Next to the torch erected at the door of the warehouse, the bearded man watched with satisfaction as these taciturn plateau natives complimented him harshly, and from time to time made one or two vulgar remarks. He did not notice at all that in the shadows beside him, there was a tall gentleman.
Watching yourself silently.
In the dream world, the dark clouds floating in the sky are darker, covering the red moon in the center. Instead, the stars around are shining brightly, stubbornly emitting little bits of white light, breaking through the interference of the haze.
Dunn, who has mastered the ability of "Requiem Master", hid in the darkness of the dream, constantly comforting the gangster and the extraordinary person in front of him. Under the originally receding hairline on his face, his deep gray eyes flickered with indifference.
Light.
In reality, several illusory threads silently climbed up the necks of these men, wrapping around their bodies like poisonous snakes, with the sharp tops touching the aorta.
Dunn ignored the few people who had their heads lowered and fell into a deep sleep, and walked leisurely through the originally heavily guarded entrance. Under the cover of the shadow curtain, it was difficult for other gangsters patrolling in the distance to see clearly the specific situation here. Even if they were suspicious,
He would also give up the idea of coming forward to check based on the power of the extraordinary person who continued to accept the flattery of others in his dream.
However, although he had controlled the gangsters at the entrance of the warehouse, Dunn did not take their lives.
Just before he fell asleep, and when he was investigating the intelligence before, Dunn found that these human spirits had been planted with relatively sensitive laws. If they died or revealed the secrets blocked by the laws, the "judge" responsible for supervision and their associates would
, you will be informed of the accident as soon as possible, causing unnecessary trouble.
There is also a "sheriff" inside the warehouse... In front of the warehouse door, Dunn's footsteps stopped abruptly, and the long black windbreaker that hung down to his trousers was slowly swayed by the night breeze.
Although the "sheriff" lacks strong attack capabilities, within the opponent's "jurisdiction", the corresponding abilities will be enhanced to a certain extent. Even mid-level players who are good at hiding themselves can still be discovered.
Silently taking off the bone ring on the middle finger of his left hand, the illusory murmurings gradually disappeared. Dunn rubbed his forehead that had been swollen by the negative effects. The darkness around him instantly spread, accidentally generated by the ashes of Saint Selina and the aura of gray mist.
The ability has broken away from the category of ordinary sequences.
Invisible darkness penetrates the half-opened warehouse door, connecting the corners inside the warehouse to most parts not illuminated by gas lights.
The eyes of the "Requiem Master" were closed tightly. In the parasitic "dark" vision, the middle-aged man who was about 1.7 meters tall, honest and unremarkable, was reading a serious novel, and beside him, there was only
Two gangsters who were wandering around in boredom would occasionally take out the cigarettes in their pockets and then put them back with a sigh.
Deeper under the warehouse, dozens of vague shadows were huddled together, and only five or six big men gathered at the exit leading to the ground.
If we were in Tingen, I would have asked Klein to divine the danger first, and then Leonard and I would have hypnotized the Extraordinary and the other gangsters respectively... The "Requiemer"'s eyes were closed with a smile on his lips.
With a wry smile, the manipulated "Darkness" swam along the ground to several moving targets on the warehouse floor without hesitation.
"Crimson Hope..." Dunn hummed his most commonly used religious poem. His mellow voice penetrated the heavy warehouse door. The "sheriff" who was reading suddenly raised his head, his eyes alert.
Before he could open his eyes, he staggered into a doze under the influence of poetry.
No, someone... The honest-looking Parker struggled to bite his left hand, and then with a moment of clarity in exchange for pain, he decisively touched his waist.
Under the dark blue coat, a strange snuff bottle was tied to his belt with a silver chain.
He had no time to contact Heras, the most powerful among them, so he could only activate the sealed artifact he had just obtained recently and take a gamble.
Deep purple smoke poured out from the snuff bottle, and an illusory spirit with no eyes or nose moved around in the air blankly through the purple smoke, and then looked behind the ajar door.
"Ah, what a beautiful voice..." The strange spirit with a high-pitched voice chuckled, and Parker, who was holding the snuff bottle, was obviously a little sluggish.
Dark purple smoke continued to fill the air, and Parker, whose energy continued to be squeezed, cursed:
"Shit, interrupt that 'Midnight Poet'!"
