Chapter 25: chapter 21
Chapter 14 The Eastern Continent at the same time
Chapter 98 The Eastern Continent at the same time
Underground in Backlund, in a hidden building.
A man with short black hair and a tall and slender figure sat at the desk, with the pen tip flying in his hand as he signed his code name on the document.
The clock on the wall was ticking, and time passed by second by second. For a moment, the only sound left in the room was the swing of the pendulum and the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper, until a sudden sound broke the peace.
On the wall next to the man's desk, a miniature door depicting an inverted cross suddenly opened, a crimson flame bloomed quietly, and a roll of letter paper tied with hemp rope spit out.
The flame burning behind the door completed its mission, and before extinguishing, it dropped the last handful of ashes onto the man's desk, forming a line of text.
Mr. K personally opened it.
K, who was busy correcting information, quietly wiped away the ashes on the table, then picked up the letter paper, untied the outer hemp rope, and read the content written inside.
There is only a line of small words written on the light yellow paper, a location, a signature, and very little text.
"On the banks of the Stepford River in White Cliff Town, a suburb of Backlund, the target summoned four unrelated people to try to explore an unknown ruins. Only one of them is Sequence Eight."
"Two Sequence Eight, three Sequence Nine?" Mr. K murmured in surprise.
He glanced at the signature at the bottom of the letter paper, which was composed of abstract patterns, and couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.
The ruins on the Stepford River are not included in the department's records. The level of the target organization's exploration team is very low, which also shows that the exploration of the ruins is most likely just a cover to actively show weakness and spread the existence of the ruins. to attract more attention.
While thinking, Mr. K took a blank piece of paper from the edge of the table and wrote down various known information.
Backlund was once the capital of Trunsoest, and the empire still retains many maps and written records near the imperial capital during the Fourth Age. These are contents that middle and high-level officials stationed near Backlund need to read carefully.
But in his impression, the area near the Stepford River should not be the territory of any big family in the Fourth Age?
This area once belonged to a marquis family. That family was dominated by "Judges" and were loyal vassals of the royal family. It neither met the needs of the target nor had the spare capacity to build a special underground tomb after the death of a certain high-sequencer. Where? What will be the remains?
If I bring into the mind of a target, what would I do if I were a fugitive being hunted by an enemy hundreds of times stronger than me?
Mr. K preconceivedly used the "conspirator" way of thinking to infer the current situation.
He quickly wrote down a noun with profound meaning on the paper, paused for a long time, and then quickly wrote another one.
This process was repeated about four or five times. It was not until he wrote the last name that Mr. K woke up from a dream and suddenly stopped using his fingers.
A huge fear that could not be calmed emerged in his heart for no reason. He watched as his right hand let go of the pen and moved closer to his eyes uncontrollably.
not good! Mr. K suddenly realized what a taboo he had committed, and instinctively wanted to call for help, but his lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. They were just two thin pieces of flesh, but he could not open them.
He could only watch weakly and horrifiedly as his right hand finally came to his eye socket, about to make a squeezing movement for air.
"Hey, little crow?"
The scorching flame burned the air, and the finely polished crystal fragments revealed their prototypes from the air. They appeared out of thin air and quickly fell to the ground, being completely swallowed by the flames.
Within the spiritual link of "War Red", the frivolous voice of "Red Angel" flashed past.
Mr. K, who was clearly unable to control his body just now, actually smiled with ease at this moment, with amusement in his eyes. He pressed his fingers on a larger crystal fragment and slowly increased the intensity.
Bucha.
The fragile fragments shattered into a piece of powder. An insect with twelve links outlined in it quickly absorbed the nearby light spots of green, black and light gold, and flowed thousands of miles away along with the extinguished flames.
The blood-like red color faded from Mr. K's eyes. There was no longer a flag on his head, only confusion remained.
The unconscious Mr. K pressed his aching temples and subconsciously looked at the paper on the table, looking at the last word he wrote.
That word is made of insects.
He is, Amon.
...
Um?
Silver-white thorns clung to the sky that was upside down on the dark earth, constantly disappearing and reborn. Amon, who was bored and amusing himself with monsters, suddenly raised his head and looked to the west.
There were complex emotions flowing in his eyes, including curiosity, nostalgia, eagerness to try, and anger after being powerless.
"Across the barrier, my body is not in the outside world, so I can't steal Medici's hair."
