Mystery: Paradox Path

December 16th, night, Backlund, Dockland.

The night wind with a faint pungent smell slowly blew the quiet night, and the moored ships exuded faint lights.

The man carrying the property worth at least 50,000 pounds walked calmly on the bridge made of wooden planks. His cheekbones were high, his blue eyes were gray, and his hair was neatly combed back. Popular place.

But at this time, he was wearing a peaked cap and a gray coat, and he didn't have the decency that he should have.

Seeing that the scheduled inland cruise ship had already appeared in his field of vision, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out the ticket from his pocket, and walked towards the ship.

But at this moment, a tall young man suddenly blocked his way.

This man has a bronze complexion, knotted muscles all over his body, and wears cool clothes that are completely incompatible with winter. The vest that should be white has long been stained with dust and gray.

His appearance is excellent, and the adjectives with clear eyebrows and a tiger-backed waist are really appropriate for him. He is carrying a gray sack on his shoulders. It seems that he just happened to be tired when he walked here, so let's take a break for the time being.

Jason Beria, who was carrying the suitcase, had a gloomy look on his face. He looked at the man in front of him who seemed to be a dock worker, and there was a flash of light in his blue and gray eyes.

"Not an Extraordinary?" Looking at the aura of the etheric body that was strong but not uniform, the man seemed to relax a little, but still glared at him with an expression like a high-class person bumping into a beggar blocking his way. It was as if just speaking would feel bad.

"Sir, I seem to have seen you somewhere."

The sturdy young man carrying the sack did not flinch because of the man's eyes, but responded with a simple and honest voice, Jason's face sank immediately, and he said angrily:

"Find out your identity! Also, I'm in a hurry!"

After all, he didn't stop there too much, but like a person who was really in a hurry, trying to bypass the strong man. After all, this is also an important port for the shipping and logistics of Backlund and Enmat Port. Not to say that one person can't move forward.

However, just as he took a step, the huge sack came up again, and at the same time, there was that honest and honest voice:

"Sir, you really look familiar..."

"Go away!"

Jason's face became more and more ugly.

He took a step, wanting to forcibly avoid the strong man, but with a bang, the huge sack was put on the ground by the man, and at that moment, he even felt that the ground under his feet trembled a few times.

"Although I don't want to doubt you, sir, you really look like a dangerous person on a wanted list. In order to ensure the safety of the ship, can I ask you to wait a moment?"

The dock worker's voice was still simple and honest, but while he was speaking, his left hand went deep into his arms, took out an emerald ring that did not match the identity of a dock worker at all, and put it on the thick, rough, calloused ring of his right hand. on the index finger.

It was an exquisite signet ring. The perfect emerald the size of the thumb belly was engraved with intricate, delicate, but strongly religious patterns. The two ancient Hermes who were obviously small but could catch people’s attention The language rune clearly told Jason that this ring was by no means ordinary.

"'7' and 'victory'?" Jason recalled the organizations, forces or symbols related to it, but there was no result, but this did not prevent her from being sure that the man in front of her was the enemy.

Seeing that no one around noticed the situation here, Jason suppressed his desire to use black flames to burn the man who dared to block the road with a magical item to ashes, and invisible spider silk suddenly shot out.

But something happened that he couldn't understand. His spider silk couldn't make the man move even a little bit.

He is like an incomparably strong statue, no matter how you pull it, it will not move.

hateful!

What exactly is the power of this ring?

Jason frowned, and a strange force spread around him. Pedestrians passing by not far away suddenly began to cough, and many of them simply fell to the ground and gasped in pain.

But the man in front of him, who was less than three meters away from him, and who had been in the aura of illness for at least 20 seconds, didn't react at all!

"Is this guy really human?"

Jason pulled the spider silk hard, but there was still no response. If he had not confirmed it with his spiritual vision before, he even suspected that the strong man in front of him was a golem!

"Yanall."

A young voice that did not match the simple and honest voice before came out of the man's mouth, and at the same time as the babble with a sigh fell, a green light escaped from his ring.

It was an angel with gray and white wings. Its appearance was beautiful and luxurious. It was covered with a simple green robe that perfectly highlighted her figure. A key that seemed to contain great magic was hanging from the ravine in front of her chest. The brown lantern was held high by her, and the green light escaped, and Jason's aura of disease was instantly suppressed, and the conditions of the passersby who were implicated were also improving rapidly.

The angel continued to shed light, but the strong man suddenly raised his fist, and the spider silk connected to him was snapped one by one. Jason Bellia didn't care to attract attention at this time, and the wall made of ice immediately Rising in front of him, at the same time, the black flames turned into fireballs, slamming straight towards the strong man's face.

"Crack!"

Even a salvo from a high-pressure steam rifle could catch the ice wall in the next round and was smashed by his fists. Jason finally got out of the attack range by pulling himself by the spider silk, but even so, those who exploded because of the power of his fists The ice crystals also scratched his face with scars.

Just for this unsuccessful blow, the strong man also paid the corresponding price. Although the black flame was blocked by his other arm, the flaming black flame did not let him go. In just a few breaths, the black flame had completely wrapped his left arm. Even with the protection of the angel's green light, the flame continued to pierce through the defense, burning his skin and eroding his flesh and blood. , the scorched smell and the crackling sound of the oil exploded, making the strong man's forehead ooze with large beads of sweat.

Jason's scratched but strangely bloodless face exuded resentment and pleasure, and looking at the emerald ring, it was inevitable that a bit of greed was revealed in his eyes.

But just when he was expecting the strong man to be burnt out by the black fire, the black fire that had spread to his shoulders suddenly went out, and in the scorching flames, the arms of the bones were exposed, and powder began to grow. Tender granulation.

"Sorry, sir, I've let you down." The strong man's voice suddenly sounded while enduring the pain. Jason was stunned to notice a handsome young man wearing a black formal suit, a half-high silk top hat and a playful smile on the corner of his mouth. , I do not know when it appeared on the side of the strong man.

He pressed one hand on the strong man's constantly regenerating arm, and said in a gentle tone:

"No, even if the other party doesn't want to make too much noise, it is beyond my expectations to be able to stand deadlocked with a Sequence Five for so long."