The audience who stayed at the end were stunned, thinking that the performance was not over yet.
The soft sound of the flute sounded from farther behind, and the young man dressed as a magician ran out in a panic, playing the wooden flute with one hand. This is a lullaby that Jenkins is very familiar with, so he "coincidentally" fell on the stomach of the person in front of him.
Since the circus hadn't had time to pack up after the show, there were some ropes left in the circle. Several rays of light flew out from the hole pierced by the lion, and the hemp rope shook a few times and turned into a cobra spitting out letters, separating the lion from the magician.
"God bless me!"
The young man shouted and threw his black top hat away. It swirled and floated in the air, and the cobra automatically flew into the cap barrel.
The clown who was maintaining order at the entrance had already blocked the entrance, and the audience didn't realize that there were still a few people who hadn't come out. He obviously didn't understand what was going on, but he also knew to help his companions.
A green ball of light the size of a fist was thrown from his palm and hit the lion directly. It roared in a low voice and recovered some of its strength, then stood up unsteadily.
"Except for the magician who is level 2, all the other circus members are level 6. There is also a level 7, who seems to be the old man just now..."
Jenkins concluded in his mind, seeing that no one noticed this side, he moved quietly towards the exit.
He didn't need to fight these strangers in this kind of place, as long as the Holy See got the news, even if this group of people were demigods, they would be finished.
"What's going on inside?"
cried the clown.
"A lunatic broke in, and now it's inside..."
Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly dodged aside, because the wooden box in the field suddenly grew stubby legs and sharp teeth protruding forward. Two of them were stopped by the lion, and the clown joined the fray, brandishing a whip at his waist.
But he didn't stay here to deal with the constantly activated items, but took advantage of a gap to get in through the lion-shaped hole on the wall.
Gradually, the magician couldn't hold on any longer. His black top hat could hold only a few items, so he could only get closer to the lion. He raised his head inadvertently, and felt that the positions of the innocent people who collapsed at the door seemed to be a little different, but the flames from the fire circle made him have to pull his thoughts back.
"Don't pay attention to me, don't pay attention to me..."
Jenkins whispered a prayer in his heart, and he had passed five people from the last position. Turning around, the chocolate lying on the ground was still where it was, so while no one was paying attention, he stretched out his hand and pulled it over.
The above-mentioned things are only within three minutes, and the fighting between the bestowers usually does not last for a long time.
Before Jenkins' strategic transfer was successful, the old man with the beaded flower came out of the hole.
She quickly jumped to the side, and a spark exploded on the spot. Jenkins didn't dare look at them directly, so he couldn't tell what it was.
"do not go!"
The red-haired clown also ran out holding the long sword from the performance just now. With a flick of his wrist, the blade unexpectedly became ten meters long.
"Oh~"
He yelled and swung the long sword towards the woman. There were some green spots on the sword, which made the sword leave a bright green trace in the air during the swing.
"How did you reach level 6?"
The old man clamped the long sword with two fingers, and with a sudden force, the blade of the long sword broke off.
There was a mocking expression on her face, and her voice was unusually hoarse:
"For people like us, although the improvement of the level means that the spirit increases, the ability increases, and the ability increases, but more importantly, it should be familiar with everything about oneself, rather than blindly improving regardless of it. Lucky guys, there is no such thing Knowing that I can still live until now, I really feel unfair for those who died at my hands in the past."
"fire!"
The red-haired clown dropped his sword hilt and opened his arms and shouted. A red ring of fire surrounded the old man, but she was unharmed.
"Heck~ That's not how fire is used."
The old man let out a strange laugh, but the red-haired clown immediately screamed and jumped up. Orange flames gushed from the hole in his face, but the blue-haired clown arrived in time, otherwise he would have died instantly.
"Enough, you take that thing and go."
The clown shook his head, signaling to the wounded troupe members who walked out behind them not to try to resist any more.
"It will take some effort for you to kill all of us, and we will never get that thing back. It belongs to you, so let's go!"
"Giggle~"
The old man laughed, waved the mask in his hand at them, turned around and walked towards the exit.
During this process, her back was completely exposed to the enemy, but no one in the circus dared to make a move.
She also didn't care about the group of people lying down at the door, and deliberately chose the softest belly as a foothold. Unexpectedly, she discovered that there was a tabby cat here, and she stepped on its tail with an excited expression.
Boom~
The gunshot rang out, and the old man fell backwards. When her body fell to the ground, it turned into dozens of flying bats, but an unknown source of fire erupted from the lying crowd.
The flames enveloped the bat like the clown's spell just now, and then a cane swept over.
The vines protruding from the void can't wait to surround the mammals that are still on fire in the air. Unlike the past, they are inserted into the temples, but this time they are completely wrapped. After the scalp-numbing sucking/sucking sound, several bat skins fell to the ground lightly.
"The bullet/bullet actually works?"
Jenkins muttered and got up, picking up the illusory coin and the mask.
"She was injured when she was fighting with us, and after the spiritual shield she used was broken, it couldn't be opened again within ten minutes."
The clown in the distance replied.
"This is yours?"
Jenkins waved the mask at the circus crowd, who took a neat step back. He has no intention of possessing this thing yet, although it is exactly the same as the one he got from the museum a few days ago.
"No, it's yours."
Jenkins smiled, and now he wanted it, because it was ownerless.
"Gentlemen, and oh, and ladies, I am heartily delighted by this fact."
He reached into his pocket for a while, took out two 10 pound notes, waved them at them, bent down and put them on the ground, and then left with his cat.