The white robber's gun was still pressed coldly against Mohn's chest.
His face was filled with impatience and bloodthirsty tyranny.
He had originally wanted to see the boy in front of him show fear.
But in the end, we didn't see anything.
Only the deep, calm, and cold glint in Moen's eyes filled him with unease.
He originally thought,
I am now in control of everything.
But for some reason, I felt a strange fear.
The only thing that could give him a little peace of mind was the gun he was gripping tightly in his hand.
Seeing that Moen did not answer his question,
The fake smile froze instantly, replaced by madness and cruelty.
"You don't want to talk, do you? Then never speak again!" he said sharply, his finger pulling the trigger, his eyes filled with a morbid twisting.
"Bang"
A piercing gunshot shattered the tranquility of the orphanage entrance.
The bullets flew out.
It traced a blurry trail in the darkness of the night.
I just hung up the emergency call.
Just as the dean was about to open the door to find weapons to fight alongside Moen,
Upon hearing gunshots coming from outside,
It felt as if a giant hand was gripping my heart tightly.
She used all her strength to steady her trembling body.
The fear of that moment almost consumed her entire will.
"He's just a child! How can he possibly handle bullets!"
Her eyes were black.
Both legs trembled slightly from extreme tension.
His face was as pale as paper.
She regretted leaving Moen to face it alone.
After all, they were just children who had never seen real weapons. How could someone with magic possibly withstand bullets?
She gritted her teeth.
He grabbed the gun he had previously placed under the desk.
He suddenly stood up.
She opened the door again and rushed out; she was going to save Moen, even if it meant death.
However, the moment the bullet struck Moen,
The small, thin figure vanished as if it were air.
The bullet missed its target.
It slammed hard onto the stone pavement behind Moen.
A small amount of debris was splashed up, but it did not affect the black wooden door in the slightest.
The white robber's expression froze instantly.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Staring incredulously at the empty road ahead,
He clearly aimed at the opponent's leg, and his index finger was already fully pulled on the trigger.
But why?!
Why did the person I wanted to kill just mysteriously disappear?!
He roared hysterically, "Damn it! This must be a ghost! Damn it! This can't be!" He cursed as if he had gone mad, raising his gun to fire.
But his raised hand could no longer fall.
Behind him,
A familiar yet chilling voice rang out clearly, seemingly from the farthest reaches of the void: "You're disturbing me."
He slowly lowered his head.
What he saw was Moen standing right in front of him.
He was still holding that inconspicuous "wooden stick," with a half-smile on his face.
He saw that his fingers were less than five centimeters away from his forehead.
Even the desire to pull the trigger had been completely extinguished by Moen.
He raised his hand.
It seems like they wanted to do something, but they couldn't do anything!
He clearly understood that
She no longer had the chance to kill the boy in front of her.
His mind was completely consumed by fear.
He recalled all the rumors and stories about ghosts and monsters.
He knows!
I've messed with someone I shouldn't have this time!
"Ah! Impossible! You're a devil, you're a ghost!!"
He let out a terrified howl, trying to mask his inner panic with a scream.
In response to him,
It was Moen's cold glance and the magic emanating from the wooden stick in his hand.
"Spacetime tremor!"
Moen spoke in a cold voice and waved his wand lightly.
An invisible force instantly sent the white robber flying. Like a broken rag doll, he crashed heavily into a distant tree, the powerful impact causing the trunk to sway slightly.
After his body landed...
It curled up into a ball, and the joints around its body made a chilling cracking sound as it deformed.
After the white man's body convulsed violently a few times, he stopped moving.
All he could do was retain the last traces of terror and distortion on his already distorted face.
The mutated "Stun Spell" of Morn is enough to deal a fatal blow to these ordinary people who have no magic resistance.
"What?! How could this be!"
The black man, who had been smoking listlessly,
Upon seeing the bizarre scene before him, the fierce look on his face vanished completely, replaced by shock and fear.
He instinctively threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground.
He gripped the black pistol tightly in his hand, his hand trembling.
He could even clearly feel the chill emanating from behind him, a death that seemed to come from hell, which completely ignited his fear!
Trembling, he pointed the gun at Moen and kept pulling the trigger.
The spent cartridge case bounced onto the ground.
It makes a "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound.
Almost instantly, he fired all the bullets in the magazine at Moen.
The bullet sliced through the air.
The projectiles rained down on Moen, but each time they struck Moen's body, the seemingly frail figure would mysteriously vanish.
Then it reappeared in a nearby spot, its movement less like walking and more like flickering, like a ghost.
This series of bizarre images,
It completely shattered the already weak psychological defenses of Black people.
His eyes widened in fear.
The expression on his face was extremely distorted.
His pupils were also shrinking, and he saw the bullets aimed at the other side as if they had lost their effect.
They also realized that they seemed to be fighting a "devil" that did not exist in this world at all.
His hands trembled.
The pistol fell limply to the ground with a crisp sound, and he was completely incapacitated.
The next moment,
His legs went limp.
That warmth,
The black pants were soaked.
He had long since lost control of his body.
His eyes were unfocused as he stared ahead, his lips trembling incessantly.
The smell of incontinence permeated the surroundings, and the air began to be filled with an indescribable stench and a terrifying atmosphere.
Moen coldly observed everything unfolding before him.
Regarding their inner breakdown,
He didn't care.
Pity is meaningless for these people.
He simply moved his wand, and another beam of silver light struck the black man who was slumped on the ground.
At this point, the Black man had given up all struggle and resistance.
To avoid being discovered what was happening here,
Moen piled the white robber, whose body was completely twisted, together with the black robber who was completely limp on the ground.
He used the "power of time and space" that he had recently gained control of.
He whispered to the two corpses, "Time-space exile."
A twisted vortex slowly appeared at the fingertips, mercilessly sucking the two bodies into it.
That is a power from the depths of time and space.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Silence fell over the surroundings once again.
The air still seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder that lingered after the shooting.
Disappeared into the night
It seems as if it never came into this world, leaving not a trace.
"Moun!!"
At this moment, the wooden door,
It was suddenly opened again.
The dean, armed with a gun, stood resolutely at the door.
At that moment,
The dean really felt like he was about to lose this "family member" who had finally come into his life.
But she soon discovered that,
Standing before him was Moen, unharmed, as calm and gentle as ever.
The expression of despair on his face froze completely.
The fear and unease that had been lurking within him gradually crumbled when he saw Moen unharmed.
Instead, there was shock.
Those gunshots just now felt like a dream.
"Dean, don't worry, I've taken care of everything!"
Moen saw the dean rushing out.
Knowing she must be very worried about his safety, he smiled gently again.
He gave her an "OK" sign, seemingly to indicate that he was not injured in the slightest.
It also seemed to be telling the dean that she was safe.
He would not allow her to suffer any harm under his protection.
The calmness on his face at that moment only accentuated his mysterious and unpredictable nature.
This allowed the dean to finally feel the true power of magic deep within his heart!
And Moen's true strength