A large number of soldiers rushed out of different buildings in the dark night with dim moonlight, forming teams without any chaos, or launching artillery pieces to bombard the roadblocks in the distance, or carrying rifles and forming groups of several people.
The form heads towards the boulevard area.
There are also combatants carrying steam backpacks and huge firearms. They always occupy the surrounding high points or convenient hiding places.
In a certain house in the camp, Albus, whose hair seemed to be dyed red, was sitting in the officer's seat, raising his legs to the edge of the table in front of him.
In his sight, there were heads floating in the air, with bloody spines trailing underneath them, like long tails.
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These heads flew towards the headless corpse wearing a blue and gold-lined soldier's coat, aligned the blood-stained white spine with the empty neck, and put it inside.
Click! They completed the "installation" at the same time, twisting left and right a few times to get familiar with their new bodies.
The newly created soldiers quickly picked up their weapons, followed unknown orders, and rushed out in a very disciplined manner.
Albus Medici clicked his tongue and said, "What a nostalgic scene!"
"Will there be a river of blood tonight?"
There are many spiers standing on the outside, and the outside of the off-white building complex is painted with a lot of gold.
"Magician" and "Justice" heard the roar of artillery.
"Rebellion in advance?" The "magician" wearing a white tie shirt and a beige skirt had a little starlight in his eyes, as if he had passed through the obstacles of the spiritual world and saw the movement of the military camp.
Her previous horoscope results showed that it would take some time for the disaster to break out, but Jenna caught the cyborg monks and discovered that they were connected to the followers of the evil god. After transporting paints and brushes, her fate obviously changed. Unreal
The gears are officially turning.
The disaster started in advance without adequate preparation.
"Justice" wearing a light blue dress listened to the roaring cannons and said in a calm voice:
"Obviously, such a scale cannot overthrow the current government of Intis, and can only bring about a certain, short-term chaos..."
"Is there any coordination with strikes, marches, protests, riots, etc.?"
"These are the strengths of the 'Iron Cross' and the Carbonari. The disappearance of Gardner Martin and some of his men may have been an attempt to ignite sparks, but now it seems that the two parts are not closely connected enough and lack effective cooperation.
There was no linkage." The "Magician" set his sights on the southeastern area, where there are the memorial hall area, the market area and the botanical garden.
"Justice" nodded lightly and said, "This shows that our efforts have a certain effect."
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"They were forced to advance. It's good to be able to do this."
As soon as she finished speaking, the "doll" messenger wearing a light golden skirt came out of the void and handed the letter from "Judgment" to the "Magician".
"Good evening, Miss Justice, I hope you are in a good mood." The messenger happily greeted "Justice".
She is a spiritual creature with mysophobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a love for beauty, and Miss Justice perfectly fits her hobbies.
On the contrary, it was her employer who couldn't bear to see many shortcomings, so she could only increase the workload on herself. Of course, this also brought closeness and trust between the two parties.
The "Magician" unfolded the letter and browsed it quickly, his expression slightly changed: The world in the painting...
"Did Arrods vaguely see the rough situation of the world in the painting with the help of the lucky gold coin and the seal of Mr. Fool on Lumian?"
"Part of the scene on Market Avenue..."
After "Magician" whispered, he said to "Justice": "I roughly understand what those evil believers want to do, and I also understand why they are in the form of a 'hotel' and what the nature of those 'rooms' is.
"We can't delay any longer, take action now, control or clean up 'Ms. Moon', and then go find the world in the painting."
"Justice" nodded: "Okay."
She immediately smiled and said: "Believe in our companions and our collaborators."
"Um."
The "Magician" took a step toward the Sacred Heart Monastery, and the corners of his beige dress suddenly fluttered.
She raised her hands, and bright stars appeared one after another around her.
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They look very far away, but they are densely packed, as if they merge into the night sky on the plateau.
These countless stars shed light on the surface of the Sacred Heart Monastery.
The "Magician" then pulled up the void in front of him as hard as he was holding a heavy object.
In the violent and silent shaking, the Sacred Heart Monastery with its multiple spiers and the ground below it were "thrown" into the deep black void, with violent hurricanes and cascading darkness appearing around it.
Almost at the same time, blazing rays of the sun lit up the connected building complex one after another, seemingly creating thousands of miniature suns.
They resist the dark hurricane and try to illuminate the hidden void.
The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" then disappeared from the spot and appeared in the space that was curved and indented, as if forming a dark sphere.
The big golden retriever squatting nearby used "psychological invisibility" to carefully observe the surrounding situation and exercise the most focused vigilance.
