Real Name God

　　Richard stared at each other silently, and then stepped forward again. He neither spoke nor stopped, approaching the opponent unhurriedly.

　　 The young man didn't seem to notice him. Right under Richard's nose, he did a wonderful thing: He tried to pull the body of the zombie that had lost his head and no longer moved from the fence.

Then, the invisible blade appeared again—from the patient’s neck to the belly, a straight mark appeared, as if being dissected vertically by a huge scalpel that was fast and fierce, lifeless. The decayed muscles are turned open to the sides, revealing the bones and internal organs inside.

　　 Fortunately, the blood in the patients infected by the plague is closer to a solidified state than ordinary people, and there is no splashing around, otherwise this scene will be even more horrible.

　　 The young man squatted down again. And this time, he almost stretched his head into the abdominal cavity of the corpse...

　　 Although Richard didn't want to be nosy, but the other party had obviously noticed him, but he was able to perform such an uninhibited behavior, which was really unbearable for him.

　　 He didn't want to waste time, let alone watch the other person dissecting and researching a nearly corrupt corpse in front of him. This is for the sake of dinner.

　　 "Over there."

　　 Richard said in a deep voice.

　　 "Are you the messenger sent by The Hanged Man?"

　　 His way of speaking is quite straightforward. Richard has made a decision, if the other party still ignores him, he must teach this guy a lesson.

　　 It was not his intention to take the initiative to deal with strangers, but now Richard does not have so much time wasting on idle people.

　　 Fortunately, the other party is very familiar. The young man squatting on the ground was taken aback, turned his head and looked at Richard in surprise. His expression was slightly confused, as if he had just woke up from a nightmare.

　　 However, the young man took the initiative to show a friendly smile to Richard.

　　 "I didn't expect someone else to come to this ghost place. Are you from this wizard tower?"

After 　　 said this sentence, after a few seconds of pause, the young man said in a dazed tone as if he was waking up from a dream.

　　 "Oh, I see! So you are the messenger of Lord Rasputin?"

"......Yes."

　　 Richard nodded calmly, but his hands holding the hilt of the sword and the suitcase were subconsciously clenched, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

　　 Stormy seas are set off in his heart——

　　 Because the other party’s voice is quite familiar, I heard it not long ago...

　　 But, how is this possible?

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　　 The young man held the glasses on the bridge of his nose, walked towards him, and enthusiastically reached out his hand to Richard.

　　 "Hello, when we meet for the first time, just call me Crowley."

　　 Seeing that Richard didn't make any response, he seemed very indifferent, but the young man named Crowley didn't feel embarrassed at all and said with a smile.

　　 "Sorry, I was a little fascinated just now. This is the first time I have seen a place that has only been ravaged by plague magic not long ago. In addition, I have always been interested in the mystery hidden in the human body..."

　　 He turned his head and stared at the patient's body lying quietly outside the cell.

"The situation is the same as I imagined. The high-level black magic can completely change the structure of the human body. For example, the victims who are locked here have all their gastrointestinal systems and some can only survive in the wilderness, which is dangerous. Like the demons with extremely high sex, exercise consumption tends to exceed the calories they can provide. In order to absorb nutrients more fully, they have high requirements for food, and the most suitable for them in this world are humans. That’s why they do. Will attack and devour living people out of instinct. Obviously, this habit cannot be natural, but the evil taste of the people who created this plague. In addition, it can extend the power of the plague domain to the “reform” in the life domain Category, the knowledge level of this person has far exceeded my imagination..."

　　 As Mr. Crowley himself claimed, he is very interested in the human body, which is an important part of the magical field of life, and talks endlessly.

　　 But what Richard cares about most is not this, but... his voice.

　　 "Sounds very similar to the "Preacher" I met in the "Inverse Cross" meeting, but the attitude is slightly different...Is this really a coincidence?"

　　 After he couldn't help but verify this from Miss Real Name, he got a positive answer.

　　 "No, can't you?"

　　 Richard felt caught off guard.

"Could it be that the other party is the'Preacher'? This is bad, he really didn't give up, and even took the initiative to sneak into the magic tower? The opponent's rank is equal to or higher than the legendary wizard, it is easy to see my details ......"

　　 Richard's palms are sweating. If he is really seen through, he will be in a dilemma. On the one hand, he will encounter a terrible enemy who is by no means an opponent. On the other hand, there is a chance to expose that he is not the real Rasputin and the ability to disguise a legend as an apprentice. The secret of rank...

　　 "Something's wrong."

　　 Richard tried to calm himself down.

