Chapter 144: Alice's Tears
"Done!"
Su'en looked at the two people in front of him who had been taken care of, and his brow slightly relaxed.
Killing two people was within his expectations.
Before taking action, he had guessed that the action of raising his hand and holding a gun was too obvious and couldn't deceive high-level professionals.
The other party couldn't just watch him kill the control mage, so there must be soone coming to rescue.
The scythe that swung at the sa ti as the gun was the real hidden killing move, just to kill the control mage and also take down a second-level professional who ca to rescue.
Now it seems to be effective.
.......
Su'en was very self-aware.
After all, he was alone, even if he was strong, he was only first-level.
Even with a scythe in hand, it would be difficult to kill again if the enemy beca vigilant after being discovered.
Second-level professionals wouldn't just stand there and let him kill.
Therefore, Su'en still needed a helper.
How to snatch the enemy's boss and kill enemies several tis stronger than oneself when there are few people?
The best way is naturally to assassinate the enemy's control mage and make the monsters go berserk.
That's why he chose to kill the blue-robed mage first.
Just like now, without the "Slow Light" covering the mourning witch, a piercing scream of relief ca from her throat. In an instant, the attack speed of her hair manipulation visibly increased by fifty percent!
Before, several second-level professionals in the field could easily deal with the encirclent of her hair, but now they were instantly beaten into a sorry state.
They were too busy dealing with the hair and couldn't spare any hands to deal with Su'en, the assailant.
Looking at the shocked and murderous gazes that were directed at him, Su'en was completely fearless. He didn't stop his actions and once again used his fingers to control the invisible zombie beside him, slashing towards another target not far away.
Seeing this, the "Magician" Lloyd's face changed drastically, obviously realizing sothing. He urgently shouted, "Stop him!"
The silver-black threads intertwined like two tug-of-war players, and he used the threads to control the witch, but at the sa ti, he couldn't move himself.
Lloyd knew very well that he was the key to controlling her. If he had a problem, this raging witch would completely break free from her restraints, and they would undoubtedly fail, or even be in a desperate situation!
However, how could the several second-level professionals in the field not guess that this was the movent caused by the famous sealing item, the "Night Black Scythe of Supnos"?
Since they knew, who would dare to use their body to block it?
Moreover, even if they wanted to block it, they couldn't!
In the next instant, another spatial crack appeared and accurately landed on Lloyd's neck.
Silently, his head fell.
Su'en thought that this strike would definitely kill the immobile puppet master, but he didn't expect that even though the head fell, he didn't see any "ashes".
"Huh... not dead?!"
Su'en's pupils suddenly contracted, and his instinctive crisis response made him quickly hide behind the invisible zombie.
In the next instant, he heard the sound of breaking wind, and several poison needles sprayed out from the severed head, hitting the invisible zombie in front of him and falling to the ground.
Looking again, Lloyd's headless corpse robe tore open, and a one-ter-tall ugly dwarf erged.
"So this is Lloyd's true form?"
Su'en didn't expect that the famous puppet master would actually be an unremarkable ugly-faced dwarf.
.......
Although the witch was strange and not very intelligent, she also knew that the person controlling her was the biggest threat!
Lloyd avoided Su'en's killing move, but he couldn't avoid the silver hair that was everywhere in the monastery.
After the beheading, the spell was interrupted.
Now he was forced to give up his puppet body and also lost control over most of the black threads.
Without the restraint of the black threads, the witch's silver hair broke free, and a piercing scream echoed throughout the cursed space.
In an instant, the sky was densely covered with silver hair, like a tide crazily spreading, quickly enveloping the monastery in a silver cocoon.
The "Infinite Hair" that they had been trying to make the witch go berserk to obtain had now beco a death sentence.
And as soon as the dwarf landed, a bundle of silver hair, like a spear, stabbed towards him. With a "clang" sound, it pierced a fist-sized hole in the stone floor.
The puppet master's physical agility couldn't compare to other professionals. Although the dwarf tried his best to dodge, it was like being cut by a blade, and his thigh was pierced, causing blood to flow all over the ground...
Moreover, what was even more despairing was that more than ten spears of silver hair condensed in the air in an instant, and they ca piercing down with a "whoosh" sound.
Lloyd's face turned pale.
In this mont of crisis, the "chanical Tyrannosaurus" Toinby, who was closest to the dwarf, acted faster than his eyes. The steam boiler that had been charging up to attack the witch's main body suddenly changed direction and shot out, destroying the silver spears, saving the dwarf's life.
The sky was filled with silver hair, like a pouring rain that couldn't be avoided.
The other second-level professionals were also too busy to take care of themselves and were more or less injured...And the sorcerer who used the "Thorny Entanglent" first-tier spell desperately avoided several attacks, but still had a desperate look on his face as he was stabbed full of holes...
The stalemate in the battle was instantly broken, and the situation was irretrievable.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the dwarf shouted angrily with a black face, "Retreat! Let's leave the cursed space first!"
The four second-tier professionals gathered together, destroyed a piece of silver hair above their heads, and tore apart a scroll before they were completely trapped.
