The giant crimson dragon roared in the sky, surrounded by flames, like a sun that was about to fall, trying desperately to leave behind its last light and heat.
Seeing the scorching fireball lighting up the center of the storm, Bernadette groaned and closed her eyes.
Even though she had never opened her "Peeping Eyes" since entering this island, she could clearly "see" the mysterious symbols densely covered on the surface of the sun and entangled in the core of the fireball.
It is a chaotic and mixed state of mythical creatures. Its status far exceeds that of angels, and it is by no means simply a "weather warlock" as Medici claimed.
Feeling the call from the soul, Surte was so obsessed that he couldn't care less that the Red Angel was right next to him. Flames could not stop rising from his body, fighting against the mist, as if it might rise into the sky at any time.
But after all, he is a demigod who has spent a long time. His reason can still fight against the strong cohesion between extraordinary characteristics, so that he will not be completely blinded and give himself to the mythical creatures in the sky that are about to die out to serve as a life-extending salary.
firewood.
"What's wrong, you don't dare to fight for what you want right in front of you?" Medici smiled happily, but there was not much smile in his eyes, instead there was a hint of seriousness.
"Your Majesty the Great Angel, why don't you take that characteristic yourself."
Surte did not give in at all due to the difference in strength. Instead, the flames around him burned even more intensely, and the luster of the steel was burned red under the blazing flames.
He didn't know the name of this mysterious angel, and he didn't understand where a "Hunter" angel appeared from now that the characteristics of most "Hunter" angels were clear, and he even made an agreement with Bernadette.
Some degree of alliance.
But as a "conspirator" and a senior high-ranking person, he knows very well that this kind of alliance is often just duckweed on the water. As long as there is a little disturbance, the originally stable relationship can be overturned in an instant.
And in a place like this, there may be pollution related to the "Hunter" path behind the door. Even an angel in good condition would not do it easily, let alone the one next to me who doesn't look very healthy...
..Sulte weighed it for a moment and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to propose something, he saw Medici looking at him with a playful look on his face and extending his palm towards the "Weather Warlock" who was helplessly struggling in the sky.
The flag mark between her eyebrows glowed brightly with blood, and even the giant dragon that had completely turned into pure flames was gradually dyed crimson, indistinguishable from the color of that flag.
The connection between the spiritual beings was instantly cut off. Bernadette looked at the red angel in shock, and the palm holding the pale mask couldn't help but move a little closer to her face.
Sirte can betray himself, but what about Medici, who is the top "conspirator"?
"Don't you think your little thoughts are ridiculous?" Medici rubbed her forehead. It seemed that the vision just now had a big impact on her.
"Although I consider myself to be an old antique, why is the education outside so bad after all these years? Can't the 'hunters' find qualified teachers to teach themselves?"
"Even if you don't have a teacher, there are always a few relatives who are willing to support the younger generation, right?"
Soult, who screamed with spiritual warning, instantly turned into a flaming spear and was about to throw himself towards the coast and further away.
But the blazing white spear fell down before it flew very far, revealing the human form inside. Medici forcefully and domineeringly incorporated Surte into his spiritual network, instantly depriving the demigod of his control over the flames.
The sea of fire of astonishing scale immediately turned back, turning into abstract scorching tentacles, binding its master.
Looking at the skin that no longer shone with metallic luster, Medici ignored the distance and grabbed Surte's head. The powerful cohesion force suddenly rose, and he actually extracted the extraordinary characteristics from Surte's body bit by bit.
As the crimson pure light points were extracted from Surte's body one by one, this demigod who appeared to be in his sixties but had piercing eyes soon no longer cares about the years, and was like an ordinary person.
As he gets older, more wrinkles and folds have taken over his skin, and the dark age spots have completely destroyed his handsomeness when he was young. His usually sharp red eyes are covered with a layer of foggy white, and the pores that have shrunk due to pain have also slowed down.
Slowly amplify and spread.
Bernadette witnessed Medici lose his attributes and his figure became more real. The pale mask in his palm was almost pressed against her chin, ready to reawaken this sealed object in which the great consciousness was sleeping.
Finally, all the light spots were integrated into Medici's body. She opened the door without any regrets to Surte, who was already old and almost the same as a corpse. She looked at the frightened Bernadette and was quite happy.
smiled.
"Don't look at me like that. Wasn't the original plan just to kill him?"
