Chapter 45 Have you stepped into a trap unknowingly?
"Approved to launch "Ether Optical Standpoint"."
Lestrade's calm voice, transmitted by the magic communication auxiliary device, reached the ears of the night watchman he had arranged in advance without any delay. Then, the order was executed, and the situation on the ground was turned upside down in an instant.
Change.
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In the chaotic crowd, Fiyali is preparing to take action to create even greater commotion.
Although the great Lord of Heaven has arrived, Bishop Clouser's plan is not limited to this. His real purpose is to complete a large-scale blood sacrifice centered on Saints Street that covers the entire Linwell City.
, Help the God to be promoted from the Sequence 3 "Immortal" of the Monster Path to the Sequence 2 "Dragon Blood Descendant".
If they can be successfully promoted under the eyes of the United Order, it will definitely be a huge blow to their prestige. Moreover, Blood Red Feast can also use this to demonstrate its own power, forcing the Thirteen Hermits to reconsider their previous cooperation.
Proposal.
I believe that with this incident as an example, they should more carefully evaluate the strength of Blood Red Feast, instead of rejecting it without hesitation like before. That arrogant and arrogant attitude really makes people want to vomit when they see it.
They are also magicians. Are the immortals of the Thirteen Hermits more orthodox than the vampires of the Blood-Red Feast?
Fiyali doesn’t think so.
In the darkness where she couldn't see her fingers, the reporter lady listened to the wailing and screaming close at hand, slowly took out a metal knife no bigger than the palm of her hand from her pocket, and gently opened her wrist.
A drop of bright red blood oozed out, and then, under the control of magic, it gradually turned into a dirty dark red. Before, it was a drop of ordinary human blood, but now, it is the blood of a vampire.
Gently raising her head and taking this drop of warm blood, Feiyali's appearance began to change: her fingers were slightly bent, and her nails were elongated into sharp daggers; her lips were slightly opened, and the upper and lower jaws of her mouth were ferocious.
The fangs slowly protruded; the muscles on the back were about to move, and suddenly the skin was torn apart, and a pair of pitch-black bat wings gushed out along with the bright red blood.
When he raised his head, his eyes were shining with cruel light, like a pair of scarlet gems, shining seductively in the darkness.
The path of monsters is always inseparable from blood. Therefore, their promotion rituals are always closely related to the craze of blood. Whether it is drinking the blood of aliens, mastering their abilities, or putting their identity above mortals.
On top of that, creating killing, death and disaster... are all part of [Monster].
In the eyes of Fiyali at this time, people are no longer human beings, but walking torches. Their fire of life is so strong that even in the deepest darkness, they cannot completely hide their existence.
They are sacrifices.
He dedicated his blood to the great god, and then he became a senseless blood slave. Driven by his hunger and thirst instinct, he crazily attacked the living and devoured their flesh and blood. Eventually, he spread like a plague, wiping out the entire Linwell City.
It all turned into a carnival of blood and wine.
At the climax of the banquet, the gods will step over their corpses and ascend to a greater throne.
When she thought of this, Fiyali trembled all over, she was so excited and terrified that she couldn't control herself.
Screams and wailings were still coming one after another. In addition to the undead souls seeking revenge on the living with hatred and resentment, believers in pre-arranged prayer meetings also began to take action, walking through the shadows of the night, mercilessly harvesting fresh lives.
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The blood turns the streets into rivers, and the dirty soul makes the blood moon in the sky more vivid and larger, as if it is falling and will soon come to the world.
Fiyali was a step slower and had time to take action in the future. Perhaps because of her childhood experience, she always likes to think about things that have nothing to do with the current situation, so she seems a bit slow. This is why she is also a Sequence 7 but can't beat Verol.
The reason why I can be a young reporter.
She had thought of many ways to change her personality, but she never thought that this slowness could sometimes save her life.
A huge magical aura suddenly came from four directions at the same time, and quickly swept across the entire dark world, like a storm passing over the earth.
Fiyali's movements froze, and she looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief.
The light is spreading.
It flows over the body like a gentle tide, purifying the dirty blood and pitch-black darkness, allowing people to vaguely see the appearance of the world again.
Farther away, with the Maintis Conference Building as the center, four majestic light pillars rose in four different directions, penetrating the deep night. A faint blue light curtain higher than the sky emerged from the light pillars.
The left and right sides extend and eventually connect together, forming a closed space that completely envelops Saints Street, including the Blood Moon in the sky.
