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22. Inner Demon(2/2)

Behind him, Master Modu maintained silence.

Strange didn't notice that the eyes of Master Modu, who had been helping him, were a little confused, as if a broken silhouette was replacing back and forth, as if two wills were fighting for control of this body.

"Don't you do it yet? Modu."

The voice of the Dark Monarch echoed in the spirit of Master Modu, just like the Huang Zhong Dalu.

It shouted:

"This ridiculous instrument was originally set up on purpose by them, a weapon prepared for a weak person like you. It has amazing power, but it can only be fired once, poor Modu."

"If the wild mage is allowed to manipulate it, he will definitely hit the deadly beam on the evil spirit and help Dum win. Once Dum solves the evil spirit, he will come to deal with you!"

"Are you sure to deal with him? Let me answer for you, you can't beat him!"

"This is your last chance. Modu, as long as you solve the weak wild mage and throw that beam at Dum... he will be sent out of the game quietly."

"Shut up!"

Modu scolded in his heart.

"Don't try to seduce me. Although Dum is my opponent, he is fighting to save the world. I can't!"

"No, you can."

Domaum let out a strange laugh, and it said in a feminine tone:

"Didn't you find out yet? It's time now, but the witch who controls the heroic spirit has not appeared yet. You just saw with your own eyes how powerful her heroic spirit is."

"Believe me, even if Dumm fails, the witch Hermione has enough ability to deal with evil spirits. She sees farther than you. She is waiting for an opportunity and taking the opportunity to weaken Dumm's strength."

"She can do this, why can't you?"

The dark monarch was like a slippery venom, injecting venom into the hesitant Modu’s heart little by little, and it said:

"Dum failed, and the witch Hermione had to go on stage in person, and you hid in the darkness and wait until she killed the evil spirit, and you can use my power to make an accurate back sting..."

"It's easy. Believe me, her heroic spirit is very strong, but she is very weak, just like you. If you have ambition or not, you have a great chance of winning."

"Don't hesitate! Think about your persistence, the expectations you carry, the expectations of your ancient priest... Think about it, do you have the heart to see the disappointed gaze of the Supreme Master? Do you want to be the eternal sinner who was passed down by Kama Taj at the same time?"

"Take personal honor and disgrace aside! This world will only respect the winner!"

Master Modu's eyes dodged and swayed.

He raised his head and looked at Strange, who was manipulating the sun lens in front of him. He pursed his lips and his will was swaying.

"You found me, wasn't it just for this moment?"

Domaum said in a hurry and said with a final say:

"Don't hesitate, go. Victory itself is more important than the way to win. As long as the result is good, everything is fine, isn't it?"

"Even if you bear the infamy yourself, it doesn't matter. As long as the inheritance of the Supreme Master is still in Kamataj, you are willing to give everything for your home and your family... Let me see! Let them see!"

"Victory, the glory you bring to them!"

"Don't hesitate! That wild mage is going to activate the lens! That's now! Hurry!"

"bass"

The invisible blade is unsheathed.

Strange was unprepared for what happened behind him, but at the moment the sharp blade stabbed, a hoarse woman's voice suddenly rang in his heart.

"Idiot! Dodge!"

"Bang"

Strange's body turned outward, and the invisible blade that pierced against his waist and stabbed the lens's control rod. As sparks splashed, Strange also pulled out the battle axe with his backhand, blocking Master Modu's second attack.

He looked at Modu with an incredible look and said:

"Why?"

“Inheritance!”

Modu, whose eyes were dark, said in a hoarse and tired voice:

"Everyone is looking forward to me winning back..."

"I can lose! But Kama Taj can't!"

"I can't... let her down! Get out of here! Otherwise... otherwise..."

Strange was forced to retreat several steps.

He looked at Modu, who was full of murderous aura and fell into the evil path, and then looked at the damaged joystick behind him.

A hint of anger arose in the wild mage's heart.

He turned around, reached out and pulled off the coat that was cut by the sharp blade, held the battle axe in one hand, and pulled out the wand with the other.

He looked at Modu in front of him, and the light of the secret technique lit up on Strange, just like Modu, and at this last moment, he had made up his mind.

He picked up a magic seal that Merlin was very familiar with. In the strange buzzing of magic, he said:

"I can understand that some people are watching you, and some people are looking forward to you, but I can't accept it! Hope is right in front of me, and I won't allow you to put it out!"

"If you insist on me giving you an answer, then I can only tell you..."

"Don't think about it!"

"I'm very weak, yes, but I also have my persistence. Today, this hope..."
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