At the same time, the live broadcast room was already silent, as if the barrage was closed at this moment, and there was not even a letter on the screen.

It is not a special effect, nor is it a visual effect caused by lighting, but a living existence.

Everything in front of me is real, just like the two people who were smashed to death in front of Simon. A scene that should have only appeared in the movie really appeared in the real world and in front of them.

All of this is unbelievable, but it has to be believed.

At this moment, everyone in the live broadcast room, including Simon, felt a sense of strangeness, which was strange to the world.

It seems that from when, some unusual changes have occurred in this world that they do not know.

...

"What the hell is going on?" Simon felt his mind a little confused.

But reality did not give him so much buffering time. The gravel in the sky was like rain. The two buildings closest to the ghost were just touched by a single touch, and large pieces of gravel fell.

The building began to collapse from the top floor, the walls were peeled off, and in a blink of an eye, there was only one ruin and wreckage left in the entire building.

Whether Simon was in a daze or not, the raindrops fell, the fate of the unlucky reporter and photographer next to him was the best proof of his inability to dodge.

Before she could think too much, Simon hugged her head and ran to the side.

In a panic, although he was still holding the phone tightly in his hand, the camera had long been aimed at. The perspective of the live broadcast room had switched to looking up at the sky, watching the black dots keep growing and then falling down quickly, and a series of screams and barrages appeared on the screen.

Simon was lucky, and seemed to have been blessed with good luck at this moment. Police and crowds were constantly pressed down by falling gravels, not knowing their life or death, but Simon was only scratched a little.

"Run! Run! Run!"

But Simon is just an ordinary person after all. Faced with such a chaotic scene, his actions were not organized at all, and only one thought was left in his mind.

That's to leave here soon!

It's like a headless fly.

But it has to be said that at this moment, Simon seemed to have become the son of the goddess of luck. Countless gravels rolled down from his side, stirring up smoke and dust, just like a handful of doomsday, but in the end they all passed by. Countless police and reporters and other escaped people were crushed by gravels beside Simon. They didn't know how to live or die, but Simon was not injured at all.

On a large tract of dust and ruins, Simon fled in the rain-like rockfall, his route was tortuous, shaking but soon gradually left the fallen range.

At the same time, the trend of the collapse of buildings in the sky began to weaken. It was not that the ghosts stopped growing, but that there were no stones on the building to fall down.

The building that was originally more than 40 floors had only a bracket and a ruin that was less than ten floors.

"Quick! Quick!"

Simon urged himself in his heart. He didn't care about the situation around him, and he didn't have time to observe. He only knew that he would be safer as soon as possible after escaping from here as soon as possible.

In fact, Simon is already very close to the edge, and the building has collapsed almost the same, so he is indeed going to be safe.

But at this moment, the goddess of luck seemed to have left Simon's body at this moment, and a stone wall as big as a room fell down and directly hit Simon's front.

The police car with the flashing lights was instantly flattened, and there was no residue left. Large pieces of gravel broke from the stone wall and splashed everywhere.

"Bang!"

"save.."

Accompanied by a violent roar, a large area of ​​smoke and dust rolled out from the place where the stone wall fell, blocking Simon's second half of the sentence back, completely covering up his figure, without a trace of sound.

"Anchor, are you okay?"

"Hey, man, man."

"! Where are the police in New York?"

"Aren't they all there?"

A series of barrage floated across the screen, and the mobile phone lay quietly in the ruins, becoming the last witness of the disaster.

...

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a sound of electric current and light bulb explosion, a dazzling white light flashed through the air, and then disappeared in a fleeting moment.

The next moment, there was an agile figure in the place, which was Makothel of the Maiya clan.

She stared at the huge green ghost above, which had stopped expanding, with a very ugly face.

The closer she got here, the more she could feel the strong negative energy in the air. The richness of the aura had even surpassed the flame demons of the Middle Earth. Even in Middle Earth, such powerful creatures were rare.

"Something is in trouble..." Marcotel whispered.

Even the Flame Demon is not an existence that she can kill. Of course, it is very simple to expel the Flame Demon, completely easy, but it does not mean that it is also easy for her to expel the ghost above.

Makotel's power mainly comes from Maya, which is the development of her racial talent, which is the biggest difference between her and other wizards.

Obviously, there is no need to wait for the age of wizards in Harry Potter to accumulate magic power, nor does it require traditional wizards to enrich themselves with a lot of knowledge. The Maiya race brought an extremely high starting point for combat power to Marcothel from the beginning.

But in the same way, this also brought great difficulties to Makotel's improvement of strength.

