Then she won't save me... Where can I go without the protection of the church? I'm afraid I can't even escape from Inian Harbor...
The foreseeable outcome chilled Hasim's body and mind. She suddenly thought of the legends about Clint, such as how he particularly liked to humiliate women before eating them.
She originally thought he was just lustful, but now she knew that Clint was also a woman...
I might as well kill myself if I fall into the hands of such a monster!
She immediately reached out and touched her heart.
"I don't advise you to do this."
A devilish voice came from behind.
Hasim turned around instantly and saw a rotten, bloody corpse of a dog walking out of the fog bit by bit, and continued to speak in a man's voice: "You like that child named Billie very much, right?"
"You see, I'm such an easily satisfied person... As long as I get you, I can promise you that I'll let Billie go if I have the chance in the future..."
Hasim's knuckles turned white from pinching each other, and she suddenly hoped from the bottom of her heart that the other party would suffer a crushing defeat in the hotel.
But how is it possible...
She knew too well the abilities of Clint Field, the "Lord of the Shadow Corners". No prey could escape his sights, and the level displayed by those three was not good enough.
Clint had no doubt that he was going to have a great meal today.
A Savior Sister... and one whose body hasn't started to deform. The fragrance in their bodies hasn't started to turn into a stench, which is perfect for an expert like him to pick and taste.
Especially since Hasim was originally a man, this contrast was too exciting. He couldn't help imagining all kinds of scenes of playing with the little nun, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously cracked to his ears, forming a strange crescent on his face.
"So let's finish it quickly~"
Swinging his cane, Clint strode toward the corner.
Seeing that there was a dead end ahead and he was about to hit a crack in the wall, the tip of his shoe touched some secret when he stepped forward, and the turning point at the bottom of the corner suddenly emitted a suction force, sucking him in.
The next moment, he appeared in the bedroom of the incense-making girl, stepping out directly from the corner of the room.
You should pick the soft persimmons to squeeze.
Hasim provided a lot of intelligence support. After some calculation, he felt that the other party should be the easiest to deal with among the three foreigners.
She can make perfume, right? Her level of perfume making, which Luca praised, shows that she has put a lot of effort into this aspect... Then she must not have paid attention to other aspects. The other two are probably her bodyguards.
The scene in the room was clear at this moment. A beautiful girl named Aisuen Hitzfeld was sitting on the bed fiddling with a pile of medicine powder bags. She looked up and saw a man suddenly appear in front of the bed. Her beautiful big eyes widened.
"You're so beautiful..." Clint praised, "Your appearance, temperament, and body proportions are impeccable... When I was a woman, I always hated that I was too long. Women with long legs can only look beautiful from a distance. Once the perspective is zoomed in and the long legs can't be seen, our waists will appear too thin, making us look a little bit extra and deformed in the one-sided shot."
The girl on the bed blinked, as if she didn't understand what he said.
"I've changed my mind." Clint glanced at her delicate body wrapped in a black robe, and felt a fire in his heart, which grew stronger as her sexy gray eyelashes fluttered up and down.
"I want to taste you first uh-"
He tried his best to dodge to the side, but perhaps the attack was launched too close to him, and he failed to dodge completely. An extremely sharp object pierced his right chest and made a hole in his back.
“Aren’t you a perfumer?”
His face changed drastically and he quickly retreated to the corner, staring at the gray-haired girl in shock.
There was nothing wrong with his eyes... He could see clearly that it was a long and thin ice needle that was spinning around the opponent!
Hitzfeld didn't say anything, only the ice needle flew over again.
What on earth is this?
Clint gritted his teeth secretly, his vigilance at the highest level.
In fact, you can't really blame him for talking too much, because he hasn't encountered "something" that can really hurt him for a long, long time.
Ever since he broke through to level 6 and signed a contract with that Excellency, some mysterious changes have taken place in his body.
For example, even Hasim thought that he was here in person, but in fact it was just a leather puppet of his.
The shed skin material is made into a leather puppet to support a fake body to move outside. It is also equivalent to his real body. What the fake body touches, sees, hears, and eats - all of these can pass through space under the mysterious effect and be directly fed back to his original body.
To put it simply, he both exists and does not exist, and he can switch between these states at any time. Conventional means of attack - even mysterious means - are ineffective against him.
But what is that ice needle?
It was actually able to hurt him directly...his real body's chest was also pierced!
It was clearly an ordinary attack, just flying over and stabbing people... How could it break the barrier of time and space, and there were ice flowers spreading outward from the center of the wound?
It took Clint less than a second to think about it. In reality, he took a step forward, with most of his body going into the corner. The disappeared part of his body came out from the opposite corner at the same time. The corner of his mouth opened like a snake's mouth, like a demon coming out of the shadows, trying to attack the girl from behind - from above.
"boom!"
"what--"
There was a crisp explosion and a scream.
The puppet's fake body was completely covered by ice flowers and exploded into ice chips before it touched Hitzfeld. At the same time, it pulled the real Clint Fielder out of the space channel and blew off half of his body.
His right hand, right arm, right shoulder, and most of the right side of his chest had disappeared. He lay limply on the ground, with only his chest still breathing heavily.
What on earth... happened...
The curse of ice has not stopped yet.
