The Devil Inside

Under the clothes that no one else can see, mysterious celestial tattoos emerge, engraved on Viola's curvy body.

Runes appeared on her forehead, and her temperament changed.

Cool, elegant, and mysterious.

Viola looked at Diana, who had a serious expression on her face, and said, "I have excellent talents, and I am also good at using them. You go first and report to the police station. This woman is too powerful, and there is no benefit for you to stay. I dare not say that I can defeat her, but I promise you that I can definitely get out of this unscathed."

Is it?

Han Solo thought for a moment and decided that there was no point in him staying.

He had tried his best, but it was no use, Diana was too awesome.

Viola asked him to buy half a minute, and he got it. It's embarrassing to say this, but running to call the police was the best contribution he could make now.

"If you die here, I will never be able to rest in peace."

Han Solo overcame his inner impulse, jumped with all his strength, and slipped out of the broken window.

Diana held out her hand.

The light from the lantern on the bench grew brighter, and a green flame emerged, flying in the direction where Han Solo disappeared.

Finish these.

Diana looked at Viola and said, "You are not bad at all. You are qualified to become a follower of the 'Time Sect'. I will give you a chance to survive and join us."

Time is running out, and we must not let the black-haired man escape. This was the only advice Diana gave.

Chapter 46 #046 Molten Iron

Dizziness and nausea.

I was just immobilized, and the feedback force hurt me badly.

The depletion of his magic power made him fall into a state of "exhaustion", and he felt powerless all over.

Han Solo took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind as much as possible.

It was at this moment—

A burst of green flame came and hit his shoulder!

There was a chill on his shoulder. He lowered his head and saw the green flame melting into his body silently and without ripples.

He was startled and immediately felt the changes in his body, but found nothing abnormal.

"Is it a curse?"

Han Solo frowned.

It's possible that, like the "brand" on a knitting needle, this is some kind of curse. Han Solo's head may be lowered, but the soul of the Demon King will always be high, and the curse may have been decomposed.

Now is not the time to worry about this.

Han Solo climbed over the wall and unexpectedly discovered that there were many people gathered on the road in front of the knitting club.

Some people were standing on the roof of the house opposite, craning their necks to watch.

"boom--!"

There was a loud noise coming from the Knitting Club. Viola and Diana had begun fighting, but apart from the noise, there was no other sound.

The onlookers were not aware of the risks.

They exclaimed, became more and more excited, and argued fiercely about what had happened.

Han Solo is really impressed.

The security in Arendelle is very good, and the floating school district is full of engravers, many of whom are masters.

For decades, even murder cases have been rare here, almost a paradise. No wonder the public's vigilance is so low.

"Still looking? You're going to die soon, go!"

Han Solo shouted, not caring whether they could hear him or not, and immediately ran out.

The most urgent thing is to call the police immediately.

No matter how strong Diana is, she can't beat four hands with two fists. Once the security forces of Arendelle notice this place, she will be unable to escape!

There are more than one public security stations in the outer city area.

Han Solo didn't know where it was, but fortunately, there was a carriage parked in front of the knitting club.

The driver also stretched his neck to watch the fun. Han Solo jumped into the car and said, "Let's go to the police station!"

"what?"

The driver was startled.

He looked at the blood at the corner of Han Solo's mouth, at a loss as to what to do.

Han Solo slapped out a silver coin and shouted, "Go to the nearest police station! Quick!"

"Oh... OK, sir, please get in the car."

The carriage sped along the road, and Han Solo entered the carriage and took a deep breath. He took out the Blade of Time and scratched it with his finger.

A round wooden stick about the length of a palm appeared in his hand.

Emerald green moss slowly attached, spider silk entangled the stick, and the upward end of the stick was shaped by magic power and turned into the shape of a spider.

This is the healing spell, "Weaver Totem".

The wooden stick that Han Solo took out from the Blade of Chrono was a piece of magic wood purchased in Mill Town and baptized.

Totem spells require the consumption of one magic wood.

The Weaver Totem originally only had the effect of soothing anxious emotions and slowly recovering from injuries. It was effective, but only a little bit.

Han Solo's mark has been baptized by time and has become the "Tundra Ancestor". The effects of all his skills have been improved in an incredible and weird way.

His spider silk is extremely tough, impervious to water and fire, and can even bind dragons;

His moss is agile and swift, not only developing self-awareness, but also extremely loyal, able to read Han Solo's mind and hit wherever he points;

Of course, his healing totem also underwent changes.

Bathed in the light, with the recovery bonus of "Ancient Wood Prophet", Han Solo clearly felt that his body was getting better, and was slowly returning to 60% to 70% of his peak condition.

The exhausted magic power also recovered at a high speed. He let out a long sigh. His temples finally stopped swollen and his head didn't hurt as much.