Amon sighed with a smile, moved his arms with his large classical mage robe, and spread his hands to express helplessness.
The monster that was originally played by Him suddenly regained its sight, and its six eyeballs turned to a blank space in the vision at the same time. Only the nose with two holes spurted out white air, and the blue arm growing out of the sarcoma exploded angrily, as if it was about to be smashed to pieces in the next moment. Hiding in the darkness Amon.
But the next moment, the monster regained its composure. The terrifying tumors on its body slowly squirmed and squeezed out the artificial fabric. In just a few seconds, it had shrunk from more than four meters tall to the size of a normal human.
This figure calmly put on a monocle for himself, had a slightly broad forehead and common black hair, and clicked his tongue.
"I thought you would go in person."
Amon glanced at his clone, still stuck in the darkness.
"I like adventure, but I don't like seeking death."
"If it's really the old guy who wakes up, I'd be happy to reminisce about the good old days and play a few games of hide-and-seek with him."
"But if it's another old immortal..." He smiled rather evilly, "I think you don't want to lose the last possibility of having your own personality and pursuing your own hobbies, right?"
Amon, who was not wearing a hat and wore a very simple robe, thought for a moment and agreed.
"It's actually much safer to do this."
But then, He found the loopholes in Amon's original words and expressed his dissatisfaction.
"You did avoid the possibility of us being killed in one fell swoop by the old immortal, but what should I do?"
"You can pursue your hobbies and find happiness, but I am truly dead."
He skillfully added a sentence before the main body spoke.
"I think it's fair to call a referendum and leave the decision to fate."
This is a solemn ceremony that Amon will hold before every important action!
The original Amon was aware of this possibility, but he was not angry. He still maintained the same smile that had never changed for thousands of years and clapped his hands.
"Of course, but..."
He smiled and pointed to the distant fire that was already very close.
"There is not enough time, and of course such an important task must be handed over to lucky people. If it is a vote, if it can be voted out, I think it will have brought the unknown half of the results to a bad ending."
For a moment of silence, the two Amon's faces showed malicious smiles at the same time.
The darkness where the body is located is completely reduced to a vacancy on the biological visual level, which is filled by a secret legacy of divine power. Only the poorly dressed Amon clone is left, extending his palm to the approaching human team.
Among the daily patrols in Silver City, Derrick, who was truly out hunting and exploring for the first time, was fully focused and tense. He was holding his only weapon, and his eyes were constantly wandering between the darkness around him and the torch on his left hand.
Suddenly, he saw the captain at the front raised his arm, and the advancing team immediately stopped. Everyone became more nervous and assumed a fighting posture.
The "Dawn Knight" in the sixth sequence of the "Warrior" path clenched the fist of his raised arm, and a ball of brilliance that blended orange and gold at dawn instantly illuminated the front.
It was the skeleton of a giant, and it had recently lost its warmth.
Are there more powerful monsters hunting nearby?
This is the first thought of the team leader "Dawn Knight".
Even though there were no wounds on the giant's bones and the giant's corpse did not exude an evil aura, he still did not relax his vigilance.
As an experienced "warrior", he has encountered more than one kind of monster that can kill its prey silently.
There are no alien settlements nearby. Are they ordinary ghosts or "revengeful spirits"?
"Dawn Knight" stared at the darkness in front of him. The color of dawn silently expanded to the limit and lasted for two seconds.
During this process, he looked at the soil, the air, and the giant's bones that he illuminated, but nothing abnormal happened.
"...Keep moving." "Dawn Knight" gave the order unsteadily, and the entire team took action again.
When passing the giant skeleton, he took the initiative to stand on the left side of the team and glanced at the center of the skeleton. UUkanshu www.uukanｽｈhu.net
"etc."
"Dawn Knight" stopped again, and used the sword blade solidified by dawn to tear open the ribs of the giant's corpse. From the cavity of the corpse's chest and abdomen, he took out a "Dawn Knight" that gave people a heavy feeling and exuded a purer brilliance of dawn. gem".
One corresponds to the characteristics of "Guardian".
There was no contamination left... "Dawn Knight" shook his head and handed the characteristics to his companions behind him for safekeeping. He didn't think about it anymore and continued his patrol mission.
Derrick witnessed the whole process and didn't quite understand the several orders and actions given by the captain just now.
"Are you thinking that since the contribution points are enough anyway, why doesn't the captain leave the characteristics on the corpse himself?"
