Backlund, the capital of all capitals, was originally a dock city centered around the Backlund Bell Tower in the early days of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Age. It continued to develop and expand until the Night Emperor Trunsoest proclaimed himself the emperor. This economic and political capital
The less conspicuous industrial cities have gradually embarked on the road of take-off.
Although thousands of years have passed, the bell tower near Backlund Bridge is no longer the one that once prostrated at the feet of the Night Emperor. However, the twin-peaked suspension towers of Backlund Bridge that rose up in the past two hundred years are far more historical than before.
Taller and more upright, it is more worthy of being called the capital of all cities.
Under the deep dark night sky, the brilliance of the red moon was blocked by thick clouds, and the strange brilliance covered the lead-gray cloud tops. It was so low that it almost touched the Gothic spiers of Backlund's twin pendant bell towers.
Amidst the faint roar, waves of clouds spread out layer by layer in such a strange dream. The giant aeroboat painted in dark blue and almost black split the sea of clouds with the streamlined "fin" at the front and headed towards the sky.
The presence above heralds his arrival.
The gears and chains rumbled, and on the rails mounted at the bottom of this steel monster, separate heavy machine guns and bulletproof compartments were aimed at the dim lights further below.
The cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at the street through concealment at high altitude, and white phosphorus bombs reflecting the blue light were revealed.
At the top of a high-rise building near a hotel in the East District, Crestel Sesima, who was carrying a metal suitcase, looked away. The chain wrapped around her right wrist tightened slightly, in stark contrast to the blood-red gloves.
He looked down at the three-story building opposite, which had few lights on and was unusually quiet, and raised his hand silently.
Behind him, several members of the Red Gloves who were waiting for him tensed up instantly. Clement, who was closest to the "Sword of the Goddess", slightly relaxed his fingers until they turned white, and turned over the round mirror that was tightly held in his arms.
noodle.
This is a simple silver-plated mirror. The figure reflected in the blurry and dim mirror is always distorted, sometimes expanding and sometimes shrinking, making it difficult to present a more realistic state of the character.
Sealed item - 1-63, a dangerous item related to the mirror world.
Under the gaze of many night watchers, Crestel slowly lifted the suitcase. The silver chain shrank as if alive, and the silver box automatically opened and closed, instantly absorbing all the nearby light, creating a
Absolute darkness.
In the darkness, the emotion of fear sprouts in everyone's heart. Only the object floating in the box can give people a moment of peace.
The mouth is less than one meter long, the whole body exudes moisture, and the pure white and light ancient sword floats slowly.
Suddenly, the bright red left hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and Crestel's lake-like eyes became even deeper, almost completely black.
The light absorbed by the bone sword in the box returned silently, and all fear disappeared, replaced by the fear of higher-level life.
At this time, everyone present had a common understanding - as long as he holds this sword, Crestel Sesima is no different from a demigod!
"Let's go now." He stepped forward and jumped down from the top of the high-rise building.
The many red gloves and nighthawks standing behind him looked at each other and followed suit, raising their knee-length black windbreakers, making bursts of hunting sounds in the air and airflow.
In mid-air, an illusory spirit flew out of his upper right tooth, stretched and expanded in an instant, wrapped around him and the subordinates behind him, defied gravity, and landed unscathed on the ground like a feather.
A few meters away, the unusually quiet three-story building still had its door closed, and its brick-red exterior walls were like coagulated blood, like a monster lying quietly, waiting for its prey to arrive.
............
The dim gas lamp flickered, and on the stairs that lacked guardrails, a tall man with a deformed head squeezed out of the shadows strangely.
He glanced doubtfully at the corridor area he was responsible for, but found nothing, and his body fell back into the shadows again.
In a room with an unlocked door on the second floor, the cold darkness boiled without warning. With the help of the seal on his face, he adjusted his appearance again. The overall feeling was somewhere between himself and the image of Louis Evans, and he softly
Walking out of the corner of the window, his dark red eyes kept scanning the sleeping union members in the room, almost without stopping.
In his spiritual vision, everyone here has a "heart" as big as a fist beating slowly in their stomach, silently absorbing the vitality of the "carrier" and accumulating energy.
"Bishop Rose's" flesh bomb... He recalled what he had heard about during training in the Holy Church, the Aurora Society's most notorious terrorist attack method.
According to the information, in the worst attack, this group of crazy cultists even kidnapped the young daughter of a member of the parliament. After pretending to release it, they took advantage of the opportunity of the congressman to hold a banquet and used the bomb remaining in her body to kill ten people.
Several military and political figures were killed.
Dunn tiptoed to the union member in the room, and pressed his belly with his palms tightly covered by gloves. The sticky black thread slowly emerged from the pitch-black "darkness", as if it didn't exist.
, ignoring the existence of skin and flesh, plunged directly from the surface of the belly, and swam deeper.
Although he was very reluctant to admit it, after his heart had been in contact with the ashes of Saint Selina for a long time, he had already touched the edge of authority in a sense.
