Mrs. Sharon, who was originally forced into a dream by Dunn Smith, was under the influence of the lavender magical light. Her eyes, which were naturally closed, began to tremble slightly, showing signs of waking up.
Deep in the gorgeous room, the source of the lavender light, streams of thick black sludge overflowed from the thick safe, as if something terrifying was about to come.
Is it the statue of the "Original Witch"? Klein tried his best to stay calm, quickly drew his gun, and frantically pulled the trigger on Mrs. Sharon, who was not yet fully awake.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
As silver-white bullet casings fell silently on the soft and luxurious carpet one after another, the bullets dragging the crimson light mercilessly crashed into Mrs. Sharon's head, destroying it under the influence of strong external force.
Zhang's beautiful face, red, white, and yellow, spread all over the floor.
"Ha, ha, ha..." Klein, who quickly emptied the entire magazine, did not relax because of the shattering of Mrs. Sharon's head. He gasped and turned his head slightly, looking at the man who had not responded just now.
Cornley came over and tilted his head forward.
Cornley, who had also learned the internal body language of the Nighthawks, slowly raised the sealed object in his hand towards the direction of Mrs. Sharon's body.
For a moment, the entire house fell into an eerie silence, except for the thick safe that was emitting purple light and still overflowed with sticky sludge.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The safe suddenly heard the sound of being knocked by a heavy object, and the entire box deformed. A gray-white color swept the entire room for a while, infecting reality.
Oops, I can't move... Klein struggled to move his eyes and looked at Cohen Li, who was holding a sealed object, and found that his teammate was also frozen in place, like a vivid wax figure.
Not only have their bodies lost the ability to move, but their thinking abilities also seem to be deteriorating with the passage of time. They can only watch Mrs. Sharon, whose head has been broken into a puddle, get up again with distorted movements.
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"Crimson!"
Dunn Smith, who had been responsible for delaying Mrs. Sharon downstairs just now, dragged the back of his coat behind him and flipped up from the balcony on the second floor nimbly. Before his body landed on the ground and was about to come into contact with the "grey", his right arm started to tremble.
With a twist of his wrist, a silver-white spell quickly shot into the spacious bedroom.
With the explosion of crimson "moonlight", unprecedented peace calmed the process of "grey" eroding reality, and the power of the night rivaled the purple light!
Dunn landed on his feet and hit Klein and Cornley with the revolver in his hand, helping them get out of trouble.
Cornley looked at the captain excitedly, only to find that Dunn's gray eyes were even deeper than usual, like an unfathomable fog condensed in this small lens.
Is the captain so skilled? Klein took this opportunity to quickly load the demon-hunting bullets. He stared at "Mrs. Sharon" who had been completely "resurrected" and her brain was roughly spliced. He said to the captain in a deep voice:
"Captain, we must first destroy the safe. There is a statue of the 'Original Witch' in it. I suspect that the statue has lost part of its power, causing the current changes."
Dunn nodded indifferently, adjusted the revolver in his right hand, and aimed one arm at "Mrs. Sharon" who was adjusting her body condition.
"You and Cornley make full use of 3-0782 as much as possible, and I will control the front."
After hearing the captain's instructions, Klein acted subconsciously, and he and Cornley dispersed in different directions, forming a stable triangle that completely blocked "Mrs. Sharon's" retreat.
"The captain is Sequence Seven, and I am the 'Joker' who is good at close combat. Cornley has a more dangerous sealed object in her hand. No matter which way she goes, it is impossible to kill her opponent immediately." Klein held up his hands.
Holding the mahogany handle of the revolver tightly, he glanced at Dunn from the corner of his eye, "The captain's state is very wrong, it's not like his style..."
This thought only appeared for a moment, and he immediately threw it out of his mind and concentrated on being on guard against the possible mutation of 'Mrs. Sharon'. He chose to trust the teammates he got along with day and night. This was reasonable!
The twisted joints of 'Mrs. Sharon' adjusted her condition, the mud in the heavy safe stopped flowing, and the faint purple light was completely extinguished at this moment, being buried in darkness.
"Secret." "Mrs. Sharon" shook the newly connected head. Dozens of transparent silk threads pulled various decorations in the room, blocking the bullets fired by Klein and Cornley, as well as sawdust and ceramic fragments.
All over the place.
