The golden flames once again burned all around with Neus's whisper. In the narrow space, thick and round pillars of scorching light alternated with scalding rain of flames, cutting the semicircular passage that did not have much room for movement into multiple
area.
Covered in black scales and with an abnormally long body, the "devil" kept spinning and jumping in the air, its sharp hook-shaped bone claws clinging to the cement wall, and its limbs moved rapidly.
The blood-red boy's hole, occupied by the violence, looked around frequently, following the slender figure hiding behind the golden light stream, swimming up and down.
"Burn."
Another round of purifying light fell from the sky. It had been sneak attacked since the beginning of the battle. The "devil" who gradually couldn't bear it opened its mouth. A thick sulfur flame spat out along with the "blasphemous words". The moment it passed the front of the mouth
Stained with a spiritual curse, the orange-red color mixed with gunpowder smoke instantly turned into deep purple.
"Purify!"
He picked up a handful of holy water with both hands again, and with the help of rolling to avoid the first ray of flames, Neus suddenly placed the sun staff horizontally in front of him, and with the holy water fanning out in front of him, an unprecedented divine light came from before his eyes.
Rising, different from the original thin color, this relatively narrow beam of light could only block the torso of Neus, and combined with the holy water to form a wall, it firmly blocked the fire dragon venting its anger.
Different from the "Witch"'s black flames that burn spirituality and the dragon's breath that is close to biological instincts, the "Devil's" breath is more inclined to the combination of extraordinary abilities and physiological skills. Although it combines the advantages of both, it will only be based on the "Devil's"
The distinction between types is slightly better, but this also means that it is also subject to the disadvantages of both.
For example, now, after spitting a huge amount of flames, this "ancient demon" that has barely reached the sixth level of the sequence has no possibility of breathing again in a short time, but in the small space, the not-so-thin sulfur has been filled.
With the extremely poorly ventilated ducts, just a spark can completely explode this place.
This is also the reason why this "ancient demon" pours out all its breath regardless of the cost.
On the ground that was no longer muddy, Neus moved his charred hands slightly, staring directly at the "devil" who was gathering his fire breath and repositioning himself.
In a few seconds, the remaining holy light and flames here will disappear due to lack of spiritual support. In addition, the sun staff in my hand is not an item containing extraordinary properties. Although there is almost no need to consider the issue of negative effects, it has nothing to do with it.
In contrast, this is a short staff that will cause me harm just by using it. Every time I use it, I consume a lot of spiritual energy...
To put it simply, I may have to finish playing here... After clarifying the current situation, News felt more comfortable than ever before. The inorganic substance belonging to the "cold-blooded person" gradually faded away, and human emotions regained the high ground.
In the moment when the "ancient demon" on the ceiling pounced, he thought a lot.
He ran away from his family because of disgust, and did not dare to integrate into normal society because of fear. He has always been outside the group and was regarded as an alien. If the Creator hadn't seen him as too pitiful, he pushed the lovely angel to his side and let him live for the first time.
Having tasted the beauty of warmth for once, he will probably be on the road to promotion sooner or later.
He suddenly picked up the short staff that had been relaxed, and turned the staff decisively with both hands. A cold light flashed immediately following the movement, quickly passing over the almost dry holy water puddles, and stabbed forward.
"Sorry, you are too ugly."
Hot blood sprayed through the air filled with the smell of sulfur, and the sharp claws shaped like an aquiline tore off most of Neuse's shoulders, leaving only a few fibers connecting the thick white bones and the bright red muscles.
But at this time, the "ancient demon"'s slender face, which was very similar to that of a reptile, was neither a cunning hand nor a crazy sneer. Instead, it was filled with indescribable ferocity, and a sharp blade stabbed him squarely in the chest.
Eye socket.
"Leave far away!"
His right arm, which was almost torn apart by the "Devil's" claws, was loose and hanging low. News, who also had a ferocious look on his face, roared, turned his waist sideways, stared hard, and turned cruelly in the opposite direction, letting go of the arm that was stuck in the bone seam.