Derrick was startled by the sudden sound in his ears. He looked around with a torch and long sword, only to realize that the speaker was a "magician" named Samael from the same team. He was the voice of the entire Silver City. Extraordinary people on the "divineer" path are all very rare.
He nodded and spoke honestly.
"Why?"
He approached the "singer" in front of him who was said to have been blessed by the "God of Mysteries" and saved a large number of compatriots. He pinched the socket of his right eye and showed a malicious smile.
"Because he suspected he was contaminated."
Amon did not dare to directly parasitize Derrick. The plot of directly ascending to Origin Castle in the original book would not appear in this form. He needed to confirm the situation. Before that, with Amon's character, he did not dare to take action.
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Chapter 15 Longwei
Chapter 99 Longwei
"Because he suspected he was contaminated."
"ah?"
Seeing Samor's malicious smile, Derrick screamed out in fear. The surrounding team suddenly stopped and looked towards the middle of his team with weapons raised.
"No, it's okay, I saw it wrong." Derrick glanced at "Dawn Knight" cringingly and nodded apologetically.
"Dawn Knight" took a deep look at Derrick, habitually checked the surroundings, and whispered:
"This is your first time coming to the outskirts of the city-state. It's understandable."
The brilliance of dawn on the sword in his hand was even more dazzling. He scanned it and found nothing unusual, and immediately continued to order the team to move forward.
"Don't make such nasty jokes!" Derrick lowered his head in shame and suddenly shouted to his side.
He was startled by Samor's words just now, and now he remembered that this "magician" was a famous prankster in the city-state. He liked to use exaggerated movements and harmless lies to tease his companions, and he also had the reputation of pursuing. The Lord's will is seeking new ways to play.
Samor shook his head indifferently, showing no sign of repentance.
He looked at the back of Derrick's right hand and said meaningfully:
"Pollution, it's always hidden. I'm just telling my guess. What if the truth happens to be revealed?"
...
In the East District of Backlund, near the pier, Klein mingled with other bounty hunters, waiting for the bartender to paste more notices with commissions on the wall.
In the past day and a half, the "Red Gloves" have given up the blockade of Cullen Bar. Mr. A said that this is because the Church of the Night has also realized that there may be "devils" hiding among the members of the "Rose School" in Backlund, deliberately The intensity of the inspection was relaxed, hoping that in this way, the "devil's" malicious perception would be paralyzed, so that next time the core members who could not be caught last time could be caught.
They failed to seal what happened in Cullen's Bar. Reporters from major newspapers seemed to have a pathological obsession with all the negative news that happened in the East End. Even if the "Red Gloves" brought out the name of MI9, these gangs would only ask questions. The "questioner" still tried every means to persuade a group of East District residents to work for him.
For the price of one or two soles, they can hire a child who has no food to eat to actively provoke the "Red Gloves" and cause trouble for the people of the Church of the Night and the government.
Thanks to them, the news of the collapse of the Zmange Party quickly spread throughout Backlund and reached the ears of the nobles and bankers in the West District.
It was the first time that Klein had so much ill will towards a reporter.
Alas, although the Zimenger Party has temporarily ceased to exist, Meursault took away all the important things in the gang when he left, including the goods that Baron Sindelas hoped to get. If Meursault cannot be found within two days, My whereabouts, I am afraid that I will be the first to be liquidated for this... He currently holds the Southwell beer in his mouth, and there is an annoying noise in his ears.
Although the lunatics of the "Rose School" like to indulge, they have no procrastination in doing things. They pursue "Whoever they want to die today, it is impossible to let him live to see the sun tomorrow"... Jerry ·Zarath's words are still in his ears. Klein did not activate the "Yellow-Black Eyes" or turn on his spiritual vision. Except for the black iron badge hidden under the skin of his palm and combined with his own flesh and blood, everything else behaved like a normal person. No different.
He relaxed his vigilance, and even blocked part of his memory with the help of Mr. A, planting hints, just waiting for the "revengeful souls" and "demons" to come.
In the Bounty Hunter Bar in the dock area, the bartender with fairly decent features held a piece of tan paper with different requirements written in different fonts.
The bartender put aside the people in front of him, took a pair of iron pliers, and looked at the wall on the west side of the bar for a while. Then he used the pliers to tear off some dusty notices and replaced them with the ones just written in his hand. New commission coming soon.
Anyway, there was nothing to do, so Klein, like a real bounty hunter, simply joined the work force and looked for a commission that suited him.
