Chapter 659

He is becoming more and more inclined to use strength to solve problems. Is it the influence of the small universe... Thinking of those saints who are reckless and righteous, and then thinking of Xia Na who did the same, Su Jin suddenly had a headache.

It always felt like the elite education of Alastor and Wilemina was about to be ruined by him.

And just then, ding! There was a soft sound, and indeed the phone in Shana's pocket rang with a text message.

Upon seeing this, Xia Na took out her mobile phone from her pocket, took a look at it and said:

"Huh? Will Amyna ask us to go to the subway station to receive support from Europe?"

"A text message from Will Emina?" Su Jin was startled, and then said with a bad smile: "It's really difficult for her to study such a 'trendy' thing as a mobile phone."

"Is this difficult?" Shana looked at Su Jin strangely.

"It's not difficult for you, but it's very troublesome for the medieval princess Wilhelmina."

Su Jin explained with a smile.

"Is that so... Speaking of which, according to the time provided in the text message, it is almost time to meet the supporters from Europe. I hope they are not too troublesome."

Shana stood up as she spoke and pointed to the pendant on her chest:

"Su Jin, aren't you coming back?"

"No need for now."

I ran back, how can you make your body more adaptable to the characteristics of Hecate and enhance your own potential? Su Jin muttered secretly in his heart.

Throwing the pineapple bag into the trash can in the park, Xia Na, who was greatly relieved, immediately waved and said:

"In that case, let's go together."

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Magic City, on the subway leading to Waiwai Sui in Xuhui District.

"Is it no longer allowed to smoke on the subway? It's really troublesome."

Belan's voice came from the mouth of a brown-haired man with a haggard face and a slightly old look.

He was wearing an unseasonable black cowboy hat, a black windbreaker on the outside, and a shirt on the inside. He was dressed like a western cowboy.

At this time, the man looked at the no-smoking sign on the subway and stomped his feet slightly, as if he was very impatient.

At this time, a sweet female voice sounded next to the man:

"No matter how much you use the freedom method of reducing your presence, smoking in public is still too conspicuous. Please don't increase the antipathy of people in this country towards foreigners, Master."

The person who spoke was a beautiful girl with light brown hair, which was tied into two sections with arrow-shaped hair accessories and pinned in front of her body. She had a cute and delicate face.

These two people are the outsiders in Europe. To be precise, they are Fire Mist Warriors sent to East Asia for support by the intelligence mutual assistance organization Kubelik Band.

The relationship between the two is master and apprentice, the man Sarre Habichtsburg is the master, and the girl Chiara Toscana is the disciple.

The two formed a master and apprentice, and had been operating together for more than a hundred years. Among the Fire Mist Warriors, they were barely considered a young new generation.

This was the comment of their contracted devil, but because they were in a crowded subway, the two apostles' contracted devils were careful to keep silent.

"Cause resentment?"

Sarai repeated Chiara's words, looked around, looked at the enthusiastic eyes of the ladies nearby, and scratched his head in distress:

"I feel like they are a little too enthusiastic about foreigners."

"How is it possible? The Magic City is not the capital of this country."

Chiara, who had been to Dongshan once before, was still tracking the Red World gangsters lurking in the campus, and was deeply aware of the evil environment there and said with disgust:

"How fragile a person must be to please foreigners in every possible way?"

"Maybe people like to kneel."

After rebutting his disciple as usual, Sarai took out the newspaper he bought in England and started reading:

"Thanks to this mission, I didn't even finish reading the morning newspaper."

Hearing this, Chiara said slightly nervously: "Speaking of which, this mission is for the Reform Group again."

"I can't help it, this is a bad fate."

Sarai looked at the newspaper, but his eyes seemed to go back more than a hundred years ago:

"After all, we who joined forces with those from the Reform Group a hundred years ago and escaped from the 'apostles' are, in a sense, experts in dealing with the Reform Group and Caipiao, so it is normal for us to be sent here. "

Speaking of this, Sarai looked at the nervous disciple, and then said softly:

"But this time we don't have to be alone."

"Wanjou Skillful Hand Wilhelmina, Huishuoshan Rebekah, and Sword Flower Wielder Yu Xuan. The combined force of these three people is enough to participate in a large-scale battle."

"All we juniors have to do is rely on our understanding of the Reform Group and provide intelligence support."

"Isn't that boring?" Chiara's face suddenly deflated.

"You are the one who is nervous and scared, and you are the one who finds it boring. Why are women so difficult to take care of?"

Sarai grunted.

"Master, you seemed to have said something bad about me just now." Chiara's tone became fierce.

"Then can you pretend you didn't hear it?"

While Sarai was talking, the subway arrived at the station.

He immediately walked out of the subway and walked towards the exit's automatic ramp at a speed that was difficult to catch up with:

"Hurry up, don't keep our colleagues in East Asia waiting."

"Don't try to change the subject!"

Chiara shouted angrily and caught up with Sarai on the automatic ramp.

At this time, the bright sunshine from the outside illuminated their vision.

