Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

Chapter 412 [Dark Snake]

"Could it be that Miss is already in the cathedral?"

After realizing this, Michelle's heart tightened.

At this moment, the surge of magic power in the cathedral suddenly disappeared, and Tartarus paused the activation of the super-level magic.

"Damn it, it's really like that!"

The hunchbacked old man was trembling so much that he could barely hold his walking stick.

He was heartbroken, as if he had already lost.

"I told you to be careful, be careful, why did the result still turn out like this!"

"I've reminded you many times, why don't you listen?"

"I should have thought of that earlier..."

Looking at the nearly hysterical Michelle and the silent cathedral, Licia remembered something.

She said in a tone that sounded sarcastic: "Old priest, you are so fragile inside that you gave up so quickly?"

Michelle's face was distorted and her whole body was shaking with anger.

"No, it's not over yet. There's still time for everything."

The old man poked the ground heavily with the magic wand in his hand, and a magic circle suddenly appeared.

After a moment of trance, a figure appeared on the magic circle beside him.

That man was none other than Peslosen, who was fighting alone against many enemies outside the city.

Persloson tightened the bandage on his hand and glanced around. "There really is a problem in the city. Where is that guy Miss?"

Michelle did not answer his question, but stared at Lisia and others.

"Lose? How could we lose? Don't think I didn't make any preparations."

The teleportation magic he left on Peslosen was for this moment.

Licia still smiled and exhaled softly, "In this case, let's see who is more prepared."

Nobo, who was standing by, was a little confused when he saw Lisia's relaxed expression.

He knew that Peslosen had been led out of the city early in the morning.

After such a long time, Peslosen has not returned to the city on his own initiative, which means that the combat force outside the city is strong enough to successfully hold Peslosen back.

Michelle's state of mind was clearly on the verge of breaking just now, so there was no need to be afraid.

They can easily win by defeating them one by one.

However, Kelishia deliberately provoked Michel to regain his fighting spirit and teleported Peslosen back to the city.

The situation has now reversed and is now unfavorable to them in the city.

If you take this step wrong, you will most likely lose everything.

He didn't understand why Lishia did such a thing, nor did he understand why Lishia still looked so confident of winning.

Michelle teamed up with Pesloson, two LV7s who were almost at their peak, and their combat power was almost equal to that of the Demon King.

"Michelle, as long as we kill them all, it should be fine."

"You go to the main hall first. The enemy on the master's side is Miss."

Perselosen's eyes became sharp, and he turned his head to look behind him, "That's indeed quite troublesome."

When he was about to rush to the aid of Tartarus in the cathedral, the space in front of him suddenly distorted and a wooden mask became faintly visible.

"It's better for you to stay here." Avervanxen's clone, one of the leaders of the Tree organization, used space jumping to decisively intercept Peslosen.

For a moment, Michelle and the other man were attacked from the front and back, even though there was only one person behind them.

Nobo was a little worried, "Can he handle Perselosen alone?"

Baron Mista shook his head. "In fact, I haven't seen his full strength."

On the contrary, Lisia, who was much younger than them, remained calm and even comforted them, "Don't worry, he can do it."

After all, it is a perfect clone created by Avervanxon using the power of the magic eye, and possesses the strength of a demon king.

Everyone looked at each other, and their gazes gradually became firm.

They don't need to think too much, just give it their all.

"Our mission is to hold Michelle back and wait for my brother to return triumphantly."

Everyone attacked with all their might where Licia pointed her sword.

In an instant, the symbol of the pure mirror-like lake turned into a hellish battlefield.

Compared to the noisy outside, the interior of the cathedral is much quieter.

Tartarus, looking down from above, seemed to have already regarded Miss as a corpse, and there was no concern in his eyes.

"You'd better tell me your last words as soon as possible. I'm about to take back your power. You should know that those are all mine."

Mis lowered his head, looking depressed, "Maybe before, but now, I am who I am."

Tartarus smiled faintly, "It seems that you have no last words to say. That's right, after today, everyone you care about will die in my hands. No one can hear your last words anyway."

Mis slowly raised his head and looked directly at Tartarus on the throne, "Do you think I've lost?"

"No, no, no. In my eyes, you are already dead." Tartarus held his chin with one hand and looked down quietly.

He seemed to be admiring a work of art, a perfect work of art created by him.

Suddenly, Miss's aura changed, the decadent feeling disappeared like smoke, and was replaced by the domineering aura of the dragon clan.

"Magic is not the only means of attack I have."

This was the first time he had seen LV8 level magic, and it really broadened his horizons.

At this time, Miss is basically in a state of being banned from magic.

However, Tartarus' current strength is undoubtedly LV6, which means he is not invincible.

"I simply don't use magic, what else can you do to me?"

Miss just doesn't believe it.

He didn't believe that Tartarus' magic could affect the fighting power of the dragons.

If it really had an effect, the dragon clan would have been destroyed a thousand years ago.

Mis jumped up and rushed towards the throne.

Unfortunately, the thing that made him feel uneasy happened again.

Tartarus remained calm and threw out a small object.

"You do have more than just magic as a means of attack. As I recall, you seem to be proficient in making props as well."

A crisp sound was heard, and Miss instantly sensed the danger and planned to stop.

However, it was too late.

Countless black chains appeared out of thin air around the hall, and the chains were like snakes in the water, instantly wrapping around the "drowning" Miss.

The "snake" became tighter and tighter, and the terrifying pressure almost suffocated the victim.

Even the dragon king-level aura of Mis could not escape the end of collapse, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Is this... a world-class item?"