Scattered gunfire sounded in the Yildi River area shrouded in darkness, and the lights in the room were extinguished early. The red moon above did not rise, replaced by some sparse stars.
After João finally went back to report, he was asked to come here for observation. The sound of gunshots coming and going in the distance and the surrounding environment gave him an indescribable strange feeling.
"Joao, the teacher asked you not to get too close. This is a matter between the Tillings family and the Star Word Society."
"Of course I know. Didn't the teacher say that the great God of Death has responded to us? He will return again, and the Tillings family, as former subjects, wants to win over us. It is really a contradiction."
Perhaps due to the impatience caused by uneasiness, João and his brother Joao who came to inform complained a few times. Their teacher was good at everything, but his words were sometimes inconsistent.
The lullaby of midnight sleep penetrated the space, bringing peace and tranquility, so that the impetuous two began to calm down and leaned against the wall to become drowsy.
The sound came from nowhere and then went away. The scattered gunshots in the entire area also disappeared. The soldiers guarding the checkpoint patted their cheeks and fell asleep leaning against the sandbags.
Joao seemed to have seen a huge throne made of the skulls of various creatures, and there were many weird ones that he had never seen before.
The combined weird and huge spiritual body was worshiping above him, and just when he wanted to raise his head, he felt a pain that ripped through his spirit.
When he woke up, he found that the bone pendant given by the teacher had been broken. He quickly woke up Joao who was beside him and pulled him out of here, half asleep.
He could feel that there were many powerful evil spirits scattered in the dark streets that had been manipulated from the depths of the spiritual world. He did not dare to open his spiritual vision to see, nor did he dare to face those places. Even if he was a psychic, he could not see enough.
‘Why are you so desperate right from the start? Are these people crazy?’ The lullaby of midnight sleep still echoed here, causing him to stagger after just a few steps.
"Your Majesty the God of Death, I hope you can protect us who are pious." After saying this, Joao and his brothers fell on the street.
Fortunately, he didn't get too close to those areas that looked very dangerous. This was his last thought when he lost consciousness.
Graf and Angelica, who were leaning next to Hermione, were not affected by the peaceful lullaby. The three of them leaned on the guardrail and looked into the darkness with only a rough outline in front of them.
Groups of light and ghostly fire occasionally exploded in a few places further away, and the area inside could be seen clearly for a moment.
A rotten giant dragon evil spirit hovered in the core area of the Star Word Society, with only the golden vertical pupils standing in the bone eye sockets staring at a certain place. Bits of frost fell from the night sky, quickly covering the place with a layer of snow-white.
A pile of intertwined vines turned into a humanoid shape, with rotating heads emerging from the layered appearance, either burning with flames, or uttering curse words, or layers of filth flowing from the rotten mouth...
Small and dazzling stars floated up and exploded, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire Yasen centered there. This moment was like the dawn of day.
Graf and Angelica quickly covered their eyes. They couldn't see those things, only the instinctive fear.
After the light fades, the darkness ahead covers it, and sleep and tranquility return.
Hermione briefly sensed the previous arrangement, and the believers of the Star Word Society had begun to gather and sing praises in the language of the existence they believed in.
"Aren't you going to take action? I feel that the fluctuations emanating from those places are very violent, as if something is coming out of the spiritual world."
Graf was also sensitive to spirits, and thanks to Hermione's protection, he was not suppressed by the emanating aura.
"What can I change?" Hermione asked back, her eyes and face were very calm.
"You can save them, but you have to stand by and do nothing."
After death and fear, Angelica became bolder and spoke with some dissatisfaction. After being suppressed for too long, small things will become an outlet for resentment.
"After they are rescued, will you provide them with food, drink and shelter? Will you come to resettle them? Or should you go to your mother goddess to pray and help them?"
Hermione, who answered calmly, naturally understood what she was thinking at this time, and held Angelica's chin with her hand and twisted it towards the ritual area.
"Take a good look, you are not the only one who is experiencing misfortune. Instead of resenting others for not helping you to the end, it is better to take a look at these people who are not cared about."
She saw humans who were devoured and turned into bones in their sleep; there were also people praying in the room, with joy and enthusiasm on their faces as they threw themselves into a crowded circle of ferocious flesh rings; houses that disappeared directly, or that were made of wooden planks.
A shanty is more suitable…
"I think you should be allowed to die in the ruins with your fantasy. This would also be a kind of relief."
In a certain area, a person looking at the starry sky kept pressing his neck back, like a piece of iron wire that had been bent to fit. Several meat balls with spikes stretched out from his neck, and the whole person curled up and expanded.
The man in black with the leather hat dodged the sweeping attack, and an orange-red head floated behind him and enveloped him. The fierce battle between the two directly caused the nearby building to be destroyed.
After a few scenes, Hermione let go and left her stunned. Accept it sooner, change it sooner, and continue once you decide.
"There seems to be something wrong. It stands to reason that Count Luen Russell and those people should be here. Wouldn't it be more likely that they would win if they join forces together?"
"You're not Russell, how do you know what he's thinking? Just wait, it's about to start."
In front of a single-family building with closed doors and windows, Tyne, who drove the evil spirit, faced off with Mrs. Lessa standing on the top. After several battles, no one gained the upper hand.
The illusory skeleton dragon surrounds and protects him, and its body has become much smaller. The head-vine evil spirit is fighting with the opponent's twisted monster, and for a while, the winner cannot be determined.
Mrs. Lesa's pupils have turned into stars, and the rays of light streaked under her skin intertwined to form runes that people dared not look at directly, and then dispersed and repeated.
The strange thing is that none of the light spilled out, which made Tyne sigh in relief. At least it was not related to the solar path.
"My helper should be here too." A voice sounded as if she was in control, and Mrs. Lessa opened a door that didn't exist.
A giant hand of pitch-black flames appeared in the air, and the gloomy white bones could be seen under the burning skin. The aura emitted made the weaker spirits retreat directly to avoid this place.
The giant dragon guarding him felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and his vertical pupils were once again filled with golden light. Tyne also saw the depths of the spiritual world, where the undead that had fallen into madness kept pushing out from the gaps.
This is too fast. He actually used the replica of his own abilities and contracted these uncontrollable evil spirits who are obviously not suitable to be thugs. He is simply crazy.