　　 "I have used the prophetic spell of'rank determination' just now, and the opponent is just a high-level wizard. What is going on? Some kind of disguise?"

"Similar or even the same voice does not mean that it is the same person. After all, what I heard at that meeting is not necessarily the voice of the'Preacher'... But if it is disguised, the reason for using this'Crowley' sound source What is it?"

　　 "Also, wasn't he sent by the Hanged Man? Why is there a connection with the Preacher? Does that old man know the details of this man?"

"...By the way, isn't this person the student that the "Preacher" sent to the "Hanged Man"? But from the previous exchanges, the "Hanged Man" is quite similar to the "Preacher". There is dissatisfaction, the relationship is not close, and he is very afraid that the "Preacher" will intervene in the falling plan of the magic tower closely related to [Xinghuo Furnace]. Cooperation with me is more a secret hidden under the water... Will such a person be sent here? Isn't it afraid of the plan to be exposed?"

　　 Richard's brain turned desperately, but he still couldn't get a definite conclusion.

　　 The other party naturally didn't know a lot of what the opposite person thought about in a short time, and he was still eloquently explaining his findings.

　　 "...Ah, I'm sorry. I gaffe again."

　　A few minutes later, Mr. Crowley clapped his hands suddenly. He cleared his throat and said apologetically, "Are you not interested in this kind of thing?"

　　 Compared with the frivolous tone of "Preacher", this person's tone is more sincere.

　　 "Speaking of which, can you tell me your name?"

　　 "No need, just leave things to me."

　　 Richard refused indifferently.

"……Ok."

　　 Crowley shrugged and did not express any objection. He closed his eyes and chanted the mantra silently, with a striking light flashing in his hand, and a magic key appeared in his palm and handed it to Richard.

　　 After Richard took it over, there was a vaguely unreal feeling.

　　...... Is this done?

The communication between 　　 and the unidentified messenger was originally the time when he was most worried about revealing his identity during his trip. Now it seems to be worrying too much-

　　 At this moment, Richard Durton felt a chill in the back of his head, like a flash of inspiration in the ordinary day-this is not a description, but the role of the pre-prepared magic "ring of warning" in the prophecy domain. This is a spell that will be triggered automatically when the user is threatened, providing wizards with a "sixth sense" spell against crisis.

　　 The opponent is suddenly ready to do it!

　　Richard remained silent, and the light from the corner of his eyes fell on the opponent.

　　 His eyesight has been greatly strengthened, and he can clearly see Mr. Crowley's natural attitude with his hands behind his back, as if preparing some kind of magic gesture.

Really sorry. Richard thought to himself that in front of a prophetic wizard, any small actions are meaningless.

　　 Richard did not hesitate, the snake stick hidden in the suitcase released the "stunned humanoid creature" that had already cooled down. At the same time, the long sword in his hand had been placed on the opponent's neck.

　　 The master-level spiritual power is like an invisible and intangible shadow, which instantly enveloped the space between the two of just a few meters~www.wuxiaspot.com~A magic hand quietly invaded the spiritual realm from reality...

　　 Mr. Crowley, who was hit by this force at close range, his eyes fell into sluggishness immediately, and it took five or six seconds to gradually recover. And when he came back to his senses again, a biting chill came from his neck.

　　 Crowley's body stiffened suddenly, and he dared not move.

　　 Richard slanted his sword slightly, the cold blade pierced his skin, and blood flowed down.

　　 "Wait, please wait a minute! Don't be busy doing it!"

　　 The opponent reacted quickly and immediately raised his hands behind his back in a gesture of begging for mercy.

　　 "I'm sorry! But I want to check my identity, I hope you can understand."

　　 "Identity verification? Do I need to use this method?"

　　 Richard snorted coldly.

　　 "Oh, but..."

　　 Mr. Crowley smiled wryly.

"I thought it would be the messenger who was the first to find this place, but I didn't expect that the person sent by Lord Rasputin, who was the wizard leader, was not a wizard, but someone who could be chased by countless patients. The swordsman who came out of the siege...This is beyond my expectation, so I wanted to try it."

　　 Swordsman? Richard thought it was ridiculous, but he didn't show it.

"what about now?"

　　 "I know myself. Whether you are real or not, I have no choice, am I?"

　　 Mr. Crowley shrugged.

　　 Richard stared into the opponent's face. His nose was sweating, and his pupils contracted imperceptibly. And more importantly...the result of the "discriminating lies" of spiritual magic.

　　 He didn't speak, and took the sword back after a while.