The sharp claw tore off the right arm, and at the same time, the left arm was clenched with the right fist that was holding the handle of the short staff and was limply hanging down. He continued to exert force against the end of the short staff, roaring and removing the half of the sharp blade that was still missing from the "devil"'s left eye.
All the holy water attached to the side of the blade was pushed in.
"Light!."
The ancient Hermetic words that were so concise that they only had one syllable squeezed out Neuse's long-dried spirituality. The dark purple skin covered the part of his right arm that was lacerated and blackened by the curse. Against the harbinger of loss of control caused by spiritual overdraft, Neuse
His legs suddenly exerted force, and he jumped back before the "devil"'s other claw struck.
He had an unprecedented hearty smile on his face, and looked at the "ancient demon"'s remaining single eye, looking at the madness in each other's eyes.
I am still a "devil" after all...
boom!
The thick holy light fell from the sky, swallowing everything in its whiteness, illuminating the sewer where there was never daylight.
...
In the sewer passage, Leonard, who fell at the back of the team, silently looked at the two companions in front of him who were looking left and right, trying to figure out what they were doing.
Although as a newcomer who had just joined the Red Gloves, he had not had many opportunities to learn more extraordinary knowledge when he was in Tingen, but in his impression, even the Sequence Six "Requiem Master" of the "Sleepless One" should be
There is no reconnaissance method other than driving spirits.
Not to mention that compared to the "Necromancer" who can also communicate with spirits, the "Soul Master" can only tame some relatively weak and newly formed spirits, and has basically no combat effectiveness.
So what method is Louis Yinwensi, or this guy pretending to be Louis Yinwensi, using to explore?
That Sherlock Moriarty should also be the Sequence 8 "Joker" of the "Soothsayer". When I was working with Crane, I never saw him being able to discover the enemy's whereabouts just by looking at him.
Ability...
You think so, old man?
Old man?
Leonard tilted his head and waited for a long time but did not hear a response.
I remember that the old man could hear my thoughts... Leonard glanced at the two people who were still carefully scouting the area, took a deep breath, lowered his voice and was about to repeat again:
"old......"
"Okay, stop screaming." Pales' helpless old voice sounded in his ears, interrupting Leonard.
She didn't expect that at her old age, she would have to worry about whether her existence would be easily exposed when she was parasitic.
"The Requiper" and the "Joker", hehe...
Pales laughed dryly and didn't know how to answer for a moment. He simply avoided the topic and turned to question Leonard.
"Do you really want them to know my existence and report you to the church?"
"Of course not." The poet classmate, who was choked in doubt, covered his mouth and shook his head aggrievedly, but he was still unconvinced and wanted to defend himself.
Suddenly, before Leonard could turn his head and cover his mouth again, Dunn, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped and looked in one direction. His dark red eyes seemed to turn into darkness for an instant.
"Can you see something in that direction?"
Following the direction Dunn pointed, Klein moved closer to the wall, his upper and lower teeth clicked, and he silently opened the perspective of spiritual vision and spiritual body line.
He tried to activate the maximum distance of the "substitute", and a weak shimmer appeared on the back of his hand. Under the cover of the illusion, Klein closed his eyes, gradually raised his point of view, and finally caught a few illusory threads wandering around the border.
"It's not very far, about 90 meters in a straight line."
He was unable to grasp the opponent's spiritual body thread. Even if this sealed object was made by "Mystery", it could only make up for the gap between Klein and the real "Secret Puppet Master". He could control objects within five meters at most.
Spiritual body thread.
Dunn nodded slightly, and the darkness in his dark red eyes flickered again.
He looked at Leonard and pointed at himself.
"In which direction we are approaching, after entering your control range, you directly try to control the target in a dream, and I am responsible for the close contact."
"You should know that the 'Incubus Demon' cannot move while in the 'dream' state."
Leonard frowned slightly and crossed his arms together.
"Maybe I can carry you."
Dunn thought for a while and nodded seriously, as if he really wanted to do this.
