The Devil Inside

The medical staff chuckled, not trying to hide his disdain.

The cooled anger flared up again, burning Alan's reason dry. He wanted to roar and scold.

Last minute.

He held back.

Calmness is the ultimate decency.

At this point, he could only maintain a poker face. Any emotional fluctuations might reveal his weakness. Alan was still unable to face his miserable defeat. He did not want anyone to see through his thoughts. He could not bear either ridicule or pity.

"You know, 'Demon of Sin'?"

The medical staff's voices rang out again.

Without waiting for Alan to answer, he added: "Follow your emotions, there is no need to resist."

The footsteps sounded again and he slowly left.

Alan was unaware of his departure.

The medicine in the drip bottle flowed into his body, but it didn't feel cool, but hot, scalding! Alan's suppressed anger was no longer ignited, but detonated.

It took time for him to think of many insignificant little things.

A look that hints at contempt;

A word that conceals stealing;

A slightly offensive move.

Sword Ghost Alan's fighting ability is pretty good, and everyone he meets shows respect for him.

At least some semblance of respect.

But people are creatures who often only do superficial work and can easily reveal their true attitudes inadvertently.

Generally speaking.

Alan understands this behavior and won't delve into it.

Just showing respect on the surface is enough. If you want to truly make someone submit, it takes too much energy.

There is no benefit in digging into the matter and fussing over every detail.

But now-

All those things that I had deliberately ignored in the past now appear before my eyes, so clear!

Alan was so angry that he almost cursed out loud!

The clearest and most profound anger was the black wizard's utter contempt.

There is a unique smell in the nasal cavity.

Alan suddenly sneered. There was a strong smell of leather with a little bit of earth, which was the smell of the soles of the shoes.

He smelled the smell when the black wizard stepped on his head.

In the pitch-black horizon, a pair of wine-red eyes emerged. These were Monica's eyes, dull and indifferent, looking down from above.

Endless power erupted from his bones, breaking the restraints that bound Alan to the iron bed. The black leather belt, which was made of leather and blessed with magic patterns and was tough enough to be almost indestructible, hit the floor with a crisp sound.

Alan can already sit up with his upper body.

At this moment, he finally understood what had happened.

There really are believers of evil gods in Arendelle.

These followers of the evil god are in high positions and have great power. They bribed the guards, or they themselves are the guards, and came to rescue him!

What you input into your body is not "nutrient solution".

It's "magic"

"I see. Are you inviting me? I can choose to accept the magic power and be reborn. Or I can choose to endure it and wait for rescue...."

The most sensible choice is to remain silent.

But Sword Ghost Alan showed a cruel smile.

There are many different opinions about "big sins". Whether it is the "Seven Sufferings" of the Far Eastern Islands or the "Seven Sins" of the Western Continent, anger is included in them.

The so-called devil of sin is actually the devil of anger.

It can easily provoke anger in others, making them cruel and vicious.

Alan's strength is quite good.

He is fully capable of resisting the erosion of the devil of sin and will never be easily bewitched and allow magic to pollute himself.

This was also the case even when he was injected with the "disabling potion" and could not sense any magic power.

It is not easy to train your body day after day for ten years.

After repeated polishing, what becomes strong is not only the skills but also the heart.

Alan's will is as strong as steel and hard as iron. Mental magic has little effect on him. Becoming a "fallen human" is considered a taboo, something that even a three-year-old child doesn't know cannot be done. There is no way he would try it.

but--

His heart for Taoism had long since collapsed.

Monica stepped down, crushing his dignity and his soul.

"It doesn't matter anymore."

Alan thought so.

"I am a joke now. Let me fall. Use my fallen power to kill the Black Mage. This is the most dignified ending I can think of!"

collapse!

collapse!

The three restraints on his body broke one by one. Alan stretched out his arms and tore apart the tights that bound his entire body. He actively absorbed magic power and his strength was restored.

He took off his hood and threw it hard on the ground. He raised his head and looked at the IV drip beside the iron bed.

Drop by drop, the concentrated magic liquid in the hanging bottle slowly entered his body.

too slow!

Alan raised his hand to take down the hanging bottle, pulled out the cork, drank up the liquid in the bottle, and completely fell!