The horrible wound began to freeze again. First, the blood flow stopped, and a layer of light white frost condensed, which then condensed into blood-red ice flowers in the snow-white smoke... Clint could feel that the tiny ice spikes were destroying his body wantonly.
This has never happened before...
It directly broke his mystery...his most proud and strongest means of survival!
And it's so simple and so casual...
That doesn't make sense...
Level 7?
No, it has to be at least level 8 to be able to do that.
"You... who are you..."
Realizing that he had failed this time, Clint tried his best to raise his head, wanting to see the girl's face more clearly.
"Ah!" This "indecent" behavior quickly attracted a counterattack from the ice needle, which pierced through the right temple, blinded both eyeballs, and then drilled out from the left side, leaving Clint lying on the ground wailing.
There is no more.
His two eyeballs exploded into ice chips as if they were "contaminated" by ice needles. The power of the ice fragments in the eye sockets was no less than that of a small grenade. His head was torn and shattered out of thin air, and the remaining corpse was covered with ice to form an ice sculpture.
Everything ended too quickly. When Xia Yibing rushed in, breaking through the wall with a knife, all she saw was the mess.
"What's going on?" Madeline also rushed over from the main entrance. After seeing the corpse and the debris on the ground, she grinned in disgust. "Is this the end? Just one? What on earth do they want to do?"
"Hmm." Hitzfeld touched his chin, thinking that they might have underestimated the enemy's strength.
The guy seemed to have a terrified look in his eyes before he died. Did the ice needle have a great impact on him?
That should be it... The confrontation between the mysteries seems to be so direct. Either you have to understand the mysterious principles of the other party and find loopholes to restrain them, or you rely purely on strength to crush them and blow them up with the power of high-level mystery.
"There was a strange mystery flowing from him. I had never felt it before, so I couldn't hold back."
After thinking about it, Hitzfeld told the truth, "I used too much force. It was a mistake."
What kind of mistake is this?
Xia Yibing walked over, hugged her head and rubbed it.
It was obvious that this person was not a good person. He actually dared to attack her Aisuen.
Unfortunately, they don’t know that Aisuen is stronger than me now.
"Don't worry."
Hitzfeld keenly sensed the woman's intentions from this intimacy and rubbed her belly. "According to the rank here, I should be a mystery level 10... If I am not a mystery at this level, those curses and powers will have no effect on me."
"Then why are you pretending to be weak and powerless..."
Madeline was squatting on the ground examining the body. She couldn't hold back her anger when she heard this: "Did you come with me on purpose? Using yourself as bait?"
"I'm worried about Alessia." Hitzfeld shook his head and took out a glass test tube wrapped in black cloth from under the pillow.
"I have to hold this thing myself to feel at ease."
"Ha...you'd better stay so cocky."
"There is only one mysterious 10 here." Hitzfeld said seriously, "That is Elsa's mysterious master... No one can suppress me except that person."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's body on the ground turned into dust, outlining a mysterious triangular pattern in the air.
what?
Xia Yibing raised his knife as if facing a powerful enemy.
The pattern spewed out a stream of black smoke, and she swung out her Changxia Sword to try to block it, but the blade passed through it, and it had no effect at all.
The dead bone ice needle returned spontaneously to protect its owner, but it also penetrated the smoke, allowing this ominous thing to get closer to the girl.
Hitzfeld instinctively raised his hand to cover his face, and the next moment he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his left hand.
"..." The stinging pain came and went quickly. She was almost mentally prepared. She looked down and saw that the triangular pattern that had emitted mist before had been imprinted on the back of her left hand, like a strange and mysterious black tattoo.
"What is this?" She tried to ask Xia Yibing.
Xia Yibing shook her head.
Then you only have one chance.
Without saying a word, Hitzfeld tore off the black cloth and pointed his hand at Alessia: "What is this?"
"Does this count as one time?" Alessia was very alert.
"Calculate."
"Let me see... um..."
The little water man stared at the pattern and fell silent.
"It's troublesome?" Hitzfeld understood what he meant.
"It's troublesome...quite troublesome."
The water man shook his head: "This is the mark of the gods. The recipient of the mark is equivalent to being watched by the gods at all times... This thing is not usually given to people. Did you kill a messenger of the gods?"
Hitzfeld let out a long breath.
That's right.
The power that can overwhelm the mysterious lord can only come from the source of this power, that is, the Outer Gods themselves.
"What will happen to me?" she continued.
"Does this count as one?"
"...Don't push your luck."
"Forget it!" Xia Yibing interrupted her, gritting her teeth, "Tell me, who does this mark represent? What will happen if you are targeted? Take it all into account. Tell me now!"
"What a cunning woman." Alessia muttered.
"Then I have to start with those messy myths..."
The story was being told in the room, while outside, in the cold breeze of the alley, Hasim stood there, disheveled in the wind.
The corpse dog is dead.
It exploded and turned into ice flowers. It was a very tragic death.
Elements such as ice flowers and cold ice brought back some memories for her. She guessed that the two sides must have fought against each other, and Clint was defeated.
But how is that possible?
It’s only been a short while... He was teasing me just now, has it been a minute in total?
Swallowing his saliva, Hasim turned his head to look towards the hotel.
She has nowhere to go now.
Maybe that would be a good choice.
Chapter 108: 5k finally appeared
In the room, Alessia first explained to Hitzfeldkommando the origin of the messenger of God.
