Chapter 83 Pocket Watch
Looking at the gradually collapsing warehouse floor, Tomas adjusted his slightly crooked thick-framed glasses and sneered.
Guessing that the underground space had been filled with rubble, he did not waste his precious spiritual energy and directly returned through "Fire Jump". Besides, there was no fire underground as a landing point.
He walked to the underground through the secret passage. This secret passage was told to him by the mysterious "Mr. C". He didn't expect that it would be used tonight, at the moment when "Mr. C" died.
This damn "Aurora Society" envoy finally died at the hands of an official Beyonder!
Thomas thought with gritted teeth as he walked down the stairs until he reached the entrance to the cellar.
The door was open as before, and the interior was pitch black. A few crimson rays of moonlight entered from the window high up in the warehouse, bringing a ray of light to the cellar with a skylight.
But it's okay, I can see...
Tomac pressed his thick-framed glasses with his right hand holding the gun, pouring a little spiritual energy into them. The lenses emitted a faint light that only he could see, and the dim cellar became bright in his sight.
As members of the "Mechanical Heart", they are never short of such practical props.
Except potions, of course.
Looking through the glasses, the dark cellar was already vaguely visible, with large sections of ceiling and jagged rubble visible. The wooden altar had completely collapsed, the cross fixed to the wall was slightly tilted, and the upside-down naked giant was hanging in a ridiculous pose.
That statue...
Just by glancing at them, Tomac felt a pain in the corner of his eye. He quickly looked away and searched the ground for Mr. C and the official Beyonders.
The pile of black flesh that Mr. C had turned into had been mostly covered by fallen rubble, with only a small portion exposed. These strange pieces of flesh no longer burned or squirmed, and looked like clumps of flour covered in dust.
Even if the creator he believed in came, he probably wouldn't be able to revive this pile of flesh and blood.
Thomas thought maliciously.
Although Mr. C provided him with the potion formula and made him the Beyonder he had always dreamed of, he also took advantage of him and forced him to do many wrong things.
Humph, it may not be a wrong thing.
With his left hand in his pocket, tightly grasping his "lucky pocket watch", Tomac's restless heart calmed down a little.
If Mr. C hadn't instructed me to steal the extraordinary characteristics of the "Magician", how would I have had the opportunity to obtain this magical item?
His fingers stroking the pocket watch in his pocket, he slowly walked around the black flesh and blood and came to the other side of the rubble piled up like a small hill.
A smell of blood wafted into Tomas' nostrils, causing him to sneeze.
Even if the three of them were crushed into a paste together with the official Beyonder lying by the door, there wouldn't be such a strong smell of blood, right?
He frowned and carefully searched for the source of the breath among the ruins.
If the situation is not right, immediately use "Fire Jump" to return to the ground and leave here... If it really doesn't work, there are still "Paper Man Substitute" and "Damage Transfer".
However, the validity period of the "Lucky Pocket Watch" is about to expire. Give yourself another three minutes. If you can't find the sealed object, leave immediately.
With determination, Tomasz led the way, revolver in hand, to the door on the other side of the cellar.
Fortunately, he soon found a man lying face down by the door in a windbreaker. His left hand was stretched forward, and his sleeve had been roughly torn open. He seemed to be in a coma and motionless.
A large-caliber, pitch-black revolver was thrown next to the man, and the disgusting smell of blood came from here.
"Could it be a seal that has lost control..."
Tomas had seen the power of this weapon. The skin on his neck still hurt, and Mr. C, who was burned to pieces, died at the hands of this weapon.
As a Sequence 8 on the Universal Path, he was well aware that the more powerful a magical item, the greater its negative effects.
The owner of this weapon would rather throw it on the ground than continue to fight with it, which must be because he is no longer able to withstand its negative effects.
He wouldn't be stupid enough to pick up this revolver.
But why was there only one person on the ground? Where were the other two, or the other two bodies?
Were they all buried under the rubble?
Thomas looked around, but saw no one else except the stones on the ground and the bloodstains caused by Mr. C's sacrifice.
“…”
A faint murmur came from behind him, which made the nervous Tomas feel a chill in his heart. He was about to activate the "Fire Teleport" to leave this place.
"…Teleportation prohibited!"
"Bang——"
A flash of orange flame passed by, and Tomac's figure remained in the same place, without moving an inch. His neck, stiffened by surprise, had just turned a small angle behind him.
A cold female voice, accompanied by a sharp blade that cut through the air, approached him at a rapid speed.
——————
As Angel expected, the cautious Tomac prepared to use his teleportation ability to escape the scene as soon as he realized something was wrong.
In order to seize this only opportunity, she had to use the "2-031" declaration hand to issue a ban, setting a "no teleportation" restriction on the underground space. At the same time, she took out a dagger, jumped out of the shadows, and stabbed the other party's unprotected back.
This was the first time she used her "Assassin" ability to hide in the shadows, and it was indeed very effective in the dark underground.
The dagger pierced into Tomac's windbreaker without any hindrance, but the feeling made Angel frown. It seemed that there was only a ball of air behind the windbreaker, instead of thick human tissue.
The windbreaker quickly became thinner and smaller, and finally shrank to the size of a palm, with an exquisitely made paper man hanging on the tip of the dagger.
Paper substitute!
The "Hand of Declaration" can only issue one ban at a time. After she banned the most threatening and difficult to deal with teleportation, the paper man substitute became a troublesome extraordinary ability.
The attack was ineffective, but this was not beyond Angel's expectations. She didn't even use the charged attack.
This kind of powerful ability certainly cannot be used multiple times in a row. Either there is a limit on spiritual consumption, or it requires precious materials.
Angel threw away the paper man on the dagger and continued to rush forward. Not far from the paper man, there stood Tomac, who had turned around and raised his pistol.
After teleportation was banned, even his paper substitute couldn't keep him away from danger!
"Bang--"
Tomas hastily aimed a shot at Angel's head, but she dodged it by tilting her head according to the other party's fingertips pulling the trigger. She strode forward, closed the distance between the two in the blink of an eye, and swung a knife with her left hand.
Without the ability to teleport, Tomac was like a combat rookie. After his hasty counterattack was dodged, he staggered back and narrowly avoided a fatal blow with his pistol. His hurried steps stepped on stones and he almost tripped. Even his revolver was knocked away by the dagger.
“Tsk—”
Because his right hand was injured, Angel could only attack with the dagger in his left hand. As he was not used to using his left hand, he was always half a beat slower, allowing the opponent to dodge the attack.
She did not give up, but kept closing the distance. After Tomas lost his pistol, he could not pose any threat to her at all.
Angel stabbed several times in succession, turning the opponent into a paper man again.
I see you still have a few paper figures...
Her sight quickly caught sight of Tomas appearing not far away. She kicked off with both feet, changed the angle of her body, and rushed in the new direction without slowing down at all.
"Wait...I...Flash!"
Tomac barely moved a few meters away with the help of a paper substitute. This ability, which did not belong to "teleportation", was not restricted by the ban. He just opened his mouth to try to negotiate, but found that the other party ignored him at all. He could only grit his teeth and take out a talisman, and recited the opening spell before he could throw it.
A ball of light brighter than the sun burst out from his hand, illuminating the entire cellar like daylight.
Angel felt a sharp pain in her eyes. Her eyesight, which had been enhanced by the assassin's potion, became a negative effect. The exploding talisman blinded her like a flash bomb, leaving only a residual patch of colorful light in her eyes.
With her teeth clenched, she did not retreat but advanced, throwing herself into Tomac's arms and stabbing with all her might with the dagger in her left hand.
This time it was no longer the feeling of failure as if I had pierced the paper man.
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