There are everything from the most basic missing person notices to more demanding follow-up investigations. Among them, the one that attracts Klein more is a "reward" that is incompatible with the surrounding commissions and has obvious gang markings.
The reward notice had a black border, a simple description written in print, and the most attractive reward worth one hundred pounds for a clue...
However, these are not the points that attract Klein. What really attracts his attention is the portrait that occupies a large blank space in the center of the bounty. It seems to be drawn with a pencil, and the details are comparable to a photo.
He has a full forehead, neatly combed back black hair, and a pair of eyes covered by round-framed glasses...
Is this Lanruth? Klein leaned forward, stretched out his neck, and opened his eyes to the limit.
His hands, which were resting on the table and holding the wine glass, were shaking uncontrollably. The veins on the back of his hands were bulging out, and his fingertips and joints were turning white from the exertion, which made people doubt that the table in his hands was made of inferior wood. , the cup will be crushed to pieces in the next moment.
Be calm, calm, and don't be too emotional, otherwise you may be used by the "devil"... Klein's reason reminded him over and over again.
He breathed heavily, the "Joker" ability restrained his muscles that twitched with excitement, and slowly let go of his hands.
Klein's head was lowered and his eyes were staring at the ground. After a few seconds, he suddenly returned to normal.
There was a fake smile on his lips. Seeing that no one nearby noticed his gaffe, he patted the person closest to him.
"Sir, what's the reward on the wall?" He pointed to the west side.
The bounty hunter he asked looked like he was in his forties or fifties, with a square face that didn't match his thin figure.
The man glanced at the direction Klein was pointing, with a vague expression of fear.
"Don't you know?"
"The bounties decorated with black stripes are all posted by people from the Whir Party. I advise you not to mess with them."
Klein didn't understand what the man meant and couldn't help but ask:
"Isn't it okay to just accept the commission?"
The man shook his head and didn't want to say more. He hesitated for a second or two, looked at Klein's face, and suspected that he was new, so he persuaded:
"Of course the Philip Party will not do anything excessive, as long as you don't owe them money and don't look for trouble... In fact, they are pretty good, I mean better than the police. After all, if you have trouble, go to the Philip Party." The party may still be able to solve the problem, but calling the police won't..."
"But don't have any unrealistic illusions about the mandate of the Philip Party just because of what I said."
The man exhaled and lowered his voice:
"There are big figures behind the Whirlpool Party, and the commissions they release are usually very dangerous. At least in the more than ten years I have been working, I have only seen Miss Dilcha complete their commissions."
"Miss Dilcha?" Klein repeated.
Who is this? Is it some extraordinary person active in the East District?
Seeing that Klein didn't know the existence of Miss Dilcha, the man firmly believed in his heart that the guy in front of him was a newcomer, and continued:
"Miss Dilcha is our famous arbiter. If you encounter something unfair in the future, if it is not serious enough to endanger your life, or if you mess with a big shot, you can go to her."
Famous Arbitrator...is this Miss Dilcha a real "arbiter"?
Klein nodded perfunctorily, his eyes lingering on Lanervus's reward order for a moment longer, and then he looked out the window.
For an "arbiter" who can make a name for himself in the Eastern District, it is hard not to think of "acting".
But normally, it is difficult for wild Extraordinary people to know the existence of "acting method". Many of them do not even know the existence of Extraordinary characteristics. Even more serious cases, they may not necessarily know which category they belong to before they get in-depth contact with underground gatherings. way.
This doesn't make sense... Klein stared at the scarlet blood moon outside the window. Suddenly he felt a little tight in his chest, as if he was breathing in fresh air, so he got up and walked out of the bar.
The "Arbiter" path is controlled by the royal family, and almost no formulas or characteristics have been leaked. If Miss Dilcha is from MI9 or the military, then she does not need to play the role of a bounty hunter in the East District. She can completely play a normal role. police station position, which is safer.
Maybe there is a chance to get to know this Miss Dilcha... Klein walked unsuspectingly on the messy and dirty streets of the East District. As he walked farther and farther, his figure gradually merged into the choking light yellow mist. , the beach used for stacking goods on the pier.
From the time he left Tingen until now, Mr. A has not given him any news about Lanerwus. Instead, he first saw the face of his enemy on the reward order in the East District.
Lanervus should still have the power of the true creator in his body. It is only a matter of time before Aurora will find him, and there should not be no news at all.
