Chapter 614: Can't escape loneliness

There was no one in the bar at some point, and even the old man behind the bar had left. The lights and music continued, but they were getting farther and farther away from Persephine. On the bar and under the chair, seven or eight empty bottles had been thrown away, and the one in her hand was mostly empty. But she still felt that her body was getting colder and colder, and the burning alcohol could not bring warmth. Her head was lower and lower, and fatigue and sleepiness were surging. She wanted to fall asleep just now and not have to think about so many troubles. Before falling asleep, she only needed to do the last thing, which was to pull the trigger, let the flames ejected from Magnum ignite the gasoline, and make the flame a gorgeous terminator.

The ground suddenly vibrated, and another faint roar came, like a tsunami sweeping over. The roar came from afar and arrived outside the bar in a blink of an eye. Persephine raised her head with difficulty and looked at it blankly. Her slow consciousness had not yet been able to tell what was going on.

The exterior wall of the bar suddenly collapsed silently, and the roof was destroyed and turned into ashes, and was pressed on the ground by a strange gravity field. Half of the bar was silently annihilated, and even the woman's body was flattened. If an invisible border of destruction was pushed forward all the way forward, and everything on the way was annihilated. The border was pushed forward until Passephine before stopping. So, when Passephine raised her head, her vision was already extremely broad. Not only the bar, but also with her front as the boundary, half of the settlement was completely flattened!

This is the real power of destruction!

But now, even the danger and the instinctive reaction when facing the strong can't cheer her up, and her consciousness has just gotten a little faster. Who has this power? She tried hard to search through her memory, and several names came to her mind. Among these names, a thought suddenly emerged: "No! You have to die better!"

This thought immediately refreshed her. She straightened her waist and adjusted her posture a little, and her charm immediately shone. In the darkness in the distance, two people walked out. It was a strange combination of an old man and a child, but people familiar with the top leaders of the Bloody Parliament would not find it funny. When Lagerfield and Haydn were together, no one who faced them would be able to laugh.

However, Persephine could.

Behind Lagerfield and Haydn, many figures appeared in vain. Looking at the uniform costumes and the murderous aura, you can tell that it was the elite special forces under the Speaker. But is this necessary?

Looking at Westwood and Haydn approaching, Pastherfinni asked with a smile: "Two sirs, although I really want to ask, is this necessary? However, I am surprised and happy that you can come to see me off!"

Haydn said: "I don't think it's necessary. But Mr. Lagerfield thinks that there will be many accidents in this final stage and we should be as safe as possible, so we all came and brought a lot of people."

As he said that, Haydn looked at the gasoline barrel that Persephine was stepping on and said fiercely: "Do you think there will be a chance to ignite gasoline in front of us? Even if it is really lit, I can let it go out in an instant."

Passephenie sighed softly: "So, you are still a child! Of course, I can't light the gasoline when you come. But since Teacher Lagerfield is also here, I can not only light it, it can also burn until it goes out."

Haydn locked his eyebrows, took a step forward, and said coldly: "What do you mean? Are you saying that the teacher will stand on your side?"

But Ragfield's hand was placed on Haydn's shoulder, stopping his next move. Haydn was surprised and asked, "Teacher?! She is one of the most important enemies, and it is best to capture it alive."

The old man stared at Passephine and sighed heavily, saying, "You have really surprised me again and again, and can understand these principles. Haydn is still young, his ability has just reached a bottleneck, and he does not know how to respect him. However, I still hope that you will wait a moment and not rush to make a decision. I even suggest that you should receive my treatment, which will temporarily relieve your injury and prevent it from worsening, and will not leave any regrets in the future. Don't worry, I don't want to bring you back alive, but I feel that the people who want to help you will arrive soon. Although I don't think they will be able to bring you back successfully in the end, as long as you are alive, there will be hope, right?"

Passephine looked at the old man's snow-white hair and his eyes full of wisdom and charm. She smiled lazily, put Magnum, who was in control of fate, and stretched out her right hand to the old man. Lagerfield walked over, held Passephine's hand, and then took out a small light golden needle from his arms, pierced into her upper arm, and slowly pushed the medicine inside into her body. The needle was not an ordinary first aid drug, but a laboratory product with the effect of dozens of times stronger and the function of gene damage repair.

Haydn looked at everything coldly, but there were obvious contradictions and struggles in his eyes. Putting aside other factors, in the bloody parliament, Persephine was still one of the few people he felt worthy of attention and admired. It was because of this that Haydn knew her danger and was willing to seize her as soon as possible to eliminate all potential hidden dangers. Moreover, the living Persephine was worth a lot. But Lagerfield obviously didn't think so, and he seemed to rather give up such obvious interests. However, any decision made by the old man had reasons behind it. Perhaps outsiders did not know it, but in Haydn's mind, his figure was so tall that it was almost comparable to the Speaker.

The effect of the potion was very obvious. The pain in Peregrin's body was relieved quickly. Under the stimulation of the potion, countless warm currents surged out from all over the body. What surprised Peregrin's surprise was that her power was increasing unknowingly. The evolution point accumulated by days of fierce fighting had reached a critical point, and a new ability was naturally formed. Obviously, the potion given to her by Lagerfield was far from as simple as ordinary first aid potion.

Lagerfeld, with snow-white and silver hair, was very charming in his every move, whether he smiled or meditated. He leaned forward slightly and observed Passephine carefully, while Passephine smiled faintly.

"I really didn't expect that you could advance at this time and generate new abilities. This brilliance made me feel familiar, but it was a little worse and I was never sure about it. Can you tell me what your new abilities are?" asked Lagerfield.

Passephenie smiled lazyly and said without reservation: "Tenth-level mysticism, surpassing luck!"
Chapter completed!