Chapter: 688

That Son of God was extremely crazy, and never restrained the pollution he might bring for his subordinates.

And that "Ms. Moon" only promised to intercept possible destroyers for a period of time, and Susanna didn't dare to let the believers of other gods retreat into the "Tree of Shadows".

Pushing and pushing, Lumian ran towards the giant brown-green tree through the suddenly emptied wilderness and slightly dilapidated streets. Franka and Anthony each chose an entry point and followed from different directions. .

Those lucky peddlers, pedestrians and tenants who have not been lifted by the branches and vines took this opportunity to flee around the wilderness and to the edge.

It didn't take long for Lumian, Franka, and Anthony to approach the "Tree of Shadows", within Susanna's range.

One of them had run out of mystical smelling salts, his whole body was covered in crimson flames, his skin had become numb, but his flesh and blood continued to produce pain. One of them was light and constantly changing positions. The sound of sneezing, and one uses the "soothing" ability of the "psychiatrist" to calm emotions and desires.

Susanna was in the virtual canopy, only four or five meters away from the ground. Matisse snorted, and Franke, who was wearing a lady's shirt and light-colored breeches, was reflected in his eyes.

Franka suddenly felt a strong fear.

But this fear does not come from the outside world, and has not been amplified abnormally, but stems from her perception of the current situation and her desire to live.

Susanna combined with that weird giant tree. Matisse can't simply be treated as Sequence 5, but should be regarded as a weakened Sequence 4 without incomplete mythological creature forms!

Franka felt that she, Lumian, and the informant would all be captured by such Susanna in a short time. Mattis solved.

Save yourself before saving others!

Even though the sound of Axio continued, Franka stopped in her tracks, unable to suppress her desire to survive. She struggled, wanting to escape, but felt that she shouldn't abandon her teammates.

Suzanne Matisse's green eyes looked at Anthony Reid again.

The information dealer, whose emotions and desires were in a stable state, suddenly shivered, feeling the familiar fear welling up from the bottom of his heart again.

A "viewer" with a serious psychological defect is so easy to deal with...

Anthony Reid clearly recognized his situation, but was powerless to fight.

He sighed helplessly, and after the "soothing" failed, he shivered and found a nearby corner, covered his head, and was occupied by fear.

Suzanne Mathis quickly took out two of Lumian's teammates, making them unable to help for a short time.

She then turned her gaze to Lumian who was less than ten meters away from the "Tree of Shadows".

As an evil spirit, she has extremes and obsessions that she cannot overcome, and she still wants to catch this sacrifice.

Although there has been a lot of commotion in this ceremony, many saints and even angels have come to stop it, and it is unlikely to succeed, but the "Shadow Tree" cannot be destroyed, and even the damage it receives cannot be destroyed. It won't be too heavy, unless the "Eternal Blazing Sun" or the "God of Steam and Machinery" is willing to let the millions of people living in Teyer be buried with them, so as to expose more serious problems underground, otherwise, there is still a chance of this failure. Next time, if you don't succeed next time, there will be a next time.

As long as the sacrifice that perfectly sealed an angel is under his control, it won't take long before he can try again!

Therefore, the evil spirit Suzanne Matisse still wanted to capture Lumian alive.

In an instant, Lumian also slowed down, and his mind was filled with the same kind of thoughts: "I can't die, I can't die, if I die, there will be no hope for Auror to be resurrected..." I have to live, find out the truth about the disaster in Kordu Village, and figure out why Auror believes in fate...

"These people have nothing to do with me. If they die, they die. Isn't there enough people dying every day in this world? Can you manage it?

Lumian ran slower and slower, his expression twisted.

The crimson flames on his body surface were still burning, still making him feel pain and stimulated, so he kept himself awake.

But the more sober a person is, the more he wants to live.

This time, Suzanne's influence on his desire finally did not fail again.