Chiara couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly to adapt to the sunlight. After her vision was in normal focus, she suddenly looked forward.

At the top of the automatic ramp.

The petite girl with black hair and black eyes was looking down at the two people with a sense of oppression.

Chapter 0888 Sense of oppression

"Hey, this overwhelming sense of existence..."

Sare raised his hand to lower his cowboy hat, and looked at the black-haired girl above with a pair of solemn eyes:

"When did a monster of this level appear among the fire fog warriors in East Asia?"

Qiyara's throat surged, and she said in a very unnatural tone:

"What should we do? The other party seems to be very hostile to us. The power of existence is leaking. Is he going to take action?"

"Not really. Judging from his expression, he doesn't look like he wants to take action... Could it be..."

Sare looked at the black-haired girl, thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but move his mouth twice.

As the two were communicating, the automatic ramp was about to take the two to the end of the ramp.

At this time, the black-haired girl standing at the exit of the ramp looked up at the two people, and then said:

"It's the 'ghost power manipulator' Sare Habichtsburg and the 'Aurora Shooter' Chiara Tuscany, right?"

"I am the fire fog warrior sent by the Magic City Outside Hostel to receive you, my name is Shana."

"Hey, isn't she an enemy?"

After hearing Shana's self-introduction, Chiara was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses.

"Sure enough, is it a newly born fire fog warrior?"

Sare tightened his cowboy hat and smiled bitterly:

"So you can't control the leakage of the power of existence, this is really..."

"You're lying, just the leakage has that scale of quality..."

Chiara immediately understood what Sare meant.

It's almost a routine for the newly born fire fog warriors to have a low control of the power of existence. Chiara herself has experienced that time.

But...just the leaked power makes her and Sare feel scared?

How terrible power is hidden in the body of this girl who looks not much different from her!

"What are you mumbling about?" Shana looked at the two in confusion: "The vehicle is still waiting."

"Oh!" Chiara hurriedly pulled the small suitcase she had been carrying and walked over.

Seeing this, Sare hesitated for a moment and followed immediately.

The three of them walked towards the parking lot, one in front and two behind.

"That..."

Chiara, who followed closely, couldn't help but said to Shana:

"I am Chiara, Chiara Tuscany."

As she said that, she pulled up the two pieces of hair pinned in front of her, holding the hair accessories and said:

"These are my contracted demon kings, 'The Forerunner of Dawn' Odelia and 'The Dusk of Dusk' Viteruya'."

"Two contracted demon kings?" Shana heard the footsteps and asked with a little surprise: "Can't the Fire Mist Warrior only contract one Red World disciple?"

"We are a special case, little sister."

A charming and moving voice came from the hair accessories on the left side of Chiara. It was the voice of her contract object Odelia.

"Sisters with one heart and one mind, you can think of them as two personalities of the same person."

Another hoarse and low female voice sounded, it was Veteruya introducing them.

At this time, a male voice came from Sare's pocket:

"This is Guizo, who is called 'Glorious Silk Hanging' by some annoying people. Alas, the subway is almost suffocating me. I can't even talk much. It's really troublesome to get along with ordinary people."

However, almost no one listened to Guizo's complaints, and all the attention was on Shana.

"Huh? What are you looking at me for?" Shana asked curiously as she walked steadily forward.

Shouldn't the normal situation be to introduce yourself and your contract partner? Qiara looked at Shana with a subtle expression, thought for a while, and reminded her tactfully:

"That, Miss Shana, right? Doesn't your contracted demon king like to talk?"

"You mean Su Jin?" Shana was stunned for a moment, then said: "He went to borrow a car. After all, in our situation, taking a taxi will only harm the driver."

"Oh." Qiara heard it and suddenly said: "So he went to drive!"

"I obviously want to experience Shanghai taxis."

"Don't think about hurting people! After all, if the apostles or the Revolutionary Group attack, it will definitely be risky for ordinary people to be drivers."

A pair of masters and apprentices, three Red World disciples, a total of five people were talking there.

Until half a second later, everyone fell silent, then widened their eyes and shouted in unison:

"Wait, the contract object went to drive? Can he appear in the world?!"

"Can't?" Shana was stunned by these people who seemed to be performing crosstalk: "Isn't this very simple? Su Jin said that having hands is enough."

"No, no, no, having hands won't work." Qiyala waved her hands quickly, her face extremely unnatural.

Sare said unnaturally:

"The real body of the King of the Red World who has contracted with us is in the Red World, and the artifact used for communication, although it hosts the corresponding will, its real body cannot be revealed, even if it is made of phosphorus."

"Because the real body of the contract object is actually in the body of the Fire Mist Warrior, if it reveals itself again, there will be a contradiction between two real bodies."

"So, this is not a question of simplicity or simplicity, but a question of technology or freedom, a question of rules!"

Sare said this very seriously:

"In other words, the behavior of your contract object has distorted the rules of the world! This is an infringement of the domain of God."

Shana listened to Sare's long speech and actually understood it completely, but it was precisely because she understood it that she was confused: