The church in the West District is still majestic and quiet at night.
Since the wing template from Angel Dungeon is still used, the gliding effect is not very good.
Before the final payment, it fell from the sky in a slightly different way from a free fall and landed gracefully on the ground.
However, even in this low-key manner, it still did not attract any attention.
Not surprisingly, it was only a matter of time that the tall-hat elder who suffered serious injuries at his own hands was discovered.
I am afraid that many of the saints of the sect are currently searching in the overlapping realm set up by the vampires.
After landing, Fu Qian wasted no time at all. He snapped his fingers and launched the Blood Conquest. When he reappeared, he was already in the sight of a man and a woman leaning against each other.
The two of them even looked vaguely familiar, they were the same ones who were here yesterday.
As expected of a young man full of energy, he always goes out on time when visibility is low, regardless of whether it is dark or not.
In admiration, he jumped again before paying.
And just like yesterday, until he was far away, the couple still didn't realize what they had just seen.
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As expected, the defense was not very tight.
The place where I work the night shift is, of course, the art museum where I currently work.
As expected, the building was completely sealed, with no light coming out, and only a few full-time surveillance personnel around it.
There wasn't even a saint sitting in charge.
The final result was that twenty seconds later, he had reached a familiar corner.
Yes, it's still there.
Looking at his calligraphy treasure, he took two steps forward and stood in the same posture as when he first appeared here.
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A refuge in the decay of time, it is also a creation of ancient laws.
Over the past two days, this once-hidden painting seemed to have an increasingly clear explanation.
Regardless of whether it is the religious group that has received the apocalypse or the vampires who claim to be the Son of God, they all agree that it has lost its magic power.
As an expert in the law, this judgment combined with the previous statement is obviously quite authoritative.
It seems that after searching for a long time, what I found was just a trace of its existence.
Even when she left last time, the witch expressed the same meaning.
Apoptosis is a given outcome, but she is deeply pleased that this process has become more natural.
So there is no nightmare of the world turning upside down. I am walking in the embers after the death of time, and I am destined to never touch the world in the painting again.
His eyes fell on the bloody mark, and he stretched out his right hand that left it on before and snapped his fingers.
A clear dream instantly enveloped the surroundings.
Reality may be cruel, but it obviously doesn't understand the master of dreams well enough.
If you are said to be a nightmare, then you better be.
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It was equally quiet inside and outside the dream, except for the rustling of insects and rats inside the walls.
Due to the limited conditions, even if it is an art museum, the hygienic standards are still somewhat poor.
The scope of this clear dream was particularly limited by Fu Qian, covering almost only this small corner.
The core of the dream is undoubtedly himself.
And not surprisingly, the paintings in the dream didn't show anything special.
Similar methods, whether it is the church or the vampire clan, have probably been tried before.
Not to mention that its entity is still essentially in the real world.
Without spending a millisecond in disappointment, Fu Qian's body under the cloak changed again.
But this time he is not a tyrant who has a specific effect on the law, but the real incarnation of disaster, the King of Abandoned Prisons.
Facing the personal visit of the ancient gods for the first time, even the clear dream that he personally controlled was rippled layer by layer, and it seemed that it might not be able to withstand collapse at any time.
At the same time, he activated the mythical form with all his strength for the second time in one night. Fu Qian seemed to feel his body creaking. It was hard to say which one, Dreamland, could not bear it first.
So it's best to hurry up.
Stay calm in the dream, and at this moment Fu Qian has once again entered the perspective of the person in charge of power.
Picture and frame, floor and wall.
Every plant and tree in the painting, and the footprints on the floor that have not been completely wiped clean.
Even beyond the building, there are stars that are not directly reflected but shrouded in the distance.
Countless abstract concepts emerge in the will, even divided into two versions of dream and reality.
From this perspective, it seems that we can better understand the unchangeable nature of reality.
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Still a little blurry.
After discerning various concepts, he took out the fine wine before paying and drank up the income gained from practicing medicine in one gulp.
Scarlet red wine, rich and mellow.
The taste of this small bottle is indeed as wonderful as Barry said.
Although the effect of being tipsy was not very effective on the Abandoned Prison King, after drinking, Fu Qian understood better why the vampires had the superiority of the Son of God.
It was a wonderful feeling, the stars were right in front of me, and even the supreme law stirring in their twinkling seemed to be within reach.
But it just seems.
Before paying, I could clearly feel the latter's rejection of me.
Just like mercury and glass, they can come into contact but do not wet.
He doesn't think this is a side effect of the Prison Abandoned King, but rather it stems from himself.
It is normal to come here forcefully with the side effects of the Nightmare Corridor, and to be fundamentally different from the aborigines in some aspects.
Therefore, even if I received this reward after the mission, I never drank it before paying it, and then took advantage of the opportunity of close contact with the stars to learn the beautiful imagination of ten or eight taboo laws.
Including now.
To deal with it, it is enough that the stars are right in front of you.
In addition to the very beneficial discussions at this exchange meeting with the Vampires, I was also very interested in the methods they were forced to use to maintain their competitiveness as the difficulty increased.
A superposition that is parallel to reality and can come in and out freely.
What if under similar circumstances, the stars in reality are distorted?
At this moment, whether it is a clear dream or the corresponding reality, the stars are undoubtedly very normal.
You can even feel the closeness of the two to yourself, as the stars shine into your dream.
The laws of this world are everywhere, and they are not just words.
While sighing, Fu Qian chose the concept of "the starry sky corresponding to the reality within the scope of dreams" from the perspective of disaster authority belonging to the King of Abandoned Prisons.
Considering that the starry sky isn't even directly illuminated, the latter is rather abstract, a jumble of stars and twinkling concepts of law.
This is why Fu Qian just said it was a little vague.
But it is much easier with the help of fine wine. This closeness saves at least a few seconds of locking time.
After accurately positioning this concept, the orange pupilless eyes symbolizing disaster slowly opened under Fu Qian's gaze.
Slow, but enough.
Calculating the time silently, Fu Qian waited patiently for his eyes to expand to a certain limit.
At the moment when the disaster was triggered, the stars in the dark blue night stopped twinkling.
The next moment, multiple times of brilliance lit up from each of them, and then streaked out in confusion, turning into meteors all over the sky.
This chapter has been completed!