Perhaps her head was roughly rejoined, and the facial features on her no longer beautiful face were also misaligned, and the movements of her lips did not match her voice.
Standing directly in front of the balcony, with the crimson moonlight on his back, Dunn looked directly into the clear eyes of 'Mrs. Sharon'. He fired several shots with the pistol raised in his right arm. Taking advantage of the shocking sound of the gunshot, he softly snapped his fingers with his left hand behind him.
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call!
The wind blowing out of the window stopped for a moment, and the whole room became darker and darker. In the tranquility, the sound of gunfire from the revolver actually reverberated.
"Mrs. Sharon's" expression was dull for a second or two, and her head, which was pieced together by invisible forces, was about to break into pieces again.
Her ferocious face showed an uncontrollable twist of anger, her brown pupils reflected the huge invisible cascading doors outside the window, and she let out a frightening scream.
"Ah!" Keenli, who was holding the sealed object, fell to the ground. In pain, the mirror that was meant to be shown to "Mrs. Sharon" but had never functioned for some reason fell to the ground face up.
A straight outline of the shadow of Cornley, who was holding his head and howling with a headache.
In the eyes of Klein, who was also fighting against the terrifying scream, Cornley, who had a distorted expression, stopped screaming instantly, as if someone had blocked his mouth. His entire face was covered with a thick shadow, and his expression was heavy and heavy.
Weird.
Before anyone could react, the thread controlled by "Mrs. Sharon" was raised again, and clusters of burning black flames suddenly appeared in the air. Together with the frost spreading on the ground, it seemed to torture the three night watchers.
lethal.
Dunn Smith, whose expression was still indifferent, glanced at the attacks coming from all directions, and as if predicting the future, he quickly ran towards the blind spot of all these, and ran in a roundabout way towards the man who was standing there, his head about to be cut off by silk thread.
Cornley.
During this process, his gaze did not shift at all. He rotated his left hand to his left hand, raised it directly without aiming, and blindly shot away a frost spear that Klein had ignored.
Deep full-length mirror.
Bang! Klein was reminded by the gunshot fired by Dunn. The body that was jumping up in the air twisted his waist forcefully, driving the person to the side, and approached "Mrs. Sharon" who was still standing there, seemingly unable to move freely.
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He randomly picked up a short wooden stick, turned his wrist, and the invisible force instantly strengthened the stick's toughness, dragging a strong gust of wind, and struck at "Mrs. Sharon" who was concentrating on harassing and attacking Dunn.
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Snapped!
In the front swept by the stick, "Mrs. Sharon" had long since disappeared, replaced by a larger glass fragment, which was the mirror that Dunn had broken just now!
Where the full-length mirror was originally, a burst of black flames rose up. "Mrs. Sharon"'s slender and tall body walked out of it, and three silk threads attached to the frost burst into the air.
Klein had no time to dodge, so he could only hold up his wooden stick to resist. He hooked his free left foot and pulled the easel next to him to fall in front of him.
"Mrs. Sharon's" expression suddenly became distorted, and her clear eyes showed a completely different emotion. It seemed that these two different personalities were interfering with each other at this time.
The silk thread that was originally split sharply seemed to have been disturbed. Klein escaped with the help of a tough wooden stick, while the other one passed over Dunn's head. Only in front of Cornley, the frost had climbed onto his head.
Body, death is coming.
Dunn, who was running, quickened his pace in an instant, picked up a broken decoration beside him, and threw it at Cornley, who was standing there, unaware of the danger.
With a muffled sound, Cornley staggered a few steps to the side. His left arm, wrapped in formal clothes, was thrown up high. The surface was covered with frost lines. He fell to the ground and was broken into pieces soaked in blood.
Red and black flesh.
Dunn, who finally arrived, knocked him away. With low pressure, his left hand picked up the ancient silver mirror that had fallen on the ground and was facing up. His high hairline flashed in the mirror.
Boom! He rolled over, ignoring the pain of hitting the solid furniture, and steadily pointed the mirror with both hands towards "Mrs. Sharon" who had already controlled Klein with her python-like hair behind her.
The mirror was instantly dyed with a layer of lavender, and the ferocious face of "Mrs. Sharon" was clearly reflected in it. The picture suddenly became deep and dark, as if it was connected to the spirit world.
"Secret!" "Mrs. Sharon", whose hair fell for no reason, gave up her restraint on Klein. Her clear eyes were filled with anger, hatred, panic, and panic, and she stared at the expressionless Dunn.
