The storm of light gradually subsided against the pale dead fire. The "morning light" filled every corner in front of the knight, and a high wall made of spiritual flames divided the entire room into two.
Angerboda's vertical eyes hidden under the eagle-head-shaped helmet were solidified with orange-red light. Looking at the ground in front of him that had no bones left and only a purple light remaining, he slightly raised his free left hand.
A spirit that was not consumed and died in the previous attack slid towards the light on the ground, stopped next to the extraordinary characteristics contaminated by the "Original Witch", held it into the body with transparent hands, and beat it
He spun around and plunged into the illusory black water waves on the floor, returning to the "Netherworld" deep in the spiritual world.
Behind the knight, Klein and Dunn, who were still conscious, were reminded by their spiritual intuition and carefully opened their closed eyes, tentatively looking towards the front covered by the "river water".
In Dunn's deep gray eyes, a one-eyed half-giant nearly three meters tall, wearing heavy armor and an eagle-headed mask was silently examining the direction he was in. His orange-red vertical eyes were pure and bright, attracting people.
caught his gaze.
A demigod? Dunn moved slowly in the direction of Klein beside him, and his body that was not standing upright bowed down again.
In the silence of the night, a sound of metal collision of armor suddenly sounded. Angelberda moved her neck, and her deep voice echoed and buzzed in the small space of the helmet:
"Are you a believer in the 'dark night'?"
After hearing the question from the unknown demigod in front of him, Dunn felt a huge pressure for no reason. The answer that originally came to his mouth was difficult to say. His mouth was slightly open, but not a single syllable came out.
"We are the Nighthawks of the Church of the Night Goddess, and this is my captain." Klein, who was beside Dunn Smith, saw the captain's strange behavior, quickly took the question, and answered clearly in Giant language.
Angelboda felt a little dazed when she heard the sudden and fluent Giant language. She was speaking Hermetic language just now.
After a brief silence, the demigod who seemed to have traveled through time spoke again, with a calm tone.
"I'm sorry for taking away one of your sealed objects just now, but it's impossible for me to return the sealed object with my own breath to you. As compensation, I will give you a copy of the corresponding characteristics."
Corresponding characteristics? Dunn, who could barely understand the other party's words, frowned slightly.
At Angelberda's signal, a strange-looking spirit in the shape of a hip flask jumped out of the illusory "river" at her feet, tremblingly saluted its owner, and then flew to Dunn.
After shaking it for a few times, a "gem" that made people peaceful just by looking at it was spit out from the top of its head, a "gem" with the characteristics of a "psychic".
There was another sound of metal colliding. Angelboda looked at Dunn, who was still in place, not daring to move, and Klein, who had just answered her question and was now hiding his curiosity and observing her secretly.
He couldn't help but sneered, turned around and walked towards the balcony bathed in the crimson moonlight.
Amidst the clanging sounds, the demigod who suddenly appeared and rescued the Nighthawks gradually blended into the surrounding environment. Around her, different colors increased irregularly, distorted and blurred into one after another larger ones.
The color blocks and velvet curtains seemed to be woven with blood and seemed to be flowing.
After a period of strangeness, the entire scene returned to its original state, except for the half-giant who seemed to have walked out of a historical fairy tale and disappeared.
The same ability as Mr. Azik? Klein recalled what he saw in the town of Ramd, the strange changes in the surrounding environment when Azik regained his memory, and couldn't help but guess the identity of the half-body just now.
"Captain, the one just now..."
Dunn, who was still staring at the empty balcony with a frown, shook his head slightly, then hurriedly approached Cornley, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead in the room, and casually gave instructions:
"Kleon, go downstairs and check if there are any survivors...Kenley leaves it to me."
"Okay." Klein nodded sharply, and glanced at Cornley who had fallen to the ground with some palpitations, as well as the bloody red and black residual arm next to him. The sadness and depression in his heart had not been seen for two weeks.
Just now, Angel Boda consciously used her "ferryman" ability to summon the "underworld" river to protect the surface of the floor and prevent the attack from spreading, causing the entire house to collapse.