As the scroll shattered, a magic portal appeared out of thin air in front of them, and they rushed out without hesitation.
.......
"I thought I could kill a few more..."
Su'en looked at the guys who escaped through the portal and felt a little regretful.
The mbers of the Oliver family were obviously well-prepared, being able to prevent falling into the dream and having a ans of escape.
But they could escape, while Su'en could not.
Not to ntion that the magic portal disappeared in an instant, even if it didn't, he couldn't follow them out to "die".
A sharp scream sounded, and the "nourishnt" in the mist was also cleared out.
In the vast cursed space, Su'en was the only one left.
Now that there was no one to attract the firepower, the tall blood nun's target was only him.
"I hope my deduction is correct..."
He exhaled a breath of impure air.
Su'en took off his gas mask and brought the "Brook's Harmonica" to his mouth.
Although he hadn't learned to play the harmonica in his previous life, this instrunt was not too difficult. He had already mastered it well from the fragnts of souls he had collected.
Without much thought, he played a slow folk song, which he had heard the NPCs hum in the "Legend of the Bell Tower Monster" space.
The lody was lodious and echoed throughout the monastery.
The silver hair around him also seed to understand the lancholy in the lody, suddenly becoming soft, like the water grass in a clear little lake, floating with the wind...
Glancing at the scene in front of him, Su'en continued to play the tune calmly, with a steady rhythm.
In the distance, the tall blood nun, more than five ters high, also cald down and stood there blankly.
She seed to recall sothing, and tears slowly overflowed from the corners of her eyes.
Su'en continued to play the song, and the surroundings rapidly changed.
As if ti was flowing backward, the broken walls and ruins around him quickly restored to their original state, becoming the majestic white monastery.
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and pigeons flew again on the do...
In a flash, the surroundings seed to return to a thousand years ago.
A young nun often stood alone on the attic, playing the song that carried her longing, waiting for her beloved to return safely from the battlefield.
They had promised to et again on that snowy winter day.
.......
After a while, the song ended.
"I was entrusted by Mr. Brook to bring this harmonica back to you."
Su'en stopped and didn't know if the now eerie Alice could understand. He looked at the witch, who had already cald down, and handed her the harmonica.
He continued, "He asked
to tell you that he can't keep the appointnt and told you not to wait for him."
The silver hair gently accepted the harmonica engraved with "Brook & Alice" and handed it to the young nun in front of her.
A smile gradually appeared on her face, as if she saw a beautiful scene, and she whispered, "You finally ca to see ..."
In a flash, a handso man in military uniform appeared in the courtyard of the monastery. He smiled and held the hand of the beloved girl, gently saying, "Yes, I'm back."
They had vowed to love each other and spend their entire lives together.
Brook's short life had already vanished on the bell tower a thousand years ago;
And Alice...
Waiting for this news,
She had waited for a thousand years.
Su'en quietly watched the scene in front of him.
He knew that he was probably the only witness to the tragic love story from a thousand years ago.
A young girl had waited her whole life for a promise.
And now, the young nun put the harmonica to her lips, gently blew, and played the familiar tune.
The lodious lody resounded, and a crystal tear slowly fell from her eye.
.......
The nun in front of him had completely lost her "malice," and the steel wire in Su'en's hand loosened.
Now that he had fulfilled Brook's request and resolved a life-threatening crisis with this harmonica token, he hadn't forgotten that the person in front of him was still a lord-level anomaly who could make second-tier professionals suffer on the spot.
Su'en didn't have the ability to create a portal like those guys before.
If he wanted to leave, he could only kill this source of curse.
But now, it seed unnecessary.
As the tear fell, he also saw that the "Lord Anomaly" in front of him suddenly lost his montum. From being sharp and intimidating in the previous mont, he beca increasingly calm.
And upon identification, the shining tear on the ground turned out to be a cursed item.
"Alice's Tear"Explanation: An energy essence that has condensed the full magical power of the Weeping Witch, a very precious curse material; it contains a vast amount of magical and spiritual power, as well as the most complete spiritual matrix of this type of witch.
"All the magic power condensed?"
Upon reading these words, Su'en suddenly realized sothing.
Looking again at the nun, her aura was getting weaker and weaker.
It seed that she had found her answer, and that obsession was finally relieved. She was about to completely dissipate in the world.
Su'en no longer felt any hostility. Thinking about it, he didn't deliver the final blow.
As for the witch's hair needed, it was all over the monastery.
If a body was needed, it would be available soon.
The harmonica lody in his ear was getting sadder and weaker.
Su'en silently began to collect the spoils and blood in the courtyard while listening to the song.
He had killed a second-tier professional, the leader of the Blade Group, Bloom, and gained so combat experience.
As for the rare magic system sorcerer, he was actually a graduate of the Inner City Black Tower Academy from two sessions ago.
It had to be said, the soul fragnts of these inner city masters were of really high quality.
Su'en harvested a large amount of casting experience and alchemy knowledge.
There was also a decapitated "Alchemical Puppet
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