At the same time, Eros also released a soul shock at Mitor, trying to interrupt Mitor's thoughts and make him stiff for a moment.

This sudden change made Mittor's pupils shrink sharply.

Looking at the woman who appeared directly in front of him, he was about to dodge sideways, but the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his brain.

"Not good!" Mitor's expression was shocked, and the spiritual premonition in his body was warning him frantically.

Without any hesitation, he immediately used his trump card.

On the other side, Cynthia frowned slightly as she looked at Mittor who was being strangled by her neck.

The rest of the crew members on the pirate ship stared at the scene in amazement.

Everything that just happened seemed to take a long time, but from Eros's low growl to Cynthia's successful strangling of Mitor, it took less than a second.

The middle-aged captain looked at the woman who was strangling his crew member's neck and swallowed hard again.

He had seen extraordinary people before, and that was why he recognized Cynthia as an extraordinary person the moment he saw her.

He could feel the difference in life levels, and just as he was about to say something.

Cynthia threw the Mithor in her hand in front of Eros, with an apologetic look on her face:

"I'm sorry, Master, I let him get away."

Master... Master? An obviously extraordinary being actually called that young man Master?

this……

When the middle-aged captain looked at Eros again, there was an uncontrollable hint of horror in his eyes.

Who is this young man, that he can be called master by a supernatural being?

Also, why did they attack Randall, a Sequence 7?

If they really wanted to take action against this group of people, shouldn’t they attack me, a Sequence 5, first?

What did the extraordinary person mean by letting him run away? Wasn't Randall in her hands? Where did he run away?

Hearing this, Eros looked down at Mithor, who was thrown at his feet.

Although fate was still inharmonious, compared with the inharmoniousness just now, the inharmoniousness of Mittor at this moment obviously lacked an inexplicable charm.

He frowned, and his consciousness took over the entire sea in front of him, trying to find any trace of Mitor in the sea, but found nothing.

Sighing, Eros looked at Cynthia who had walked up to him and said comfortingly:

"This is not your problem. He is a Sequence 4 after all. If he is determined to escape, we may not be able to stop him."

After reaching Sequence 4 through the Actor Path, one can gain the power to control puppets.

The puppet is the real body, and the real body is the puppet. Within a radius of ten kilometers, he can instantly switch the positions of his real body and the puppet.

Just now, Mittor used this ability to swap the positions of his body and the puppet in an instant, and at the cost of a puppet, he was able to leave Cynthia's magic range.

As expected, he is a man who can still survive under the pursuit of an angel. He is cautious enough.

"Just now, a force suddenly emerged from Mittor's body, blocking my spell to isolate the connection between his body and the puppet for a moment."

"He took advantage of this moment to complete the exchange between his real body and puppet."

Cynthia explained why she had just failed.

"Who are you? I don't remember ever offending you."

Lying on the deck, Mitor stared at Eros. The other seemed to know him and knew his identity, but he did not remember that he had ever offended such a person.

Eros looked down at the puppet of Mittor sealed by Cynthia on the ground and chuckled:

"You haven't offended me, but you have something I want."

Mitol's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice:

"What do you want? If it's not too much, as long as you are willing to pay me some compensation in exchange, I can give it to you."

"Oh, then I want what the angel wants from you. What do you want to exchange for it?" Eros still had a smile on his face.

Mitol's expression instantly turned extremely ugly: "You are from that organization."

"No, I'm not. I just heard through my channels that you were being chased by an angel, so I'm a little curious about why she's chasing you."

Eros shook his head and spoke in a very kind tone.

Mitol sneered: "You want to get that thing from me, but aren't you worried that you will be targeted by the angel after you get it?"

Eros raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face:

"I'm really not worried about that. How about you give me that thing and I'll help you bear the cost of being chased by that angel?"

Who is he? He is the Son of God of the Samsara Church. Would the top leaders of the Samsara Church watch him being hunted down by the speaker of the Blasphemy Club?

Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t have some cards up his sleeve to fight the angels.

After listening to what Eros said, Mitor just chuckled and then directly cut off the puppet's autonomous consciousness.

Eros didn't expect that his words could convince Mitor.

If the other party was willing to hand it over, he would have handed it over to the angel from the Blasphemy Club long ago, and it would not have been his turn.

Looking at Mitor lying on the ground with a dazed expression, Eros curled his lips. He was really cautious.

The reason why he had talked so much nonsense with Mitor just now was that he was waiting for Cynthia to use the consciousness connection between his puppet and his real body to lock the position of Mitor's real body.

This was not a difficult task for Cynthia, who possessed a fragment of soul authority; it just took some time.

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