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Chapter 206 Forbidden Power, Hell's Flame and Angel's Feather
At this time, it was only a strand of Harry's spirit that was close to heaven, not his soul and body, so Andy didn't follow.

Harry doubted whether he could follow.

But whether Andy can follow to heaven or not, Halle won't stay in this state forever.

Back in the present world, the ugly appearance of Andy's hanged ghost had to dangle in front of her every day.

Under her strong request, Andy finally stopped hugging her feet to keep warm, but once she fell asleep, Andy must squat on the other side of the bed, with his tongue hanging and staring at her with dead fish eyes.

Sometimes when I woke up at night, I opened my eyes in a daze, and I saw him face to face at once. With Harry's tenacious spirit, he would also be horrified.

So, she is eager to solve this problem.

But Andy represents the last link in the dying metamorphosis - the birth of magic from the blood.

Concentrating thoughts can make the undead who are missed by "uncontrollable distracting thoughts" disappear; changing bloodlines, from Muggle to extraordinary, can cut off the fetters of blood between her and Andy.

This is the rule of deathbed metamorphosis.

She can't get rid of Andy until she makes the last move.

However, there are no unsolvable problems in this world, just find the right way.

"I won't open the back door to anyone, and I can't do it." Zaule refused sternly.

"What about the prison?"

"What stupid things are you talking about? Isn't the place where the prisoners are held in heaven the same as hell?" Zaulie said angrily.

"Uh, it seems to be true." Harry was stunned for a moment, then said helplessly, "Then can you solve this problem?"

"No--"

Just as the denial was about to blurt out, Zauri shut up halfway.

The identity of the Archangel of the City of Silver does not allow him to lie.

Seeing his obvious hesitation and entanglement, Harry reminded: "You still owe me a favor! St. Peter's round shield, remember?"

Zaulie nodded slightly, frowned and said, "You want him to leave you forever, right?"

"Ah."

"What's the situation, tell me in detail." Zaule said.

Harley told all about the transformation on the deathbed, and how she didn't want to be bound by any mark.

There's no need to hide, all mages don't want to be tied down.

There is no way to hide it, she is deliberately stuck in the last step and does not break through, many archmages can see it, let alone the voice of the sky?

As long as the voice of heaven knows, there is no need to hide it from Zaule.

"Well, why don't you accept the power of heaven?" Zaule asked.

"I have the holy power of heaven, how can I be an undercover agent in hell? Besides, I can't become a saint, and the road to heaven has no future." Harry said frankly.

Zauri did not criticize her for thinking "negatively".

For heaven warriors, heaven has never been very demanding.

"If I understand correctly, you just want Andy Quinn's soul to leave, not completely avoid the dying transformation, right?" Zaule said slowly.

"That's right, as long as he doesn't bother me anymore, it doesn't matter if he is sent to hell or killed directly." Harry said very unconscionably.

"I will not kill any soul," said Zaule in disgust.

"If possible, I would also like to let him go to heaven, but I can't!" Harry said helplessly.

"Besides, don't ordinary souls that are neither kind nor evil enter Lingbo Prison and die slowly? It's like fallen leaves returning to the earth." She added.

Zauriel's left wing, like an arm, was bent in front of his body. With his right hand, he plucked out a palm-length feather, and handed it to Harry, saying, "This is an angel's feather, can you use it?"

Harry took the feather that was as light as nothing and exuded a faint holy white light, and shook his head slightly, "What can it do?"

Zauli said with a serious expression: "The feather of the archangel has a very taboo function, burn it, its ashes can bind any physical or non-physical things.

For example, facing your father's undead, lighting an angel feather with hellfire, blowing ashes to another living person, or even a spirit body, he can merge with it and occupy a dominant position in consciousness.

In my capacity as Archangel, this feather can even allow your father to seize its body and divinity even if you capture a god.

This fusion is the power of rules, and no one can cut it off and resist it except God. "

"It's really taboo."

Harry looked at Angel Feather, his complexion changed several times.

"You must promise me that you are not allowed to shoot any living people." Zaulie said seriously.

Harry said seriously: "Of course, I won't trap you in injustice."

—at least not to offend you for Andy.

Today, she got the boss in a big hole, how can she ask him for help tomorrow?

Not worth it for Andy.

Zaule's expression softened, "In my opinion, it's best to 'send' Andy Quinn back to hell."

Integrating into the land of hell, Andy will never have a day of redemption.

Zha Boss is ruthless enough!
Harry responded vaguely, and ended the call.

Before leaving, Zaulie repeatedly emphasized: He only owes her one favor, and one feather has already been paid off.

Returning to consciousness, Harry lowered his head, and sure enough, there was a snow-white feather in his hand, but at this time it was not much different from ordinary goose feathers.

In addition to being more pure white, there is no divine brilliance.

Glancing at Andy the Hanged Man two steps away, Harry sighed and put away the feathers first.

Then, she sat in the meditation room in a daze.

Do you want to continue planning the Owl Court?

This used to not be a problem.

It's just a mere mortal organization, what can they do with the experience pack for walking?

现在
Just one piece of information, worth more than 70 billion meritorious deeds, the meaning behind it is chilling.