Painted world, Market Avenue.
A yellowish skeleton stained with dark red and rust crawled out from the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom.
They carry a strong smell of death, and exude a strong smell of rust and blood. When these are gathered together, they actually create and support a feeling of madness and violence.
That feeling was like substance, and it instantly shook the crystal barrier surrounding the darkness, causing it to first appear with a large number of cracks, and then collapse and shatter silently.
Seeing this scene, seeing the woman in a white suspender skirt who was bringing the Sanson family over, and seeing multiple "rooms" with a similar temperament to Safaree entering Market Avenue, Lumian's mind flashed "
Some words spoken by the "Doll" messenger.
Those old bones!
His heart moved, and while grabbing Jian Na's arm with his left hand, he once again put his thoughts into his right palm.
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Those bright red scars were highlighted again, extremely violent and crazy, and the aura of superiority surged upward from his body, causing the blue sky, white clouds and the westward sun to sway obviously.
Even with the experience, Safaree and the other "rooms" were still startled and trembled uncontrollably.
The two goblins who were outside before were even more frightened, thinking that someone with high status was coming and the world in the painting was about to collapse.
Those yellowed, tattered, and incomplete old bones turned their bodies and lowered their heads towards Lumian, without instinctively attacking the nearest human being.
Lumian raised his chin slightly and pointed his right hand at the "rooms" and the two goblins with unusual coldness.
The old bones wearing tattered armor and holding rusty weapons suddenly transformed into dangerous balls of white fire, blasting towards every real target.
The goblin wearing a blue beret's pupils instantly dilated, and he suddenly reached out and pressed his palm into the void.
Her body became illusory again, filled with more emptiness and indifference, as if she was hiding in another world.
Boom!
After the blazing white fireball overlapped with her figure, a powerful explosion occurred directly, but it was unable to reach the distant fantasy world and harm the target.
The "painter" wearing red pants had already fallen hard, breaking his bones, and still had some dizziness. At this time, he had no time to change his state, so he could only consider forcibly transferring his position at the ultimate speed obtained in sequence 8. However, he
As soon as his body bounced, he was hit squarely by a blazing fireball.
Boom!
The "goblin" was blown to pieces, his abdomen was opened, his internal organs leaked out, his left arm was broken, and his body was covered with traces of severe burns.
He passed out immediately, and his life passed quickly.
The blazing white fireball flying towards Safaree and Gabrielle suddenly entered a wilderness and opened a few hundred meters away from the mannequin with an indifferent and empty expression.
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It became more and more powerless as it flew, and after holding on for a hundred or two hundred meters, it finally fell to the ground and exploded with a bang.
Perhaps the most dangerous one, a woman with a white suspender skirt, slightly curly black hair, and a beautiful face, who seemed to have no soul, was collectively targeted by multiple blazing white fireballs and blasted towards her.
But those dangerous fireballs either bypassed the mannequin's raised palms on their own, or exploded strangely in advance. Some even floated up strangely, flew into the air, and turned into fireworks.
It's like "Room 7" is in a fate where it can't be attacked.
Not far from Safaree, there was a gorgeous-looking woman in a bright red dress. Her eyes were equally empty and her temperament was quite distant.
At this time, she looked at a blazing white fireball flying towards her like a meteor without making any movement.
The blazing white fireball became darker and smaller, and when it was about to hit the target, it completely flamed out and turned back into a yellowed skeleton holding a rusty spear.
The skeleton shook a few times, then collapsed, and the withering feeling became more obvious.
Next to the cafe diagonally opposite, there is a plump lady in an elegant black dress. On the one hand, she seems to have lost her own spirituality and looks unusually erratic. On the other hand, she has a longing expression and eyes, looking at the flying over.
The white fire ball opened its mouth and raised its hands holding silver knives and forks.
With a whoosh, she cut the blazing fireball in half.
An illusory vortex with phantom fangs appeared in her mouth, and she swallowed the small half of the fireball that was "relieved" of danger.
Boom!
In addition, most of the fireball lost its balance and deviated diagonally from its target, shattering the glass of the cafe and overturning the tables and chairs inside and the nearby outer wall.
Next to the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian saw the old bones turning into white fireballs to attack different "rooms" and two goblins. He did not wait for the final result, nor did he take the opportunity to make a surprise attack. He pulled Jenna's hand.
With a kick of his arm and right foot, he rushed towards the original location of the Breeze Ballroom, towards the place where the old bones crawled in. Erato District, a camp of the Trier garrison.
