Chapter 642 Saint Noah
The power of the Sighing Lady, combined with the scroll amplification of the old mage.
Through the beautiful voice of Noah...
Shaquille, the vice president of the History and Ceremony Association, was stunned on the spot.
He never expected that a group of "mortals" in the middle order would actually want to kill him. Even if someone told Him this matter in person, He would just laugh it off.
Because this kind of thing is really ridiculous.
However, at this moment, Shaquille felt strong uneasiness.
He clearly felt that he was hypnotized.
He was hypnotized by a Sequence Five [Bone Man] through the song of [Siren] using some kind of magic object and a scroll!
How is this done?
How can a mortal break through mythical resistance and put himself to sleep?
What on earth is that scroll...
Shaquille was puzzled.
But he still wasn't too worried.
Because even if you fall into a deep sleep, the other party does not have the means to hurt you. After all, the gap between high-ranking people and ordinary people is too big... Even if you stand still and let the other party do whatever you want, it is impossible to hurt you even a hair.
And once he wakes up, it will be the death of the other party!
"Just some useless tricks..."
There was a coldness in Shaquille's eyes.
Bang!
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Shaquille suddenly realized that he was standing on a stage.
The bright lights fell from the sky and fell on the body. The audience was crowded with audiences, men, women and children, all dressed in decent attire, looking at him with expectations and smiles on their faces.
A dozen meters away, a blond man wearing a fat funny clown suit was looking at him with his hands on his hips.
This guy...
Isn't it the priest of the Dawn Church who was cut in half by his "magic laser" just now and died tragically on the spot?
Why did it appear again? !
"Oh, a dream?"
Shaquille sneered and raised his hand, preparing to use his power to kill the opponent. However, the next second, he couldn't help but lower his head in shock.
At his wrist, all the roots disappeared.
The hand turned out to be...
Gone? !
"Everyone in the audience, please welcome with warm applause Mr. Shaquille, Vice President of the History and Ceremony Association!"
Alex shouted.
"Today's performance will be performed by this saint, who will serve as the partner of the great Alex!"
Bang bang bang...
Bursts of applause immediately broke out, echoing in the huge opera house.
Shaquille frowned slightly and glanced around the audience. The audience was no different from ordinary people. Some were whispering to each other, talking about dinner and new pipe styles, some were looking away, and some were clapping excitedly. Looking forward to it.
This dream is very real.
But no matter how real the dream is, it cannot affect myself——
Bang! !
Shaquille instantly felt a sharp pain coming from his cheek. Immediately, his whole head buzzed, his vision trembled, turned upside down, and finally fell on the smooth and shiny floor of the stage.
There was a loud thud.
He fell to the ground, turned his head in surprise, and found that the blond young man raised a fist and looked down at him.
"I was distracted during the performance, but I didn't respect the audience's performance. This is a small lesson. If I do it again, I will be cruel."
"Damn guy..."
Shaquille got up from the ground with murderous intent flashing across his face.
But the next second, he suddenly discovered that he had lost all the power he had in the past and was no different from a mortal!
Shaquille remained calm and stared at the guy in front of him indifferently.
Since it was a dream, it was reasonable to lose power. After all, this was the opponent's home court... But he had been thinking about various ways to crack it from the beginning, and he still had no clue.
Soon, Shaquille saw the blond clown raising one hand, wearing a green plush glove doll that looked like an ugly cartoon frog.
The other party seemed to be performing ventriloquism on stage, opening and closing the stuffed frog's mouth, and said in a weird accent:
"Mr. Shaquille is a rude guy. He is never polite. He also likes to bully others and use his strength to defeat the weak... In the past few days, he even abused cute cats and killed more than a dozen white cats in succession."
There were bursts of boos from under the stage.
There was also some cursing from the ladies.
Shaquille remained expressionless, showing no reaction.
He secretly observed the environment and already had some guesses in his mind.
This dream...
It was probably constructed by the mighty power of the deep sea or the path of destiny, but in reality the blond clown in front of him was clearly just an ordinary person, killed by himself... Why did the other party trap him?
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Shaquille usually likes to kill people with lasers. He was like this backstage just now. He cut me in half with just one click. It hurt me to death!"
The blond clown gestured to his belly with exaggerated movements and demonstrated his death, making the audience laugh.
Alex raised his other hand to signal the audience to be quiet, then with a funny face and an exaggerated expression, he said loudly:
"So I plan to avenge my personal revenge, and give him some color on this stage..."
"Okay!"
"Kill him!"
"Work harder! Great Alex!"
The audience's emotions were aroused and they shouted in confusion.
Shaquille found it all quite ridiculous.
"Is it fun to entertain yourself like this?"
He said calmly.
"Of course it's interesting, Mr. Shaquille."
Alex turned his head, looking confused.
"Look——"
He raised the stuffed doll, the frog opened its mouth wide, and a brilliant cyan laser shot out from the mouth, instantly piercing Shaquille's left chest.
Bah!
Shaquille's pupils shrank.