The spirit body condensed in the purple smoke made an exaggerated salute, "Your name is Mr. Parker, who loves children."
The spirit body with only one mouth made circles in the air, and then slammed behind the door. With a spiky laugh, it crashed into Dunn, who suddenly opened his eyes.
With the spiritual warning in his head, Dunn opened his hands in a hurry and continued singing, changing from low to intense.
The dormant darkness suddenly reared its head. Outside the warehouse, the illusory threads binding several gangsters and the bearded man stabbed into the main arteries, causing blood to spurt out.
The gangster who was affected by the song fell to the ground, clutching his neck in pain. Parker, who was no longer tormented by sleepiness, glanced around in panic. In his spiritual vision, two beast-like spirits were lying low on the two people.
, biting their necks tightly.
Damn it!
Parker, who was quite depressed, sounded the alarm in the passage behind him, drew out his gun with one hand, and aimed danglingly at Dunn, who had already walked out from behind the door.
The spirit condensed in deep purple smoke was driven away by the singing just now. It screamed and avoided the strange threads coming out of the "darkness". Dunn, who used shadows to blur his face, stared indifferently at the black hole in Parker's hand.
Suddenly he winked mischievously and pointed in the direction behind the other person.
Is he provoking me?
As the negative effects subsided, Parker suddenly felt relaxed. However, the other party's sarcastic smile still made him feel a little wrong. With a cold feeling behind him, he swallowed his saliva and looked over.
The slender female corpse with a broken head was pressed against his back, and her rotten hands with white bones exposed almost hugged his waist.
The headless female corpse saw Parker turning his head sideways, raising his broken neck timidly, and let out a harsh voice.
"Sir, I want to have a child with you~"
"Ah!" Without caring about continuing to provide spiritual energy for the snuff bottle, Parker screamed, waving his hands wildly and jumping out of the female corpse's arms. He pointed the revolver in his hand at the approaching corpse and emptied the magazine as fast as he could in his life.
After a burst of random gunshots, the female corpse finally collapsed to the ground. The panting Parker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his right hand holding the gun. He subconsciously looked at the door of the warehouse again, only to find that the man just now had disappeared.
No, it's not the "Midnight Poet", it's the "Dream Demon" of the Church of the Night... With years of experience, Parker skillfully inserted the bullet into the revolver and shot himself in the leg without hesitation.
boom!
In reality, Parker, with his head lowered, opened his eyes, and his groggy brain slowly looked at the warmth on his body.
The viscous liquid soaked into his shirt, dyeing the not-so-clean linen bright red. Dunn, holding the snuff bottle, stood behind him and withdrew the muzzle of the gun that was pressed against the opponent's waist.
"I'm sorry, but compared to my colleagues, I feel more free when I fall asleep."
boom!
............
The spirit body wearing a crown of thorns and resembling a ruined emperor raised his right hand high. Klein, who had begun to control the thread of the spirit body, was calculating the time for the biological toxin bottle to take effect. His left hand held several tarot cards between three fingers.
The gun type was aimed at Kapin, who was the weakest among the targets.
To be honest, if he could kill all three people at the table with the help of a biotoxin bottle, Klein wouldn't mind waiting a little longer.
But it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and Heras, the most senior among the three, had also finished enjoying his dessert. They would definitely not stay in the restaurant anymore without "entertainment" after the meal.
Medium-sequence Beyonders have a certain resistance to toxins. If Kaping, an ordinary person, is the first to show abnormality, they will definitely be alert and then exit the restaurant... Klein sighed softly, his lips behind the visor
There was a "bang" sound.
The invisible bullet shot out like lightning, stabbing Heras in the head while wiping the corner of his mouth, and subconsciously waved his right hand.
"Strict harm here!"
The invisible barrier instantly covered him and Kapin who was closest to him, and the air bullets hit the barrier without even letting it waver.
"There is an enemy attack!"
Heras, who was wearing a white-haired condom, pulled Kapin behind him. At the same time, Katie exerted force and overturned the dining table with many leftovers. Gold-inlaid tableware, food and wine spilled all over the floor.
She held the revolver she had drawn out at some point and turned it backwards, blindly firing at the wall that had just hit the target. The short black whip she held tightly in her other hand skillfully flicked a whip.
