Yuri, wearing a crimson suit, a black shirt and a red-eyed skull tie, looked at the magic hat with a puzzled look on his face.
"I clearly locked onto the 'genocide line', there was no way I could have missed it... but what I cut off was this thing? Did an 'exchange' occur on a material level? The moment the slash hit, this hat and the nightmare itself were replaced.
This woman is already exhausted and it is impossible for her to use such exquisite abilities.
Are reinforcements coming?"
Yuri was not afraid and was about to catch up with the executioner group.
Marco and Martin, who were supposed to stay at the back, caught up to the front line at an unimaginable speed and put their hands on Yuri's shoulders.
"Marco... why are you on the front line?"
"Senior Yuri, since the enemy reinforcements have arrived, we will not pursue them for the time being. The forces behind them are just as we discussed before, so we should not confront them head-on. It is enough to chase them to this point.
Let me negotiate later."
"Since you understand the situation better than me, the rest of the work will be left to you."
Yuri still gave face to his juniors. Marco and Martin were the young prophets he was most optimistic about. This time, the deciphering of the "hidden streets" was entirely due to Marco's divination.
Yuri raised his arms high, and the executioner group behind him stopped chasing him and hid in the dangerous mountain environment.
As Mako stepped forward,
Two figures gradually walked up from the bottom of the hill.
One was an 'acquaintance' of Marco's, the magician Jaan, who behaved like a gentleman. When the two met, they nodded slightly in greeting.
When another person appeared, an instinctive sense of danger forced Mako to take a step back.
Even the main personality that was sleeping deep inside began to surface on its own, ready to take over the secondary personality to deal with the dangerous situation at any time.
"Another clown from nightmares?"
In his field of vision, a clown with a round head, big ears, aquiline nose and a blood-red smile painted on his face slowly squeezed into his eye sockets on the hillside, and even continued to expand between his eye sockets, as if to occupy his entire field of vision.
In other words, there was something under the Joker's loose costume that was pulling his vision, while also exuding a pure malignant aura.
Marco had never seen such a patient before, and he was also sure that the other party was a truly powerful enemy, far superior to the Nightmare Clown.
At this time,
A nightmare tentacle slowly emerged from the round hat in the magician's hand. Catherine's human figure could be vaguely seen at the top of the tentacle, and its main body looked extremely weak.
even so.
Catherine still managed to speak: "Thank you... Mr. Jaan and Lord Art for your help."
The clown Art hurried forward and reached out his hand to gently touch the surface of the tentacle.
"It doesn't matter! Catherine, a clown like you can't die now. Otherwise, I will have to play two roles in the subsequent performances, which is so tiring.
I just didn't expect you to be in such a mess. If Jaune hadn't urged us to hurry up, you might have died here.
Oh, how embarrassing!
Catherine, you must practice well with me when you return. If it weren't for Jian's plea for you, I would definitely punish you.
Since you often help me with things and run errands, I will help you kill all these humans... Hahaha!"
"Lord Art, don't..." Catherine wanted to object, after all, this was her business, but Art blocked her mouth before she could finish her words.
Art's claim of revenge for Catherine was just an excuse.
He took the opportunity to go out this time to use the "saving Catherine" incident as an opportunity to vent his natural desires and bring malice to this human tribe that accidentally became involved with the circus.
Art continued with his slow and strange steps, slowly approaching the prophet Marko.
I always feel that his legs don't provide much support, and it seems more like he is relying on some limbs hidden inside the costume, or multiple limbs to move.
Funny, weird and slow,
What Marco saw was an enemy full of loopholes, but he did not dare to launch an attack. At the same time, he began to "draw cards" in his mind and predict what would happen next.
However,
Marco drew four kings from a deck of cards, and the posture of each king was different, or it became more and more weird from left to right.
While Marco was doing his mental divination, one of the circus's trump cards, the clown Art, came to him.
His teeth, which were covered with stains and alternating yellow and black, were fully exposed when he smiled, showing his malice to anyone who faced him.
With his right arm raised high,
The five fingers were twisted and clenched together like rubber, forming a spherical "weird fist", which was smashed down in a very unfamiliar movement.
This punch seemed harmless, slow and ordinary, like a punch thrown by a fat otaku who had never learned boxing... but it was full of malice, and if it hit, there would be serious consequences.
Bang!
At the critical moment, Prophet Marco suddenly reached out and firmly grasped Art's wrist to stop the punch from falling.
The grip was also padded with a layer of "pus-like" pale yellow substance to prevent him from coming into direct contact with Art.
The whole person's aura also changed, which made Art in front of him shrink his neck and blink his eyes, feeling incredible.
"Oh, there are two things in your body! The one who spoke just now was only secondary, and the one who appears in front of me now is the primary one... It's really interesting, no wonder Catherine suffered here.
It doesn't look like a remote, weak human tribe at all."
As Martin appeared in front, a group of executioners led by Yuri followed behind him, as if war could break out at any time.
Just at this moment.
Whoosh! A magic card flew towards us at a tricky angle.
It is firmly inserted between Martin and Art the Clown, and the pattern drawn on the surface of the card is "Earth".
Buzz!
The effect is activated.
The card directly added a piece of land between the two of them, achieving the effect of forced separation... Martin and Art could both clearly feel the wonderful feeling of space expansion and land reproduction.
The land of reproduction and flow is also what returns Art back to the magician.
"Art~ During non-performance periods, if the boss finds out that you are causing trouble outside, and there is a certain possibility that the 'trouble' will be brought to the circus, what will the outcome be? As a core member, you should know clearly."
"You're using the boss to pressure me again, right?"
"Just reminding you, now that Catherine is fine, the purpose of our outing has been achieved. The 'quality' of this group of humans has exceeded the 'baseline' set by the boss.
Perhaps in the future they can become our audience or even participants, which will be helpful to the development of the circus.
If you want to vent, I don't mind you destroying a few sub-baseline pathogenic strongholds on your way back."
"So boring..."
Art stopped moving forward and walked down the mountain with strange steps.
Magician Art put his hat on his chest, bowed goodbye to Marco and Martin, and left together. As for Catherine, he kept her in the space of his hat and she enjoyed a rare moment of peace.
Until the two figures completely disappeared,
A drop of cold sweat slid down the ears of Marco and Martin.
Just now, he let two personalities control his body at the same time. The main personality was responsible for providing the strength, courage and momentum for a head-on confrontation, while the secondary personality was responsible for maintaining rationality.
This is done to maintain stability and avoid conflicts as much as possible.
This had never happened before. The life-and-death pressure just now allowed Marco and Martin to achieve their first "cooperation".
Yuri stepped forward and patted his shoulder with his re-wrapped hand.
"Let's go~ It's over, well done."
"Thank you for your trust, Mr. Yuri. I was really afraid that you would just wave your hand and lead the group to kill us."
"The First Gentleman is in a critical situation. The production of leather is becoming increasingly tight. The organization has also suffered different degrees of blows in recent times, which can be said to be seriously damaged.
If we mess with such a mysterious organization again, it might lead to a catastrophic disaster just as you said.
Before everything collapses completely, let's hold on for a while longer to give young people some time to develop.
The current batch of young people is quite good.”
"Um."
(End of this chapter)