An intelligence agency that can bring chaos to the Northern Continent cannot be inferior to the local snakes in the East District... There is a big shot behind the Fei Party... Klein rubbed his chin and squinted slightly. Open your eyes.
He thought of two possibilities.
It's just that although the Aurora Society has determined the whereabouts of Lanrevus, they cannot directly take action due to the divine power of the true creator in him, so as not to expand the impact and attract the attention of Loen officials.
The second is that Mr. A deliberately concealed the actions against Lanerwus from Klein.
In any case, I can intervene in this matter through the channels of the Philistine Party. As one of the few people who has completed the commission of the Philistine Party alive, Miss Dilcha may be able to get some clues by contacting her... .
On the sand covered in scarlet waves, Klein was instantly nailed to the spot.
It was as if he had walked into a strange circle where time had stopped. His front feet had just stepped out to touch the ground, and the heels of his back feet were slightly raised. He maintained the walking posture without any movement. Only the exposed skin on the back of his hands and neck could stand upright from the roots. There was a little evidence on his hair that he was still alive.
Klein's thoughts suddenly solidified. His pale, almost colorless eyes reflected a figure wearing a feathered cowboy hat and a leather jacket.
He was unknowingly possessed by a "ghost spirit"!
In the crimson surging shadow, the broken moonlight condensed into a pool of blood. The "devil" with an abnormally long body and covered with scales crawled out from the corner with its arms and legs covered in blood made of moonlight.
His eyes were almost full of vicious resentment, yellow liquid sulfur dripped from between his sharp teeth, and his cheeks on both sides bulged and deflated, as if something was brewing.
Who are they? Klein sluggishly distinguished the two figures reflected on his eye masks, and the one covered in his memory slowly revealed his true appearance.
Detailed memories about "demons" and "revengeful spirits" welled up from the depths of the soul, and together with the shadows everywhere on the sand, surged wildly, revealing the hidden truth.
An illusory and unreal shadow suddenly separated from Klein's body, and the "resentful soul" closed his eyes as if he had lost consciousness.
Seizing this opportunity, Klein couldn't wait for his thinking speed to return to normal, so he instinctively snapped his fingers and jumped to a figure through the flames.
Jerry Zaratul had a badge depicting a wolf's head hanging on his wrist. With a smile on his lips, he saluted the "resentful soul" that broke free from the dream.
Mr. A, who had been hiding in the shadows near Klein since this morning, stepped out of the shadows, wearing his classic blood-colored robe, and walked up to Klein.
Seeing this, the "devil" who was brewing his breath subconsciously took two steps back.
The "resentful soul" escaped from the dream and flew back to the "devil". Feeling the glare from his companions, the "devil" couldn't help but doubt his life.
He didn't feel any malice, nor did he feel the destructive power - if the people of the Aurora Society used a level 1 sealed object to hide from his perception, then he should have dreamed of the revelation from the mother tree.
Today is the blood moon, which is a symbol of the strength of the mother tree!
"Look, I said this method is feasible. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net"
Beside Klein, Jerry Zaratul stared at the direction in which the "Wraith Spirit" was floating, and shrugged lightly with a smile.
"As long as you close part of your memory and cognition and don't think about aspects that are harmful to them, you won't be malicious and won't be caught."
"In the same way, like you, I don't have A's talent of being able to completely empty other things in his mind when he enters a state of prayer. He can also close some memories so that they can't discover us at all."
Jerry nodded slightly at Mr. A's inquiring gaze, the corners of his mouth curved with sarcasm, and the badge on his wrist lit up the pattern again.
Klein suddenly felt a heat in the palm of his right hand, and the voice of Jerry Zaratul reached his ears out of thin air.
"Cover your ears."
Cover your ears? Isn't this in the plan?
However, Klein still covered his ears honestly. At the same time, the translucent layer of "squirming hunger" on his left hand seemed to feel something. The layers of golden scales turned and made the same move as Mr. A.
Mr. A's blood-colored pupils stretched upward and downward, and a pair of cold golden vertical pupils wrapped around the two figures on the opposite side and tightened suddenly.
While the power of the dream affects the "resentful souls" and "demons", the pressure of the dragon is chasing after the fragments of the dream.
The crazy mind of the "psychiatrist", Long Wei.
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Chapter 16: 1 wave of unrest
Chapter 100 A wave of unrest
An invisible wave took Mr. A and Klein as the source and swept around.
