"Heh." The old man sneered and blew out the smoke:

"Wait, there is another most important thing, Habermas."

"What the hell is going on with these damn monsters? Aren't 1-003 and 1-009 taken into custody by you again? In my impression, those two contained objects don't know any summoning spells."

"Remember the previous warning, Mr. Nottingham... 2--199 (The Warlock) also escaped from the containment room. These ghosts are his masterpieces after escaping. I think it is probably for revenge."

Habermas shrugged helplessly:

"1-003 and 1-009 failed to contain them for no apparent reason. In order to re-contain them, the Foundation invested most of its manpower. Among them, 1-009 distorted most of the reality in Brown City, although the process was interrupted by Dr. Luga

, but 2--199 still seized this opportunity and escaped from the base."

"It's not surprising. 2-199 was a famous archmage during his lifetime. After becoming a containment object, his power became even more terrifying."

Habermas scratched his head: "2--199 escaped too fast at that time. Everyone was busy sealing the two containers, so how could they have time to deal with him? If I read it correctly, this should be 9

The great incantation in the form - summoning the door to another world."

"But don't worry, the foundation has dispatched the Glory Nobles to carry out the task of containing 2-199. Now! He will be tortured severely!"

Habermas clapped his hands confidently and smiled at the old man.

"2--199..."

The old man was startled: "It turns out that these monsters were caused by him, but... the nine-type great spell is really powerful in casting ability..."

Both of them suddenly fell silent.

The old man smoked a cigarette silently, and Habermas leaned against the wall of the alley with his arms folded against his chest, with no visible expression on his face.

"Before the spell was cast on 2-199, there was actually a small commotion in the city, involving two mages from the Silver Secret Cult and a wild sublimator." In the silence, Habermas suddenly spoke: "But they were almost as fast.

Dead...those spells attracted 2-199's attention, you know, it is curious about all spells."

"Then this night was really chaotic."

The old man nodded noncommittally.

He stubbed out the cigarette that was about to burn out, exhaled the last puff of smoke, straightened his stiff collar, and strode out of the alley.

At this time, the sounds outside gradually became silent.

Whether it was the gunshots of those metal giants or the strange roars of the monsters, they all seemed to freeze and return to silence.

"We are leaving in such a hurry. I also want to tell you about the two mages from the Silver Secret Cult. One of them is called Quintus."

Habermas looked at the old man's back and sighed: "And that wild sublimator... forget it, it's not my turn to have a headache anyway."

He sighed again, raised his head and looked at the sky, and prepared to leave the alleyway with him.

At this time.

A rustling sound attracted his attention.

"Um... I'm sorry, can I ask?"

Sean in the corner raised his right hand tremblingly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down uneasily:

"2--What is 199? And..."

"Silver Secret Cult."

"...What is it again?"

"tell me."

boom!!!

The two pairs of fists collided together, and the huge forces collided with each other!

Half a second later, Bai Zhu remained motionless. The King Kong-like gorilla he was wrestling with had already flown out. Its arm was broken in mid-air, and a dent was visible on the right half of its body.

"That thing wrapped in white cloth."

Bai Zhu wiped off the blood on his face and asked Quintus:
Chapter completed!