Anyway, whether he is "dreaming" or controlling "darkness", it will not affect his actions. Moreover, he also has a sealed artifact made with the characteristics of "hermit". Even if he uses the shadow, he can take the unconscious Leonard with him.
Go fast.
Leonard was shocked by the suggestion and opened his mouth slightly. He looked at Dunn with a shocked expression, as if he was thinking about how the other party could come up with such a method.
"Perhaps, we can give up on 'dreaming' first, and wait until we actually see the enemy before trying to control it."
Klein, who had been silent all this time, lifted his cane with one hand and hung the attachment revolver on the hem of his coat, breaking the deadlock.
Having completed the final adjustments, he met their gazes and shrugged indifferently.
"If what we find is really Mr. Andre, he is just Sequence 8 of the 'criminal' path. We have every chance to subdue him directly within a short distance, and there may not be any need to pull him into sleep."
Klein looked at Dunn who was thinking thoughtfully and Leonard whose brows were slightly relaxed. Just as he was about to say something, his spiritual premonition reacted one step ahead of him.
The image feedback of the Mo Lake suddenly came to him. Klein, who was tense like a conditioned reflex, looked again in the direction where the thread of the spiritual body was floating. After several refractions and obstructions, a white light that was no longer strong illuminated the foot of the cement wall.
of moss,
"Gentlemen," the "magician" hummed without much of a smile and made a serious joke, "I think we have to hurry up."
This is Backlund, the capital of a country where the Church of Storms is powerful. Not to mention the Extraordinaries of the "Sun" path, even Extraordinary items in the "Sun" field are very rare.
The white light just now and the warm breath that followed are clearly the characteristics of the "sun" path.
After looking at each other, the three people quickly reached a consensus. During the running process, Leonard, who was dissatisfied with the arrangement just now, silently obeyed and retreated to the end of the team again. His left hand covered the back of his right hand, as if he was brewing other forces.
In the increasingly narrow sewer channel, every time the three of Klein ran around a corner, the pungent smell of sulfur in the air became stronger, reminding them all the time that the enemy waiting ahead was indeed the "demon".
As the distance got closer, Dunn's running speed gradually slowed down and fell behind Klein. He pushed up the glasses that were about to slip off the bridge of his nose. His eyes suddenly became dark, and his facial features sank into shadows, as if they were hidden.
Behind the Veil.
Dunn took out a blood-red ring from his pocket and put it on his middle finger. The rich shadows combined with the more conceptual "darkness" instantly became active. The weak ripples turned into "waves" and swam through the light.
The twists and turns of the barrier quickly slid towards the two unclear auras in the distance.
The ability of the "Hermit"... Leonard, who was behind him, was a little surprised, but at this time he still followed the procedure discussed in advance and drew his own gun.
He was familiar with reloading with one hand, and before he tried to find the target, he saw Detective Moriarty, who was running at the front, stopped and looked to the right with a solemn expression, his eyes piercing through the wall.
The detective who claimed to be just a "clown" suddenly closed his right hand, and the tangle in his eyes was swept away. A bright stream of flame suddenly rose from his pocket and engulfed the entire figure.
In another passage across a bend, the sulfur gas that was everywhere suddenly stagnated for a second, and then the floating flames and small-scale explosion illuminated the place again.
Scraps of paper torn apart by the heat generated by the explosion were scattered in the air. In the dark corner, a charred paper figure was carbonized and shattered. Klein, who used his avatar to avoid damage, slowly walked out of the flames. After a disguise,
The light blue eyes suddenly turned around and stopped on a figure near the exit of the passage.
The thin body was covered with clothes whose original color could not be seen clearly. Every corner of the skin was burnt black and dark gray. Except for the shocking red color at the wound, almost no other colors could be seen.
Although his face had completely changed, Klein's intuition told him that the person who fainted on the ground was Nyus Andre.
Zheng!
The golden coin rose and fell from his hand, and the numbers on the front also proved Klein's intuition from the side.
So he was attacked too?
