Chapter 952: Chief Secretist

Bronz stared at Mountbatten, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.
"That soldier died before the conversion,"
"I don't understand what this means."
"He was injured, something embedded in his neck"
Bronz said his throat.
"Some of them are bones, cursed bones."
"I understand that cult rituals are often like that."
"You do not understand."
Bronz said uncomfortably, his expression had an indescribable horror.
"The devil's bones are in his body, and it will not be long before he is transformed. They understand that they killed him."
"You keep talking about them, who the are they?"
"We don't need to tell you anything we don't want"
Senna opened his mouth, but Mountbatten has always been quick.
Before the other two could react, the pistol appeared in his hand instantly, the short muzzle pointed at Senna.
"Immediately explain these things assholes."
Mountbatten ordered.
"immediately."
"Oh man, don't do this"
Bronz groaned.
"Shut up, don't think I won't point a gun at you too."
"Take the gun away."
Sennell said.
"Give me the answer first."
Mountbatten did not give in.
The judge sighed, and he opened his hands so that the major general could clearly see his movements.
He stretched his hands to his waist, stretched out his jacket, and then pulled the jacket and vest together to reveal the strong muscles of his right waist.
At this time, Mountbatten could clearly see the mark.
"Oh... hell."
Mountbatten shuddered and hummed.
Civic Temple.
"That body is ours,"
Senna said, put down the clothes.
"Before we found him, he was found...We want to get it back."
"But where his body was left, this was intentional, right."
"He is a good guy named Zanji Barry."
Senna said flatly.
"He acted as a soldier."
Mountbatten has a million questions to ask, but knows that any question will have an ugly answer.
As a result, he could not ask anything, and the feeling that the whole world he knew began to fall apart made him dumbfounded.
This comprehensive sense of misalignment has been lingering since the dawn that Kwaihara Ridge was captured by, and until his strange conversation with the Deputy Commander of the Secret Service.
Now, everything he believed was torn to pieces, no trace of it.
There is no answer, no explanation, nothing he can believe or recognize.
Panic grabbed him.
Under some unknown emotion, he aimed his pistol at Senna's head and pulled the trigger.
"do not!"
Something knocked him down from the side, and the gun he shot out of the way.
That's Bronz.
Not yet standing firm, the wizard immediately gave him a chest.
Before Mountbatten had recovered, Sinai, who was shocked with cold sweat, kicked the gun out of his hand.
The pistol slid into the dancing shadow, and the Inquisitor also rushed up. A silver finger tiger was put on his right fist to make up on Mountbatten's stomach to make sure he could not stand.
"Well……"
The punch was fierce. The air was squeezed out of Mountbatten's lungs. He felt a deep pain that only came from visceral bleeding.
But he didn't notice that when he curled up on his knees, the shadow he cast on the wall was twisting wildly.
"Damn, he was cast a shadow curse!"
The other two noticed the anomaly, their faces became very ugly, and the judge also drew out his dagger.
"do not!"
Bronz warned, blocking the judge.
"He got a shadow spell, you know this spell better than me"
"The spell has not invaded his brain, I can."
Mountbatten in severe pain gasped and wriggled, but didn't realize what the two were talking about.
Something is dominating his consciousness, making him want to find any usable weapon, and then kill all the noise-making guys, all
"It's almost fast, you can't save him."
Mountbatten raised his head, a large number of black blood vessels spread from his neck to his face, and his eyes were turning ominous blood red.
He saw Sennay approaching him, the dagger with the spell engraved down, ready to pierce his body.
"We have let him know so much."
Suddenly, a voice came out.
"It's better to tell him the rest? If he still objected at that time, though thrust your dagger into his heart, Senna."
A force poured into Mountbatten's body through words, dispelling the mist that enveloped the dark side of his mind, and let his lungs work again.
He took a deep breath and coughed, tears sliding down his face.
"wear?"
Bronz called for Mountbatten's nickname.
"Pei, look at me, Pei?"
Mountbatten raised his head, and Bronze pulled his clothes up too. His right waist had a lot less flesh than Senna, but the mark was exactly the same.
"Oh, god."
Mountbat hissed.
"No... man, don't you too..."
"This is the imprint of the secret master,"
The mysterious voice continued.
"It's a sign we give to friends, a friend worthy of trust."
Subsequently, Mountbatten heard heavy footsteps walking over the charred ground and approaching him.
A shadow fell on him, blocking the fire.
Mountbatten couldn't recognize the silhouette. It was a figure in full armor. This armor had never been seen before. It was a rare bone white. The whole showed a strong polygon with industrial characteristics. A large number of hoses were wrapped around There are similar test tubes on the neck and wrists and shoulders
Cylinder.
The man's face was hidden in a black glass hood, and his voice came from inside, but there was no echo that was peculiar to the closed container, as if the black round glass hood did not exist.
"you are……"
Mountbatten said softly that he could feel the sight behind the black glass cover staring at him, and because of this gaze, he felt much better.
"I am the chief clerk."
The mysterious man stood condescendingly beside Mountbatten and held out his hand.
"I believe you are a good person, honest and credible... I think we can be friends~EbookFREE.me~ I don't want to kill you, but if you maintain this resistance, we can only go without hesitation. "
"Then don't lie to me."
Mountbatten groaned, and the pain in his brain lowered his voice.
"I did not lie."
"what's your name?"
"Van Reese Katyn."
Mountbatten laughed, it was a broken laughter full of pain.
"Lies, lies, more lies, Van Reus Katyn... I heard that name, a wizard who was burnt to death as early as 20 years ago, you are lying to me, so it is better to kill me now and put This matter is over."
The mysterious man was silent for a moment, then turned around and faced the judge.
"Give me the dagger, Senna."