Her main source of strength is to develop her own talent, that is, self-improvement, which slowly changes with the accumulation of time. Even if Marcothel, as a person outside the box, knows the Maiya race well, this growth is still very limited.

After all, race and talent are established and there will be no growth changes.

Fortunately, Marcothel also knew her flaws, and the existence of the Second World could make it well for her to make up for this.

Marcothel has been learning other magical methods, such as the magic system in the world of Harry Potter and the magical knowledge in the world of Narnia, but this improvement is slow after all. So far, Marcothel's most powerful method still comes from her talent.

As a demigod race, Maiya's starting point is indeed very high, but it stops there.

Makotel's inability to deal with this ghost means that she has no means to stop the other party. The most powerful Maya power has no effect. Even if she has other magic, it may not have much effect.

There are only two roads placed before Marcothel.

Leave, or fight.

There is a high chance of fighting that means death. This is not a second world, without the inertia of the plot and the protagonist's halo as a support.

Reality is cruel, and any mistake means death.

Marcothel, who has been fighting in Middle-earth for many years, has long known this.

Reason told Makoth that it would be better to leave here as soon as possible, but she knew in her heart that she could not leave like this.

Even though the ghost incident was actually premeditated, it was not because of her unexpected release that broke out, Marcotel still felt that she could not leave easily like this.

Even though she is not a hero, she is still a human being.

The wooden stick turned a flexible arc in her hand. The next moment, Makotel jumped up, and the super physical fitness that Maia brought to her made her jump directly out of nearly three meters.

With a rich magic luster, Makothel jumped among the ruins of the building and began to approach the ghost.

...

Ken quietly looked at the huge ghost in front of him.

This is the first time he has seen this creature. It looks strange and powerful. Even if he ignores the rich negative energy it emits all the time, its huge size is the most deadly weapon.

The ghost's soles are even taller than himself. I'm afraid he can just step on himself with just one kick.

As one of the members of the Origin Conference who came to pick up or rescue Josie, Ken Ke did not have the deception of Josie's fox, and could even deceive the gravel all over the sky and let them avoid Josie below on their own.

Ken's bloodline comes from gargoyles, or more accurately, the night-walking dragon.

He is the descendant of the Night Walking Dragon and humans. Over the long river of time, his appearance has long become a human. The power of the Night Walking Dragon in his body is so thin that it is almost nothing. Only a large amount of magic power that ordinary people do not have, formed a new group, wizard.

But under the discovery of the potion of the Origin Conference, the blood of the Night Dragon in Ken's body was reactivated again.

Ken's strength is obviously not weak, and he is a member of the battle in the Origin Conference.

The Night Walking Dragon is a very special race. Its appearance seems to be somewhat similar to a gargoyle. Many people even think that the gargoyle is the alias of the Night Walking Dragon.

But the two are actually not the same existence.

Gargoyles are artificially created and are magical structures. They are not even creatures, but objects. The Night Walking Dragon is an ancient race with extremely powerful magic and physical fitness.

The most prominent feature of the night-walking dragon is that it is easy to be mistaken for a gargoyle, which is its petrified feature.

During the day, when the night dragons are exposed to the sun, they will turn into stone statues. In the stone statue state, they will heal the damage they suffered before and store energy through the sunlight.

This storage allows them to maintain full physical strength and are nearly incredible.

And only after the sun sets at night, the dragon walking in the night will turn from a stone statue into a creature.

Of course, the rise and fall of the sun is not absolute. To be precise, it is light and darkness. Only when the night dragon is exposed to darkness can it move independently without stone statues. In the light, they will become a statue.

Because of this strange characteristic, many wizards also believe that the Night Walking Dragon is not a real magical creature, but an existence that is subjected to a special magic curse.

But the real history of the night-walking dragon cannot be studied long ago. Even the Origin Conference can only trace the wizard's own blood through potions, and cannot dig out the truth buried under the long river of history.

However, since it has become history, the specific reason is no longer important. Anyway, the power and magic you will get now are real.

But even if he is a fighter in the Origin Conference, he still pales in comparison to this huge giant ghost.

Of course... it would be very simple if you just take Josie away.

"It's really troublesome." Ken muttered distressedly, he was still hiding in the dark, staring at Josie who was dodging left and right.

Although it was night now, Ken was still covered in shadow magic, which was why he had always been wearing a cloak.

This cloak is a very rare magic item inspired by the vampire diary, a ring that allows vampires to resist the sunlight.

The one who made this cloak was the maker of the Philosopher's Stone, Nicolamee.
To be continued...