Chapter 651 Teamwork (Second update, please give me a monthly ticket) Located in a room on the top floor of the patrol team's off-white building. A middle-aged man in a thin black suit heard Janna's voice. He stood up suddenly, and without bothering to trace the source of the shouting, he took out a white human skull that looked like it was carved out of crystal from a secret pocket of his clothes. The middle-aged man who seemed to be a hybrid of Intis and West Balam held the crystal skull and chanted some mysterious language with a strong connotation of death. The next second, a hand stretched out from the void in front of him. The hand had thick joints, bleeding skin, and obvious signs of decay. This hand belongs to a corpse that looks like a human at first glance, but looks more like a monster upon closer inspection. It is over meters tall, with a rusty bronze mask covering its face. Its torso is made up of piles of corpses from different races, including those of lions and tigers, black wolves and baboons, giant snakes and vultures, as well as humans themselves. The common point is that they are all in a very serious state of decay. On the bronze mask of the corpse, two dark red lights flickered in the place of the eyes. It took a step and came to Camus' office. Facing Camus, whose forehead was covered with sweat, and who was holding a revolver in his right hand and slowly approaching his forehead, the monstrous corpse took off his bronze mask. There was no nose, no flesh, and no bones under the mask, only two balls of dark red light and a mouth that occupied four-fifths of the head.

At this moment, the mouth opened as wide as it could, and inside it was pitch black, dark and deep. A terrifying suction force came out from his mouth, but it had no effect on the documents, newspapers and other items on the desk. It only made Camus's soul float on the surface of his body, as if being pulled by an invisible force and about to be thrown into hell. As Camus' spirit emerged, the gray clown also seeped out from his flesh and blood, revealing his complete appearance. It was an enlarged, imaginary playing card. This playing card had no body of its own and was quickly sucked out by the dark giant mouth under the bronze mask, while Camus' spirit was still struggling. Snapped! The poker card quickly turned into a physical entity and fell to the ground, making a sound like a heavy object hitting hard stone bricks, but there was no metallic sound. ………… Inside the Matani Import and Export Store. The men's bathroom was completely destroyed, with its door and walls facing the corridor either collapsing in pieces or breaking into multiple pieces that flew several meters outward. The "Bottle of Fiction" has lost its effect. Amid the remaining fragments of light and the pervasive smell of sulfur, Tewanaku rolled out in the form of a demon. His dark skin was covered with hideous wounds, and the corresponding flesh and blood seemed to be evaporating. Half of the two curved goat horns on his head were missing, and black sticky liquid was flowing from the broken parts. The giant bat-shaped wings behind him were tattered and drooping. Given Tewanaku's physical strength, the "Storm of Light" of the "Armor of Pride" should not have caused such tragic and serious damage, but who calls him a devil? "Storm of Light" can destroy evil creatures and undead creatures! This is equivalent to Tewanaku being cut by the sharp blades of fragments while also undergoing purification, and the two are not separate, but work together - purification weakens defense, causing damage to the soul and flesh of evil creatures, and the sharp blades of fragments use the weakening of defense by purification to cut the flesh, and the more wounds caused by cutting the flesh and the deeper the scars, the better the purification effect. If Tewanaku had not resisted in demon form but transformed into a "vengeful spirit", he might have been seriously injured and dying, or even been directly destroyed. "Storm of Light" has the ability to destroy resentful souls and traumatize evil spirits! Tewanaku, who was seriously injured but still retained a certain fighting ability, calmly suppressed his violent and bloodthirsty emotions. Seeing that he had been freed from the seal, he immediately wanted to "transform into a resentful spirit" and escape with the help of the mirrors around him. As soon as he made this decision, he suddenly had a premonition of danger. The malice came from behind him.