But after the terrifying attack swept through, the entire left half of the floor on the second floor still seemed to have been plowed, with ravines and cracks intersecting one after another, cutting the originally luxurious brown wood floor into pieces.
Using the light of his spiritual vision, Klein finally stood at the stairs leading to the first floor of the house. Looking at the partially broken stairs, he couldn't help but feel a headache and put his hands on his forehead.
The muscles in his legs were tight, and he retracted his waist quickly, crossing the crack that was not too wide. In order not to roll down directly like a wheel, he could only speed up the alternating speed of his legs, and his posture was funny.
building.
As soon as he approached the living room where the servants gathered, he smelled a rotten smell that was difficult to conceal. He resisted the urge to cover his mouth and nose with his hands, slowly turned the corner, and cast his gaze towards the living room.
The gas lamp that was supposed to be on had burst and fell to the carpet mountain below. The crystal hangings collapsed on the floor, reflecting the crimson moonlight shining through the window.
In Klein's field of vision, dozens of bodies were either lying flat or leaning on each other, occupying the very spacious living room.
These bodies, which were still alive just ten minutes ago, now have yellowed bones, the skin and muscles on the body have rotted into a puddle of mud, and the internal organs inside the skeleton have also turned black, exuding an overwhelming stench.
Such disgusting "bodies" are displayed in different ways, forming a formation that seems to symbolize some evil symbol.
"This is the ritual that Mrs. Sharon wants to complete even at the expense of herself, a sacrificial ceremony?" Klein thought with an empty mind as he observed the dead people everywhere.
After he walked around and confirmed that there were no survivors, he raised his head and felt the surrounding environment. He returned to the stairs he had just come down with an uneasy feeling, preparing to go up to meet the captain.
After a run-up, he nimbly crossed the obstacle on the stairs and reached Mrs. Sharon's bedroom in a few steps.
His leather shoes stepped on the carpet that stretched all the way to the door, and the soft fluff offset the sound of the soles.
Just when he had adjusted his emotions and was about to step in and help the captain collect the body of Cornley, his face with obvious bookishness suddenly froze, and his brown pupils expanded uncontrollably.
He saw the captain lying next to Cornley, his head buried in his neck, his nose trembling slightly, as if he was sniffing some delicious food.
Suddenly, Dunn, with blood on the corner of his mouth, looked at Klein, who was standing at the incomplete door frame. There was unconcealable excitement on his face that had the traces of time, and his deep gray eyes were unusual.
"Klein, Kornley is still alive."
Still alive... Klein's spirit perked up, and he immediately threw away the speculation he had just subconsciously thought up in his mind. Regardless of the danger, he ran in the direction of the captain and Cornley, and almost narrowly escaped on the rugged floor.
fall.
He limped closer to Cornley, touching the inner pocket of his windbreaker with one hand, and tentatively pressing his hand against Cornley's body, feeling his breath.
After a few seconds of silence, he slowly exhaled, looked up at the captain, and asked tentatively:
"Do you want to give Conley the medicine first?"
Dunn shook his head in denial without hesitation, checked the cross-section of Cornley's left arm covered in ice, and said immediately:
"The drugs we usually use are similar to medical cardiac injections and may have the opposite effect. Now withdraw from here and I will drive. You are responsible for paying attention to Kenli's condition and sending him directly to the hospital."
Klein's hand on the inside of his windbreaker twitched, and then he moved it out. There was nothing in his hand.
"Then now, I'm afraid Cornley won't be able to hold on for long."
Dunn looked at Klein's stiff movements and evasive eyes, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and gave a wry smile.
"good."
Then the two of them acted quickly, carefully carrying Cornley down to the second floor one after the other. Restraining the impulse in their hearts, they quickly walked out of Mrs. Sharon's house and garden, and transported him to the night watch station parked far away.
on the carriage.
Dunn didn't waste any time and quickly sat in the coachman's seat. He didn't bother to sort out his already tattered clothes, took off his coat and threw it to Klein who was sitting in the carriage behind him.
"Cover it for Cornley."
Without waiting for Klein's response, he waved his arms and raised the reins high. The horses that had been waiting for orders exerted force at a constant speed and drove the carriage.
