Audrey, who had already agreed on an emergency contact with Hugh and Forth, quickly conveyed the tips of Mr. Fool to the two ladies through the golden retriever Susie as information she had learned from other sources.
In the corner of an old church, Hugh opened a paper ball while thinking about how to confirm the identity of Ranrus and how to create chaos, and seized the opportunity to avenge Williams.
...No need to confirm, that is Llanus?Xiu's eyes suddenly widened and hurriedly swept over the following content, and saw clearly written on the paper:
Only inform the Church of the Goddess of the Night.
Remind them that Lanceus has the divine nature of the ‘real creator’ in him.
Divine nature?The divinity of the ‘true creator’?Xiu blurted out and looked at the golden retriever dog in front of him in shock, and found that the other party was also confused.
What?As Fors listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He hurriedly picked up the paper and read it quickly.
After a moment, she stammered her lips, not knowing whether to smile or say angrily:
Is this kidding?
How did we incorporate events related to evil gods and divinity?
This is just a cunning fraudster worth £200!
Regarding Forth's question, Susie can only use innocent eyes to express that I am just a dog, and I don't know what's going on.
Fors didn't expect a dog to answer her doubts, and she turned her head and said to Xiu:
Miss Audrey is probably not as naive and simple as we imagined, and she has many secrets.
This may be a game between the nobles and the church and the cult organizations.
However, it can be clearly seen that she didn't know about divinity before, and she was also used by others, well... the person who used her may be her father, Earl Hall.
Fortunately, the matter has ended here, you don’t have to take risks anymore. After asking someone to inform you, you can receive the reward with peace of mind.
Xiu was stunned and said:
It's Ah...
Hope, I hope the night watchmen can help Williams revenge. They are so powerful, they are sure to be able to...
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head and looked to the side, saying as if she was talking to herself:
I'm still too weak.
Too weak...
Xiu raised his hand suddenly and covered his mouth and nose.
…………
I am still too weak... Otherwise I would choose to take revenge with myself, but now I can only settle for the second best... Not to mention the giants around Ranlus and the hidden helpers, I should not be able to deal with him who has obtained divinity... As long as I receive information and at the speed of the night watchman's reaction, I should take action tonight. The Parish of Beckland is second only to the church headquarters. There are many seals and many strong people, and there is no need to wait for additional helpers... After explaining the matter, Klein returned to the real world, put on a beard, changed his hairstyle, and stared at the mirror for several minutes.
He was a little expectant, excited, and melancholy and powerless.
Before evening came, he left the Krague Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he went to the grocery market and found a stall with good business and very busy business. He bought a few masks, including a clown's.
He decided to go and watch the action of capturing Ranrus tonight!
He wants to watch the other party pay the price for the previous madness!
Of course, with his strength, he must be able to look far and far away, and he does not even have the right to get close.
By 11 o'clock, by the time many people had entered their dreams, Klein changed into a gray-blue worker uniform and disguised himself as he did last night. Then he put on his cap and walked around a few streets away, took a taxi carriage to the Beckland Bridge area.
When he got there, he changed to walking and arrived at the East Bailang Dock.
His interview question yesterday included questions such as where he currently lives, how is the surrounding environment, and so he knew very well that the night of Ranhös would be in the dormitory provided by the Dockworkers Association.
However, Klein did not get close there, and was cautiously bypassed, aiming to be the bell tower of the East Bayron Dock.
In Beckland, in addition to the large churches with towering iconic bell towers, many government buildings will also be equipped with one extra, not necessarily too high, not necessarily magnificent, not necessarily gorgeous, and mainly practical, such as this one in Dongbailang Dock.
Compared with the three-story building around it, it is like a giant, towering into the night and looking down at the area.
Klein easily rolled into the inside of the bell tower, followed the endless stairs hovering upwards, and quickly moved forward in the darkness.
Finally, he arrived at his destination, above the huge wall clock, surrounded by a dark yellow fence, and above his head was a spire that could be touched by his hand.
A few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, distinguished his position, and looked out to the dormitory of the Dock Union.
It was a two-story building with red bricks and occasionally passing pedestrians were approaching the black spots in Klein's eyes.
He stared at him for a few seconds, took a step back, and became more integrated into the darkness.
At the same time, he took out the newly bought mask and put it on his face.