Silently turning on his spiritual vision, Heras, who narrowed his eyes to a slit, scanned the empty wall, only to see a strange spirit shrouded in twisted shadows, with a worn-out cloak covering majestic armor, looking down at him.
Looking at the floating pale flames, I felt a chill.
"The God of Death" or some other high-sequence... The absurd idea only existed in his mind for a moment and was abandoned. After a brief period of confusion, Heras returned to his usual majesty and slashed his right arm out like a sharp sword.
"captivity!"
The surrounding air suddenly tightened, and the original walls turned into a cage, trapping the strange spirit like an insect in the amber prison.
The transparent wall imprisoned the limbs of the spirit body. Katie, who was holding the revolver in her hand, had a serious look on her face. She quickly clicked her fingers, and three bullets covered with strange patterns instantly penetrated the twisted shadow and black armor.
The pale golden flame ignited from the chest of the black spirit body. The pale flame under the crown of thorns suddenly flashed. The original real figure instantly turned into a crudely cut paper man. He allowed himself to be swallowed up by the dark golden flame and quickly transformed into a
All ashes.
Snapped!
The crisp sound of metal friction came from all directions, and the dark figure flashed among the sixteen elegant gas wall lamps that illuminated the restaurant. The originally weak flame exploded instantly, breaking through the delicate glass, dyeing the entire hall with a dazzling fiery red.
, the three people of Heras couldn't open their eyes.
Three tarot cards pierced out of the darkness and penetrated deeply into the ground. After the red explosion, the sixteen lights were all scrapped. The burning fireplace also lost its light, and darkness quickly enveloped the restaurant.
Squeak.
The door of the restaurant that was originally open closed strangely automatically. Behind him, the trembling Heras calmly watched all this, and the arm lowered to his side trembled.
Although it was certain that the weird spirit was definitely not a high-sequence person, what happened just now made him dare not seal the room, even if they had the numerical advantage.
However, after a moment of hesitation, Heras once again spoke in a low voice in ancient Hermes:
"Close it tight!"
"This place is strictly hidden!"
Invisible restrictions expanded from around him, covering the entire restaurant. As the transparent walls spread, the spirits hiding in the darkness were like fireflies at night. The spirits around them emitted a strange white light, clearly appearing in every room.
In human eyes.
Klein, who was holding his right hand high, just glanced at it, and a flame instantly rose from the carpet and enveloped his whole body.
Thanks to Kapin's nouveau riche style decoration, the carpets throughout the restaurant can serve as a medium for flames to travel, eliminating the trouble of arranging matches.
Threads of fire surrounded Heras and the others one after another. Katie, who was proficient in the ability of "Interrogator", had golden light shining in her eyes. The revolver in her hand kept spitting out tongues of fire, but it always only focused on Klein's jump.
Fire, wasted ammunition.
She silently counted the intervals between each jump, and at the same time kept moving her steps to avoid the cards that were shot out of the flames. She kept waving the soft whip in her hand, swimming in front of herself and Kapin like a dancing snake, frightened.
Kapin kept screaming in a low voice, knocking the cards that were trying to get closer to the floor.
Heras, who was also constantly observing, cast a sharp look, and his deep voice sounded again.
"obstacle!"
On the already charred carpet, the flames suddenly stopped, and the dark figures in the bright flames became much more obvious.
Katie, who had been waiting for a long time, raised a cruel smile on her lips, and the golden light in her eyes shone even brighter.
"Psychic puncture!"
The dark figure staggered out of the flames, and Heras and Katie, who had found their target, raised their right hands together.
"discipline!"
boom!
The low-pitched ancient Hermes language and the sound of gunshots sounded at the same time, all pointing at the dark figure.
His brain was tingling, but he was affected by the words he uttered before boarding the gray fog, and he often exercised himself. With rich experience, Klein quickly regained consciousness and poured his spirituality into the destiny charm. Just by virtue of the characteristics of this item, the body's
The shadow suddenly distorted.
Bullets and invisible punishment penetrated the armor, but only broke a crude paper figure.
Before Katie could curse, the tarot cards scattered at her feet were suddenly ignited, and an arm covered in dense armor was deep in the middle, with pale flames flickering under the strange spiritual body armor.
Before the golden light in her eyes flickered again, a heavy weight suddenly hit her. The female extraordinary suddenly felt a buzz in her mind, as if she had been hit hard by a hammer.
