Old-time musicians

"Why don't you keep shooting!?"

"The light on his body is like a thorn. I can't open my eyes at all, and I can't lock my spirituality!"

A "Cinder" master who is proficient in thermal weapons, using firearms is extremely terrifying in terms of lethality and accuracy, but it seems to be useless here!

"Damn! Where are those people in the bathroom?"

"Storm Chariot, guard the altar site, quickly!"

Owen's voice under the cloak was horrified. Although he didn't know what the characteristics of this "javelin" were, he knew at a glance that it was not something that could be easily dealt with, so he quickly ordered his men to respond.

"It's useless." Fanning sneered.

This time, he sacrificed one-third of his inspiration to perform the secret art of riding a carriage. Now his entire reserve has been used up. How can it be easy to deal with.

The spiritual knowledge of the triple door used by a self-created key, at the level below the order, I'm afraid there won't be many cases that can be dealt with!

I saw that this "spinning fire arrow" had not yet reached the front of several people. As soon as it approached a certain invisible plane, it seemed to smash something, and light golden cracks spread in the air!

There were more and more cracks, and the "wild" secret ritual barrier was forcibly twisted into a "candle" phase. The spiritual liquid splashed everywhere, like a golden rain!

The next thing to be twisted was the storm. The people who drove the chariot in front couldn't help but hold their heads and struggled constantly. White incandescent light began to pour out of their mouths and noses. The demon hunting bullets of the guns behind them fell to the ground, and they became candles with "unfallen fire" patterns or "endless fugue" four-fold lines rolling everywhere!

"Not good!"

The cloaked man who had been hanging behind with the music book in his hand finally exclaimed loudly.

The "cannon fodder" in front didn't matter.

But he saw that his colleague Owen's condition was also starting to be wrong, and those white incandescent lights were seeping out of his pores!

"Retreat immediately! The rest of these people will--"

The voice of the man holding the chorus sheet stopped abruptly.

Fanning's arrow seemed to have triggered some kind of mysterious chain reaction. Behind the crumbling altar, in a place that seemed to be between the void and reality, the hinge of a door was suddenly pushed open!

This was the bathroom affected by the first arrow!

At this time, the second arrow was shot out, and the "candle" secret atmosphere that had been twisted originally found an exit attracted by the same secret atmosphere. The golden torrent directly smashed the door and half of the altar into pieces!

Then, it merged with the torrent carried by the second arrow, soared into the sky, and formed a silent flash like a nuclear explosion above the cruise ship!

The suspended man who led this secret ceremony, his figure and the chorus sheet both fell to the roof, and the whole person spasmed violently.

Owen, lying on the ground, felt that the movement of the whole world was far away from him. When he opened his eyes again, a sharp pain spread all over his upper body, even to his Adam's apple. He found that he could no longer breathe, and his life was passing away irreversibly!

He tried hard to move his peripheral vision downward and to the right, and then he saw the burnt holes as big as bowls that penetrated his heart and abdomen, and Fanning, who had stood beside him at some point!

"I feel very strange. Are these other people who know you your men? It's really strange."

Another seemingly soft light hit the black-clothed man lying next to him.

There was no doubt that he was killed.

Fanning's face was gloomy and confused. He watched the black-clothed man wail and twitch a few times, his body also turned into green smoke, and his clothes shrank into a ball.

"You you! Who are you!?" Owen, who was dying, had just made some associations because of his fatal injuries.

And now seeing Fanning continue to use the same method——

"You are... Impossible!!! Impossible!!! You are hehehe. You are la." His bloodshot eyes suddenly bulged out, and his arms and fists were clenched tightly until they were stiff.

"You guessed it right."

Fanning laughed.

"The time node you guessed right was a little earlier than my plan, so now, you are dead."

Owen stared at Fanning with his eyes, and his throat could no longer utter any syllables. Finally, his whole body tensed and relaxed, his head tilted, and there was no sound.

The 100% pure "candle" phase-shining spirit liquid flowed all over the ground.

Golden inspiration raindrops fell from the sky, and the air was faintly surrounded by the sound of choral chants.

The original phase secret atmosphere of this battlefield has been completely replaced by a twist. Even if divination, backtracking or spiritual means are used, the information obtained is completely deviated from the facts!

Fanning stood there, feeling the rich "candle" secret atmosphere in the air, and his spirit continued to recover and nourish.

About a minute later, the exhausted inspiration that was almost exhausted had recovered more than half.

"Mr. Fanning!"

"Mr. Fanning, are you okay?"

"Most of the people have been evacuated to the other end! There are only a few musicians in the guest room next door who got lost because of the interference of the secret ceremony."

Another minute later, Walter finally led several knowledgeable people on the cruise ship and more security personnel to the battle scene on the roof.

"Oh no, it seems that there is a bit of damage there."

A security guard held a bulky radio walkie-talkie in his hand, and continued to emit noisy sounds from rescuers in other places.

"Two female string musicians and a music clerk."

"It's okay, it's okay! Just injured!" "Hurry, hurry, hurry!!"

Fan Ning had been thinking about some problems in his mind for the past two minutes. At this moment, a lot of people rushed over, including musicians from his own band and the original staff on the cruise ship.

The composition was actually a bit complicated.

He was originally going to give orders as usual, asking others to deal with the scene, check the fire hazards in the house, and more people to look carefully to see if there were any victims or injured. He would go and see what happened to those who died in strange ways.

But suddenly he felt something was wrong!

This incident, at this juncture.

What are the possible impacts or directions?

Fan Ning suddenly changed his mind and fell silent.

Even his face turned gray and black, and his body seemed to be standing not so straight.

"Carlon? Are you okay? Are you injured? Are you okay?"

The next moment, the crowd was pushed aside, and Shilan, wearing a white dress, rushed over.

Seeing that Fanning could still stand, she was relieved, but her face was still pale and her eyes were full of deep worry.

"Carron, are you injured? Where are you injured? Can you speak? Are you feeling okay?"

The girl grabbed one of his arms and continued to ask questions repeatedly.

"Bang."

Amid the exclamations of the people behind, Fanning's head leaned directly on Shilan's shoulder.

He curled his knees, staggered, and the weight of his whole body hung on the girl like a pendant!

"Ah! Be careful." Shilan was almost pressed to the ground by him. He supported his left foot backwards, took a breath, and moved the weight of his whole body to be more balanced.

Two band members who knew about it ran over to help.

Fanning's mouth and nose began to ooze a little blood. He spoke with difficulty on Shilan's shoulder, and then closed his eyes.

"I'm dying, help me into the house."