This is a clown with a high corner of his mouth and a red oil painted on his nose.
Happy clown.
…………
Klein just wore a clown mask like that, standing in the rich darkness, waiting patiently for the scheduled good show.
This wait took two hours.
When the pointer of the large wall clock below passed 1 o'clock, he suddenly saw something flying from afar.
It was a huge airship with dark black paint!
If it weren't for the meager moonlight, it would be inseparable from the night. It would not make an exaggerated mechanical roar like the one described in newspapers and magazines. Its paddles rotate quietly, and it was as quiet as a vulture that had found its prey but had not yet found a chance.
The solid and light alloy supports the cotton skeleton, and the box with machine muzzle, throwing mouth and muzzle hanging below is hung, which is full of deterrence at first glance.
There is no sound... This is a temporary treatment with extraordinary means, right?Crane, wearing a clown mask, looked at the slowly descending airship and had some guesses in her mind.
At this moment, his biggest confusion was that a small-scale extraordinary battle in densely populated areas actually sent airships!
Aren’t you afraid of hurting the surrounding citizens on a large scale?Aren't you afraid of panic?
Soon, the airship was suspended in the air about 10 meters, so Klein didn't have to worry about being discovered. His position was much higher than this!
Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a guess, that is, most airships would not enter the battle, but would monitor the scene in a way that would control air, providing a better perspective for the operators to prevent accidents and possible escape from the target.
At this time, three figures wearing black windbreakers quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick red building.
The leader was not wearing a hat, had a very short shaved golden brown hair, and dark green eyes that were as deep as a lake without wind and light.
The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were high and his palms were covered with a layer of bright red gloves!
And a suitcase made of silver and white metal was wrapping around his left hand through a chain of the same color.
This is Crestessima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Night Goddess Church, who is also one of the three giants in the Red Gloves team, and this time happened to be in Beckland.
Sesimma looked forward and turned her head to the subordinate on her left and said:
Use seal ‘163’.
Yes, Lord Sesimma.The night-time man squatted down halfway and helped Sesima untie the chain wrapped around the silver suitcase.
During the whole process, Crestessima's muscles were very tight, as if they were fighting against something.
The night-time master on the left took a breath silently and pressed it down suddenly, causing illusory ripples to crack on the surface of the silver-white box.
The light around suddenly disappeared, as if all had been sucked into the box. A bone sword less than one meter emitted a moist, pure white light, and slowly floated.
Its sword body holds a quaint silver-plated mirror.
The scenes reflected in the mirror are layer after layer, constantly superimposing, with no end.
The night watcher on the left picked up the mirror and pointed it at the brick-red building.
The building is clearly reflected in it, and nothing seems to have changed.
But Sesima slowly breathed, stretched out her left hand, and held the bone sword less than a meter.
The surrounding light recovered a little.
Let's go in.He took a step and approached the entrance of the brick red building.
The three night-time people opened the door and entered the gloomy and dim house, pointing directly to the stairs leading to the second floor.
Just then, a tall but thin figure appeared in the shadows of the corner, wearing a black priest suit, with pale yellow and slightly curly hair and beastly dark brown eyes.
Are you the Goddess Sword?The giant, close to two meters, spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, his right palm suddenly clamped.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The union staff in this small brick red building exploded one by one in their sleep, and they didn't even have time to scream.
Their bodies were split into pieces and turned into sticky and rich flesh and blood, half rushing towards the giant, to weave a cloak that can resist spells and reduce damage, and half to condense into a giant blanket that can grow hair, covering the three night-time people.
Cresty Sesima just watched quietly and did nothing.
Silently, the flesh and blood dissipated and collapsed, falling like raindrops, but the floor did not dye it red.
In each room, figures appeared again and were still sleeping soundly.
This is the world in the mirror, only for the extraordinary. The flesh and blood bombs you preset in ordinary people's bodies are all illusory here.Sesimma handed the bone sword of the holy object in his right hand and raised it, with no light around him.
snort!The giant suddenly grabbed the left shoulder with his right palm, tear down his entire arm, and then threw it straight forward with blood and blood!
Boom!
His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a bloody rain in the sky and splashed at the three night watchmen.
At the same time, at the broken mouth of his left shoulder, the flesh and blood began to wriggle wildly, and a new arm slowly grew, with the bloody arm that was not yet covered with skin.
