The Devil’s Cage Chapter 65: Strange
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Not right!
The black shadows similar to "The Fallen" can still be interpreted as sentries or the like, but what is the sudden Alchemy transformation warrior?
Did you die?
Kieran narrowed his eyes and judged the strength of the Alchemy transformation soldiers in front of him through experience and breath, and heart became more puzzled.
The Alchemy transformation warrior may be much stronger than normal people.
But compared with him, it is completely unsightly.
With the cunning shown by Barry, it is impossible to send a hand down to death if you know this dian.
Unless...
"The other party cannot fully grasp the situation in front of her!"
"Perhaps because of the death of the sentry, he found a new intruder, but he didn’t know who the intruder was...No, it was wrong!"
"If I set up such a big stage, I will definitely know the stage well, and there is no possibility of this girl's flaws!"
"The appearance of this team of Alchemy warriors..."
The doubts of heart made Kieran make a gesture towards Ohara, and then, holding [Arrogant Word], rushed towards this team of Alchemy transformation soldiers.
He needs more information to judge what happened.
The clue is naturally the Alchemy transformation soldiers in front of me.
Chopping melons and vegetables in general.
Kieran swept a team of Alchemy transformation soldiers in front of him.
Then he checked carefully.
From the most basic portable item to the stomach pouch.
All the things that Kieran thinks need to be checked have not been overlooked.
When he saw something, Kieran eyes narrowed.
"is that right?"
Kieran remains skeptical of the clues collected in front of him.
Even if he found it by hand.
......
Mystic members dressed in red leather armor and commoner are busy.
Some of them depict Magic Array on the ground, while others move larger or smaller bottles into the Magic Array just painted.
Of course, this painting is good, just pointing at a certain part.
A part of a complete Magic Array.
But even this particular part occupies the central square of the entire city of Ceylon.
The fountains, sculptures, benches, street lamps, gardens, lawns and other facilities that originally belonged here have been demolished five days ago.
The flat ground was covered with first floor heavy, grease-like things.
Magic Array is depicted on this layer of grease.
When the palm of your hand crossed, a depression immediately appeared on the grease, excess grease rushed to both sides, and solidified at a rate visible to the naked eye.
A slight odor appears with such solidification.
In the solidified oil, the looming faces began to emerge.
Struggling and dazed.
Pray, despair.
The look on each face is so real.
But it is impossible to impress these Mystic members.
Everyone who participates in the layout of Magic Array looks cold and serious.
Even, they have amazing similarities in certain actions.
In addition to the same color tone, it looks like a robot.
There is only one exception.
The same red jacket is completely sewed from sackcloth, and three belts that rise from the back waist tighten the excess between the clothes.
There is another wider belt around his waist.
Two leather qualitative pockets hang on the left side.
On the right is a short sword.
He held a long metal rod of equal height in his hand.
One finger wide scar spreads from the top of the bare head to the chin.
Just looking at that scary scar, it seems that the head of the person in front of him is cut off and then stitched together again.
"How are our allies?"
he asked.
"Same as the other day!"
He answered.
"What about our guests?"
He continued to ask.
"A trap is coming!"
He continued to answer.
The scar twitched with the opening and closing of the mouth of the person in front of you, just like a huge centipede twisting its body, but it was the other person who was more frightening.
Every question and answer comes from the same mouth of the same person.
This is enough to make ordinary people feel horrified, but the people around them turn a blind eye.
It seems that I am used to it.
......
Ceylon City, downtown.
Somewhere underground.
Barry trimmed his cigar carefully and conscientiously.
Instead of using cigar scissors, smaller scissors are used, which are similar to the eyebrow scissors for ladies who trim their eyebrows.
Click, click.
In a unique way, Barry trims the cigar into a pointed cone shape.
Then, use a small pine oil fire to burn dian directly.
Barry's mouth humming has an ancient little song, and the right hand holding the cigar is constantly twisting.
Because of the special pruning method, the cigars are quickly coaxed and burned.
There is no rush to feel the aroma in the smoke.
Barry sandwiched the burning cigar between the index finger and **** of his left hand. His right hand carried a wine glass filled with ice cubes.
Golden liquor circulates and circulates in the ice.
Barry watched the flow of wine intently.
Then, I swallowed the liquid in the glass in one sip, even with ice in my mouth.
Crunch, crunch.
The ice cubes will then be crushed.
The hot liquor and ice cubes are intertwined, which makes Barry's tongue and mouth feel paralyzed. At this time, he put the cigar in his mouth.
The fragrant smoke was swallowed out.
Soon, the whole room was filled with cigar smoke.
However, Barry continued to gulp cigars unknowingly~IndoMTL.com~ It didn't look like a cigar enjoyer at all, but a reckless man who didn't know how to appreciate cigars.
Especially his right hand wine glass.
The spirits mixed with the best agave and hundred roots are being poured into them.
Normal people can't carry a glass of mixed wine at all, but they are drunk into one cup after another by Barry.
Until the drunkenness.
Pap!
wine glass fell to the ground.
The wine bottle follows.
In a series of slang and insults, just burned half of the cigar that fell from the mouth of Barry to the ground, sparks splashed across the room, and continued to play for a few times, then moved Motionless and drunk Barry is exactly the same.
Time passes by one minute and one second.
About two minutes later, when the grunt of Barry kept ringing, the room door opened.
An ordinary wooden door.
And another fan?
It is an iron fence made of stainless steel.
The two doors close together...
The prison door!
Anyone who sees it will think so subconsciously.
Naturally, the room where Barry is located is naturally a cell.
A very unique cell.
Two tall men came in.
Blankly lifted Barry onto the bed, then turned around and walked out.
There was no verbal communication or gesture communication during the whole process.
Only the strong man holding the Barry arm seems a little different.
Slightly heavier and lighter.
But from the outside, it is not visible at all.
The door closed again, and Barry, who was facing upward, continued to snore under the influence of alcohol.
Moreover, the grunt became louder and louder. (To be continued.)
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