A large number of soldiers rushed out of different buildings in the dark night with dim moonlight, forming teams without any chaos, or launching artillery pieces to bombard the roadblocks in the distance, or carrying rifles and forming groups of several people.
The form heads towards the boulevard area.
There are also combatants carrying steam backpacks and huge firearms. They always occupy the surrounding high points or convenient hiding places.
In a certain house in the camp, Albus, whose hair seemed to be dyed red, was sitting in the officer's seat, raising his legs to the edge of the table in front of him.
In his sight, there were heads floating in the air, with bloody spines trailing underneath them, like long tails.
ADVERTISEMENT
These heads flew towards the headless corpse wearing a blue and gold-lined soldier's coat, aligned the blood-stained white spine with the empty neck, and put it inside.
Click! They completed the "installation" at the same time, twisting left and right a few times to get familiar with their new bodies.
The newly created soldiers quickly picked up their weapons, followed unknown orders, and rushed out in a very disciplined manner.
Albus Medici clicked his tongue and said, "What a nostalgic scene!"
"Will there be a river of blood tonight?"
There are many spiers standing on the outside, and the outside of the off-white building complex is painted with a lot of gold.
"Magician" and "Justice" heard the roar of artillery.
"Rebellion in advance?" The "magician" wearing a white tie shirt and a beige skirt had a little starlight in his eyes, as if he had passed through the obstacles of the spiritual world and saw the movement of the military camp.
Her previous horoscope results showed that it would take some time for the disaster to break out, but Jenna caught the cyborg monks and discovered that they were connected to the followers of the evil god. After transporting paints and brushes, her fate obviously changed. Unreal
The gears are officially turning.
The disaster started in advance without adequate preparation.
"Justice" wearing a light blue dress listened to the roaring cannons and said in a calm voice:
"Obviously, such a scale cannot overthrow the current government of Intis, and can only bring about a certain, short-term chaos..."
"Is there any coordination with strikes, marches, protests, riots, etc.?"
"These are the strengths of the 'Iron Cross' and the Carbonari. The disappearance of Gardner Martin and some of his men may have been an attempt to ignite sparks, but now it seems that the two parts are not closely connected enough and lack effective cooperation.
There was no linkage." The "Magician" set his sights on the southeastern area, where there are the memorial hall area, the market area and the botanical garden.
"Justice" nodded lightly and said, "This shows that our efforts have a certain effect."
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"They were forced to advance. It's good to be able to do this."
As soon as she finished speaking, the "doll" messenger wearing a light golden skirt came out of the void and handed the letter from "Judgment" to the "Magician".
"Good evening, Miss Justice, I hope you are in a good mood." The messenger happily greeted "Justice".
She is a spiritual creature with mysophobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a love for beauty, and Miss Justice perfectly fits her hobbies.
On the contrary, it was her employer who couldn't bear to see many shortcomings, so she could only increase the workload on herself. Of course, this also brought closeness and trust between the two parties.
The "Magician" unfolded the letter and browsed it quickly, his expression slightly changed: The world in the painting...
"Did Arrods vaguely see the rough situation of the world in the painting with the help of the lucky gold coin and the seal of Mr. Fool on Lumian?"
"Part of the scene on Market Avenue..."
After "Magician" whispered, he said to "Justice": "I roughly understand what those evil believers want to do, and I also understand why they are in the form of a 'hotel' and what the nature of those 'rooms' is.
"We can't delay any longer, take action now, control or clean up 'Ms. Moon', and then go find the world in the painting."
"Justice" nodded: "Okay."
She immediately smiled and said: "Believe in our companions and our collaborators."
"Um."
The "Magician" took a step toward the Sacred Heart Monastery, and the corners of his beige dress suddenly fluttered.
She raised her hands, and bright stars appeared one after another around her.
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They look very far away, but they are densely packed, as if they merge into the night sky on the plateau.
These countless stars shed light on the surface of the Sacred Heart Monastery.
The "Magician" then pulled up the void in front of him as hard as he was holding a heavy object.
In the violent and silent shaking, the Sacred Heart Monastery with its multiple spiers and the ground below it were "thrown" into the deep black void, with violent hurricanes and cascading darkness appearing around it.
Almost at the same time, blazing rays of the sun lit up the connected building complex one after another, seemingly creating thousands of miniature suns.
They resist the dark hurricane and try to illuminate the hidden void.
The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" then disappeared from the spot and appeared in the space that was curved and indented, as if forming a dark sphere.
The big golden retriever squatting nearby used "psychological invisibility" to carefully observe the surrounding situation and exercise the most focused vigilance.