Slap!
Sizzle!
The blood-colored raindrops accurately avoided Sesima and others, fell to the floor, quickly corroding deep and black marks.
But no matter how hard they try, they are always a slight difference from the three night-worthy ones, just like destined.
My enemies are often not lucky enough.Cecima's mouth curled slightly, and her steps slipped, and she instantly flashed in front of the giant.
The giant's eyes narrowed, and his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into sticky flesh and blood, which quickly penetrated into the floor.
Sesimma knelt on one knee and inserted the bone sword in her hand into the ground.
No!
In the rich darkness, a roar containing pain and fear broke out in an instant, and was completely swallowed by peace and quiet.
Sesimma stood up straight, pulled out the bone sword, and saw a drop of dark red blood slowly falling at its tip, and on the floor, flesh and blood bleed out, solidifying into a desperate face, which was the giant with a slightly drooping corner of his mouth.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three shadows appeared in a row around Sesima, but they all fell for no reason and were forcibly pulled down by many invisible objects!
Bang!Bang!Bang!Another night-time man fired, and the silver bullet surface seemed to be engraved with the holy badge of the night.
Three attackers who were hiding in the shadows and trying to assassinate appeared, twitching and losing their breath.
‘Biography of Rose’, ‘Mencius’…people from the Aurora Society.Cecima frowned and said softly without turning to her companion. This is a bit wrong, it's very strange. You have to be careful.
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps, echoing in the tranquility and silence.
Immediately, he saw Ranhös, wearing a linen shirt and angular face walking down the dim stairs, his expression calm and quiet, without a trace of fear.
I am very confused. For Aurora, you should be a blasphemer. Why did they send someone to protect you?Sesima asked casually without notice.
Ranrus showed his iconic sarcasm and said:
This is very simple.
Because I am no longer pure Ranrus.
He paused, his eyes suddenly became cold:
I am even more, ‘The True Creator’ now!
He suddenly pulled open his linen shirt, revealing the part of the dark red flesh that had no skin between his chest and abdomen.
These flesh and blood are connected together to form a figure hanging upside down!
With a bang, the surrounding void glass shattered, and all the scenes collapsed.
This is the breath of the gods.
In the corner of an old church, Hugh opened a paper ball while thinking about how to confirm the identity of Ranrus and how to create chaos, and seized the opportunity to avenge Williams.
...No need to confirm, that is Llanus?Xiu's eyes suddenly widened and hurriedly swept over the following content, and saw clearly written on the paper:
Only inform the Church of the Goddess of the Night.
Remind them that Lanceus has the divine nature of the ‘real creator’ in him.
Divine nature?The divinity of the ‘true creator’?Xiu blurted out and looked at the golden retriever dog in front of him in shock, and found that the other party was also confused.
What?As Fors listened, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He hurriedly picked up the paper and read it quickly.
After a moment, she stammered her lips, not knowing whether to smile or say angrily:
Is this kidding?
How did we incorporate events related to evil gods and divinity?
This is just a cunning fraudster worth £200!
Regarding Forth's question, Susie can only use innocent eyes to express that I am just a dog, and I don't know what's going on.
Fors didn't expect a dog to answer her doubts, and she turned her head and said to Xiu:
Miss Audrey is probably not as naive and simple as we imagined, and she has many secrets.
This may be a game between the nobles and the church and the cult organizations.
However, it can be clearly seen that she didn't know about divinity before, and she was also used by others, well... the person who used her may be her father, Earl Hall.
Fortunately, the matter has ended here, you don’t have to take risks anymore. After asking someone to inform you, you can receive the reward with peace of mind.
Xiu was stunned and said:
It's Ah...
Hope, I hope the night watchmen can help Williams revenge. They are so powerful, they are sure to be able to...
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head and looked to the side, saying as if she was talking to herself:
I'm still too weak.
Too weak...
Xiu raised his hand suddenly and covered his mouth and nose.
…………
I am still too weak... Otherwise I would choose to take revenge with myself, but now I can only settle for the second best... Not to mention the giants around Ranlus and the hidden helpers, I should not be able to deal with him who has obtained divinity... As long as I receive information and at the speed of the night watchman's reaction, I should take action tonight. The Parish of Beckland is second only to the church headquarters. There are many seals and many strong people, and there is no need to wait for additional helpers... After explaining the matter, Klein returned to the real world, put on a beard, changed his hairstyle, and stared at the mirror for several minutes.
