Another startling sound broke the tranquility of Backlund's night.
The official forces active in the East District, West District, and Jorwood District raised their heads in panic, then hurriedly lowered their heads and got busy with the things at hand.
In front of the Kapin mansion, the silvery white in the sky was almost extinguished, and the bright and flickering light illuminated the area around the spire of the house as if it were daytime, with every detail appearing.
"Singer of God" Ace Snake held the two tarot cards with different images in his hands, his face gloomy.
"Not the 'Rose School'."
Weak arcs of electricity danced around him.
"The aura on that person's body is very complex, including 'distortion', 'fate', and the smell of the undead."
The first-level sealed artifacts underground in the Holy Wind Cathedral include two highly dangerous sealed artifacts from the "Lawyer" pathway and the "Destiny" pathway.
As an archbishop who often needs to check the level of seals, Ace Snake is naturally familiar with the atmosphere of these two paths.
"It's not the undead..." The mature man with golden eyes next to him looked down at the corpse on the ground that seemed to have something attached to it near the head. There was an indescribable horror in his calm tone.
"I didn't feel the imbalance in his spirit that belongs to the dead."
"And the tarot cards... this is the second such incident in the last two months."
Cardinal Snake turned his head abruptly, his eyes flashing with silver light.
"The first time was the Church of the Night's special operation in the East District?"
That operation involved a certain amount of military power, and the True Creator almost descended partially from God and destroyed some buildings in the East District near Backlund Bridge, so the top brass of the Backlund Church knew something about it.
The mature middle-aged man straightened the folds of his dress that were blown by the wind.
"I have read the internal report. Tarot cards also appeared last time, but there was no clear direction."
"Only the 'World' card and 'Tower' are placed on Lanervus' chest."
Ace Snake didn't think about who Lanervus was. He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air as his chest rose and fell, and the palms holding the two tarot cards exerted slight force, as if a strong wind was gestating.
The mature man on the side saw the spiritual surge and quickly looked away, his mouth slightly opened.
Fortunately, the strong wind in Ace Snake's hand quickly subsided, and the two fragile cards were intact. The majestic emperor still looked sternly, and the horn in the angel's hand glowed with golden reflection, and seemed to be blown at any time.
"Activate 1-306." The powerful voice of "Singer of God" suddenly sounded. The mature and elegant man shook his head, and the palm hanging by his side moved slightly. In the end, he did nothing. Towards the back.
Outside the gate of the mansion, the first batch of punishers finally arrived.
...........
Above the gray mist, "Secret" with golden lines floating on his wide robe looked at Klein who had just removed all disguises on the opposite side, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Good job."
With his spiritual energy almost exhausted and the sides of his brain constantly tingling, Klein glanced at his own body, opened his hands, and summoned the trophies captured in the battle just now.
Thin gray mist floated between the two people and the long table, covering the patches of bronze that symbolized the traces of time.
After a brief silence, Klein picked up the steel glove that had been torn from Heras' hand and seemed to be trembling at the moment, and sighed slowly.
"Tell me, why does the kingdom use this method to collect slaves?"
"Secret" glanced at the steel glove, and it suddenly trembled more intensely.
"The answer is already in your memory. Many inconspicuous details, when put together, often turn out to be the most unreasonable truth."
"Even sometimes, the spiritual connection is beyond your imagination. Many accidents are actually just inevitable consequences of fate."
Sure enough, what Russell said was right, kill these crazy dogs... Klein, who was exhausted, didn't want to guess these riddles, put down the glove, and then found gray mist to suppress its activity.
, picked up another "jewel" that shone with majestic golden light.
"I only know that there must be many more such things. Even if they are not in Backlund, they will be in Jianhai, on the west coast of Disi, and in the colonies of the Southern Continent."
"If my guess is correct, the Loen royal family should still be involved with the Aurora Society."
Klein slowly raised his head, staring at the half body where divinity seemed to have the upper hand again, and said sincerely:
"Do you know these things?"
There was a glimmer in his eyes, as if he was praying that the god opposite, who had always implemented the principle of "civilization first", had nothing to do with this matter.
"I know." "Secret" nodded indifferently, completely ignoring the shock in Klein's eyes.
"So what if you know, what can you do?"
