Death is not the end?

The angel frowned, not quite understanding what the director meant by this sentence.

However, there is no need to understand it.

The angel pulled out the long sword, and the blood dyed the dusk red, playing the final elegy for this scene.

Dragging his broken body, the angel drifted away,

"Old guys, your time has passed."

At the top of the street lamp, overlooking the battlefield, Sisyphus withdrew his gaze.

The director is dead.

He was very sure that the body lying on the ground had no breath and was completely dead.

Sisyphus did not expect that the legendary garden director would be defeated so casually.

The magician has dealt with his third enemy, but he has yet to meet his next enemy.

The director is dead

Do you deserve to die too?

What's more, there are rumors that that guy can be resurrected.

The director's head was placed in a box, and a person with abilities held the box.

"No. 1?"

The studio has become a sea of ​​celebration for No. 1!

"Look, I named them the Waste Squad, no problem!"

The magician didn't dare to think too much and kept his mind as empty as possible.

Along with the prompt sound, the elevator door slowly opened.

"Just small talk, I'm a bit of a talker."

In the corner, someone asked, "Are everyone dead?"

"Yes!"

This time, the magician didn't respond and just snorted coldly.

While listening to the other party's psychic call with himself, the magician moved his eyes and scanned the surroundings, trying to find this guy.

Who would have thought that after No. 1 drank the champagne, he immediately danced and shouted excitedly,

"Keep playing music! Keep dancing!"

Counting the master, the director is one of the top three people in Lost Paradise's wealth list, and the real number two person with real power.

The elevator happened to reach the fifth floor.

The man at the elevator door raised his head as he spoke and looked at the numbers on the elevator.

"We win win win, finally."

He is making paper figures.

The director was cut into pieces and transported in batches. The magician and explorer were blown to ashes. On Saturday, they were frozen and transported.

Soon, the people responsible for recovering the bodies completed their tasks and prepared to return to the ground.

"Oh yes, I am your wall breaker. Of course, my code name is not this. My code name is Spell Breaker. As for my ability, I named it [Break Defense]."

the reason is simple.

At this point, the four members of the waste team were collectively killed!

The mission is infinitely close to failure.

Everyone:.

He is still the same number one and has not changed at all.

The lawbreaker said slowly,

"My ability is very simple. After I accurately describe a person's ability, I can temporarily seal their ability."

One of the things Luden is best at is using correct information to mislead. They have used this trick countless times.

He stared at the elevator screen and felt his eyes blurred as the screen seemed to flicker.

The explorer was killed long ago.

but,

If you think about it carefully, the problem may arise with angels.

But after being captured, he quickly defected to the rebels and even killed the director of the garden as a sign of surrender.

The angel, appreciated by both the master and the prophet, became the one who killed the director with his own hands.

The director, Saturday, the magician, and the Sabbath can all be picked at random, and their abilities are all abnormal. If they fight alone, they won't scare anyone.

An elevator drove down from the ground, preparing to go to the endless corridor on the 18th floor to collect the bodies of everyone in the Lost Paradise.

Are you kidding me? What signal does the elevator need?

The person who asked the question before asked casually,

Everyone shook their heads and couldn't even smell the smell in the air.

The magician was hesitant. If he lost the blessing of magic, it would be difficult for him to leave here alive.

"The coffin is sealed, but how can you be sure that the person is definitely in the coffin?"

The original cheerful mood was suddenly washed away.

Obviously, in order to prove the authenticity of his words, the lawbreaker skipped the nonsense stage and revealed the secret directly.

High walls were erected in all directions, and the sky was blocked.

"There is no Saturday here."

The magician shook his head slightly and explained,

"No, due to the difference in conduction media, the voice we hear ourselves speaking is different from our real voice, and the voice you formed in my heart is the same as the voice when my brain generates ideas."

A member of Paradise Lost named himself Angel, was valued by the master, and was loyal to him.

Number 1 held champagne in his hand and said arrogantly,

"Five of them were defeated by me one by one! On Saturday, I will make a note of this and strategize to win the battle thousands of miles away."

That guy is Luden!

No matter what the reason, everyone wants to find that guy, even if it's a body.

"Will you be the hope for the comeback of Paradise Lost?"

"They're all dead."

The man who spoke seemed to recall something and sneered,

"Sure enough, there is nothing he can't mess up."

There is one name among them - Miracle Master.

The rebels obviously didn't give the magician this chance.

The man in the corner had a smile on his face and asked, half-smile but not half-smile,

"What's wrong?"

The lawbreaker gave an affirmative answer.

Whenever I gain the upper hand, this thought will appear involuntarily.

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"The first floor is here!"

They are Luden, and their enemy is none other than Luden.

"Indeed, the guy was lying in the coffin from beginning to end."

Number 1 looked at the director’s body and sighed,

But in his heart, he could hear the cheers of the law breakers,

The other party continued,

Because there are several identity plates on his left arm, all of which are his comrades in Paradise Lost.

Is this an accident or fate?

No one can tell clearly.

Just as he was talking happily, Angela poured a basin of cold water on him.
To be continued...