But the owl court was clearly targeting her, and she was the primary target in the joint hospital incident, and the old Kamai was not valued by the court.

Compromising, giving in is tantamount to giving up the initiative to the other party, and she absolutely cannot bear it.

So, there is only one way.

Anal, continue anal.

But you have to be strategic.

For example, to use force, for example, to divert disaster, for example.
Harry's heart was pounding, and a terrible plan gradually took shape in his mind.

In the next moment, she stopped her thoughts, all thoughts were unified, her heart was like still water, and there was no more distracting thoughts.

With a calm expression, he came to the outer garden, and Harley found Ivy who had erected a grape vine shed.

"I heard that some people ate oranges without spitting out the seeds, but the seeds germinated in their stomachs. Is there such a thing?"

Ivy frowned and said, "That man must be sick, with a problem with his digestive system."

"Okay, let me just say it, how to keep an eye on Daniel Truman all the time." Harry asked.

"Are you sure it's him?" Ivy lowered her head and asked.

Harry looked at the sun slanting to the west, and said with a smile: "Go to his house to dig three feet tonight, and you should be able to find a lot of evidence."

Ivy jumped off the ladder and said, "It's best to ask the Swamp Thing, it's very powerful, it can even transmit messages through shredded tobacco, and open the teleportation of green plants."

"Tobacco? Could it be cigarettes?" Harry asked in surprise.

"If you don't believe me, we can try."

Harry asked his younger brother to deliver a box of Marlboro, holding cigarettes between his two fingers. On the surface of the Jar, the symbol of "Walking on the Tree" flashed a faint green light.

"Swamp Thing, Alec Holland!" she whispered.

A green sprout broke through the white cigarette paper, and under Harry's amazed gaze, a little green figure the size of a finger grew out.

Although it is smaller in size, it has the shape of a green monster.

"Harley Quinn, what did you summon me for?"

"I"

I don't believe you can crawl out of a roasted tobacco leaf.

Harry coughed twice, and spoke out his request.

"The other party believes in a supreme demon god, so it must be secret enough."

"Which Supreme Demon God?" Swamp Thing doubted.

"I don't know, but I guess, it should be related to owls, or it looks like an owl. Have you ever heard of a demon god with a similar image?"

Harry was taken into the ditch this time.

She would never guess that the real symbol of the Owl Court is actually a bat!

But even if she did paint the daedra behind the court, Swamp Thing wouldn't know it.

In the entire "Bright Multiverse", no one has ever seen the master of the Dark Multiverse.

Like beasts in the grasslands and forests, I have never seen an octopus in the deep sea.

"It looks like an owl." Swamp Thing pouted, "Probably some wild god from another dimension."

"It's definitely not Wild God." Harry affirmed.

The news worth 70 billion meritorious deeds, how could it be just Onoshin?
"You can directly arrest people and torture them to extract confessions. If you want to monitor through green plants, you have to work 24 hours a day. The workload is too great." The swamp monster said.

"So, there are indeed seeds that cannot be digested by stomach acid and are noticed by the person involved?"

The swamp monster said: "I am the plant god, and I can transform any seed into the effect you want through divine power.

It's just that the other party can't be a mage like you who "turns all thoughts into one".

A mage who can control every ray of his own spirit can naturally detect the mental fluctuations in his body that do not belong to him. "

"The heart is like a mirror, and the dust can be seen at a glance." Ha Li thought about it.

Then, she took out Daniel Truman's file, pointed to the photo, gave an address, and said, "You should check it from a distance first to see if he has one mind."

The Swamp Thing left, leaving a green tobacco leaf on the surface of the cigarette.

It wasn't until 09:30 in the evening that the swamp monster emerged from the garden.

Salad form for the big guy.

"It's done," it said.

"What's done?"

Harry was a little surprised when he saw it coming over, but he was even more confused when he heard what it said.

The swamp monster said: "When I went, he hadn't come home yet.

I just squatted on the street tree outside his house.

Watching him drive under me an hour ago.

He is an ordinary person with a strong soul but a slightly disordered spirit.

Since I'm not even a mage, I will do something bold and demonize a seed on a strawberry while he and his wife are eating fruit salad.

Now, you can monitor their voice and location at any time. "

Harry was stunned for a moment, and said, "You are so efficient, and when I was going to visit his house at night, I stuffed the seeds into his nostrils by the way.

How long will that strawberry seed last? "

"If you want, it can be for a lifetime. If you don't want to monitor him anymore, Ivy can turn it back into ordinary spores at any time, and then be digested and absorbed by the stomach."

As he said that, the swamp monster pointed at Ivy's eyebrows, and the green light flashed away.

Ivy was at a loss for a moment, and said happily: "I found those two buds through the green of all things."

"This." Harry hesitated, "Truman's wife is worthless, but Adam Parker's eldest son. Chris Parker is very suspicious. Can you replace him?"

"It's simple." The swamp monster nodded first, then looked at her with burning eyes and said, "Actually, if you don't look for me today, I will look for you in a few days, and ask you for a favor."

"What do you want me to do?" Harry asked curiously.

"The giant beast is about to wake up, I hope you will serve as an undercover wizard for the Life Council."

Harry's expression became very strange.

(End of this chapter)