Mystic Holy See

Aldridge manipulated the black gold to reveal the gap, and secretly observed the changes in the situation.

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He will not forget his original purpose, the blood of the Storm Goddess!

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It's just that things have developed to this point, and the pale lady who is suspected to be the goddess of the storm has not shown up again. He can only take a step by step.

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The 'spirit' that can be mobilized in his mind is less than 20%. Although it is also slowly recovering, the rate is very slow. The war potion he brought for rank 2 has been eaten, and there are two rank 1 that can restore the 'spirit'. War potions, he wouldn't eat them unless he had to.

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On the one hand, taking two war potions in a row is a life-threatening risky behavior. On the other hand, it is unknown how much effect the rank 1 potion will have after taking the rank 2 potion.

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"I hope that destroying the altar can directly affect him as much as possible."

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Aldrich prayed silently, as long as he can limit a part of him, he will earn it. It should be impossible to directly interrupt the recovery of the Storm Goddess.

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La Masia and Ferrier had a great fight between you and me. Aldridge cautiously retreated to the edge and tried to keep the distance.

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What he can do has been done, and La Masia will never continue to be distracted to protect him. If Ferrier is freed up, he will be the first person to look for.

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The anger of a rank 6 Beyonder, Aldridge's current state can last for a few seconds at most.

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"Fortunately, the old man La Masia is stronger. Although Ferrier won't die, he is still suppressed to death."

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Aldrich continued to observe for a few seconds, and finally heaved a sigh of relief. While healing his body, he looked at the faint blue mist above the altar.

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From the beginning, this huge 'worm egg' was beating up and down, like a heartbeat and like breathing. After the mysterious pattern of the altar was damaged, its appearance could not be seen to change for the time being.

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"what……"

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Aldrich squinted his eyes, trying to see more clearly, he suddenly found that the 'texture' on the surface of the fog was a bit wrong.

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After his pupils adjusted to the distance and his vision became clearer, Aldridge couldn't help but take a deep breath—

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Where is the 'texture' on the surface of the fog, it is clearly a 'face' after another!

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They huddled together in various shapes, and Aldrich's intensive phobia was about to commit.

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Most of them are not of human beings, but of some other creatures, ordinary animals and 'mysteries', but there are many people, and there are not too many humans.

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"Are these the 'creatures' that Ferrier spoke of?"

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Aldrich licked his dry lips, feeling unbearable and disgusting. Is the Storm Goddess 'absorbing' something from these creatures to recover?

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What kind of fallen **** is this, it's simply a monster!

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He was sure that there were no such 'faces' on the mist just now, and they only appeared after the altar pattern was destroyed.

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Aldrich couldn't help guessing, "The function of this altar is not to revive him through some kind of ritual, but to sacrifice him and help him plunder something from the living beings."

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And now that the altar is damaged, the rate of his plundering has slowed down greatly, or even stopped directly.

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In other words, the Storm Goddess is not about to recover, but has recovered!

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He is just 'healing' and 'recovering'!

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Aldridge was startled by his own guess, and silently took two steps back again, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a thick hand on his back, making him unable to step back any longer. .

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In an instant, his hair stood upright, and the black and gold particles instantly converged into a short thorn, which was violently stabbed back!

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When the other party came behind him, he didn't feel at all.

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……

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"Hahaha, Ferrie, how does it feel to fall short?" La Masia kept making terrifying sound waves, and at the same time sarcastically.

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"Humph!"

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Feijie's situation was ugly. The faint blue flames continued to condense between his hands, and gradually turned into dark black. The terrifying temperature made the surrounding space seem to be distorted.

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La Masia leisurely glanced at the blue air mass above, and sneered, "The false gods have accumulated for so many years, and finally waited for recovery, but how much of the 'nutrient' he needs after recovery can he absorb without the help of this altar?"

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Ferrier shouted loudly, "At least it's more than enough to kill you, a traitor!"

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With a push of his palm, the dark flame turned into a long snake, twisting and rushing towards La Masia.

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"Yes?"

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La Masia went up to it without fear, opened his mouth wide, and blasted out a sound cannon that shook the space, hitting the black flame snake's big mouth.

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"Boom boom boom!"

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With a muffled sound, the black flame snake's body rapidly expanded and then exploded. The black flames fell to the ground like flowers, blooming quietly on the dim altar pattern.

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La Masia's facial muscles were stiff, but he stopped moving. He looked up into the air with complicated eyes.

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"He finally woke up."

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The faint blue mist in the air no longer shrinks, but begins to expand continuously. The faces above are like prisoners who have broken free from their cages.

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In an instant, this place is like hell!

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Ferrier knelt down on his knees, his face full of piety.

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"Great God!"

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……

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"Snapped!"

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A rude force slapped Aldrich's hand holding the black and gold short spear away with just the right amount of strength.

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Aldridge could barely hold the short spear, but he immediately understood that the other party was not malicious.

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Otherwise, why would he have died a hundred times now?

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He turned his head to look back, a middle-aged man with scars all over his body was frowning, looking down at him quietly.

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It was Galen who stayed under the altar before.

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Aldridge took two steps back and looked at him suspiciously.

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He always felt that this middle-aged man was weird, especially before going to the altar, this stranger said to him "be careful".

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They didn't know each other at all before today!

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Galen looked at his body up and down, and said calmly, "I have no ill intentions."

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Aldrich's expression changed, and he couldn't help saying, "You..."

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"Just look at it." Galen patted Aldridge on the shoulder, interrupted him, and after a moment of hesitation ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ said, "I'm really sorry."

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After speaking, he walked to the center of the altar step by step. As he walked, his body was twisted, and in the smoke with faces that filled the space at some point, he turned into another person.

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Aldridge looked at him in disbelief, with countless chaotic thoughts flashing in his mind.

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When 'Galen' spoke just now, the voice was definitely not that of the middle-aged man under La Masia's, Galen...

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Compared with Galen's urn-like voice, his voice was old and powerful, serious and steady, and it seemed familiar, inexplicably familiar!

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With the change of form, what appeared in Aldridge's eyes was a black suit, silver-white hair, and a tall and straight back with a hint of old age.

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Of course Aldridge knew him—

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Dean of the Faculty of Medicine, Spursey University, Mr. Tannwyther Sean!

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