soul. Mike is asked to bring the soul back and tuck it back. "

Zac shrugged, there was nothing to answer.

"What should I do now?" Spella frowned, not stopping the two black witches from watching this time, and also glanced at Zach, "Just return the thing to the saints? Huh."

Zac glanced at the seed of the psychiatric herb held by Yuehua in his hand. "I can say to the angel, I tried hard, failed, the wrath disappeared, and let him mourn." Remember that correspondence, The imprint of the soul corresponds to the memory and is a proof of one's existence. We describe someone whose memory still exists, yes, dead.

"Huh." John really meant that Alice was present, it was not good to say anything too bad to Zac, and he could only express it like this, "Papa's midnight witchcraft still has a part. Fun, he certainly has a way to recover. "

Yes, Constantine is an expert in this area, but it ’s still not Zak ’s reminder, or to draw a line—

"Now I just need to figure out why the Soul Seal of Raging Waves is not bound by a chain." John looked at Spella, "then find a suitable soul body and put him back."

"That angel Camille also said ..." Zac interjected again. "He also tried to restore the raging waves, but it didn't work. He didn't understand why the soul belonging to heaven was not under his control, thinking that the raging waves were the wizards. , The reason for the belief in witchcraft, instinctively rejects the faith of the Lord. "

This is simply giving information.

John didn't want to say thanks. In essence, Zack should be grateful. This is Zack's job, and John is the one who helped. John pouted. I looked at Sibera and discussed the tone, "It may be the reason that the necromantic bandage of the Holy Lord's faith is connected to heaven and hell, and it has the support of the faith. It may be rejecting the soul of witchcraft faith. Imprint. "

"That raging wave should have disappeared long ago." Spira shook her head. "Whether it was during the war or now, there are often things where the soul of a wizard is plundered by the faith of the Lord." This is relative. The unlucky wizard may be dragged by the **** dog to hell; there will also be unlucky priest priests or something, the soul controlled by the wizard, "I have never heard of such rejection."

Of course, there will be some peace. For example, the poorly gifted wizards simply changed their faith, and the believers who did not respond to prayer turned to the legendary voodoo and the like.

Souls who have crossed the faith enjoy the life after death, not as bad as the raging waves.

"Then it may have been caused by the witchcraft that spans the world, and passes through the Commonwealth and the Republic." John didn't say it was his witchcraft anymore. "Papapa's witchcraft at midnight is not something we can understand, all I do is It allows people like us to show it, essentially. It ’s still the magic of Papa ’s midnight. "

Spella looked at John and thought for a while, "You mean, the Lord is rejecting Papa at midnight."

What the hell?

John frowned and nodded. "I don't know if I can't tell clearly, but the meaning is probably like this-the Lord believes that this witchcraft was performed by Papa at midnight, felt threatened, and then stopped supporting through the straps. The undead as a cast continues to exist until the undead that it thinks is a threat disappears completely. Well, like a basic stress defense system. "

"This is the dumbest defense system I've ever heard." Zac actually laughed on the back porch. "It's ridiculous how you interpret the faith of the Lord, John ..."

Zac didn't finish taunting.

"You laugh fart!" John failed to hold back in front of Alice. "The bloodline of the vampire is just as stupid! Why is it longer, the stronger it is. There is even bloodline suppression? Become the first vampire under the faith of the Lord Almost invincible and become a true eternal life, why? "

It sounds like a compliment. Zac raised an eyebrow, ready to wait for John to finish.

"The longer you live, the stronger you are. It's still being passed on, just like a blood-sucking insect on a human, like a tumor!" Here, John's face dropped, and he didn't say anything.

"Continue." Zac encouraged.

"You have to listen." John sullenly twitched his lips. "Don't be so happy, you know what eternal life is and what is strong is the punishment of the Lord. Then the punishment now becomes a race that does not know what to do. ! "

Vampire's racial pride, eternal life. It has been said many times.

"Sorry we are the guys who will take eternal life as proud." Zac waved his hand with a small smile, he was not really angry, this little fact, he has known for four centuries, can not affect his mood. On the contrary, Zack smiled at Alice, saying that he didn't have to worry about it-your brother needs space to vent.

"Don't think so, the Holy Lord who made you!" John also seemed determined to put it to the end. "The colony can't alleviate the continuation of the vampire tumors, hum, he made a better one!"

"You have to explain." Zac still smiled and asked sincerely. Did colonization four centuries ago alleviate the impact of vampires on the original human society? Okay, acceptable, but in the last sentence, he really didn't understand.

"you……"

"John!" Spella tried to interrupt.

"Sibella, I want to hear it." Zac waved at Sibella.

Spira gave Zac a self-assured expression, regardless.

John went on, "How do you think Toredo of the Feast appeared?" The question?

Zac frowned, "The Feast took it."

"Well, you don't know your fart." John pouted, "In the middle, I grabbed a contact at Papa's midnight, and from him I learned that Papa's midnight was also interested in the feast of Torrido. . "

Zac raised an eyebrow. The interesting part was not that John said he was ignorant, but that the words were familiar. It was mentioned in Lips's suicide note that Torrito will become Papa's prey at midnight.

"The Holy Lord has created a new vampire and restrained all the vampire groups now inherited by the original punisher, including your thirteen clan! On the original Big 6, this group has cleaned the original vampire group and claimed to be a blood group , I am worrying about how to come to the Federation to continue to fulfill the mission given to them by the Lord, but they are taken over as treasures by the demon feast you do n’t know, trying to replace you Toredo! Understand, your Lord is a fool, The system created is stupid. Like a fool, a wizard who is already a necromancer of paradise is defended as Papa at midnight, and then a vampire that is more threatening than you is to get rid of you! "

"Uh ..." Zac didn't quite know how he should respond to this slightly larger message. "Is this your mockery of the Lord's faith, or Papa's midnight?" Didn't John say it himself, from Papa's midnight? The contact person knows these.

"Huh, what's the matter! I'm still a wizard anyway, and being unhappy with Papa at midnight doesn't mean I hate my beliefs."

"No." Zach shook his head. "If it was Papa's midnight, then he really is not qualified to mock the system created by the Lord's faith. He also created the werewolf, see how your wizard and werewolf are related now." Zar Ke is fighting back, it ’s not about Zac ’s piety and piety. His race is the source of ridicule and must be returned. “If it ’s your own sarcasm, eh, this ...” Zac touched his chin, one side Head, "Just be happy."

Just said, Alice's brother, need to vent! Zacto is intimate.

John stared at Zac and turned his head for a while, "too lazy to tell you, we will bring back the raging waves, and I have to study it." Back to the topic.

"Then I will tell Angel Camille the news." Zac nodded, really lifeless. "Yes." Zac already turned his head away, as if it was a random question, "Then you grab Contact, did you mention the reason why the Secret Alliance left the Federation? "Zac shook his head with a smile." Wouldn't it be killed by these magic feast Toledo? "

Why did you ask that, as Benjamin said, he saw the Feast of Torrido hunting the hidden alliance with his own eyes.

John glanced at Zac and didn't answer. (To be continued.)