To Four Thousand Years Later

As soon as Leonardo left the room, a pale golden light shone in his eyes. He scanned his surroundings sharply—in Leonardo's psychic vision, a dozen vague figures around him emerged.

None were psykers.

"So where do we go upstairs?"

he asked in a low voice.

"This way." Francis held the gun in his left hand and lowered the muzzle to the ground. He replied in a low voice, "Follow me. We can't see us from this side of the stairs. Leonardo nodded. He followed Francie and walked up the stairs. He didn't hold a gun, let alone Taking out that pistol is not very good for Francis, but for Leonardo, whether it is a pistol or a dagger, their meaning is basically only intimidation.

Although Leonardo uses his own psionic power or spells. The destructive power will far surpass this weapon, but when Leonardo wants to threaten people or is ready to reason. You can't raise your right hand to the enemy, or spread your hand to the opponent to learn.

At this time, Shi just took out a pistol and pointed it at the other person's head, and the two of them could reason calmly.

"Wait a moment.

As soon as he went upstairs, Leonardo suddenly pulled Francis back. Zhuo Ruo took a few steps back slowly, and retreated to the stairs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the pale golden light in his eyes burning quietly.

In the room where Ralpham was, there was indeed a psychic. And more than one.

Or werewolves.

Among the countless white and blurred figures, three dim yellow figures in a certain room are very clear.

"There are three werewolves. One is by the door, one is sitting on the bed, and one is by the window."

Leonardo's memory had completely remembered them, though only for a split second. He whispered to Francis: "Keep silent. I'll go there and test it later. If I confirm that they don't have spiritual vision, you can follow me. If someone can see and finds me, I will rush in immediately." You don't want to come here.

"Then what do I do?"

"You hide outside the range of your spiritual vision and keep an eye on the door.

Leonardo replied: "If someone opens the door, you answer.

As he said that, he patted the gun in Francis's hand lightly, and said with a light smile, "If they run away separately, I will give priority to chasing the distance outside and you won't miss it, right?"

"This distance means I won't be crooked when I put an apple on top of their heads."

Francis cut it, looked at Leonardo again, and said in a low voice: "Be careful too. If you can't beat it, don't fight hard, Lord Lielakin will support you.

"Of course I know.

Leonardo smiled and said no more.

Under the gaze of Francis, he walked slowly to JA in that room. Leonardo listened intently, but there was not a single sound coming from the room.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

He stretched out his hand and lightly pressed on the doorknob, his left index finger gently gliding over the crack. The simple mechanical door lock was easily cut off by his condensed spiritual energy.

Hearing a slight sound from the door, the room was suddenly silent, and the noise disappeared.

"Excuse me, please

Leonardo opened his mouth and made a naive and confused voice: "How do I get to Room 9?"

As he spoke, he opened the door calmly.

"Hey, little

But the moment he opened the door, a cold pistol protruded from the door, trying to hit Leonardo's head. But it seems that the tall werewolf at the door missed Leonardo's height. So much so that his gun hit the air for the first time, and then he reacted, wanting to move down a little.

Leonardo suddenly looked up. Chong Zhe showed a harmless and gentle smile.

However, his eyes shining with pale golden light made the werewolf at the door suddenly feel cold.

The werewolf pulled the trigger again and again without hesitation. The gunshots rang out one after another. The gunshots seemed to be blocked by something, and they failed to reach the corridor; the bullets were fired, but they failed to hit Leonardo.

The shadow under Leonardo's feet was like a living creature, sweeping up from the ground and forming a mist-like shield, blocking every bullet.

"It's a psychic!

The tall werewolf realized something was wrong, and his pupils lit up with a dim yellow light.

His body immediately began to swell and twist, dark black hair grew from his whole body, his back became rickety, his height was half a head taller, and he became a humanoid creature that looked like a wolf or a bear.

His transformation was very quick, taking less than a second.

But Leonardo didn't move.

The shadow under him rose like a chain, hanging around the neck and limbs of the werewolf. Before it had completely transformed, the shadow under Leonardo's feet had already lifted him up high.

Another shadow rose up, forming a structure like a guillotine on a beheading platform, and hanging from the ceiling.

Do not move! Everyone stay still! "

A middle-aged psyker leaning on the pillow shouted immediately, stopping everyone in the room who was about to fight back.

Leonardo heard the words. He looked up at him with interest: "Your Excellency Modos, don't you have a good reaction speed? Even though someone called out your name, the psyker was slightly relieved. He got off the bed slowly, Hands half up: "Friends. Although I don't know where you came from, I didn't say anything to him. The guillotine made by the shadow suddenly fell from the ceiling. The strong muscles of the werewolf were meaningless under the blade, and they were easily cut off.

Blood was splashed, and the headless corpse fell to the ground and hit a chair while bleeding. This made the atmosphere in the room that had just started to heat up suddenly drop back to zero, and the middle-aged psyker who was talking was immediately speechless—so you don't actually know me, do you? "Leonardo asked softly: "Then I understand.

The next moment, the middle-aged psychic's heart rose sharply

A frost mark quickly spread towards Leonardo from under his feet, but was suddenly cut off by the shadow of Leonardo's feet less than one meter away from him, and sharp ice thorns pierced the ground from the cutoff point. Then immediately cracked. And the black tentacles jumped up from Leonardo's feet again, bouncing around the room like a pinball, drawing dense spider webs and cutting towards him. The bodies of a few ordinary people who unfortunately stood in the way were immediately cut into countless parts by the shadow line. Didn't even remember to let out a wail.

"Turn on the light! Quickly turn on the light!" The middle-aged psyker shouted loudly, while his body muscles began to swell. He reached out and tried to return a stab of a shadow bullet line with his fist - but his outstretched left arm was like butter cut by a hot knife, and was easily touched by the shadow line. The part from the index finger of the left hand to the wrist was cut vertically. It can even be seen that the shadow line spread from Leonardo to another wall, forcing him back into the corner. As long as it moves a little, the flesh will be cut open. His face was suddenly covered with cold sweat—fortunately, he temporarily lost most of his pain sensation, otherwise this blow would be enough to make him immediately lose his fighting power. Several ordinary people's attendants heard the psyker's order and immediately went to turn on the light. A few more men raised lanterns and lit them. But as soon as he stepped out of the window, his body suddenly froze.

He was floating in the air in a daze, as if the disconnected card had a bug.

"I advise you not to run away.

Leonardo said leisurely: "If you take half a step forward, you will be headshot.

"Back, back!" A few ordinary servants with faces full of fear were the lanterns that Naruo lit. Hold it up to Leonardo.

By this means they sought to dispel the dreadful shadowy tentacles, and free their masters from the shadow's yoke. But the shadow that formed a fine spider web showed no sign of dissolving under the light.

Why did you fall down before I made a move? "Leonardo couldn't help laughing: "It seems that I really overestimated you. If I had known it earlier, I would have come directly to A.

As he whispered, the bodies of those attendants became sluggish one by one. Just like the werewolf who jumped out of the window—their bodies suddenly got stuck and became motionless.

Their faces quickly turned red, then purple, and their eyeballs bulged. It's like they're literally smothered.