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What on earth are these nobles thinking?

At this point, you’re still trying to shirk responsibility?

What a bunch of idiots!

Aaron thought to himself extremely impatiently, feeling that the nobles in front of him were simply disgusting and completely unreasonable.

"Wait, something's wrong!" He narrowed his eyes and realized that his mentality at this time seemed a little abnormal.

"Are you going to start a war?" Alice snorted coldly, her tone a bit sinister.

"It seems that the Iris family really wants to kill people and silence them!" A nobleman said in a sinister tone.

Silvery white light emerged, and Alice flew directly towards the noble, "Seeking death!"

Wait, that’s totally wrong!

Seeing Alice flying out, Aaron felt a warning sign in his heart.

Although he didn't know the strength of the nobles in front of him, if they could survive in the chaos just now, I'm afraid they all had their own strengths, and at least they were starting at the bronze level.

As for their current team, they only have two silver-level players, Garcia and Siosande. If they really fight, they won't be able to take advantage at all.

"Sart, evil insight!"

However, Alice had already jumped out, and Ed also rushed out after her. The conflict was about to break out, and it was completely foolish to try to mediate at this time.

Vaguely, he felt that there might be another reason behind the turbulent irritability in his heart.

Sartre was startled, and then his expression changed a bit. He quickly rubbed it with his hands a few times, and several spice powders were mixed with the wind. Then, a little bit of psychic powder floated out, activating the inherent spirituality of these spices.

A circle of faint fluctuations came out, and the illusive azure blue halo was quickly eroded by the darkness, turning into black almost in the blink of an eye.

Strong cult atmosphere!

"Where else do you want to run to?" Siosande, who had said nothing just now, sneered, with bright stars shining in his eyes.

Almost at the same time, a miserable squeaking sound sounded, like a human wailing, but also like a mouse's scream.

Meng Ji tilted her head and looked in that direction thoughtfully. She waved her exposed arm lightly, but she only saw a mouse about the size of a house cat floating out of a corner.

However, the strange thing is that this mouse has a shrunken human head. Its facial features are almost squeezed together, and its expression is completely unclear.

Rat with a human face!

"Damn it." Sartre couldn't help but cursed secretly.

Believers who believe in "rats with human faces" are not only good at hiding their whereabouts, but they are also able to combine humans and rats through rituals, turning them into monsters that are neither human nor ghosts.

Of course, this kind of human-faced rat born from a ritual is naturally not the object of their belief, but this kind of rat born from a cult ritual has extremely difficult and disgusting characteristics.

They tend to go unnoticed, roaming shadowy corners like rats and simulating human voices to sow discord, causing people to kill each other in chaos.

This is also the reason why Sartre held a ceremony to test Aaron in the first place. His original words were also highly inflammatory and persuasive.

Now it seems that what Aaron said was not wrong.

The Lord of Bals City does have a problem!

If you put it this way, then everything seems to make a lot of sense.

Sartre looked around, and after consciously searching, he finally caught part of the obscure scent of spices.

For cultists who believe in human-faced mice, although they cannot master rituals, they may be able to master several specific rituals to assist their actions, such as the current ritual that can make people upset.

The more chaotic the situation, the more they can fish in troubled waters.

However, in the final analysis, the mouse still did not expect that Aaron could react so quickly, nor did he expect that Siosande could lock the position so quickly.

"Stop it all!" Aaron roared angrily.

However, Alice and the nobles, who had been aroused to anger, had already fought together. If they had not retained the last bit of reason and used their extraordinary abilities, I am afraid that the current scene would not be as simple as chaos again.

"Who are you!" Aaron grabbed the human-faced rat in Siosande's hand and asked angrily.

Because he had been targeted by the Human-Faced Rat for a long time, he deliberately learned more about the Human-Faced Rat.

Most of these human-faced rats are controlled by cultists behind them. What they see and hear will be transmitted to the minds of cultists truthfully, which is equivalent to the arrival of cultists in person.

The only flaw may be their perspective. After all, they are just mice, and it is difficult to observe the world from a human perspective.

"Aaron, I said, I will keep an eye on you and I will find you!" The withered and thin mouth of the human-faced mouse opened and closed, and a human voice floated out from it, with a sarcastic sneer at the end.

"I'm looking forward to that day." Aaron gritted his teeth and said.

The Church of the Human-Faced Rat was so haunting that even though he was careful enough, he still accidentally fell into its path.

Only a thousand days can catch thieves, how can a thousand days prevent thieves?

The violence in his heart was not yet gone, so he simply grabbed the human-faced rat's skinny head and said, "Take care of yourself first!"

Dream Talk·Twisted Language!

Part of the extraordinary aura was poured directly into the shrunken brain of the human-faced rat, and then followed a certain connection and rushed directly into the mind of the cultist.

The gray mouse, which was about the size of a house cat, exploded in agony with more strength than Aaron expected, and he almost couldn't catch the struggling mouse.

Aaron, who was afraid of trouble, simply gave the second chance of "Dream Talk·Twisted Language" to this human-faced rat.

The originally shrunken head actually squirmed at this moment, and you could almost see it expanding a little.

Immediately afterwards, the human-faced rat burst out with its last rat-like scream, losing its breath of life.

Do you really think it’s okay to hide in the dark and force Lai Lai?

If you can't imitate Sadako and climb out of the TV, why can't you follow the "network cable" to find the door?

Aaron threw the human-faced rat to the ground in disgust. Only when he heard the muffled sound like a water bag hitting the ground did the rage in his heart disappear a lot.

However, he knew that this was more of a fear than violence.

The music in my ears became clearer and the ominous premonition became stronger.

He must find an opportunity to vent his unfounded fear.

This feeling was very familiar to him, just like he had felt Him before. No matter what he was thinking, his heart would still be filled with endless fear.

That is the suppression of lower-level creatures from higher-level creatures, and it is a memory deeply engraved in the blood.

And this human-faced rat took advantage of this anger caused by fear and successfully lit the fuse.

At this time, the music lingering in my ears finally stopped again.

Meanwhile, the entire world has once again lost its voice.

It's like the darkness before dawn, or the calm before the storm.

In the boundless night, in the rapidly receding tide, a high-pitched male voice suddenly emerged like a rock.

The natural disaster, the Throat of Death, finally began to sing.