I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 425 Ethan: Three hundred percent profit, done!

Ethan is now very proud.

Before entering the fog-blocked building, he had received two commissions.

A big shot from hell came to his coffee shop in person to give him a commission, asking him to rescue the demons that were being used as feed.

Later, the London dignitaries who were unaware of the situation asked him to protect the safety of their relatives trapped in the building.

Later, he met Alice, who entrusted him to assist Su Fan in breaking the plan of the person behind the scenes.

The three clients have no connection at all, but the tasks they give are actually the same thing.

That is to assist Su Fan in destroying the plot of the mastermind behind the scenes.

Of course, there’s no such thing as a free lunch.

The danger of this mission is far beyond ordinary.

Although rat substitutes were used as a precaution, it was not uncommon for the curse to spread along the manipulated creature and onto the operator.

However, a German philosopher once said that if there is a 300% profit, the capitalists will take risks and violate everything, even at the risk of being hanged.

Not only did he not break any laws, he even did a great thing by saving lives.

Isn't this aggressive?
"You have ruined my plan. Your crime is unforgivable. I will destroy your soul right now."

Provoked by Ethan, the man in Taoist robe snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped Ethan who was not far away.

Gray mist poured into the building from outside and turned into a giant hand. Wherever it passed, there was a rumbling sound, with extraordinary power.

Seeing this, the mouse Ethan was not panicked at all, but just shouted at the top of his voice.

"Sir, help me!"

"presumptuous."

Su Fan floated over, raised his hand and punched, shattering the huge gray mist palm.

Ethan had previously destroyed the door and rescued the trapped demon, and was extremely weak. His fighting ability was no different from that of an ordinary mouse.

But the man in Taoist robes was so loud and powerful, obviously he was angry.

The roars of the demonic zombies, the screams of the crowd in panic, and the movement of the fleshy tentacles.

All sorts of different sounds mixed together, and the previously silent building suddenly became lively, filled with unspeakable chaos.

"If you allow it to release the demon, the demon will not be grateful to you. They will find you as quickly as possible and then surround and kill you. What good will this do you?"

The man in Taoist robes calmed down in a short time and asked calmly.

"It's better to lose both than to win alone. According to what you said, the people at the top are just going to die anyway. So what's the difference between dying at the mouth of a monster and dying at the claws of a demon?"

The confrontation between him and the man in Taoist robes never stopped.

Every move of the two people attracted unimaginable power.

The freed demons and the many monsters in the building tacitly cooperated to stir up trouble in other places, and none of them dared to step into this battlefield.

The man in Taoist robe felt more and more exhausted.

He knew he had lost control of the battlefield.

The young man in front of him was growing at a terrifying speed and had become the master of the house.

The four swords work together perfectly, with both offensive and defensive capabilities.

The limit for an ordinary sword cultivator is to control a flying sword.

The control mentioned here does not mean controlling the flying sword as a hidden weapon to stab or fly around, but controlling the long sword with the mind to perform sword techniques.

By the way, the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Their Origin in the novel is too superficial, and any more advanced telekinetic transcendent can do it.

The only thing worth taking is the "momentum" formed by thousands of sharp swords.

If the young man opposite him used four flying swords like that, it would be much easier for him.

The key is that the opponent used a flying sword to perform the Mountain and River Sword Technique that he had used in the previous battle with him.

One mountain, one river, river and mountain, mountain and river.

Not only was the sword technique integrated and varied, but it could be performed simultaneously.

The man in the Taoist robe felt as if he was fighting four kendo masters at the same time.
On the other hand, the young man who was doing four things at once seemed to be able to handle things with ease. This calmness put pressure on the man in Taoist robes all the time.

But the latter showed no signs of panic, and continued to fight and eliminate like a machine, maintaining a stalemate with Su Fan.

Although he is slightly inferior in terms of technique, the constant supply of power from the building makes him invincible.

The power to slay demons is indeed indestructible, but it will eventually wear out.

If one black thunder is not enough, then use ten, a hundred, or a thousand!
There is no problem with excessive consumption, he has plenty of ways to replenish it.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the Taoist robe's mouth, and as his fingers moved, a strange rhythm spread throughout the building.

……

The sky was still overcast after the heavy rain, and thunder could be heard from time to time.

The police who were originally used to drive away reporters and onlookers have disappeared.

They received instructions to change guard and happily went to the commercial street not far from here to find hot drinks.

Therefore, no one knew about the confrontation that took place here.

The young man standing at the front was fiddling with a silver coin in his hand, sneering at the old black woman with white hair in front of him who looked intimidating without even getting angry.

"I thought he was just some guy, but it turns out he's just a bumpkin from New Orleans."

"Soran, what do you want to do?"

The black old lady ignored the young man's provocation and started questioning him.

"Asking knowingly."

The young man named Soran sneered contemptuously, with a dark shadow flickering behind him, and it seemed that he could no longer hold back.

"You want to take advantage of the fact that he is trapped to destroy the entire building and reap the benefits? Stupid!"

The old black woman scolded mercilessly.

"Your evil ambitions will lead you to hell!"

"I have no interest in wasting time with you. I'll just say this once: get out of the way! Otherwise, Mayfair Presbyterian Church will become the dust of history tonight!"

As Soran spoke, magical fluctuations gradually emerged in the air.

The invisible hand of telekinesis plowed marks on the ground, and the shadows on the wall grew larger in the wind, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

After the police left, this place was occupied by people from the two forces, and they had set up a barrier in advance to conceal their whereabouts and avoid being discovered.

Therefore, once the fight begins, neither side will leave any room for maneuver, and the fight will not end until one side completely surrenders or is killed!

The old black woman's palms were sweaty.

She had heard that the main family had allowed the branch family to grow stronger in Britain over the years, resulting in the latter's power expanding rapidly.

But I didn't expect that they have grown to this point.

Although time was urgent, she brought the strongest fighting force in the entire Elder Council with her when she set out.

This is enough to fight against the opponent.

And what Soran represents is just one of the three major factions of the Split Family.

If the other two parties get involved, this place will probably become their burial place.

Worry gradually disappeared from the black old woman's eyes, replaced by determination.

When the east wind blew, they failed to seize the opportunity and almost became enemies with that person. Even after that, even though they tried to make peace many times, they were still treated coldly.

Now is the right time to show your loyalty, how can you back down?
"Don't think about it!"

The old woman's eyes changed, and white mist swirled when she raised her hand.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, the ground suddenly cracked!
A creature like a giant python rose from the ground, and the oppression it exuded even overwhelmed all the extraordinary people present!
Suddenly, a bright flash of lightning flashed across the sky. In the dazzling light, both parties finally saw the true face of the "giant python".

It was a strange flesh whisker covered in mucus and with grayish-white skin!
The ends of the whiskers swayed from side to side, looking like insane twitches.

But soon, it pointed its end at the people on Soran's side!
At this moment, the leading Sauron's hair stood on end!

(End of this chapter)