The outskirts of Backlund, the area south of the Southern District of the Bridge.
There are fertile fields everywhere here, and a river named Stepford rushes from a distance and turns around a cliff.
One side of this cliff is bare, exposing extremely pure white rocks. Looking from a distance, it has a holy beauty.
Baiya Town got its name from this.
At the Baiya River bend, the entrance to a mysterious Quaternary mausoleum was slowly opened.
A young man wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat with a thin face and a broad forehead walked up from the ground.
He wore a crystal monocle on his right eye, which made him look quite elegant.
With his arrival, the sparrows, ants in the fields, and many microorganisms in the air that were invisible to ordinary people's naked eyes all showed extremely humane movements after being sluggish for a moment.
"interesting……"
The young man looked at this land that had not changed for a long time, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked in the direction of Backlund:
"There are so many guys coming, let's let them go first..."
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Hilton district, inside a house.
Klein, who was forced to move from Minsk Street in the Jowood District, began his journey of living alone.
After getting up in the morning, he sat at the dining table, holding a cup of fragrant coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other, reading the recent major events in Backlund:
"Royal advisor Hvin Rambis mysteriously disappeared. Was the salon held in the mansion by Viscount Graylingt or an evil ritual?"
"Duke Negan's nightclub mistress was brutally assassinated by someone close to him. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?"
"Shocked! The three major churches of Night, Storm, Steam and Machinery publicly declared that George III was no longer fit to sit on the throne of the king!"
Backlund has been really turbulent recently, and the situation is becoming more and more tense day by day. The three major churches have joined forces to suppress the royal family. Is this a battle between divine power and monarchy... Klein took a sip of coffee, put down the cup, picked up the Dixi pie, and ate it.
After one sip, I immediately began to miss the days when Messiah Behrens was around.
Although that guy is often away from home, he prepares a lot of delicious food every morning, and every meal is not the same, which is really addictive.
And sharing is free of rent.
If he hadn't known that the other party's XP was normal and he liked rich women, Klein would have thought that this guy was here to support him.
"Fortunately, I saved a lot of money through frugality and good commissions some time ago. Otherwise, just paying the rent would be a big expense. Living in Backlund is not easy..."
Klein nibbled off the last piece of pie in his hand and was about to go out when he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening coming from the direction of the living room.
Being frequently attacked, his heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously put his hand on the revolver at his waist. Then he heard a chuckle coming from his ears:
"Don't be nervous, Detective Sherlock. I'm here to give you extraordinary characteristics. Here, the extraordinary characteristics of the magician, the extraordinary characteristics of the faceless man, and the extraordinary characteristics of the secret puppet master. The rest are all mine.
remuneration."
It wasn't until three clusters of gem-like characteristics landed in front of him that Klein could clearly see the person coming.
With black hair and black eyes, her facial features seem to have been carefully carved by God. Even the gods would be obsessed with this kind of beauty. Her slender body is completely formed in accordance with the golden ratio.
Even if he only wears an ordinary white shirt and a thin black windbreaker, he can't hide his peerless elegance.
"Good morning, Messiah. Have you eaten?" Klein greeted politely.
"Of course, there is a good Intis Cerenzo restaurant in the West End. Their braised daguerreo steak, black truffle porcini and Intis-style foie gras, I admire them all."
Wu Nai smiled slightly and said something that made Klein secretly swallow his saliva.
Intis Cerenzo Restaurant in the West District... Klein secretly wrote down the name of this restaurant in his mind, planning to go there when he has money.
Then quickly put away the extraordinary properties on the table.
He can use the magician's extraordinary characteristics right away. The auxiliary materials in the formula have been collected completely, and he is just waiting to concoct the potion of sequence seven and swallow it.
"By the way, a friendly reminder, don't run to the East District today if you have nothing to do. It's very dangerous. You will be killed if you are not careful." Wu Nai said calmly. He folded his arms in front of his chest and watched with interest as Klein quickly put away his clothes.
An act of extraordinary characteristics.
"East Side..."