He was a little expectant, excited, and melancholy and powerless.
Before evening came, he left the Krague Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he went to the grocery market and found a stall with good business and very busy business. He bought a few masks, including a clown's.
He decided to go and watch the action of capturing Ranrus tonight!
He wants to watch the other party pay the price for the previous madness!
Of course, with his strength, he must be able to look far and far away, and he does not even have the right to get close.
By 11 o'clock, by the time many people had entered their dreams, Klein changed into a gray-blue worker uniform and disguised himself as he did last night. Then he put on his cap and walked around a few streets away, took a taxi carriage to the Beckland Bridge area.
When he got there, he changed to walking and arrived at the East Bailang Dock.
His interview question yesterday included questions such as where he currently lives, how is the surrounding environment, and so he knew very well that the night of Ranhös would be in the dormitory provided by the Dockworkers Association.
However, Klein did not get close there, and was cautiously bypassed, aiming to be the bell tower of the East Bayron Dock.
In Beckland, in addition to the large churches with towering iconic bell towers, many government buildings will also be equipped with one extra, not necessarily too high, not necessarily magnificent, not necessarily gorgeous, and mainly practical, such as this one in Dongbailang Dock.
Compared with the three-story building around it, it is like a giant, towering into the night and looking down at the area.
Klein easily rolled into the inside of the bell tower, followed the endless stairs hovering upwards, and quickly moved forward in the darkness.
Finally, he arrived at his destination, above the huge wall clock, surrounded by a dark yellow fence, and above his head was a spire that could be touched by his hand.
A few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, distinguished his position, and looked out to the dormitory of the Dock Union.
It was a two-story building with red bricks and occasionally passing pedestrians were approaching the black spots in Klein's eyes.
He stared at him for a few seconds, took a step back, and became more integrated into the darkness.
At the same time, he took out the newly bought mask and put it on his face.
This is a clown with a high corner of his mouth and a red oil painted on his nose.
Happy clown.
…………
Klein just wore a clown mask like that, standing in the rich darkness, waiting patiently for the scheduled good show.
This wait took two hours.
When the pointer of the large wall clock below passed 1 o'clock, he suddenly saw something flying from afar.
It was a huge airship with dark black paint!
If it weren't for the meager moonlight, it would be inseparable from the night. It would not make an exaggerated mechanical roar like the one described in newspapers and magazines. Its paddles rotate quietly, and it was as quiet as a vulture that had found its prey but had not yet found a chance.
The solid and light alloy supports the cotton skeleton, and the box with machine muzzle, throwing mouth and muzzle hanging below is hung, which is full of deterrence at first glance.
There is no sound... This is a temporary treatment with extraordinary means, right?Crane, wearing a clown mask, looked at the slowly descending airship and had some guesses in her mind.
At this moment, his biggest confusion was that a small-scale extraordinary battle in densely populated areas actually sent airships!
Aren’t you afraid of hurting the surrounding citizens on a large scale?Aren't you afraid of panic?
Soon, the airship was suspended in the air about 10 meters, so Klein didn't have to worry about being discovered. His position was much higher than this!
Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a guess, that is, most airships would not enter the battle, but would monitor the scene in a way that would control air, providing a better perspective for the operators to prevent accidents and possible escape from the target.
At this time, three figures wearing black windbreakers quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick red building.
The leader was not wearing a hat, had a very short shaved golden brown hair, and dark green eyes that were as deep as a lake without wind and light.
The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were high and his palms were covered with a layer of bright red gloves!
And a suitcase made of silver and white metal was wrapping around his left hand through a chain of the same color.
This is Crestessima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Night Goddess Church, who is also one of the three giants in the Red Gloves team, and this time happened to be in Beckland.
Sesimma looked forward and turned her head to the subordinate on her left and said:
Use seal ‘163’.
Yes, Lord Sesimma.The night-time man squatted down halfway and helped Sesima untie the chain wrapped around the silver suitcase.
During the whole process, Crestessima's muscles were very tight, as if they were fighting against something.
The night-time master on the left took a breath silently and pressed it down suddenly, causing illusory ripples to crack on the surface of the silver-white box.
