The power of the Lady of Sighs, plus the amplification of the old wizard's scroll.
Through Noah’s beautiful singing voice…
Shaquille, the vice president of the History and Ritual Association, was stunned on the spot.
He had never expected that a group of "mortals" of the middle order would actually plan to kill him. Even if he were to be there in person and someone told him about this, he would just laugh it off.
Because this kind of thing is really ridiculous.
However, at this moment, Shaquille felt a strong sense of uneasiness.
He clearly felt that he was hypnotized.
He was hypnotized by a Sequence 5 [Bone Man] through the singing of the [Siren] using some strange artifact and scrolls!
How is this done?
How could a mortal man break through the mythical resistance and put himself to sleep?
What on earth is that scroll...
Shaquille was puzzled.
But He still didn't worry too much.
Because even if he fell into a deep sleep, the other party would not have the means to hurt him. After all, the gap between those in high positions and ordinary people was too big... Even if he stood still and let the other party do whatever it wanted, it would be impossible for him to be hurt at all.
And once the other person wakes up, it will be the end of his life!
"Just some useless tricks..."
There was a cold flash in Shaquille's eyes.
Bang!
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Shaquille suddenly found himself standing on a stage.
Bright lights fell from the sky and landed on her. Below the stage was a sea of ​​spectators, men, women, young and old, all dressed in decent formal attire, looking at her with anticipation and smiles.
About ten meters away, a blond man in a baggy and funny clown costume was looking at him with his hands on his hips.
This guy...
Wasn’t he the priest of the Church of Dawn who had just been split in half by his “magic laser” and died tragically on the spot?
Why did it appear again?!
"Oh, a dream?"
Shaquille sneered, raised his hand and was about to use his ability to kill the other party, but the next second, he could not help but lower his head in a daze.
At my wrist, it disappeared completely.
The hand actually...
Gone? !
"Dear audience, please give a warm round of applause to Mr. Shaquille, the Vice President of the History and Ceremonial Association!"
Alex shouted.
"Today's performance will be performed by this Saint, who will serve as the partner of the great Alex!"
Snap, snap, snap…
Waves of applause immediately rang out, echoing in the huge opera house.
Shaquille frowned slightly and glanced at the audience. These audience members were no different from ordinary people. Some were whispering to each other, talking about dinner and new pipe styles, some were distracted and looking away, and some were clapping excitedly with anticipation in their eyes.
This dream is very real.
But no matter how real the dream is, it can't affect me——
BANG!!
Shaquille instantly felt a sharp pain coming from his cheek, and then his whole head was buzzing, his vision was shaking, and finally fell on the shiny smooth floor of the stage.
There was a loud thud.
He fell to the ground and turned around in shock, only to find that the blond young man was looking down at him with a raised fist.
"Being distracted during a performance is a sign of disrespect for the audience. This is just a small lesson. If you do it again, I will punish you severely."
“Damn it…”
Shaquille got up from the ground with a murderous look on his face.
But the next second he suddenly found that he had lost all his past powers and was no different from an ordinary person!
Shaquille remained calm, staring blankly at the guy in front of him.
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, but still had no clue.
Soon, Shaquille saw the blond clown raise one hand, on which was 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 mouth of a plush frog, and speaking in a strange tone:
"Mr. Shaquille is a rude guy. He is never polite and likes to bully others by taking advantage of his power... In the past few days, he has abused cute cats and killed more than a dozen white cats in succession."
There were bursts of boos from the audience below the stage.
And some lady swearing.
Shaquille remained expressionless and showed no reaction.
He secretly observed the environment and had some guesses in his mind.
This dream...
It is very likely constructed by the strongest power of the deep sea or the path of destiny, but the blond clown in front of him is clearly just an ordinary person in reality, and was killed by his own hands... Why did the other party trap himself?
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Shaquille likes to kill people with lasers. He did that just now backstage. With a swish, he cut me in half. It hurt so much!"
The blond clown used exaggerated movements to gesture at his belly, demonstrating how he would die, which made the audience laugh.
Alex raised his other hand, signaling the audience to be quiet, and then with a flamboyant expression on his face painted with funny clothes, he said loudly:
"So I'm going to take my revenge on Him right here on this stage and teach Him a lesson..."
"good!"
"Kill Him!"
"Keep going! Great Alex!"
The audience's emotions were aroused and they shouted in chaos.
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 lifted up the stuffed toy, and the frog opened its mouth wide, and a brilliant cyan laser shot out of its mouth, instantly piercing through Shaquille's left chest.
Squeak!
Shaquille's pupils shrank.
This is the high-level magic beam that He possessed by taking over the remains of a magic saint...