"Mr. Sword Ghost, on behalf of the Chief Priest and the Lord Demon, I welcome you to join us."

There was a voice at the door.

Alan turned around and saw a man in a white coat. The man in the white coat smiled and said, "Time will prove that you made the right choice."

The right choice?

Alan smiled and answered disdainfully.

He just said: "Someone is looking at me. Is that your man?"

White Coat 1: "No. I don't think we have that arrangement."

"Really? Then I won't be polite to him."

Alan raised two fingers and slashed in mid-air -

Several kilometers away, Han Solo was hit by the blow without any preparation. He closed his eyes tightly, and two tears of blood rolled down his chin and dripped to the ground.

After a while.

"You really pissed me off—"

Han Solo opened his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face.

Chapter 139 #138 Calculation Space

Cornflower considers himself an expert.

The Thieves Guild sounds extremely brutal, and the guys in it all seem to be desperate criminals who will chop people down if they disagree with something, and they are lawless.

Cornflower needs clarification:

It's all true.

Ms. Night teaches everyone without discrimination. She firmly believes that "man is inherently good" and that killing or poisoning people is nothing. What matters is the intention and the willingness to change.

She is a nice person who welcomes everyone.

As the previous Chief of Staff was about to pass away, the Zethlia Thieves Guild was in turmoil.

Countless people are eyeing this position, including murderers, heretics, ambitious people, and candidates secretly supported by the state apparatus. The competition can no longer be described as fierce, because some people really are killing people, so it should be described as "tragic."

And in that situation, Cornflower took over smoothly at the age of only twenty.

Others’ 20s may have just graduated from school and entered the society with a beautiful vision of the future. The 20s of Cornflowers—

I killed my opponent. I fought for my position. I don't want any fame, I just want to live a carefree life in Arendelle.

As of today, Cornflower is currently at level 20, has held a high position for many years, and has extensive vision and experience.

but.

From just now until now, too many things have happened that she cannot understand.

Han Solo's ease in killing Merlin was beyond her expectations, and she didn't understand the basic principles of magic;

Greasy Moss, an unheard-of skill that has such powerful functionality, turning the hard work of others into one's own use in one fell swoop, is extraordinary;

it's good now.

I got hit for no apparent reason and my eyes were bleeding. It was so scary!

Cornflower looked at Han Solo and asked after a moment, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just the aftermath. The real damage was done to the Inverted Tower."

Otherwise, you might lose your eyes.

Han Solo looked extremely displeased.

He turned around and said, "I'll leave the rest to you. There's something I have to deal with right now."

what? What?

So serious.

Cornflower obediently suppressed her doubts and just nodded: "Don't worry, I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Han Solo steps away.

He now controls the magic tower, which can sense the location of all the evil god's believers and infuse them with magic power when necessary to give them new life.

Earlier, before his eyes were injured by the sword energy from afar, Han Solo saw the face of the assailant:

Sword Ghost Alan.

It was unexpected, but also reasonable. The High Priest did not miss the opportunity. She used her own energy to grind the Sword Ghost down.

Han Solo took out the Chrono Blade and ran his finger across it.

A silvery white ball rolled out and landed in his palm.

Runes flickered on the surface, and the Great Codex said, "How wonderful! Where was I before? A completely independent space. I couldn't even sense the existence of the 'Unrestricted Cube'."

Han Solo evaded the question: "Can you call upon the power of the Unrestricted Cube?"

"Of course. I'm its transmitter."

"The 'Thinking Power' stored in the Limit-Removing Cube can be used to strengthen combat power. Great Codex, I have someone I have to kill now, and I need your help."

The Great Code was a little embarrassed: "I told you my three principles. One of them is to make the 'Unrestricted Cube' as strong as possible, so I will not provide help easily. I also suggest you guard against arrogance and impatience, and be patient and restrained. You must know that taking a step back will open up a new world, and unnecessary struggles are of no benefit."

Han Solo said simply, "That person is the one who blasted you to death and disintegrated you in your illusion."

"But then again, there is no need to endure it anymore. The person who attacked me without any reason before is hateful and dangerous. I understand sir, I will provide you with the necessary weapons and lend you a hand!"

what is this?

The face changes so quickly, is this great code really emotionless?