She pursued him as if forced, watching Klein's depression. The flowing gold in the dark twins seemed to cover up the last trace of humanity.
The crimson stars high in the dome are constantly expanding and contracting, dispersing part of the haze caused by the gray fog, but in this palace, in the endless sea of fog surrounding the palace, this little light is just a drop in the bucket.
"I can't do anything, I'm just a 'magician.'" Klein straightened his back again, and spirituality flowed on his body, gradually covering his whole body, as if he would return to reality in the next second.
Seeing that he didn't want to look at her, the corners of "Secret's" mouth raised slightly and then fell quickly.
"You played the role of the 'Black Emperor' today and escaped in front of two demigods. How is the digestion speed of the magic potion?"
Hearing this sudden change of topic, Klein, who was about to return to reality, was stunned for a moment. Although he was reluctant, he still answered calmly:
"In addition to the previous performances in the 'Rose School', I have almost digested it."
Thinking about the feedback on tonight's final potion, Klein's thoughts wandered slightly, and he recalled his last actions when facing the two demigods. His right hand resting on the armrest suddenly trembled.
"Secret", who was sitting at the bottom, silently stared at his own body and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
A spiritual coincidence...what were the last two cards I had left?
The pores in his eyes expanded slightly, and his trembling right hand froze.
If the "Emperor" card, which symbolizes the "Black Emperor", was something he could keep at the beginning, then the other "Judgment" card can almost be said to be a temporary and casual gift.
“Judgement” and “Emperor”… “Arbitrator” and “Lawyer”….
This is a pair of interchangeable paths... Klein's eyes grew bigger and bigger, and an unimaginable guess gradually emerged in his mind.
I chose the "Black Emperor" card because it is the highest-ranking item I own, but it requires a large population and the support behind the kingdom. Only the core members of the kingdom can control MI9 at will.
....The Sword of Judgment is the symbol of the Loen royal family, and it corresponds to "judgment"!
You played the role of "Black Emperor" today... Well done... In the dead mind, the peaceful voice of "Secret" broke the last barrier. Klein's shoulders suddenly became weak and full of exhaustion.
road:
"The kingdom is preparing for the 'Black Emperor' ceremony?"
When he said this, he himself didn't want to believe it.
After the Fourth Age, in the Fifth Age, which lasted for more than a thousand years, no gods were born.
Would the Seven Gods, or even the other gods existing in the shadows, really allow it?
Question after question was stuck in Klein's throat, but he couldn't ask it.
"You're right."
Looking back, "Secret" nodded calmly, and the golden lines floating on the surface of the wide robe gradually dimmed.
"But, why?" Klein suddenly yelled, and the gray fog around him trembled violently, rolling back to both sides like a crawler.
The "Secret" at the bottom glanced at the gray fog and said calmly:
"Currently, there are only three royal families that can be called angel families: Einhorn, Augustus, and Stiano. At the same time, the Augustus and Stiano families each have a 'Head of Order'.
Hand' is the sequence one of 'arbitrator'."
"In this case, if a 'Black Emperor' can really appear in Loen, then she will break the deadlock between the northern and southern continents."
...Klein opened his mouth slightly and couldn't say a word.
If it were normal, he would have cheered a little when he learned the name of a new angel-level sequence, but now, he seemed to have lost the ability to think, and just sat slumped on his head, like a statue.
"What about your opinions, the opinions of the gods..." He murmured slightly.
Your previous guess was right, Zhou Mingrui, he is too weak... Thousands of overlapping gibberish roars whispered in the ears of "Secret", listening to the nonsense literature from Tianzun, "Secret"
Shake his head slightly.
If it weren't for the cruel situation of the Second Age Born Sequence 1 and the Ancient Gods fighting each other, she would still be just the social animal who had just entered society and worked a nine-to-five job.
Fortunately, she came all the way from the abyss and headed towards her own area.
The cruel thing is that this hell will always be with her until the end of time.
"We won't have any opinion."
"Mysterious" has a calm voice, as if he is talking about something that has nothing to do with him.
"To put it another way, if one day you want to become a god and stab me in the back, you want to become a real 'fool'."
She paused and made a joke that wasn't very funny, but it successfully attracted Klein's attention.
"The gods, including Night, Truth, my allies and my enemies, will have no opinion."
