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After absorbing all the energy that was emitted from Peter's body, Andrea revealed a satisfied expression.

His right hand ignited with cyan flames, and with a light wave of his left hand, numerous black Sickle flew out from his palm.

These Sickle pounced towards the few subordinates that Big Mountain had brought, ignoring the howls and cries for help from their subordinates, they instantly attached themselves to their necks and absorbed all their blood.

Seeing his companions collapse one by one beside him, Mountain's face revealed a panicked expression. He had only just mustered the courage to shoot and save Andrea, he did not expect the other party to repay the kindness with enmity so quickly and kill his brother.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me, kill me!" Under the urge of fear, Mountain fell to his knees, his stuttering becoming more severe, "I beg, I beg of you!"

There were only two people left, Andrea and Mountain.

Andrea took out a dagger. Several Sickle circled around him, like a group surrounding Peter, and these Sickle clustered around their new master.

Big Mountain knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Andrea forcefully. His forehead hit the floor with a thud.

"Beg, beg, beg you to let me go, let me go, let me go!" The mountain begged for mercy.

Mountain did not look at the dagger that fell in front of him. He still kept on kowtowing, and his forehead was already bleeding.

"Go and cut off Peter's head," Andrea finally said. "Then wrap it up and send it to my office."

With that, he disappeared in front of Mountain.

Mountain survived.

He raised his head as he searched for traces of Andrea, but Andrea had already left, so how could he possibly find his? After saying a few words of "thank you", Mountain picked up the dagger in front of him.

Big Mountain got up from the ground, and walked to the front of Peter's corpse.

He and Peter did not have any grudges between them, and furthermore, compared to other Magi, Peter was even more intimate with the mortal world, and did not put on any airs. However, Mountain had already been forcefully tied up by Andrea on the same boat. At that time, Mountain had no choice but to shoot Peter.

Big Mountain pressed the dagger in his hand against Peter's neck. Not long ago, he was just an ordinary student, but now, he was a murderer. Not only would he shoot and kill, but he would also cut off the head of the deceased.

"Ugh!" Mountain was unable to hold on any longer, and he suddenly vomited!

The leftover food in his stomach, the acid in his mouth, and the yellow bile … All of this was mixed with a strong sense of guilt that surged out of Mountain's chest.

Big Mountain threw the dagger to the ground and quickly ran to the wall. He pressed one hand against the wall, the other against his chest.

After a while, he could no longer throw up. But in his chest, the swelling guilt still did not subside. He leaned against the wall and retched, clear saliva trickling down the corners of his mouth.

Rather than live with all this pain and pressure, it was better to die easily. For a moment, the mountain actually had this thought.

But soon, the continuous retching caused him to lose all strength to beg for his life.

The mountain fell to the ground, falling onto the dirt it vomited. He looked up at the sky. The sky was a deep blue, and under this sky lived all sorts of people, some kind, some fierce, some bullied, some beating and bullying. Who can avoid being bullied? A good man? Of course not. Was it a strong person? But Peter also fell to the ground.

A strong and ferocious man.

After a long time, Mountain finally stood up from the ground in silence. If you want to be evil, then please be extremely evil.

He once again came to Peter's side, picked up the dagger on the ground, and pressed the blade edge against Peter's throat. Just like cutting a fruit off a tree, he used his dagger to cut off half of Peter's neck.

"Waaaaaah ~ ~" In the midst of his howls, Peter's head was pulled off.

Big Mountain took off his jacket and saw the disgusting vomit on it. He threw his coat aside.

He took off his white t-shirt and wrapped it around Peter's head. Big Mountain did not understand why Andrea would need a dead man's head. If this head was placed in his office, it could very possibly become his cover up. However, this was not something he could understand at the moment. Magi always had a strange temper.

In fact, just absorbing the scattered energy from the magic was not enough for Andrea to completely grasp Peter's power. He had to slowly read the method to use his power from Peter's brain, only then would he be able to master Peter's ability.

This was also the reason why Andrea did not kill Mountain. Hunting one's own companions was a difficult task, and there were many follow-up tasks as well.

Andrea needed a helper, and looking at the simple, honest, and stuttering Big Mountain, it was the best choice.

The current Andrea and Mountain had no idea where their fate would lead them to in the future.

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Magus King was lying on his bed, and beside his bed were two maids and several Sickle were eating the corpse of a woman. Just then, a Sickle stopped on his windowsill.

Magus King raised his hand gently and the window opened. Outside the window, the Sickle flew in.

The Sickle landed on the small cabinet beside Magus King's bed, then it lowered its head and opened its mouth, aiming at the porcelain cup on the cabinet.

A line of blood gushed out from its mouth. That was the blood of the Python that Peter had taken for the Magus King.

"I came from afar, but I was lucky." Magus King raised his hand and caressed the Sickle.

The Sickle did not react in any way, allowing Magus King's hand to stroke the top of its head. After a while, the porcelain cup was filled with blood, and the Sickle closed its mouth.

"Where is your master?" Magus King asked it softly. Sickle created by the energy of magic had no emotions, and could not answer any questions from the person asking. They're just tools for killing.

But when the Sickle tilted its head towards Magus King, its eyes revealed a look of sorrow.

"So that's how it is." The Magus King talked to himself, he waved towards the Sickle, and it flew into his embrace.

"So that's how it is." Magus King repeated himself again.

He could feel that his favorite disciple had disappeared from the world.

Grief rushed into the Magus' heart. He gently stroked the Sickle on his chest as tears rolled down his face.

Wang Luo cried.