Painted world, Market Avenue.
A yellowish skeleton stained with dark red and rust crawled out from the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom.
They carry a strong smell of death, and exude a strong smell of rust and blood. When these are gathered together, they actually create and support a feeling of madness and violence.
That feeling was like substance, and it instantly shook the crystal barrier surrounding the darkness, causing it to first appear with a large number of cracks, and then collapse and shatter silently.
Seeing this scene, seeing the woman in a white suspender skirt who was bringing the Sanson family over, and seeing multiple "rooms" with a similar temperament to Safaree entering Market Avenue, Lumian's mind flashed "
Some words spoken by the "Doll" messenger.
Those old bones!
His heart moved, and while grabbing Jian Na's arm with his left hand, he once again put his thoughts into his right palm.
ADVERTISEMENT
Those bright red scars were highlighted again, extremely violent and crazy, and the aura of superiority surged upward from his body, causing the blue sky, white clouds and the westward sun to sway obviously.
Even with the experience, Safaree and the other "rooms" were still startled and trembled uncontrollably.
The two goblins who were outside before were even more frightened, thinking that someone with high status was coming and the world in the painting was about to collapse.
Those yellowed, tattered, and incomplete old bones turned their bodies and lowered their heads towards Lumian, without instinctively attacking the nearest human being.
Lumian raised his chin slightly and pointed his right hand at the "rooms" and the two goblins with unusual coldness.
The old bones wearing tattered armor and holding rusty weapons suddenly transformed into dangerous balls of white fire, blasting towards every real target.
The goblin wearing a blue beret's pupils instantly dilated, and he suddenly reached out and pressed his palm into the void.
Her body became illusory again, filled with more emptiness and indifference, as if she was hiding in another world.
Boom!
After the blazing white fireball overlapped with her figure, a powerful explosion occurred directly, but it was unable to reach the distant fantasy world and harm the target.
The "painter" wearing red pants had already fallen hard, breaking his bones, and still had some dizziness. At this time, he had no time to change his state, so he could only consider forcibly transferring his position at the ultimate speed obtained in sequence 8. However, he
As soon as his body bounced, he was hit squarely by a blazing fireball.
Boom!
The "goblin" was blown to pieces, his abdomen was opened, his internal organs leaked out, his left arm was broken, and his body was covered with traces of severe burns.
He passed out immediately, and his life passed quickly.
The blazing white fireball flying towards Safaree and Gabrielle suddenly entered a wilderness and opened a few hundred meters away from the mannequin with an indifferent and empty expression.
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It became more and more powerless as it flew, and after holding on for a hundred or two hundred meters, it finally fell to the ground and exploded with a bang.
Perhaps the most dangerous one, a woman with a white suspender skirt, slightly curly black hair, and a beautiful face, who seemed to have no soul, was collectively targeted by multiple blazing white fireballs and blasted towards her.
But those dangerous fireballs either bypassed the mannequin's raised palms on their own, or exploded strangely in advance. Some even floated up strangely, flew into the air, and turned into fireworks.
It's like "Room 7" is in a fate where it can't be attacked.
Not far from Safaree, there was a gorgeous-looking woman in a bright red dress. Her eyes were equally empty and her temperament was quite distant.
At this time, she looked at a blazing white fireball flying towards her like a meteor without making any movement.
The blazing white fireball became darker and smaller, and when it was about to hit the target, it completely flamed out and turned back into a yellowed skeleton holding a rusty spear.
The skeleton shook a few times, then collapsed, and the withering feeling became more obvious.
Next to the cafe diagonally opposite, there is a plump lady in an elegant black dress. On the one hand, she seems to have lost her own spirituality and looks unusually erratic. On the other hand, she has a longing expression and eyes, looking at the flying over.
The white fire ball opened its mouth and raised its hands holding silver knives and forks.
With a whoosh, she cut the blazing fireball in half.
An illusory vortex with phantom fangs appeared in her mouth, and she swallowed the small half of the fireball that was "relieved" of danger.
Boom!
In addition, most of the fireball lost its balance and deviated diagonally from its target, shattering the glass of the cafe and overturning the tables and chairs inside and the nearby outer wall.
Next to the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian saw the old bones turning into white fireballs to attack different "rooms" and two goblins. He did not wait for the final result, nor did he take the opportunity to make a surprise attack. He pulled Jenna's hand.
With a kick of his arms and right foot, he rushed towards the original position of the Breeze Ballroom, towards the place where the old bones climbed in.