"What are you doing, Atuo!" Roca said angrily, muttering the Central Language Spirit at a high speed, condensing the remaining few magic power in his right palm, and popping out the bone dagger at the junction of wrist and back of hand, attaching the magic power to the blade, aiming it at Atuo's head, ready to attack.
Behind him, the Lost Ones belonging to the "Chaos Group" and the "Church of Enlightenment" also jumped out of the "Dark Energy", rushed out of the secret door, emerged from the corner of the altar, and even hid in the darkness. The bodyguards "Soaring" and Audrey who were used to guard "Ice Blade" before also broke away from their hidden state, turned into a pool of gray-black smoke, floated behind Atto, and pressed their pistols against his lower back.
Faced with such a situation, Atuo just raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, and said in a contemptuous tone:
"I thought that as Lost Ones, you, the Chaos Group, would not be infected with the bad habits of humans. At least, among the many Lost Ones I have met, many are descendants of court magicians, or at least people who have experienced extreme pain.
"They are either polite and cautious in dealing with others, always trying to show their 'gentleman' and 'lady' side; or they are empathetic to pain and reluctant to treat others harshly. However, this brother looks very irritable and has the barbaric habits of the nomadic tribes in the east. This is not good... not good."
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