Thanks to Dunn's skilled driving skills, the undecorated, black-based carriage was not too fast and drove smoothly to the nearest hospital.
They avoided obstacles along the way and arrived at their destination in only nearly twenty minutes.
Dunn, who was sitting in the coachman's seat, quickly got out of the car and ran to the entrance of the carriage. He and Klein once again worked together to carry Cornley into the dimly lit hospital.
Accompanied by the nurse's exclamation, the hurried steps of the overtime doctor, and Klein's unhurried voice explaining his identity, Cohen was successfully sent to the operating room.
Dunn, who had been busy all night, looked at Klein who was obviously exhausted next to him, and suggested in a low voice:
"I can guard this place, and you can go home and take a rest."
Klein kept rubbing his forehead, which was already throbbing with pain, feeling the emptiness and pain in his brain, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"If I go back like this, my brothers and sisters will be frightened. I'd better rest here. I can help Cohen if he needs it."
Dunn didn't try to dissuade him any more, he just nodded slightly and found a place to sit down.
Klein looked at the captain who looked normal and behaved without any weird behavior. He left silently and sat in the corner opposite the captain. His right hand once again reached out to the inside of the windbreaker. His palm was bent, as if he was holding something, and he leaned against the wall.
He buried his head between his knees and soon fell asleep.
Dunn observed Klein's subtle movements, glanced a few times, and couldn't help but sigh. He clenched and unclenched his hands. Clearly tiredness inevitably appeared on his face with a straight nose, and his back gradually became rickety.
"No extraordinary characteristics have been released. It's great that no extraordinary characteristics have been released."
When he lowered his head and murmured, Klein, who was sleeping against the wall, seemed to relax his frown.
............
"Klein, Klein." Klein, who was curled up in the corner with a slight frown, opened his eyes in a daze under the harassment from the outside world. With obvious dark circles under his eyes, he looked at the kid who disturbed his sleep.
kind.
In his blurred vision, Leonard, who was very rare and well-dressed in formal clothes, was shaking him with an innocent face. Next to him stood another colleague, who was looking at Luo who was looking at Klein with concern.
Yao.
The sun is really poisonous... Klein looked away, opened his mouth to breathe, then as if he thought of something, his body tensed up, and he suddenly asked his colleague:
"How's Cornley doing?"
Luo Yao, who has silky black hair, blinked his big eyes and replied calmly:
"We are out of danger."
Leonard on the side also nodded in agreement:
"The wound on his left hand was frozen by Mrs. Sharon's attack, which actually stopped the bleeding. The real danger is internal bleeding, which requires a long period of rest."
"It's okay." Klein tried to get up, but found that because he had slept curled up all night, his joints felt like they had been hit hard by a hammer, with swelling and pain everywhere, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
He declined Leonard's kindness, propped himself up by the wall, glanced at the empty hospital hall, and said in a confused tone:
"Where's the captain?"
Pulling on the collar with his fingers, Leonard, who looked unnatural, unbuttoned a button and answered casually:
"The captain also received a doctor's examination this morning. He had a cut on his leg and is now being bandaged."
Luo Yao on the side added quickly:
"If it weren't for the fact that you weren't injured and the captain told us that you were very exhausted, we were going to drag you up and let the doctor check you out."
Listening to the implicit concern of his teammates, Klein's seriousness in his heart eased slightly. He recalled the captain's suspicious behavior last night, shook his head, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said in a calm voice:
"Thanks."
Luo Yao, who suddenly received the thanks, felt a little embarrassed and adjusted his posture unnaturally. On the other hand, Leonard beside her responded with a smile on his face, without any resistance at all.
When we were in a stalemate with Mrs. Sharon and were about to be in danger, it was the captain who came to the rescue; Cornley was not injured twice because the captain immediately knocked him away from the radiation range of the sealed object; in the end, the captain was just confirming whether Cornley was really
Death, just normal behavior, just normal behavior...
Klein's tightly pursed lips suddenly loosened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and shook his head vigorously, as if to get rid of all the worries that were troubling him.
With an unnatural smile on his face, he asked Leonard in a brisk tone:
"Can you borrow some money? I seem a little hungry."