[280-Blind date and love friends]

Wilde floated in mid-air, reaching out to catch the gargoyle that had shrunk back into a sculpture.

The eyes under his mask narrowed, revealing a scrutiny gaze, and turned the gargoyle in his hand around to confirm that there was no flaw on it, and even the breath was several times stronger than before.

“Use other high-level materials to repair and refine it again, and combine Osvid’s soul as the source of power to make up for the souls of the remaining nine hundred and ninety-nine Transcendents, maybe it can reach the level of destruction… But the creation It is always a creation, and in actual combat, wisdom is always not comparable to that of human beings.”

“The completed gargoyle still has little chance of winning against the real destruction level, but below the destruction level, all can be swept away.”

“Destruction level is not a level that can be easily achieved. Unless you can get a gift from Boss Lin like Vincent, such a crude creation can be upgraded to the destruction level, which has exhausted its full potential.”

Wilde made an evaluation in his heart, and then he chanted the incantation with satisfaction, then opened the space around him and closed it with a spell.

“It’s enough to be a janitor for Boss Lin.”

He was not surprised that the gargoyle was destroyed.

After all, for Boss Lin, this is just a piece of art that can be displayed and looked at. It is normal to accidentally bump the gargoyle and damage the gargoyle.

What’s more, the reason for the gargoyle’s damage was that the pseudo-god larvae that had become Boss Lin’s pet had sucked up all the souls stored inside, as nourishment for its own growth.

In other words, the gargoyle was used by Boss Lin as “cat food”. Launch URL https://m.xswang.com

A pet that is likely to grow into a god-level pet is naturally incomparable in value compared to his clumsy work in the past.

Even if Wilde made his own choice, he probably couldn’t help feeding the gargoyle to the pseudo-god hatchlings to see what the latter could achieve.

Therefore, Wilde felt that the gargoyle died in its rightful place.

What’s more, it is not impossible to repair, as long as you find enough or strong enough souls, preferably the souls of the fallen – just like now.

Wilde’s eyes moved down, to his long-lost old friend, Joseph–the last time he met in front of the bookstore in a hurry, but it wasn’t really a meeting at all.

He landed at the top of a nearby building, put his crutches under his arm, took off his hat gracefully, and said in a calm tone, “Long time no see, my dear friend – oh, calm down, it’s been a while since we last officially It’s been almost two years since we met, and you’re still so irritable.”

When he said this, he was interrupted for a while, because the white giant formed by Joseph’s control of the “imaginary image of the mind” flashed behind Wilde in an instant, and slammed a punch.

This punch did not fail. On the contrary, the fist of the white giant smashed Wilde’s head mercilessly.

But the strange thing is that Wilde did not die because of it.

Even he was still talking.

On the broken skull, the flesh and brains squirmed and reassembled to form a mouth shape, and the eyes also regrown, looking very strange and deformed.

“Flesh puppet.” Joseph knew Wilde’s tricks very well, and sneered: “Your good show is still so disgusting, should you say that you are timid as a mouse, or that hiding like a tortoise will make you more family. the feeling – after all, you like being in the gutter the most.”

He didn’t have any expectations for this punch, he just wanted to experience the feeling of smashing Wilde again.

Wilde would appear so openly to have a ghost. The last time he caught him was because of the extremely precious extraordinary items that appeared in the ruins in the white hills.

The Mystery Tower cooperated with Joseph to set up a net, and finally trapped this vicious and destructive dark wizard there. Joseph reluctantly killed Wilde at the cost of recurring wounds on one arm and all over his body.

But even so…he still isn’t dead!

Although it is very likely that there is a role of a bookstore, there is one point that Wilde must first reach and enter the bookstore at that time.

In other words, Wilde was still alive until he reached the bookstore.

He is so cunning, meticulous, and determined. How could such a dangerous and evil powerful wizard expose himself to danger at will after he died once?

“Hasn’t everything you suffered in the past two years made you understand a little bit about politeness?”

Wilde was a little surprised, raised his finger and pointed to his head that had turned into a mess.

Joseph sneered: “That’s my courtesy.”

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and the white giant transformed into the “imaginary image of the heart world” clenched his fist at the same time, squeezing Wilde’s remaining head and torso.

The blood mist exploded, and then condensed into a twisted human shape next to it, and the position of the eyes flashed with dark flames.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the battle between the two top destroyers seemed to be about to break out.

At least that’s what Caroline thought.

She was covered in chills and sweat, and she cautiously retreated to the edge of the ruins. She quickly ordered her subordinates to prepare.

The blood mist figure was silent for a while, then grinned: “It’s really good, it seems that Boss Lin has also given you a gift of strength – the generosity and kindness of my lord, do not change for the ignorance of the world.”

Of course, Wilde didn’t let others abuse his temper, and went on to praise Lin Jie, and incidentally called Joseph a fool.

Joseph did not retort, but his heart sank: “Lord? Do you take Boss Lin as your master?”

Or…that’s another meaning.

He originally thought that the Sun God Religion was the belief that Boss Lin wanted to spread, but it seems that Wilde is also serving Boss Lin, which means that what he is doing now may be what Boss Lin means.

Perhaps, there is another, more dangerous belief that is spreading…

Wilde opened his arms and laughed madly: “So great, so sublime, so transcendent, why can’t I be my lord? What is the difference between the Mystery Tower and me, your elders are probably thinking about it day and night. Intention to become Boss Lin’s servant but not.”

He looked at Joseph: “Don’t you thank me? Boss Lin said that he asked me to repair the gargoyle, but in fact it was to help you cut down the roots and clean up this inner ghost, so that you idiots will not be fooled by the road of the fire sword. .”

Inside ghost? Fire Sword Road?

Is Osvid the ghost of the Fire Sword Road? !

Wilde didn’t wait for Joseph to react, and sneered: “Tsk tsk tsk, why do you think Osvid has been in the Tower of Mysteries for so many years, ask the other guest of the bookstore over there what he has done all these years. Bar.”

It is said that the entire blood fog rotates, and finally shrinks into a point and disappears.

Joseph’s face was ugly, and his mind was illusory because he was distracted for a moment, and he couldn’t catch the blood mist again.

——

Wilde opened his eyes and left the state of controlling the flesh-and-blood puppet.

A gargoyle appeared in the blood mist in his hand.

He looked at the struggling and suffering soul inside and sneered: “You have offended Boss Lin, but you still want power? It’s so stupid. Starting with you, the next one is your more stupid grandson… oh no, son.”