Klein, who released the scream at zero range, did not hesitate. His free left hand was like a gun. With a "bang", several air bullets also penetrated the "interrogator"'s body.
"exile!"
Heras, who was walking away from Kapin, shouted loudly. Klein, whose half body was still covered in flames, suddenly slipped on his feet and was pushed out by an invisible force.
In mid-air, holding back the swelling pain in his brain, Klein snapped his fingers and kept his right hand motionless. His body was once again engulfed in flames. At the same time, he took the opportunity to throw several tarot cards out of his body and threw them into the darkness.
Rich kaping right rear.
Heras, who narrowed his eyes slightly, snorted, and a stream of air immediately burst out from his side, rushing away the cards and sweeping them away. Only the three cards that were first inserted into the ground were still standing on the card.
nearby.
Snapped!
In the darkness, the marked figure had just appeared, and a crisp sound sounded from his left hand. Several bright streams of fire shot up irregularly from all directions. Kapin, who was approaching Heras in a panic, suddenly retched.
The blood instantly engulfed his eyes, and he tore his collar hard with his fingers, while his sleek nails scratched out shocking blood stains on his neck.
The biotoxin bottle works!
A strong feeling of vomiting hit his throat. Heras suppressed the abnormality in his body. After hurriedly keeping vigil around him, he looked at Katie, who had been continuously attacked and fell on the carpet groaning.
The scarred face was distorted, and the neutrally dressed "interrogator" opened his eyes in pain. The wound just blasted by the air bullet quickly festered, and the infection was visible to the naked eye.
The voice gradually disappeared.
Under the influence of the biological toxin bottle, an extraordinary person who was not seriously injured died directly!
so unlucky!
Heras, who was constantly suppressing his urge to vomit, saw that his companion died tragically and stopped insisting. He quickly took out an iron-black metal glove from his waist, put it on his right hand with a grim expression, and felt an inexplicable sense of majesty on his body.
Sudden elevation.
"Unlock!"
"Travel strictly here!"
"Ghosts and resentful spirits are prohibited here!"
"Flying objects are prohibited here!"
The four laws were quickly moved out, and with a stronger force than before, the invisible wall blocking the restaurant disappeared instantly. Klein, who had been flashing his invisible figure in the flames, could only forcefully stimulate his spirituality and stop at the last shuttle.
Jumping flames surged from the tarot cards that were deeply pierced into the ground, moving the illusory armor on his body. Klein put down his right hand that had been raised, ignoring the middle-aged gentleman in front of him, and his voice was deliberately hoarse.
"You shouldn't issue decrees in a hurry."
Heras, who looked solemn, was not interested in listening to what the other party said. He waved his right palm wearing a black glove and shouted angrily:
"discipline!"
The invisible long whip fell high, and the burning pain and heat condensed on the whip, as if the next second would completely dispel the spiritual form of Klein.
With a spiritual warning in his mind, a white light appeared on the back of Klein's hand, his five fingers moved slightly, and the terrifying long whip suddenly changed direction in the air, carrying an exaggerated air flow, and suddenly cracked open the floor at Klein's feet.
.
Hehehe... The desire to vomit in his throat could no longer be suppressed. Heras, who only felt that his mind and body were stagnant, suddenly felt a sense of despair, and his spirituality kept pouring into the metal glove on his right hand.
, hoping that the terrible negative effects of that sealed object could save his life.
With pale flames flashing behind his visor and a deliberately hoarse voice, Klein was wary of the opponent's resistance. He contracted the five fingers of his "substitute" while picking up a table knife from his feet.
He gestured with the length of the table knife, put it against Heras' neck, and sighed:
"I said, you shouldn't issue laws at will."
"If I can still make air bullets, you might be able to die a little easier."
The pale flames in his eyes were cold and temperatureless, and the dull knife that had not been strengthened by "Pull Paper into Soldiers" forcefully squeezed into Heras' neck with the force of his wrist.
Klein twisted it a few times with an expressionless expression, and when he saw that the gentleman wearing a white-haired condom finally showed an expression of satisfaction, he suddenly pulled it out.
The cold air penetrated into the chest, and the middle-aged gentleman who had been enjoying the delicious food fell straight back. His wide-open eyes could not even stare at the dark spirit body in front of him.
"Why?"
This was his last question.
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