This is the high-level magic beam that he mastered by grafting the remains of a magic saint...
Now, it comes out of the opponent's ridiculous plush doll mouth and destroys his own heart!
Shaquille clearly felt the severe pain!
Whether it had been decades or hundreds of years, he had almost forgotten what pain felt like... Now, he only felt it was difficult to breathe, and his whole body was overwhelmed by this terrible pain.
"Well done!"
"Wow! That laser is so beautiful!"
"Come again! Come again!"
The audience in the audience cheered.
Alex smiled playfully, lifted up the plush doll, and fired another laser. This time, it directly cut off Shaquille at the waist.
呲——
Plop.
Shaquille's upper body fell in a pool of blood, his face was ferocious, and his eyes showed incredible emotion.
This dream...
How could it be so real? !
He actually smelled the breath of death? !
My own spirituality is even weakening and is about to dissipate...
Snap, snap!
Shaquille looked up and saw the funny blond clown jumping in front of him. The stuffed frog doll shook his head in front of him and said:
"Poor Mr. Shaquille is still thinking about when this dream will end. When he wakes up, he must kill all the people who played tricks on him... But what he doesn't know is-"
Alex raised his head and laughed:
“I can’t wake up!!”
Bang!
The stage lights went out instantly.
The audience's voices also stopped abruptly.
Shaquille felt like everything was falling into darkness...
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In a large room on the second floor of a quiet residential building.
There was a soft snap.
The unburned cigar rolled to the ground, emitting wisps of smoke.
Polar Star and others stared blankly at the figures standing still in the field, not knowing what happened.
The originally menacing Saint of the Association, after saying a few words, stood there blankly, his eyes dull.
Then, the shadow under His feet actually climbed up from his ankles and spread completely. In less than two seconds, it was completely covered, as if wrapped in a layer of thick black liquid.
"What's going on?"
The dog-headed gold swallowed and whispered.
Polaris frowned and said in a deep voice:
"It should be Mr. Noah's method. He hypnotized this high-ranking person, and then used the shadow power of [Bone Gallery] to corrode him..."
"Of course there is also the credit for my great Alex. Yes, you guessed it right. This guy's spirituality has been torn to pieces by me. Even if he doesn't do anything, I'm afraid he won't survive long."
Everyone looked up and saw Alex, who was wearing a brand new gray church robe, leaning on the door frame with his elbows in his hands, with an unpredictable look.
The senior players looked at each other.
Although the information about the circus cadres is widely circulated, only Alex has the least information. The Polaris team only knows that this guy has abilities similar to the players, and is immortal, but his strength is not as good as ordinary people...
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Especially loves to brag.
He was nicknamed "The Paranoid Clown".
This clown is not that [clown], he is a real clown...
The players thought that this NPC was sick again, so they didn't pay much attention to it. However, Dongyang's emotional intelligence was quite high, so he laughed and complimented:
"Thanks to Mr. Alex's help, we were able to get rid of this enemy!"
"You have great vision!"
Alex was very pleased with it and looked smug.
The quiet environment did not last long. Soon, the shadow covering the saint of the association faded, and the man fell straight to the ground.
His face was expressionless and his pupils were dilated.
"He is dead?!"
Kotoujin said in surprise.
Polaris approached and knelt down to check.
"The spirituality is confirmed to be annihilated, and this saint has fallen..."
"?!"
All the players were amazed.
Noah actually used the strength of a sequence five transcendent to kill a high-ranking saint without any injuries? !
"As expected of a circus cadre!"
The ending sounds amazing.
"No wonder Jack thought so highly of him..."
Shaquille's body was lying on the ground, leaving only a mythical body, which was exuding characteristics. Not long after, a vintage brooch appeared on the spot, plus two high-level magic substances like sapphires.
The former is his legacy, and the latter is transformed from the remains of the magic saint used to attach his limbs.
At this time, everyone suddenly discovered that a huge, dark shadow coffin was standing in the corner of the wall.
After waiting for a while.
A figure slowly walked out.
Revealing Noah's petite figure.
But at this time...he exudes the aura of a high-ranking myth!
"Sir Noah?"
Polaris' expression changed slightly and he said in surprise.
"You have been promoted to a high position?!"
Noah took a deep breath, then smiled shyly, nodded and responded:
"Thank you for your help, I have indeed been promoted to Sequence Four [Dark Side]..."
"Congratulations."
Polaris took off his hat and saluted.
At the same time, the panel also prompted that the S-level mission of "Rescuing the White Cat Missionary" had failed.
He was startled and felt secretly disappointed.
It seems that his path to high-level promotion will be put on hold for a while again.
But the next second.
But he found that the prompts did not stop——
[What you have done will be sung within the Dawn Church, and many saints, demigods and even angels will hear your name, "Apostle of Blue Clothes" Polar Star...]
[Regional popularity increased by 10 points...]
[You have met the conditions for starting the saint promotion mission! ] Polaris' expression gradually changed from shock to ecstasy!
(End of chapter)