Feeling sleepy, Han Solo buried his head in the seat and found a more comfortable position.

He looked at the walls of the carriage and was surprised to find that they were decorated very luxuriously.

The carvings on the pear wood frame are exquisite, the animal heads and branches and leaves are lifelike, and they are evenly painted with dark paint, giving it a low-key and luxurious feel.

The car walls are covered with brocade, which feels smooth to the touch. The materials must be solid.

The seat under my butt is also too soft.

There are no single operators in the carriage rental industry. All the drivers are hired, and the carriages are specially customized by the company, so the style must be unified.

This carriage is so exquisite, which company does it belong to?

Don't you think it's a waste to use this kind of horse-drawn carriage to transport passengers?

Now think about it...

The horse pulling the cart was also extremely majestic, not looking like an exploited animal but a carefully raised pet.

Han Solo sat up straight.

"Boss, we're here!"

The carriage slowly stopped, the driver jumped out and shouted to Han Solo.

Han Solo stood up and opened the door of the carriage -

A long spear thrust forward and stabbed into his heart!

Han Solo reached out and grabbed it, first pulling it back, the sharp tip of the gun stabbed into the wall of the car, and the man holding the gun staggered;

Han Solo raised his leg and kicked him hard in the heart. There was a series of crackling sounds and it was unknown how many ribs were broken.

The armed attacker fell to the ground wailing, blood foaming from his mouth, his breath sounding like a broken drum, and broken bones pierced his lungs.

Han Solo jumped out of the car holding the Wu Na sword.

This is a courtyard, about 30 square meters, which seems to be abandoned and overgrown with weeds.

There were three-meter-high walls on all sides. More than a dozen archers were squatting on the top of the wall, with their bows fully drawn and ready to shoot, with the arrows of their black-feathered arrows pointing directly at Han Solo.

"Oh!"

The door behind him slammed shut, and four burly men shook their shoulders and heads, with fierce eyes. Each of them was at the third level, cutting off Han Solo's retreat.

Directly in front, under the eaves.

Adrian, wearing black armor, took a cigarette out of the gorgeous custom paper box and put it between his lips.

A spellcaster nearby stepped forward, flames appeared on his fingers, and he lit it.

Adrian took a deep breath and exhaled the smoke: "Han Solo, you don't seem surprised."

Han Solo just found it ridiculous.

He sneered and said, "Master Adrian, you only have these few people?"

"Haha! You complain about the small number of people, but I complain about the large number of people."

Adrian pointed at the wall with his cigarette between his fingers: "Eighteen archers."

He pointed behind Han Solo: "Four third-level engravers, each of them is a strong man."

He pointed at the ten people behind him and said, "My trusted followers, there are ten of them, ranging from level five to level seven, two of them are spellcasters. A team of this size is more than enough to kill a level nine or ten engraver. If you die here, it can be called a hero's demise, and you will be buried with honor!"

"Master, why waste your time talking to him! No one else needs to do anything, I will smash him into a pulp!"

"Nonsense, of course I have to talk nonsense. We can't let Han Solo die too easily, torture him! Make him suffer, make him howl, make him... regret! This is the price of offending the young master!"

Adrien held up his hand, silencing his men.

He walked forward slowly and said, "Han Solo, I'll give you a chance to live. I'm not a narrow-minded person. Apologize and say, 'Master Adrian, I was wrong', and I'll forgive you. I heard that Rachel gave you a letter of recommendation, and you'll be classmates studying in Arendelle from now on. Be humble and admit your mistakes, and I'll still treat you as a friend."

Han Solo wasn't listening to what Adrian said.

He was savoring the uncontrollable frenzy deep within him, a violent emotion filled with the smell of sulfur.

There has never been a moment that feels as strong as it does now.

It turns out that after anger exceeds the limit, people will enter a state of calmness, just like a pot of calm molten iron, the top layer has cooled down, forming a hard and dark "shell", which not only does not boil, but even locks the heat tightly.

But beneath the shell is a raging flame that is powerful enough to consume bones and devour gold!

Want to kill someone.

Han Solo was so excited that he couldn't control his arms and they were shaking.

"Hehehe..."

He laughed out loud, placing his palm on his forehead and brushing his black hair back.

Han Solo raised his chin, his eyes looking like a beast:

"Come, I'll kill your whole family."

Chapter 47 #047 Raging Flame

"court death!"

Han Solo spoke rudely, and there were plenty of people to teach him a lesson!

A roar came from behind Adrian, and a real iron barrel knight came out, wearing silver-white full body armor with only a narrow slit for the eyes.

His weapon was very special; it was a jet-black iron rod with light flowing on it and lines of curse marks flickering on it.

When he stepped on the ground, it shook.

"Die!"

The Iron Barrel Knight leaped up, whistling the iron stick in his hand and swinging it hard.