Longwei, who originated from the "psychiatrist", stirred up the fears buried deep in the subconscious ocean, and threw the filthiest and craziest thoughts in life to the "resentful spirits" and "devils".
These thoughts multiplied rapidly under the assimilation of the blood-red moonlight. The "resentful souls" and "devils" who originally advocated indulgence did not go crazy, but stayed in place sluggishly.
The fullness of the blood moon was reflected in their eyes, and the original color of their pupils was swallowed up bit by bit by the shadow of the moon. The public malice caused their bodies to become distorted. In just a few seconds, there were no traces of humans on the sand, leaving only the cold corpses. The werewolves howled at the moon, and the half-man, half-lizard monster banged its head against the ground.
The "psychiatrist" Long Wei didn't work?
Shouldn't frenzy be a debuff? Why do you feel like people from the "Rose School" are suddenly allowed to start the second stage?
The "creeping hunger" resonates with the soul of Mr. A's driver, and the surface is covered with dark golden fine scales.
Klein, whose dark brown eyes temporarily turned into vertical pupils, looked at the "Wraith Spirit" and "Werewolf" who had no sense left and had completely transformed into monsters. He saw that the "Demon" who was discovering the restlessness in his heart suddenly looked at him. There was no trace of madness in the blood-stained eyeballs, but instead they were extremely cold and calm.
That "devil" actually still retains his sanity!
Klein subconsciously wanted to switch the grazing target and attract the holy light, but the "devil's" curse was obviously faster than him.
As soon as the brown pupils returned to their original shape, the shock hidden in them was forever fixed on the crystal ball.
The "Magician's" body was suddenly filled with strong pollution, bulging like a balloon. The fragile skin could not withstand the sudden increase in pressure, and cracked into tiny marks.
The next moment, countless black lights lit up under the cracks, and the entangled blade of light and shadow exploded inside Klein, instantly blowing him into a puddle of flesh.
Mr. A ignored all this, as if he didn't see it, and took a step forward calmly. When he reappeared, he was already beside the "resentful soul".
Facing the werewolf who was more than two meters tall, he decisively nearly doubled his body size and switched to the soul of herding. The dawn pierced the darkness, and the armor and broadsword were about to take shape.
However, the reaction of the "Resentful Soul" was obviously no slower than his. Even the moment Mr. A appeared, the werewolf-shaped "Resentful Soul" made a cunning move and attacked Mr. A's head from two directions.
The strongest men on both sides gave up fancy techniques and chose the most primitive and most effective hand-to-hand combat!
At the same time, the rotten flesh on the ground instantly lost its thickness and turned into pieces of confetti, revealing corrosive black spots in the moonlight, rapidly weathering and blending into the sand.
Two fires ignited in no particular order at the same time. The "Magician" stood on the other side of the "Devil" intact, bowing politely and apologizing for his companion who suddenly disappeared.
The "Devil"'s gaze vigilantly passed over the direction where Jerry Zaratul disappeared, and he roared without warning.
This roar was accompanied by a half-moon-shaped sulfur, and accompanied by a fan-shaped flame that was only larger than the former, and actually ignited the entire beach at once.
As it approached, this kind of human reptile was mumbling words, and its front paws, which were weaker than its kind, quickly traced some kind of words on the sand that only "devils" could understand.
"Corrosion!"
"Slow!"
The flames all over the sand suddenly became dark, and the sulfur liquid originally used as a combustion accelerant was no longer consumed by the flames. Instead, it remained in a liquid state and gathered into several strands, swimming and sneaking in the flames like long snakes.
Ambush curses and brimstone in the flames to prevent the "magician" from using flame jumps to close the distance?
Because we couldn't find Jerry Zaratul's location, and we were afraid that I would use the ability of the Sun Realm with "Creep Hunger", so we just used such an extreme method to destroy each other's ability to move?
Klein stretched out his left hand, which was like gold, and listened to Jerry's instructions with the help of the black iron badge, and lightning burst out from his eyes.
Since the "devil" doesn't want him to pass by, then force him to take the initiative to get closer!
The half-lizard, who was still reciting "blasphemy" silently and trying to communicate with a certain high-ranking demon, burst out with a scream.
But he didn't fall to the ground and roll around, but just stopped what he was doing. On the contrary, with the blessing of the blood moon, the half-lizard "demon" gained a new understanding of the pain that appeared in the body, and the soul was satisfied. Yu Sushuang made him shiver unconsciously, and his twitching front paws inadvertently erased half of the honorary name he had finally written on the sand.