"But you never told me that there really is a 'weather warlock' hidden here." Bernadette was ready, and was a little annoyed that she had followed Medici's suggestion when landing.
If she had not locked Sauron and Einhorn's spirits and magic lamp deep into the treasury at that time, she could have used a safer method to fight the Red Angel instead of risking being transformed by the "Pale Death" at any time.
The risk of becoming undead confronts you here.
"Little princess, you haven't asked me before?" Medici looked at the dragon that had begun to collapse in the sky and raised his eyebrows.
"And I'm not entirely sure whether Bansi has really retained this characteristic after so many years. I thought that slippery big octopus had already asked his angels to level the island and steal it.
Got my reserve fund.”
"This is your oversight, isn't it?" Medici spread his hands, but still had the trademark smile on his face.
Bernadette put down the mask in her hand and turned to look at the sky.
"What are you going to do with that thing?"
Medici shook her hair eagerly and spoke in a brisk tone.
"Although she will die if you don't care about her, the movement is enough to attract attention. Rather than letting others take advantage of the loophole, I prefer to pay a price to get it into my own hands."
As he spoke, the red angel suddenly turned blazing white, and like Surte just now, turned into a spear and rushed into the sky, piercing straight into the flaming dragon's head.
"The 'fool' who does not belong to this era..."
Medici turned into a human again, holding the dragon's head like a matador, and muttered something. A large amount of gray suddenly poured out of his body that had not yet completely solidified, fighting against the increasingly darker and faintly spreading flag marks.
At an infinite height, the god sitting on the main throne of the magnificent palace looked down at the world. He stared blankly at the red angel who was fighting with the symbol of disaster, with a trace of displeasure flashing in the corner of his eyes.
Although she knew that after the death of their ancestors, the descendants of Medici came to Banxi under the leadership of the only remaining angel, she never thought that the angel had already been contaminated by the city of disaster hidden deep in Banxi and turned into
A mythical creature on the verge of struggle and destruction.
There was no problem when Kwasitun was holding the "Red Priest" Uniqueness. When exactly... "Secret" frowned, his palms turned violently, and there was endless gray around him. The fog also boiled, even disturbing the seemingly eternal blue-black light gate in the depths of the fog sea. Using Medici's body as a medium, the gray-white color that descended into the world mercilessly suppressed the thick pollution attached to the dragon's body.
This grayish white expanded for a moment and enveloped the giant dragon and Medici. The mist all over the center of the island also trembled, and it flowed crazily to the door of the telegraph office. Bernadette, who was standing at the intersection, was in a state of confusion. I could faintly capture the screams coming from the telegraph office.
After an unknown amount of time, the "Peeper", with his eyes locked, felt that the spiritual warning had subsided a little, and a flesh-and-blood hand gently patted his shoulder.
Bernadette tentatively opened her eyes, only to see that the "sun" in the sky had fallen, and the storm had once again occupied the sky. The red angel, whose face was pale and almost corpse-like, was swinging a blood-stained bone sword, one after another.
Medici chuckled and put away the bone sword.
"Although you have exceeded your promise, I will still only give you the original reward."
"Of course not here. If my guess is correct, the angel of the storm should be coming soon."
............
Boom!
The storm surrounding the island became even more violent, and even the center of the island had extra black winds, completely surrounding the town. From the outside, only the unusually dazzling light caused by something unknown could be seen from the outside.
Daniz looked at the exaggerated vision less than a kilometer away from him, and regardless of the danger, he quickly grabbed Gehrman's arm.
"Where the hell are we going now?"
Amidst the howling wind, Klein looked at Daniz's mouth shape to figure out what he was talking about.
He thought for a moment and glanced coldly towards the dock.
"Go around the coastline and get back to the boat."
"Go back to the ship?" Daniz was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he actually felt that it was not impossible.
With Gehrman's strength, there is no chance of annihilating the "hunters" who just escaped. Moreover, such a powerful person who carries a strange sealed object with him must have a more mysterious organization behind him, but I don't know. Are they the ones you are familiar with?
As the storm roared, the not-so-long team began to move slowly again, moving in the direction where the ship was docked.
I don’t know if it has something to do with the weird storm in the center of the island, but Klein didn’t encounter the headless monster he saw halfway up the mountain along the way. Only when he passed by the Storm Church, he encountered a man wearing a bishop’s robe. The corpse seemed to have been drained of blood and had been dead for a long time. Only the extraordinary characteristics that had just been released could prove that the bishop's real death time was not far away.
