Chapter 280

Wilde floated in mid-air, reaching out to catch the gargoyle that had shrunk back into a sculpture.

His eyes under the mask narrowed, revealing a scrutinizing gaze. He turned the gargoyle in his hand around to confirm that there was no flaw in it, and even the aura was several times stronger than before.

"Repair and refine it with other high-level materials, combine Oswald's soul as the source of power, and make up the souls of the remaining 999 superhumans. Maybe it can reach the level of destruction... But the creation It is always a creation, and in actual combat, wisdom is always not enough to be compared with human beings."

"The finished gargoyle still has little chance of winning against the real destruction level, but below the destruction level, all can be swept away."

"After all, the level of destruction is not a level that can be easily reached. Unless you can get a gift from Boss Lin like Vincent, such a rough creation can be upgraded to the level of destruction. It has exhausted all its potential."

Wilde evaluated it in his heart, and then chanted the mantra with satisfaction, then opened the space around him, and put it away with magic.

"It's enough to be a janitor for Boss Lin."

He wasn't surprised that the gargoyles were destroyed.

After all, for Boss Lin, this is just a work of art that can be displayed and looked at. It is quite normal for him to accidentally touch it and break the gargoyle.

What's more, the reason why the gargoyle was damaged was that the pseudo-god larva that had become Boss Lin's pet sucked up all the souls stored in it, and used it as nourishment for its own growth.

In other words, the gargoyle was used by Boss Lin as "cat food".

A pet that is very likely to grow into a god level, compared to his clumsy work back then, the value is naturally not the same.

Even if Wilde had to choose by himself, he might not be able to resist feeding the gargoyle to the larvae of the pseudo-god to see how far the latter can reach.

Therefore, Wilde felt that the gargoyle deserved to die.

What's more, it's not impossible to repair, as long as you find enough or strong enough souls, it's best to be the souls of the fallen—just like it is now.

Wilde's eyes moved down, and he looked at his long-lost old friend, Joseph—the last time he met at the door of the bookstore, but it was not a meeting at all.

He landed on the top of a nearby building, folded his cane under his arm, gracefully took off his hat, and said in a calm tone: "Long time no see, my dear friend—oh, calm down, since we last officially It's been almost two years since we met, and you're still so irritable."

When he said this, he was interrupted for a moment, because the white giant formed by Joseph controlling the "virtual image of the heart world" flashed behind Wilde in an instant, and punched him hard.

This punch did not fail, on the contrary, the white giant's fist smashed Wilde's head mercilessly.

But strangely, Wilde did not die because of it.

Even, he was still talking.

On the shattered skull, the flesh and brain squirmed and reassembled into the shape of a mouth, and the eyes also regrown, looking very strange and deformed.

"Flesh puppet." Joseph knew Wilde's tricks very well, and sneered: "Your specialty is still so disgusting, should I say that you are as timid as a mouse, or that hiding like a turtle will make you more homely?" feeling—after all, you like being in the gutter the most.”

He didn't have any expectations for this punch, he just wanted to experience the feeling of smashing Wilde again.

It is only a ghost that Wilde would appear so openly. The last time he was caught was because of the extremely precious extraordinary items that appeared in the ruins in the white hills.

The Secret Ritual Tower cooperated with Joseph to set up a net, and finally trapped this vicious and destructive dark wizard there. Joseph paid the price of one arm and the recurrence of hidden wounds all over his body, and barely killed Wilde.

But even so...he still didn't die!

Although there is a great possibility that there is a role of the bookstore, but first of all, Wilde had to reach and enter the bookstore at that time.

In other words, Wilde was still alive before reaching the bookstore.

He was so cunning, meticulous, and determined, how could such a dangerous and evil powerful wizard expose himself to danger at will after dying once?

"Didn't everything you have suffered in the past two years teach you a little bit about what is polite?"

Wilde said in a bit of surprise, raised his finger and pointed at his head that had turned into a pile of mud.

Joseph sneered: "This is my courtesy."

He stretched out his hand and shook it, and the white giant transformed into the "virtual image of the heart world" clenched his fist at the same time, crushing Wilde's remaining head and torso.

The blood mist exploded, and then condensed into a distorted human figure at the side again, with black flames flickering in the eyes.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the battle between the two top destroyers seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

At least that's how it seemed to Caroline.

Her hair was standing on end, her head covered in cold sweat, and she retreated cautiously to the edge of the ruins. She quickly ordered her subordinates to get ready, and the Contact Truth would be ready to open the recently commissioned large teleportation array at any time, and evacuate the people in the central area by the way.

The blood mist figure was silent for a while, and then grinned: "It's really good, it seems that Boss Lin also gave you a gift of strength-my lord's generosity and kindness will not be changed by the ignorance of the world."

Wilde, of course, was not in a temper to allow others to insult him, so he went on to praise Lin Jie and called Joseph a fool by the way.

Joseph did not retort, but his heart sank: "Master? You regard Boss Lin as your master?"

Or... is another meaning.

He originally thought that the Sun God Sect was the belief that Boss Lin wanted to spread, but it seemed that Wilde was also serving Boss Lin, which meant that what he was doing now might be Boss Lin's intention.

Perhaps, there is another, more dangerous belief spreading...

Wilde opened his arms and laughed enthusiastically: "Such a great, lofty, and transcendent existence, why can't it be my lord? What's the difference between the Tower of Secret Rituals and me? I'm afraid your elders are thinking about their intentions day and night. It’s impossible to become Boss Lin’s servant.”

He looked at Joseph: "Don't you thank me? Boss Lin said that he asked me to repair the gargoyle. In fact, it is to help you cut the grass and root out the ghost, and clean up this inner ghost, so that you idiots will not be fooled around by the road of the fire sword." .”

Ghost? The Road to the Fire Sword?

Is Oswald the ghost of the Road of Fire Sword? !

Wilde didn't wait for Joseph to react, and sneered, "Tsk tsk, why do you think Oswald has been in the Tower of Mystery for so many years? Ask another customer of the bookstore over there what he has done all these years Bar."

After finishing talking, the whole blood mist rotated, and finally shrunk into a point and disappeared.

Joseph's face was ugly, because his thoughts were distracted for a moment, and he couldn't catch the blood mist again.

...

Wilde opened his eyes and left the state of controlling the flesh puppet.

With the blood fog in his hand, a gargoyle appeared.

He looked at the struggling and painful soul inside, and sneered: "You want to gain power after offending Boss Lin? You are so stupid. Starting from you, the next one will be your even more stupid grandson... Oh no, son."