In the area covered by the four-sided light curtain, the light began to purify all the filth, and the world returned to light. The blood moon hanging high in the sky seemed to be affected by some invisible impact, shook violently, and then gradually dimmed, becoming
Faintly appearing, I don’t know when it will completely disappear.
At the same time, the aura of the giant arm protruding from the blood moon suddenly declined, and it lost its arrogant pressure. The rain of blood dripping between the gaps in the black scales had been wiped out before it fell to the ground.
The ubiquitous light evaporates.
The owner of the arm felt that his connection with the real world was being cut off, and felt unwilling and angry. A terrifying roar came from somewhere, and then, the giant's arm strangled the surrounding void forcefully, beating hard, as if trying to rely on
Use brute force to forcefully open a passage.
"Aren't you going to admit defeat yet, Heavenly Eater?"
An indifferent voice came, and immediately, two figures suddenly appeared in the sky.
One of them opened his mouth slightly. He was clearly a middle-aged man with an old-fashioned appearance, but a clear and pure girl's voice came out of his throat, chanting a soothing and calm music, like a whisper to soothe the dead. It made people immersed in it and couldn't help but think.
Close your eyes, empty your mind, sink completely into the kingdom of death, and gain eternal peace.
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The chaotic streets were caressed by this music, and the panicked and frightened crowd gradually calmed down. Their souls seemed to be washed away, and they could no longer feel the existence of negative emotions. The undead who returned to the world also stiffly stopped their revenge actions.
Wandering in place blankly, the flames of hatred and resentment in his eyes gradually extinguished; even the believers of the Red Prayer Society have forgotten their own existence in this music, and even forgotten the great destiny of the gods, and are in a trance, not knowing why.<
Affected by the Requiem, the giant's arms slowed down the action of beating the void, and the violent and manic aura weakened slightly.
At this time, another thin young man gently raised his hand and said something silently. The next moment, a terrifying storm surged out of his palm and struck towards the giant's arm. Every wind blade
Like sharp swords, they fell on the giant's arm, tearing open the black scales and cutting hideous wounds.
Accompanied by a deafening roar from behind the void, filthy pus and blood poured out all over the sky like a waterfall that burst its banks.
The two magicians who suddenly appeared, combined with the magic device "Ether Optical Stand", easily suppressed one of the arms of the pseudo-demigod Celestial Eater, and even caused some damage to his body.
How is that possible!?
Fiari looked at this scene with a dull look on her face. As a reporter, she easily recognized the identities of the two magicians: the parish representative, Rondenel, and the parish chief, Clement.
Aren't they supposed to be in the negotiation venue, controlled by Mr. Clouser? Why did they suddenly appear here?
There is also the "Ether Optical Stand". As far as she knows, this type of stand device must be arranged in advance and can only be used after professionals adjust the parameters.
In other words, the United Order has long seen through Master Clouser's plan and adopted corresponding strategies?
It is even possible that this negotiation is simply a trap!?
If this is the case...
She staggered back two steps and looked towards the entrance of the street. Sure enough, she saw a terrifying steam locomotive that was like a mechanical behemoth rumbling into the street. With its huge size, it easily blocked the streets on both sides.
At the entrance and exit, the silent knights were fully armed, jumped off the motorcycle, spread out without any hesitation, and quickly controlled every dark alley, every building and even every commanding height with amazing execution power.
Their figures were everywhere, and Fiyali felt like she had fallen into a carefully woven giant web, and she felt cold all over.
No, we can’t just sit here and wait for death!
Those night watchmen never know what mercy is. If they fall into their hands, there is no other choice but death.
Fiyali doesn't want to die, she wants to live. It's not that there is any reason why she can't die, it's just that struggling is the nature of living things, and ants still want to survive, not to mention that she is a magician who has mastered mysterious power.
However, facing such an airtight network, how can we escape?
Fiari watched helplessly as the silent magic knights took control of the neighborhood and began to approach. They coldly used the rifles in their hands to kill the undead and prayer believers who had escaped from the influence of the Requiem and tried to resist. She felt a strange feeling.
A kind of cold suffocation.
They are merciless in their attacks. Even if they are facing innocent people possessed by the undead, they will not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot through their hearts. The blood of those who died from the magic rifle is mixed with those who died from the chaos.
Can't tell each other apart.
The most noisy silence will be strangled by the toughest means. Fiyali slowly retreated, slowly retreated, until she leaned against a crumbling wall, only to realize that she had no way to retreat, so she felt desperate. Do you want to make a final resistance?
She thought sadly, but suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of something that shouldn't be there.