The "nightmare" ability to produce mutations is enough to affect the detonation of "flesh bombs" to a certain extent.
"It's a pity that I am not a Requiem Master now. Otherwise, with the increase of 'Darkness', I should be able to directly paralyze these bombs and completely lose their original effect." As he spoke, Dunn once again held the bomb hidden in his pocket.
With the characteristics of the "hermit monk" in him, he suppressed the roars and murmurs that suddenly sounded in his ears, and his whole body melted and sank into the shadow of the soles of his feet.
"Bishop Rose" in the corridor looked up again, but because of the existence of "darkness", he once again failed to discover Dunn's existence, and could only go back to lurking in the shadows.
............
"The hunt begins tonight..."
"It's a pity that my current level is far from enough to participate in such an action."
On the top of the brick building further away, Klein, who was not wearing a human skin mask and only had some disguise on his face, sighed softly. The palm covered by the "substitute" glove clenched the chain-blade cane with a dye-treated surface.
On the top, the folds of the glove are twisted to the extreme.
Although the existence of the "stand-in" and the chain blade cane can make him equivalent to half of Sequence Five for a certain period of time, it greatly makes up for the shortcomings of his extraordinary ability being monotonous and insufficient damage.
But after the brief battle with Lanerwus before, Klein knew very well that such a method of relying on external forces was just a superficial appearance in front of the real strength.
If the difference is too big in nature, I won't even be able to smoothly control the enemy on the opposite side like Rosago showed that night.
His brown eyes stared at the three-story building without moving his gaze away.
Suddenly, his spiritual intuition was triggered, and he looked up and saw that the dark blue-painted airship had flown from near Backlund Bridge to the front of the bell tower of East Bailang Dock and entered a hovering state.
The cold wind driven by the huge moving flying object swept over. Klein, who was standing at the top of the clock tower, stood in the wind, with the tips of his hair and the corners of his clothes floating in the caress of the air current.
His main task tonight is to witness and give him a real fatal blow in Lanrevus' possible second plan.
Judging from the previous brief encounter, Klein absolutely does not believe that this extremely selfish "scammer" would sell his freedom.
I'm afraid he wants to use various forces again to drive away the influence of the true Creator on him and regain his freedom...
"Heh." Klein, who was standing in the shadow, sneered and slowly brought his right palm towards his face.
In the dark night, he raised his head, showing a big clown's smiling face.
............
In front of the three-story brick-red building, there were only three people left in the Nighthawks team that had been large just now, and the others had scattered to every corner.
Creste Sesima, who was holding the bone sword, turned his head slightly, and Clément, the "Requiem Master" who was in charge of the sealed objects at the side, quickly understood. The mirror in his arms turned and pointed at the closed door.
The corresponding image was formed in the mirror. The small brick-red building was still ordinary, and there was no one in the corridor behind it.
"Let's go in." Crested held his breath and took a step forward. With just a light touch of his palm, the closed door opened automatically and creaked backwards, which was extremely harsh in the silence. .
After doing all this, he took off the necklace wrapped around his right palm without hesitation and threw it to another member behind him.
The three red gloves ignored the darkness and moved neatly through the interior of the small building, aiming directly at the stairs leading higher.
This is a conclusion reached in advance using a divination-type sealed object!
Tick tock tick.
In the dry late autumn, the air suddenly became humid.
As soon as his right foot stepped up the next step, Crestel's pupils dilated instantly and he subconsciously jumped back.
Before he could shout, the blood dripping from the roof suddenly lit up with fire, swelling in the night sky. Huge dark red flames spread, and the evil and depraved atmosphere filled the stairs.
In the shadow of the corner of the stairs, a tall but thin shadow grew strangely. A black priest's uniform combined with the flames burning everywhere created an indescribable sense of solemnity.
Crestel, who was holding the sword hilt tightly, looked at the condescending "Bishop Rose". Looking at the enemy with light yellow slightly curly hair and dark brown eyes like a beast, he solemnly raised the weapon in his hand.
He will not relax just because the enemy's order is lower than his own.
Standing at the top of the stairs, the "giant" who was nearly two meters tall glanced at the other two red gloves who had just barely stood up straight, and spoke in a low voice:
"Are you the Sword of the Goddess?"
His voice echoed in the stairwell, and he clenched his right hand suddenly.
After a second's pause, the shadow under his feet suddenly swelled, and the sudden huge waves roared over, like a beast with its bloody mouth open, vowing to swallow the enemy who invaded the territory.
The wave of shadows is about to engulf everything, but Crestel, the only one who can easily resolve it all, is still just watching quietly, with no intention of taking action.
Silently, the wave of shadows that was about to bury everything lost their color and disappeared.
Crestel looked sideways at the mirror in Clément's arms, his eyes falling on the scattered blue light spots, and his voice was mellow.
"I'm a little surprised that you didn't activate the 'flesh bomb' immediately. If all members of the Aurora Society were like you, we might have a much easier time."