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She wiped her hands on the lens, and Cornley, whose wound on her left arm was covered in frost, screamed. She was in a happy mood, and her cracked mouth formed an exaggerated and twisted arc.
She frantically stabbed her right hand with sharp nails into her stomach, and pulled out her internal organs as if nothing happened. Using her body as raw material and a layer of servant souls as fuel, she set up a curse on the spot!
Klein, who was left aside, stood up unsteadily and barely regained consciousness. He looked at "Mrs. Sharon" who was very close at hand, and subconsciously raised the revolver, but then remembered that he had already emptied the bullets.
It would be nice if the "talisman" on his body was still there, but it was thrown into the gray mist at this time... Klein glanced at the silk thread surrounding Mrs. Sharon, and jumped back a few times decisively, or
Rolling or jumping forward, he avoided the attacks that "Mrs. Sharon" released at will in order to ensure the success of the ceremony.
He did not try to fight, but ran directly to Cornley behind the captain, and towards the pistol with bullets next to the injured teammate.
Seeing that "Mrs. Sharon"'s ritual was about to succeed, Dunn, who held the sealed object in front of him, gave up the action instantly, dropped the mirror in his hand, and ran towards "Mrs. Sharon", constantly pulling the trigger in his hand.
, the solid figure briefly passed over the mirror, his eyes were firm, no longer as deep as a thick fog.
In the spirit world opposite, the eyes of the huge spirit body suspended silently in front of the space seal suddenly ignited with blue flames, linking the coordinates in the distance.
His figure quickly faded and merged with the thick color block behind him. Within a second, another figure appeared here again, looking around stiffly, as if looking for something, the vertical eyes under the eagle-shaped helmet.
Revealing obvious excitement.
Her eyes traveled to every corner around her, and then stopped at the secret seal in front of her.
Looking at the seals "engraved" with layers of illusory doors, she immediately took off the badge that was a mixture of "Pupilless Eyes" and "Twisted Threads" from the buckle outside the armor, without hesitation
Pressed it up.
"Original Witch?" Feeling the power behind the seal, her vertical pupils emitting orange-red light couldn't help but reveal a trace of doubt. She only paused for a moment, and then resolutely stepped into the corresponding reality.
As a slave of the Lord, it is our first mission to eliminate His enemies.
A black knight wearing heavy armor emerged from the void, and a pale crescent-shaped light struck the safe in the corner of the room with the force of thunder.
In the face of absolute power, this heavy iron block was easily torn apart like a paper toy, and the storm of light purified every inch of filth.
She touched the giant sword to the ground, and layers of illusory water waves floated on the carpet beneath her. The dark water swallowed up the simple silver mirror that she had just used as the medium of descent.
"Mrs. Sharon", who was about to release the curse, was stunned on the spot, her clear brown eyes were full of doubts and confusion, and her mouth shape did not match her voice.
"Angelberda, you are still alive!"
"Chike." The half-giant Angel Boda looked at the body with a terrifying face in front of her, and couldn't help but think of other members of the witch sect she had seen, of Katarina, and of what she had seen in her adoptive father's diary.
description of.
Why is this different?
The aura on her body shocked Klein and Dunn, who were still conscious. The spiritual warning sounded in their minds, reminding them to hold their heads and close their eyes, not to look directly at the terrifying knight standing in the center of the room.
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Angelboda had no intention of chatting with this evil god she had only heard of. She grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and the broad sword with the width of the door was easily lifted. The solidified dusk and pale dead fire blended and emerged on it, and the houses
Below, the spirit body of the servant who was hypnotized by Dunn in advance and killed in the "Mrs. Sharon" ceremony was forcibly separated from the body, passed through the dark and illusory river, and rushed towards the "Snow" that was condensing the attack.
Mrs. Lun".
Seeing the attack that was about to take shape in front of her and the ghost strengthened by "The Ferryman", the clarity in "Mrs. Sharon's" eyes disappeared, and a daze gradually took over her eyes.
In the confusion of her thoughts, the frozen spear in front of her roared out with illusory black flames.
Just when it was about to touch Angelberda's helmet and seemed to be about to penetrate her head, the giant sword in the knight's hand struck out from the ground.
The pure storm of light completely swept through the room on the left side of the balcony.