"They will only cheer that another 'fool' who is no longer subject to so many restrictions will appear and can solve the problems they have never had the courage to face."
"Those who have opinions cannot express their opinions, and they in the star realm will not care about such innocuous things."
Unknowingly, "Secret" changed back to Chinese, but Klein easily understood the different pronouns in her last sentence.
"I have no problem."
Klein suddenly half-smiled and half-sighed, and the smile on his face was much uglier than crying.
He shook his hand, indicating to "Secret" not to worry about it - although she really didn't care.
"I need to regain my spirituality, thank you for answering my question."
A burst of deep red instantly enveloped his body. He watched half of his body fleeing from the gray mist. "Secret" gently knocked on the mottled long table, staring at the unchanging gray mist in front of him that seemed to be far away from the fetters of time. He didn't know what he was thinking. What.
The crimson stars embedded in the dome finally exploded, and the dark figures of the three giant dragons, Loholid, crawled in front of a piece of wasteland, with a low voice.
"Great Lord, according to your oracle, I found a complete city-state..."
"They seem to be the subjects left over from the Creator's era. They were ordered to guard the gray mist at the end of the continent. They call themselves the Moon City..."
"Please forgive my ignorance. Is this the city you want me to shelter in?"
Shen Zhuan, whose eyes were no longer gilded but whose face was still pale, slowly raised his head. The gray fog behind him was thick and crimson.
On the wasteland of the God's Abandoned Land, Loholid suddenly saw the figure of Mohu held up by seven rays of pure light above the spiritual world.
"Praise my name, praise the name of the Fool."
"They have been keeping in the darkness, insisting on the oracle of the Creator. According to the principle of reciprocity, I will give them miracles."
...........
No. 13 Minsk Street, nominally the house rented by Louis Yinwensi.
After hanging the long black trench coat in the cloakroom, Dunn stood in front of the window with his spiritual cage suppressing his extraordinary characteristics and mysterious snuff bottle, staring at No. 17 before the lights came on, with a hint of worry in his eyebrows.
Unlike the Eastern District Warehouse where Extraordinary Power is weak, the Extraordinaries guarding the Caping Mansion are definitely more powerful, and even include two mid-sequences, which are more dangerous.
The Archbishop of the Church of Storms seemed to have gone there as well. Klein should be fine... On the way back, the figure surrounded by the strong wind left a deep impression on Dunn.
Although it wasn't the first time he met a demigod, it was the first time he witnessed the power of a demigod up close.
Considering that such a dangerous person was also attracted by the explosion in Cappin's mansion, he had to worry about his colleague who had returned from the dead.
Although he was not completely sure yet, after recent observations and various inconsistencies discovered before, he was almost certain that it was Klein.
Feeling increasingly stuffy in his chest, Dunn opened the window and took out his cigarette case, only to find that it was empty.
Staring at the uneasy night sky outside the window, Dunn's frown tightened slightly. After three hesitations, he turned and walked into the house, taking out a pipe and a small amount of tobacco leaves from the drawer under the coffee table in the living room.
While stroking the pipe that had been polished to a shiny finish, Dunn's eyes flashed with nostalgia.
This was his burial object, a personal belonging that was put into the coffin with him at that time. It is of the same nature as Klein's citrine pendant.
Bright sparks ignited on the dry tobacco, and a familiar feeling slid into his lungs along the airflow. Dunn squinted his eyes slightly, still frowning, staring at the end of the road without much light.
Wisps of smoke rose up along the pipe and gradually became thinner. Finally, when the last tobacco was burned out, the gas lamp at the end of Minsk Street welcomed a visitor.
The familiar double-breasted coat cast a long shadow, and the crisp tapping sound of the cane was extremely clear at night.
A minute later, the lights of No. 17, which had been cold and lonely most of the time, were turned on. Dunn stared at the silhouette cast on the window along the light, constantly busy and unable to hide his exhaustion, and the corners of his mouth slowly upwards.
"good."
The "Requiem Master", who hadn't tasted the taste of a pipe for a long time, didn't know who he was talking about. He extinguished the treasure that was still spitting smoke in his hand, turned around and walked towards the depths of the room.
Snap.
The light on the first floor of House No. 15 went out.
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I have an exam tomorrow and am preparing to go today, so I’ll update it, sorry.