The mannequin had been kneaded into a ball, and the witch patted it as she went along.
"By the way, what did this thing what it just tried to do?"
"I don't know..."
Eleazar has his senses turned on and his voice is very cold.
"We'll just ask in person later."
That mysterious trail has left the campus.
A pair of empty gazes whose pupils had completely disappeared slowly lifted.
In that dim vision of fading color, the transcendent activity left behind by the clay was extremely conspicuous, a trail of bright red footprints spreading all the way to the end of the street.
His indifferent voice, which had no emotional ups and downs, faintly sounded in the witch's ears, "Let's go..."
Then they tracked the footprints all the way to the outskirts of town...
"Can you actually maneuver that far?"
Evelea patted the mannequin ball with some surprise.
"There's no aura of a soul fragment, it should be an ability like possession..."
Eleazar gave her hands a cold look, "Maybe he's watching us right now."
"Oh?"
The witch raised an eyebrow, "If the other's spirit is still linked to the doll ...."
"Might as well make him miserably mad!"
"How do you want to toy with people?"
"Let's let him lose control and turn into a monster! That way he can become a transformation ritual sacrifice!"
The Witch said, producing a crystal vial, the unbelievably clear liquid inside swirling gently. In transcendent vision, she was covered in white light, and the burst of light pierced Eleazar so much that he had to avert his gaze.
It's holy water ...
"Hey, hey, this is something I've asked a lot of people to slowly collect at church~"
"Mr. Prince you can also ask your friend to help you get some of this, it's a lot of fun~"
"I have very few friends ..."
Eleazar watched her faintly as she crouched down and slowly tilted down the bottle.
The mannequin ball suddenly shook violently and quickly grinned a gaping, mouth-like scream of terror.
"Wait! What do you want!?"
"Ah ----"
As the holy water poured down, the entire sphere directly began to melt!
With a miserable scream, the rather valuable Transcendent Clay was purified on the spot to the point where not even crumbs remained.
The feeling of the split mental body being melted was probably the same as pouring sulfuric acid into the head, so maybe the other person would really go crazy.
The witch clapped her hands and stood up, saying happily, "Let's get out of here, we might even get to see each other turn into monsters."
"You're pouring too much holy water, and there's a good chance the other person will just die."
Eleazar is very calm in his analysis.
Despite what he said, he quickened his pace.
Soon, a clearing in front of the sight, a large campsite arched by several colorful dome tents, with colorful flags knotted and balloons fluttering, and an exhibition board set up at the entrance, but at the moment it had been pushed to the ground, and a large number of tourists were scurrying out of the area.
"Murder!"
"There's a monster!"
"Run!"
A circus touring from out of town is at this moment in violent commotion.
Eleazar and the Witch avoided the crowd and walked quietly into the camp.
It was chaos inside, the show was all over, and the staff, dressed in various costumes, were all smashing and destroying everything around them like crazy at the moment.
Holding up a circus all by himself, this puppeteer was pretty good, but unfortunately it's all ruined now.
"I told him a long time ago that the body is the body and the double is the double, and that the two should not be mixed up, and he always refuses to listen~"
On the domed tent, a man in a black bowler hat and tuxedo, the melancholy of his eyes looking down at the chaos below.
There's another one!
Eleazar looked up quickly, his eyes glazed over.
"Magician?"
"That's impressive, it seems like nothing escapes your observation."
The magician raised the brim of his hat in surprise, "Is that where the Joker fell?"
"Although that guy was also an idiot who actually used a sniper rifle and ended up being shot down by a soldier, it would make the organization lose face for us to fall to you one after another..."
"So please cooperate and die quickly."
"You're the one who died!"
Taking advantage of his opponent's leisurely speech, Eleazar slowly approaches, then leaps up in a long leap and slashes down hard with his sword.
"It's rude to interrupt..."
The magician lifted his hand and popped the brim of his hat, looking up faintly.
The invisible energy blade in the opponent's hand suddenly took on a physical form and turned into a paper sword.
The attack undoubtedly failed, and Eleazar, who had landed back on the ground, quickly twirled his silver ring, but found that it was no longer responding.
"Magic?"
"Well, isn't it fun~"
The magician laughed softly and snapped his fingers again.
"Pah-"
The witch, who was preparing to hide and secretly cast a spell, suddenly exploded her body in smoke, and when it cleared, she had turned into a lamb with panicked eyes.
"Bleh!!!"
Watching the goat scramble around in a panic on the ground, Eleazar returned and kicked her to death.
Witcher, who had entered his transcendental state, did not hesitate to choose the most effective method of undoing his transformation.
"You ... angry enough to kill even one of your own?"
The magician's eyes were suddenly solemn.
"Hey! You guys, hurry up and cheer up the guests."
Those crazy mannequins around him suddenly stopped their bodies and twisted their heads in unison, then took a step towards him with stiff feet.
"Happy..."
"Happy..."
"Laughter..."
"Welcome..."
"Come on..."
"Dark Moon..."
"Circus..."
Eleazar looked coldly at the magician, his body bursting with transcendental activity in an instant.
"Phew ..."
The temperature around them plummeted, and with a heavy foot, a bone-piercingly deep frost erupted, and white frost spread wildly.
Those dolls that slowly converged, their movements became more and more stiff, gradually solidified into ice sculptures, and suddenly shattered into ice shards all over the sky.
The magician narrowed his eyes.
"What's with the cold feet, we need enthusiasm..."
"Boo!"
Suddenly a gunshot rang out and the black top hat was blown away.
The magician, who had crouched down the moment the gun went off, twisted his head around with a slightly startled look on his face.
The woman who had been turned into a goat, kicked to death, but had come back from the dead, held up a double-barreled fire-tunnel and aimed it at herself.
"This is... Rebirth?"
"The undead?"
"Nope, Tuja cried out for holy water before he lost control ....."
"You're an angel?"
In answer, he got another bullet.
"Pfft~"
But this time the trigger was pulled and only a single flower erupted from the barrel.
The Witch dropped the Fire Unity and pointed at him, yelling, "Invalid!"
The magician blandly pulled out a round mirror and held it in front of him while it reflected the woman's features, bouncing the spell of unknown effect before calmly pulling out a new hat and putting it on properly.
"Oh, and the mind powers should be guarded against as well."
He took out another monocle and placed it over his left eye and held it gently.