Now, it came out of the other party's ridiculous stuffed doll's mouth and destroyed his heart!
Shaquille clearly felt the pain!
After decades or hundreds of years, he almost forgot what pain felt like... Now, he just felt difficulty breathing, and his whole body was overwhelmed by this terrible pain.
“Well done!”
"Wow! That laser is beautiful!"
"Come again! Come again!"
The audience cheered.
Alex grinned, raised the stuffed toy, and fired another laser, this time, cutting Shaquille in half.
Squeak——
With a plop.
Shaquille's upper body fell in a pool of blood, his face was grim and his eyes showed disbelief.
This dream...
How can it be so real?!
He actually smelled the breath of death? !
My spirituality is even weakening and is about to dissipate...
Snap, snap!
Shaquille looked up and saw the funny blond clown hopping up to him. The stuffed frog doll shook its head in front of him and said:
"Poor Mr. Shaquille is still wondering when this dream will end. When he wakes up, he will kill all those who teased 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 going dark…
…
…
…
In a quiet large room on the second floor of a residential building.
There was a soft clicking sound.
The unburned cigar rolled to the ground, emitting wisps of smoke.
Polaris and others stared at the figure standing still in the field, not knowing what had happened.
The saint from the association, who had come with great momentum, stood there in a daze with lifeless eyes after saying a few words.
Then, the shadow under his feet actually climbed up from his ankles and spread, and in less than two seconds, it completely covered him, as if he was wrapped in a layer of sticky black liquid.
"What's going on?"
Dog-headed Gold swallowed and spoke in a low voice.
Polaris frowned and said in a deep voice:
"It should be Lord Noah's trick. He hypnotized this high-ranking person, and then used the shadow power of the [Bone Gallery] to erode the other party..."
"Of course, it's also thanks to my great Alex. Yes, you guessed it right. This guy's spirituality has been torn to pieces by me. Even if I do nothing, I'm afraid he won't live long."
Everyone looked up and saw Alex, wearing a new gray church robe, leaning against the door frame with his elbows folded in an unfathomable pose.
The top players looked at each other in bewilderment.
Although the information about the circus's leaders was widely circulated, only Alex had the least information. The Polaris team only knew that this guy had abilities similar to those of the players, that he was immortal, but his strength was not as good as that of ordinary people ...
Especially loves bragging.
He is nicknamed "Paranoia Clown".
This clown is not that [clown], he is the real clown...
The players thought that the NPC was sick again, so they didn't pay much attention to it. However, Dongyang had a high EQ and smiled and complimented him:
"It was thanks to Mr. Alex's help that we were able to eliminate this great enemy!"
"You have good vision!"
Alex enjoyed it very much and looked very pleased with himself.
The quiet environment did not last long. Soon, the shadow covering the saint of the association faded away, and the man fell straight to the ground.
Expressionless face, dilated pupils.
"He's dead?!"
Goutoujin said in surprise.
Polaris moved closer and squatted to inspect it.
"The spirit is confirmed to be annihilated. This saint has fallen..."
“?!”
All the players were amazed.
Noah actually killed a high-ranking saint without any injury with the strength of a Sequence 5 Transcendent? !
"As expected of a circus cadre!"
The ending sounded amazing.
"No wonder Jack once thought so highly of him..."
Shaquille's body lay on the ground, leaving only a mythical shell that was emitting characteristics. Not long after, a vintage brooch and two high-level magical substances like sapphires emerged in its place.
The former is a strange relic left behind by Him, and the latter is made from the remains of the magic saint He used to reattach His limbs.
At this moment, everyone suddenly discovered that a huge black 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.
And at this moment, he... He, exudes the aura of a high-level myth!
"Mr. Noah?"
Polaris's expression changed slightly, and he said in surprise.
"You have been promoted to a high position?!"
Noah took a deep breath, then smiled shyly and nodded in response:
"Thank you all for your help. I have indeed been promoted to Sequence 4 [Dark Side]..."
"Congratulations."
Polaris took off his hat and saluted.
At the same time, the panel also prompted that the S-level mission of "Rescue the White Cat Missionary" had failed.
He was startled and felt secretly disappointed.
It seems that my path to a higher position will have to be put on hold for a while.
But the next second.
But he found that the prompts did not stop——
[What you have done will be sung within the Church of Dawn. Many saints, demigods, and even angels will hear your name, “The Apostle of the Blue Cloth,” the North Star…]
[Regional fame increased by 10 points...]
[You have met the conditions for starting the Saint Promotion Mission! ]
Polaris's expression gradually changed from astonishment to ecstasy!