After collecting the trophies, Klein thought about his recent commission, the hard-working washing women Liv and Freya in the alley, and the unemployed worker Old Kohler. He couldn't help but ask: "Can you be more specific?
Is that so? I have some acquaintances in the East District. Maybe if I rush there now, I still have time to remind them."
"To be specific...specifically, it's the ritual of the Witch of Despair and the confrontation between saints. No matter which one, it's very dangerous. If you want to remind or save someone, it's best to call Azik.
With his current level of memory recovery, he can probably do a lot of things, including helping me collect debts." Wu Nai said with a smile.
The last sentence is the key point... Klein nodded silently, took out a copper whistle from his pocket and said, "I'll set off now and try to call Mr. Azik as I walk."
He was a little worried about his acquaintances living at the bottom.
"Be careful on the road..." Wu Nai warned, then snapped his fingers, and layers of color blocks appeared around him.
"Messiah, wait, can I entrust you with help?"
Klein's expression changed, and he called out to Wu Nai before he could travel through the spirit world: "Take a few friends with me... I'm willing to pay."
"Sorry, the Loen royal family secretly supports the arrival of the true creator. The ceremony is already being held. Compared with the Witch of Despair, this is a greater danger. I must rush over."
Wu Nai shook his head and refused, then disappeared surrounded by colorful patches of color without giving Klein any more time to ask questions.
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In an underground space near the Tasok River.
The sunlight falls from the dome and shines on the tall and majestic altar in the center of the hall, as well as the tall and thin figures inside the altar.
The man took off his hood, revealing a beautiful and enchanting face that looked like a woman's. The left chest, shoulders, abdomen, and thighs were covered with squirming and sticky fresh flesh.
It is Mr. A from the Aurora Society.
The lunatic smiled lowly while arranging the ceremony, and asked the four attendants beside him: "Are you ready? You are about to return to the embrace of the Lord."
"I can not wait any more......"
One of the attendants spoke softly, with incomparable enthusiasm in his tone: "It is truly an honor for us to be chosen as a sacrifice and integrated into the body of the Lord."
"Mr. A, you better hurry up, I smell something unexpected..."
Ince Zangwill, the former owner of the Pen of Alzuhod, frowned under the altar and reminded: "Messiah Behrens should have a high-level sealed artifact on hand.
With the support of the Church of Dark Night, there will be trouble when he comes."
"Mr. Ince, don't worry, the people from the Church of the Night won't be able to come."
The man wearing the golden mask spoke calmly from the side:
"Firstly, the three major churches are now busy destroying the tomb of His Majesty George III. Secondly...Messiah Behrens thought he was smart and attracted the attention of God through reporting, but I heard
He said that because of his own special characteristics, he became the prey of the gods. The Lord of Storms, the God of Steam and Machinery, will definitely reach an agreement with us on hunting this guy, so now...
"
"So now just wait for me to get in and be hunted, right... As you wish, I'm here."
A frivolous voice sounded, continuing the words of the man in the gold mask with a smile, causing everyone present to change their expressions.
In the darkness of the hall, the white saint Catalina's eyes suddenly lit up next to a gray stone pillar. A pair of straight and flawless white long legs under her white robe subconsciously clamped together. Her eyes fell on somewhere on the altar and she smiled:
"Messiah Behrens is finally here. He is truly a man like the God of Beauty. I really want to have a few children with him and then train them one by one to become witches. It must be very interesting."
"Are these dirty things from the Witch Cult reminding me to kill you?"
Wu Nai, who arrived out of thin air, heard the words, frowned and glanced at Catalina coldly, then looked at Mr. A who was presiding over the ceremony on the altar and sneered, "delivery person, hurry up, I can't wait to devour the evil god and continue forging."
Weapons!"
"blasphemer, God said, you will pay the price for your words and deeds. Now is the time, Miss 'Desperate Nightingale', please go to the East District and take action!"
"clear."
Panatia, who was also dressed in a white robe, swayed her slender waist and round hips and walked up to Ince Zangwill, smiled charmingly at Wu Nai, and then disappeared with Catalina into Ince's outline out of thin air.
Out of a bronze door.