Klein took advantage of this opportunity and took a step back into the darkness. The gold on the surface of his left hand turned into the same color as the background, and a layer of dreamy blue appeared in his eyes.
The illusory mouth on the inside of his left hand quietly closed, controlling the "Nightmare" characteristic on behalf of the user, pulling the only target into a dream.
Klein felt the sense of mental fragmentation caused by the special seal in his hand. He felt that half of his body was stepping on reality, while the other side had sunk into illusion.
In the dream, a lizard-like "devil" curled up cautiously, spread its wings that had been converging on the surface of the body, and quickly created several sulfur fireballs and threw them into the endless darkness around it.
He looked around in confusion at the dreamland that was empty except for himself, spitting out sulfur tentatively and roaring.
But no matter how hard he tried, the "devil", who was born with a sensitivity to malice, remained abnormally silent. It seemed that the "magician" did not want to use dreams to make up for the distance separated by the barrier he created in reality and create a turning point. .
However, due to the "devil's" natural suspicion, even though he did not feel any signs of approaching danger, the lizard-like monster still spit out words full of profanity.
The filthy corrosion splashed onto the boundless darkness, and the entire dream was forced to begin to structure, and the dream world shook violently.
In reality, Klein looked at the "devil" who was about to regain consciousness, listened for a moment, and nodded approvingly.
In the gray field of vision, he waited for another layer of gauze floating above the head of the "devil" to attach to the layer that was about to disappear. Seeing the two layers of dreams overlap, he quickly closed his five fingers and easily absorbed a few illusory black threads. in hand.
The "demon" trapped in the dream frowned instinctively and wanted to struggle. However, under the control of two layers of "nightmare", he could only do this and could no longer resist.
"In fact, before the North family's belief completely shifted from the 'Dark Side of the Universe' to the 'Mother Tree of Desire,' the 'demons' were one of the most difficult ways to kill."
Klein heard a chuckle in his ears, teasing and taunting, and his peripheral vision dimmed a little.
The hem of Jerry Zaratul's pure white formal clothes still retains the warmth of flames. He slowly arranges the light gray gloves on his hands. The wolf head badge wrapped around his wrist flickers like his master. Just as cynical.
"Do you know why A changed the plan temporarily?" Jerry pointed to the sky, "The blood moon is a natural grace for the believers of the 'Mother Tree of Desire'. You should still remember what I said about its influence on believers."
"The evaporation of reason strengthens the power, and they complete the sacrifice crazily under the gaze of God. The believers of the 'Rose School' under the blood moon are like mental patients with no developed body. Although they are naturally immune to spiritual power despite the absence of reason. The impact, but the residual impact of the mental attack cannot be ignored. It is just a very short period of madness that temporarily obscures the signs, so it seems that there is no weakness."
"...Once the effects accumulate, it will paralyze their original keen sense of danger..." Jerry Zaratul flicked the flame on his finger and lit a cigarette for himself comfortably.
"You can't turn him into a marionette by relying on the sealed artifact alone." He raised his chin towards the "devil" who was struggling again, and held the remaining cigarette and handed it to Klein, "Do you need help?"
Smoking, drinking, gambling and kidnapping, you are really proficient in everything... Klein shook his head coldly and refused. He shook his left hand, which was already blooming with pure brilliance, and made a gesture of embracing the sun towards the blood moon.
A huge amount of pure spirituality poured down from the "Devil's" head, easily shattering the threads between dreams and spiritual bodies that restricted the "Devil's" thinking, and at the same time piercing his soul.
Klein looked at the deformed limbs and heads that were constantly beating on the surface of the light beam. The five fingers of his hands were firmly pressed into the air, and his arms were subconsciously compressed inward, pouring more spirituality into the ability being used through grazing.
The fire of the sun mercilessly burns the evil, and the fiery warmth washes away the "evil's" body and soul from the inside out.
The half-lizard, half-human monster howled in pain. His limbs had lost their sharp claws, leaving only the outlines of bones and muscles.
But even so, he was still struggling with all his strength, trying to leave traces on the surface of the sacred light pillar that landed out of thin air.
The hard dark purple scales quickly carbonized, and the black skin was torn off and peeled off by invisible hands... The light from the sun exerted full power in the face of pure evil, and with a chant, this natural The falling light from heaven finally extinguished, and the coquettish blood-red color once again occupied the earth.
