“Monet, stop playing around. It’s time for us to make our move!”
Clary kept urging her younger brother. Right now, Fuya was only one person away from her. It was definitely the best time to attack Fuya.
“Black Hook, now... Throw the anchor to the opposite Highland!”
“Throw it, throw it, throw it! We’ve caught the folding sword!”
“I’m Done!”
Unfortunately, no matter how loudly Clary warned her brother, she wanted him to understand that she came here to assassinate Fuya, and not to play with the Holy Spirit.
But at this moment, Monet’s soul seemed to have been absorbed into the Holy Spirit battlefield in front of him.
His soul seemed to have entered the body of the captain with the anchor, and he was playing games with his other comrades on this dangerous battlefield.
“Mo... Nai.”
Clary was not used to this feeling. Normally, her brother would listen to whatever she said, but when it came to matters involving the Holy Spirit.