Immediately afterwards, there were muffled groans on the altar, and the ceremony of divine descent officially began.
The four waiters around Mr. A fell one after another. Their flesh and blood shriveled quickly, and their skin was tightly wrapped around their bones, like mummies that had been weathered for many years.
All the nutrients and spirituality in the body are gathered towards the center of the altar.
Together with the four lives, there are also rays of light, which replace the sunlight penetrating from the dome above the hall, and quickly fall into the altar along the stone pillars, floor, and air covered with symbols and magic signs.
The essence of these lights is the resentment that has accumulated in the East District to this day.
The light layer is filled with illusory and transparent figures, filled with numbness, despair, pain, depression and other emotions, one after another.
"Hahaha... not enough... not enough..."
"Use the accumulated resentment in Backlund's East District as a sacrifice... Let's do it more fiercely. With the joint promotion of the Witch of Despair and the Witch of Agelessness, this will be an unprecedented feast!"
"You blasphemer, the day when our Lord God descends will be the day of your suffering!"
Mr. A danced on the altar and shouted crazily:
“The Lord who created all;”
“The Master Behind the Curtain of Shadow;”
"The fallen nature of all living things."
"Your devout believers pray for your coming, and I am willing to dedicate my body;"
"Let it serve as a vessel to bear your great will!"
As he prayed, a blazing light descended from an unknown place above Mr. A's head, completely covering him.
The unwilling resentment and accumulated negative emotions that turned into human figures around him rolled in like a tide and poured into Mr. A's body. He just carried out the ceremony unscrupulously, without any fear of being destroyed.
Because as soon as Wu Nai moved, rays of light fell from the heights of this underground space, turning into illusory and layered pure wings.
Underneath the wings, a figure with long silver hair was outlined in a half-kneeling posture, praying, and then stood up straight.
Wearing a simple linen robe, he has a handsome face and soft features. He is none other than the King of Angels, the "Tail-Eater" Ourolius!
Ourolius's indifferent eyes lost focus for a moment, and then reflected the image of Wu Nai in front of the altar, whose appearance was much better than his own.
In His pupils, at His feet, and in the stacked wings of light behind Him, transcendent and mysterious circles protruded one after another, converging into long illusory flowing rivers, connected end to end like snakes, and fell towards Wu Nai.
"As expected, it's you. It seems that Brother Mao Zi is very upset about me killing him twice. Fortunately, I was prepared..." Wu Nai took out a white paper crane and threw it at the snake ring.
past.
One after another, complex mercury symbols flew out from the paper crane, and instantly connected into a huge illusory scaleless snake.
On the surface of the silver-white snake, dense patterns and symbols form one round wheel after another with great symbolic meaning, which is almost consistent with the wheel shown by Ourolius.
This is the battle between the mercury snake and the mercury snake!
The mercury snake led by Will Auceptin glanced at the bright red and cold eyes, soared into the air, bent its body under Ouro Leus' snake ring, bit its own tail, and also turned into a ring.
Go up.
Their shadows enveloped the entire underground hall.
...
In the East District of Backlund, in a quiet, deserted, dirty and disgusting alley corner, the figures of Ince Zangwill, Lady Despair and the White Saint were sketched out of thin air.
"You come first. I will step in after meeting the needs of the ceremony..."
Under Katarina's orders, Ince Zangwill disappeared again and left here to avoid harming innocent people.
Panadia pulled down her veil, covering her face, and looked up into the sky. She saw that the morning sun was obscured by clouds and fog, and was as pale as a coin.
The light yellow mist is not particularly thick, floating in every corner of Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and moist.
It's a pity that we didn't wait until the smog was at its worst and stillest... An accident occurred at Ince Zangwill, Alzuhod's pen was lost, and many things were out of control.
Saiya Behrens has attracted the attention of the three major churches, and the action can only be advanced today... The desperate Nightingale looked around, abandoned the White Saint, walked out of the alley and entered the street alone.
Her steps were very slow, as if she were wandering in a sea of mist.
Wherever she passed, the fog became imperceptibly thicker, taking on a slightly iron-black color, and the visibility of the air decreased again.