The light around suddenly disappeared, as if all had been sucked into the box. A bone sword less than one meter emitted a moist, pure white light, and slowly floated.
Its sword body holds a quaint silver-plated mirror.
The scenes reflected in the mirror are layer after layer, constantly superimposing, with no end.
The night watcher on the left picked up the mirror and pointed it at the brick-red building.
The building is clearly reflected in it, and nothing seems to have changed.
But Sesima slowly breathed, stretched out her left hand, and held the bone sword less than a meter.
The surrounding light recovered a little.
Let's go in.He took a step and approached the entrance of the brick red building.
The three night-time people opened the door and entered the gloomy and dim house, pointing directly to the stairs leading to the second floor.
Just then, a tall but thin figure appeared in the shadows of the corner, wearing a black priest suit, with pale yellow and slightly curly hair and beastly dark brown eyes.
Are you the Goddess Sword?The giant, close to two meters, spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, his right palm suddenly clamped.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The union staff in this small brick red building exploded one by one in their sleep, and they didn't even have time to scream.
Their bodies were split into pieces and turned into sticky and rich flesh and blood, half rushing towards the giant, to weave a cloak that can resist spells and reduce damage, and half to condense into a giant blanket that can grow hair, covering the three night-time people.
Cresty Sesima just watched quietly and did nothing.
Silently, the flesh and blood dissipated and collapsed, falling like raindrops, but the floor did not dye it red.
In each room, figures appeared again and were still sleeping soundly.
This is the world in the mirror, only for the extraordinary. The flesh and blood bombs you preset in ordinary people's bodies are all illusory here.Sesimma handed the bone sword of the holy object in his right hand and raised it, with no light around him.
snort!The giant suddenly grabbed the left shoulder with his right palm, tear down his entire arm, and then threw it straight forward with blood and blood!
Boom!
His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a bloody rain in the sky and splashed at the three night watchmen.
At the same time, at the broken mouth of his left shoulder, the flesh and blood began to wriggle wildly, and a new arm slowly grew, with the bloody arm that was not yet covered with skin.
Slap!
Sizzle!
The blood-colored raindrops accurately avoided Sesima and others, fell to the floor, quickly corroding deep and black marks.
But no matter how hard they try, they are always a slight difference from the three night-worthy ones, just like destined.
My enemies are often not lucky enough.Cecima's mouth curled slightly, and her steps slipped, and she instantly flashed in front of the giant.
The giant's eyes narrowed, and his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into sticky flesh and blood, which quickly penetrated into the floor.
Sesimma knelt on one knee and inserted the bone sword in her hand into the ground.
No!
In the rich darkness, a roar containing pain and fear broke out in an instant, and was completely swallowed by peace and quiet.
Sesimma stood up straight, pulled out the bone sword, and saw a drop of dark red blood slowly falling at its tip, and on the floor, flesh and blood bleed out, solidifying into a desperate face, which was the giant with a slightly drooping corner of his mouth.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three shadows appeared in a row around Sesima, but they all fell for no reason and were forcibly pulled down by many invisible objects!
Bang!Bang!Bang!Another night-time man fired, and the silver bullet surface seemed to be engraved with the holy badge of the night.
Three attackers who were hiding in the shadows and trying to assassinate appeared, twitching and losing their breath.
‘Biography of Rose’, ‘Mencius’…people from the Aurora Society.Cecima frowned and said softly without turning to her companion. This is a bit wrong, it's very strange. You have to be careful.
Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps, echoing in the tranquility and silence.
Immediately, he saw Ranhös, wearing a linen shirt and angular face walking down the dim stairs, his expression calm and quiet, without a trace of fear.
I am very confused. For Aurora, you should be a blasphemer. Why did they send someone to protect you?Sesima asked casually without notice.
Ranrus showed his iconic sarcasm and said:
This is very simple.
Because I am no longer pure Ranrus.
He paused, his eyes suddenly became cold:
I am even more, ‘The True Creator’ now!
He suddenly pulled open his linen shirt, revealing the part of the dark red flesh that had no skin between his chest and abdomen.
These flesh and blood are connected together to form a figure hanging upside down!
With a bang, the surrounding void glass shattered, and all the scenes collapsed.
This is the breath of the gods.
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