This Mr. Andre is indeed a member of the Blood Cult, but is he one of the ones being hunted?
Klein stood cautiously and did not rush up to investigate Andrei's specific situation. He slowly turned around and looked into the darkness deeper in the passage.
The diffuse smoke has not yet settled, and among the pungent black dust, a blood-red evil light gradually becomes clear.
It's just that the monster hiding in the dust and mist doesn't seem to be in very good condition. It's just silently taking advantage of the smoke and dust, constantly adjusting its position, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the person in front of it.
It's a pity that the few threads hanging on your body have betrayed you... Klein, who could see clearly from the perspective of the spiritual thread, curled his lips and quickly pulled out the "Revolver of Attachment" with his left hand.
He continued to pull the trigger at the figures under those illusory threads.
"slow!"
A slender figure without a few pieces of flesh on his body jumped out. The powerful hind limbs supported him to jump to the ceiling, but the missing part of the forelimbs could not seize the opportunity tightly. Only his left paw could barely hook.
Lived on the wall.
The "ancient demon" who barely survived the holy light that finally detonated in Nyus looked down at the indifferent humans on the ground, baring his teeth and expressing his anger.
If he hadn't withstood the explosion of the "Sun" path at close range, consumed all his breath in the battle with Nyus, and could no longer use long-distance means in a short period of time, he would definitely tear the human reptile on the ground to pieces.
Well, this "demon" doesn't have wings?
Klein looked at the slender figure hanging on the top of the sewer and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
In his impression, "devils" should be the kind with horns, wings on their backs, and the ability to throw brimstone fireballs, but this "devil" is obviously different from the one he has seen before, and is more like Will.
The style of the ancient god Fabuti that Ascetin has shown has a touch of dragon color.
But which dragon has no wings... Klein took a closer look at the back of the "demon". It was bare. The scales were missing or turned out after the explosion. In short, there was no good piece of meat. It looked like
It's like having ringworm, it's disgusting.
With inexplicable sympathy, like a "magician" who had finished his performance, Klein slightly bowed towards the direction where the "devil" was hanging upside down, with a smile on his lips.
Steady footsteps sounded from behind him. Before the "demon" could fully understand this provocative action, the shadow on top of him suddenly came to life, and several sticky and almost substantial tentacles restrained his limbs.
, the wave of shadows boiled crazily, and a pitch-black spike pierced his abdomen exposed under the shadow of the ceiling, smashing the "devil's" soft internal organs that were no different from humans, and squeezed the blood that was more like mud from the back crest
When it was stabbed out, dark red and almost black blood dripped.
Dunn, who had a calm face, stopped and was different from Leonard, who looked weird and couldn't help suppressing his excitement. He looked at the lifeless body of the "demon" and couldn't help but wonder:
"A type of 'demon' that has never been seen before..."
"Perhaps this is the 'ancient demon' that Mr. Mitchell guessed." Klein nodded in agreement and walked quickly towards News Ander, who was unconscious on the ground and had his arms cut behind his back by Leonard and handcuffed.
Lei examined the other party's wounds.
Although he is not very skilled, he also learned some basic skills from Fulai when he was in Tingen.
Carefully turning over Neuse's burned hands, Klein magically pulled out a bottle of hydrosol and sprinkled it on the "cold-blooded man"'s wounds.
"What are you doing?"
Leonard looked at Klein thoughtfully, put away the key to the handcuffs, and squatted next to him.
Klein put the empty metal bottle away, then pointed at the burns everywhere on News's hands, and then pointed at the corpse of the "demon" behind him that was dragged to the ground by the shadow tentacles from the ceiling.
"Don't you think it's strange? What attracted us here just now is obviously the holy light of the 'sun' path."
"These burn-like wounds are typical injuries caused by the 'sun' pathway ability."
Klein stood up straight, held a bit of Neuse's hair in his left hand to coordinate with the pendulum, and then looked into the depths of the passage where the smoke and dust had not yet dispersed.
"I think I probably have a clue about Andre's recent whereabouts."