After this brief interlude, the advancing team finally saw the dock and the lonely North Wind, which was about to set sail.
Passengers in the queue screamed uncontrollably, and even a woman with fragile nerves burst into tears, causing a few children to collapse together, forcing Klein to switch from "Creeping Hunger" to "Psychological Hunger". "Doctor" and set out to calm the emotionally out-of-control passengers.
While he continued to treat him, he retracted his gaze from the passenger ship and glanced at Danitz.
"You will check on the passengers later and make sure they are safe."
As he spoke, Klein pulled out the "Revolver of Attachment" from the inside of his coat and threw it to Daniz.
"You want to go on the boat alone?" Daniz held the revolver and looked at the quite a few passengers behind him, feeling vaguely embarrassed.
Shit, although there are many "hunters" on the ship, it is obviously more dangerous on land. What should I do if a monster suddenly appears? I can't protect so many passengers!
Do you think I dare to leave you and the passengers on the ground without any divination in advance?
Klein turned his head and glanced at Daniz, without saying anything more, he snapped his fingers and let the orange-red flames devour him.
The next moment this stream of flames appeared on a piece of driftwood at the bottom of the ship that had been rolled down from the pier by the storm, the adventurer who walked out of it showed his amazing balance ability, using the dagger turned from the shadow cane in his hand, bit by bit.
Climbed up the hull of the ship.
On the deck of the North Wind, the "hunters" could be heard shouting at the sailors everywhere. Their palms were on fire, forcing the sailors who had no idea what was happening to risk leaving the port, even though the second officer explained bitterly that it was almost impossible to travel through the storm at night.
It didn't help, and instead he got a severe beating.
Placing the deck from the stern, Klein, who was hiding in the corner through the shadows, watched all this with his eyes. He glanced at the dimly lit "stand-in", covered his right hand with his left hand, and tried to control the only spirit that could barely be brought into range.
body line.
...
On the shore of the pier, Daniz, who had finally managed to get the ladies and children to stop making noise, squinted his eyes to see the details on the ship, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only see a few small black dots pushing and shouting.
"ah!"
The screams sounded again, and Daniz, who was in a nervous mood, turned his head impatiently.
"What happened?"
In the darkness without light, a man pointed to the side street with a frightened look, pointing at a staggering shadow.
Daniz pushed aside the crowd whose nerves were tortured and would collapse if they encountered the slightest situation, and stood in front of them.
At this distance, he finally saw the true form of the figure - a living corpse wearing a black cloak, leaning forward, exposing a bleeding neck, and an empty head!
And there was more than one such monster, three headless monsters running from nowhere were approaching the passengers.
Although their bodies may be incomplete and have obvious burn marks, they are probably the remnants of monsters that escaped by chance, but for Daniz who needs to protect the passengers, this is very unfriendly.
Shit!
Seeing the headless corpse in front of him roaring like a beast from its throat and suddenly running towards him, Daniz could only curse inwardly, wave his arm, and throw out a ball of orange fire that had been repeatedly compressed from his palm.
As he approached, the famous pirate did not relax. Instead, he relied solely on instinct to lift the "Revolver of Attachment" given to him by Hermann, accurately pulled the trigger, and shot through the limbs of the living corpse.
In the burning broken cloak, a few conspicuous spots of darkness suddenly swelled, and the running zombies fell to the ground on their backs, and they could only roar helplessly.
But before Daniz could breathe a sigh of relief, the passengers behind him scattered in all directions, like a flock of frightened sheep, scurrying around the pier.
The other two zombies also attacked!
Daniz deliberately wanted to throw a fireball and draw his gun to shoot, but he was blocked by the passengers who were running away in a panic. It was difficult to aim at the living corpse that was chasing behind the passengers. He was confused by the many targets and actually wandered back to the place without knowing where to start.
Just when a living corpse avoided Daniz's fire crow harassment and almost caught a passenger, the darkness on the entire pier suddenly deepened. The behavior of all passengers, including the living corpse, was distorted to a certain extent.
The steps turned to the same goal and regrouped into a team, while the living corpses completely lost their way and rushed towards the only remaining fire crow.
Daniz watched his Fire Crow ignite an explosion dozens of times larger than usual, and stayed where he was.