In the shadows outside the bathroom, Franka, wearing an assassin's suit, emerged and raised her left hand. On her left thumb was a thick iron ring covered with tiny spikes. "Ring of Punishment"! Two flashes of lightning lit up in Franka Lake's aquamarine eyes. They were many times faster than the fastest bullets and were fired silently. "Spiritual Piercing"! "Hidden Blade"... Why did I only feel her malicious intent now... The seriously injured Tewanaku had no time to dodge, and suddenly heard an illusory sound of shattering. The breaking sound came from his spirit. The intense pain instantly occupied his mind, and he couldn't help but raise his hands and cover his head. Franka took this opportunity and took out a mirror, revealing Tewanaku in his demonic form. A black flame ignited in her left palm and she quickly wiped it across the surface of the mirror. The curse of the "witch"! Suddenly, a large amount of black flames burst out of Tewanaku's body, but nearly two-thirds of it was suppressed by his flesh and blood, leaving only a small amount to burn the huge demon's spirit. Demons are not afraid of curses to a certain extent! If Tewanaku had not been devastated by the "Storm of Light" and was not in such a good condition, he would have suffered less damage from the "Witch's" curse. Tewanaku, whose spirit was burned by the black flames, finally got rid of the influence of "spiritual piercing". He resisted the curse of the "witch" and his body suddenly melted and turned into a ball of dark and sticky liquid. These liquids seem to come from the deepest part of human hearts, and they are the most sinister and shameful desires and emotions. Tewanako gave up "Ghost Transformation" and chose to use "Avatar of Desire" of "Apostle of Desire" because the black flame of "Witch" is more targeted at spirits. The dark, sticky liquid he had turned into had not yet fully stretched into a human figure and fled into the nearby darkness, but he again had a strong premonition of danger in his heart. In the entrance area of ​​this corridor, Anthony Reid, wearing military green clothes, stood out in the blind spot of everyone's sight. His eyes had turned pale gold and had vertical pupils. "Psychological invisibility"! "Frenzy"! Tewanaco's mind suddenly buzzed, and he instantly broke away from the state of "desire incarnate". His eyes were bloodshot, corpse spots appeared on his body, and blood with a sulfur smell flowed. He entered a frenzy state. He was already seriously injured, and was about to lose control after suffering from "mental piercing" and the "witch's" curse. Rumble! Driven by Tewanaku's crazy instinct, balls of light blue sulfur fire bombarded the surroundings. Franka's figure quickly split into pieces and turned into mirror fragments, while gray-white dragon scales appeared on Anthony's body surface, and then he pounced to a place covered by a wall. Rumble! Lumian used the "mirror substitute" provided by Franka and was "teleported" from somewhere behind the frenzied Tewanaku. He has released the spirituality and strength that had been pent up in his body, and his spirituality is high, no longer exhausted. Lumian endured the burning of the sulfur flames and the damage from the explosion, looked at Tewanaco who was in a frenzy and unaware of anything, and snorted. Two beams of white light shot out from his nose and hit the target that should be "Hisoka". Tewanaku fell unconscious, and the signs of frenzy began to subside.

Lumian didn't give him a chance to fall to the ground. He stretched out his right hand, grabbed his shoulder, took him into the spirit world, and "teleported" him away! In just a few seconds, Lumian's figure was outlined on the edge of the primitive jungle near Paros Port. During this process, he also made a "Ha" sound, and used the pale yellow light emitted from his mouth to put Tewanaku into a new coma, leaving him no chance to wake up. At this time, a woman stood at the edge of the primeval jungle. It was "Hela" dressed as a black widow but not as cold as before. Seeing that Tewanaco was no longer in the form of a giant demon, but had a sulfur smell emanating from it and some dark patterns on its skin, Hela nodded to Lumian and said: "It should be 'Siso'." Every time "Hisoka" participated in the "Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society", he only made a superficial disguise. If his real identity was really locked down, "Hela", who was responsible for providing the meeting place and entry method, would still be able to recognize it. "Ha!" Lumian laughed and gave "Hisoka" a new "Hum-Ha Technique". "Hela" grabbed his arm and chanted a spell. The two of them, along with "Hisoka", quickly disappeared from the spot like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser. Inside the ancient and dilapidated palace of the "Kingdom of Night". As soon as Lumian came out of his stealthy state, he hummed. Two white lights fell, and "Hiso" was still unconscious. Hela said in a cold voice: "I will let you enter the same dream." “Thank you.” Lumian threw away “Hisoka” and took the initiative to sit down against a broken stone pillar. The next second, his thoughts became hazy until he heard Hela's voice: "All right." Lumian suddenly woke up and saw the room that looked like an interrogation room, and saw "Hiso" sitting in the chair opposite. This member of the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society named Tewanaco Tupián has light brown skin and looks like a mixed-race of people from the Northern and Southern continents. He has flaxen eyes, dark black hair, and good facial features, but his expression reveals a sense of indifference to life. Seeing this, Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and smiled. He asked Hela for help mainly to create an environment in which he could safely reveal his conspiracy after capturing Hisoka alive. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to restrain Hisoka's resistance - it would be impossible to communicate with him if he kept him in a coma until death, and destroying his frontal lobe would make him lose emotions such as regret, pain and resentment, making it difficult for him to meet the requirements of the "Reaper" ritual. Seeing Lumian, "Hisoka" struggled violently, but was suppressed by an invisible force and could not transform into a "ghost". This is a dream controlled by "Hela". "Hisoka" calmed down, looked at Lumian, and asked the biggest question in his mind: "How did you hide your premonition of danger from me?" Lumian’s smile became more obvious. He looked down at “Hisoka” and said in a leisurely tone: "We don't need the help of a demon hunter. We can do it with a hypnotist at a far enough distance."

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