The charred bones fell scattered from the air to the ground, and the dark golden halo spread invisible.
Under the protection of the "solar halo", Klein passed through the flame wall burning with sulfur and curses. His movements did not slow down, and no corroded black spots appeared on his body.
Under the breath of the sun, the arrangements left by the "devil" lost their effect. He and Jerry Zaratul, who was also shrouded in a halo, looked at the place where the dawn broke out.
The fragments of light churning with flesh and blood were attracted to the sword hilt at the center of the storm, and the pieces were tightly glued along the edges, and reshaped into a silver-white broad sword.
Mr. A, who was nearly 2.5 meters tall and fully armored, still had the same indifferent expression. He twisted his hands on the hilt of the sword, drove the lower silver sword blade, and easily opened a big hole in the chest of "Wraith Soul".
Thanks to being the number one divine envoy, with rich combat experience and "Shepherd"'s comprehensive abilities, there should be very few demigods who can pose a threat to Mr. A...
I was assisted by Jerry Zaratul, and I happened to have the ability to restrain the "demon", so I was a little faster than Mr. A.
If I didn't have a special status in Tingen and the two of them didn't have any scruples to show their true nature, I'm afraid Tingen's ending would have been even more tragic than it is now... Seeing that the last enemy had been eliminated, Klein couldn't help but He breathed a sigh of relief, waited patiently for a while, then bent down and searched among the charred bones at his feet, and sure enough he touched a hard lump with a different feel.
He looked at the "gem" in his hand, which seemed to maintain the dual appearance of fluidity and hardness after solidification of silt, and handed it to Jerry Zaratul who was standing aside.
"I want to retain the ability to sense malicious intent as much as possible."
"I will convey your request to the 'craftsman', but it depends on the mood of the craftsman and the status of the characteristics of this piece." Jerry Zarath put out his cigarette butt and pointed at the half-body body brought by Mr. A.
The body that originally belonged to the "resentful soul" has had its spiritual body taken away, leaving only a pool of useless flesh and blood. Although it does not meet the standards of delicious food in the eyes of "Creep Hungry", it is still better than being hungry.
Under Glove's implicit urging, Klein nodded slightly with understanding and immediately opened his left hand.
Smelling the smell of blood, the "creeping hunger" couldn't stop shaking its body. The translucent flesh membrane trembled regularly, and it opened the illusory mouth that existed in the palm of its hand.
Listening to the terrifying sound of devouring flesh and blood coming from beneath him, Klein asked the gloomy-looking Mr. A:
"What's wrong?"
"The influence of the 'Rose School' has not been completely dealt with." Mr. A's beautiful face was covered with clouds.
Jerry glanced at everything related to his faith and found his companions with obvious perfectionist tendencies. After thinking for a moment, he recalled the details of the battle with the "demon" just now, and an uncontrollable expectation rose in his eyes.
"UU Kanshu www.uukaｎshu.netｔYou mean, they really have a demigod hiding in Backlund?"
Mr. A answered the question with a complicated expression and actions.
The demigod of the "Rose School"... is it a "puppet" or a "devil"?
Klein stroked the "squirming hunger" that had eaten and drank enough to satisfy the hiccups, and felt a little unsure.
What a pity, I am only Sequence Seven and preparing to be promoted to Sequence Six, why did I get into trouble with a demigod again... He glanced at Jerry, who was a little more serious, and couldn't help but think of what the "Faceless Man" had mentioned. A mysterious figure - a "haunted spirit" favored by a certain big shot.
The current situation is obviously beyond the control of Mr. A. Although as a divine envoy, he also has the ability to participate in events involving divinity. Unfortunately, in Backlund, besides him, there are saints and even angels, such as Such information involving the enemy demigod must be reported to superiors first.
And whether it is "Puppet" or "Devil", these two paths are likely to be adjacent... The mysterious "Wraith" will most likely participate in the action in order to obtain the characteristics needed for promotion... ....Klein only felt a sense of ridicule from fate.
No matter what he wants to reject or avoid, these things will eventually break into his life in another way and destroy the original trajectory.
Klein felt the complexity in Mr. A's eyes, and inexplicably felt that the two of them were thinking about the same possibility. He sighed helplessly:
"Let's channel it first. I still need to find Meursault and get back the lost goods of Baron Sindras."
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