No. 47 Gear Street is a relatively ordinary one among the many textile factories on this street. It is medium in scale, has average efficiency, and does not recruit many female textile workers. Normally, such a factory will close down quickly in the fierce competition, but
But it always got orders and persisted.
The materials generally processed in textile factories are wool and cotton, and the workers are female and child workers, with a small number of men as supervisors. The female workers are careful and quick, while the child workers can rely on their short bodies to lean on the spindles of the machine.
Clean up the flying lint and lint from the base. Of course, the biggest advantage of hiring them is the low wages.
In addition to respiratory diseases caused by cotton wadding and flying hair, the biggest hazard in textile factories is the huge noise from the operation of textile machines. This noise allows the members of the spiritual sect underground in the textile factory to better hide. Even if there is an occasional accident,
It won't attract anyone's attention.
"Your Excellency Lussandra, we have already provided you with fresh blood every day in accordance with your wishes. Why do you attack my workers repeatedly?"
The underground is brighter than the workshop. He is obese and has a dark brown complexion. Ulika is obviously from Balang, but his clothes are not much different from those of Loen men. He stares with a pair of small eyes and shows his white teeth.
, with an obvious questioning tone in his words.
Lying on the ground was a corpse. It was short, with a slightly hunched back, messy short hair, a pale and weak young face, and obvious teeth marks on its neck. The female textile worker had been drained of her blood and could finally take a rest.
"Haha, you can't blame us. You know, not seeing the moon for too long is a blasphemy to the gods. Only by bathing in the light of gods can we gain enough strength."
The speaker was a tall woman with bright facial features, thick but dry hair that almost reached her calves, with delicate flowers sandwiched in it. A large crimson robe covered her bumpy body, and her naked pair looked like
Feet with dry tree roots.
Behind her, there were more than a dozen people with different figures and shapes, but they all had reddish eyes, and their clothes were more or less covered with sun-dried grass and flowers, clusters and blossoms.
These people are "Primordial Moon" believers. Some of them are from the School of Life, and some are original members of the Rose School. The former includes the woman who spoke, Lusandra, a demigod who was once a member of the Parliament of Destiny.
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"I'm asking why my workers were attacked!"
Ulika emphasized again that he naturally didn't care about the life or death of a worker, but he was afraid that these vampires would not be able to restrain themselves after seeing the blood. He could still cover up one worker, and a few more, the steam would teach the inspectors
The priests and bishops will definitely ask.
The underground structure of the textile factory is like a huge fortress in the southern continent's mausoleum. It took more than ten years of hard work by the "Artificial Death Sect" of the Spiritual Religion Group to build it. It has only been used for a few years and cannot be given up easily.
"Um?"
Lusandra's dark red eyes flashed, and her dry hair grew like a wriggling poisonous snake along the ground towards Ulika, scaring the other party back again and again.
"Okay, I can help you hide it this time, but it can't happen again, otherwise I will report it to the chief priest." Ulika, who had retreated to the door, stood still, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead. He didn't want to anger him.
That crazy woman opposite.
"so be it……"
Lusandra waved her hand and closed the heavy stone door. The dry and growing hair was thrown to the people behind her the moment the door closed, strangling their necks and lifting them directly into the air. They could only suffer.
Struggling and making a "ho ho" sound.
The ends of the hair were tied into their necks, and strands of scarlet were poured along the hair onto the delicate flowers above, making them seem to have grown a bit longer, and the sizes of these artificial vampires were also growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lose weight.
The others also lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
When the artificial vampires in mid-air were still skin and bones, Lusandra threw them heavily to the ground, left a message of "be careful next time!" and walked into the innermost secret room.
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"Simply a lunatic!"
Ulika took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his head, cursed and hurriedly walked along the passage to the area where the members of the Spiritual Religion Group were. He knew very well that his warning would not be of much use.
It was the "Artificial Death Sect" that he belonged to that took the initiative to show its goodwill to the Rose School and temporarily formed a cooperation. The chief priest would not have an objection to this kind of thing, but if there was a problem with this underground fortress, then he would not
What a good ending.
"Let Patrick come over. Only he can warn that crazy woman!"
Putting the handkerchief into his pocket, Ulika pursed his dry lips. Although he was responsible for communicating with various groups of the Spiritual Religion in Backlund, he was not the strongest. Their last resort was Patrick Blaine, a Sequencer
4's "The Immortal".
It's just that unlike them, the Balam people or members with Balam blood, Brain is a Loen. Although he unexpectedly gained the attention of the high priest, he is still different from them after all.
…
"This place is really not suitable for the life of the tribe. No wonder we haven't been able to find those weirdos recently."
On the tall chimney, the vampire Earl Mistral held his nose lightly. He was tall and tall, with almost silver hair and a long tuxedo fluttering in the wind. His bloody eyes were fixed on No. 47 Gear Street.
But he did not act immediately. Among the many irritating smells, he smelled his least favorite smell, the strong smell of gunpowder. This proved that not only the vampires knew about this place.
"It's really interesting."
He looked up into the air, raised the corners of his mouth, and threw the handkerchief into the chimney. Darkness filled the air behind him, and countless tiny bats flew inside, fused with his body, and disappeared there.
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"...I have heard about this Viscount Derian, but this is not just a legal issue, there are many other issues."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Horamick Haydn shook his head and rejected St. Anthony's proposal, as he said, even if legal means were to be taken, Rawls Adri would not be invited
An. The other party is a believer of the goddess of the night, and is very close to Duke Negan. This is obviously not trustworthy for the Church of Steam.
Because of George III's promise, the competition for military influence among the three major churches has almost entered a fierce stage, and they are about to start a fight. As the archbishop of Backlund Diocese, it is impossible for him to ask for help from a Dark Night believer.
Anthony Stevenson didn't say much. He obviously understood Horamick's concerns and just mentioned it casually. Just as he was about to change the subject, the scene on the starlight curtain suddenly changed, and a huge tornado appeared on Gear Street.
No. 73
The terrifying hurricane circled and ripped open the ceiling of the warehouse. The hard iron sheet was torn apart easily like a newspaper at this moment. Tables, chairs, broken bricks, and iron pieces flew into the air. The wall collapsed.
The roof flew away, and some of the party members were on the edge of the wind and were thrown directly into the distance. Others, driven by the wind pressure, stumbled forward and ran to other places.
"not good!"
Celtic was the first to disappear in place, while Saint Anthony was wrapped in a huge spirit body and drilled out directly from above the warehouse. Only Horamick Haydn stayed where he was. He looked up at the roof and saw from his body
He took out a pair of glasses and put them on. The stars in his blue eyes were flowing and projected onto the lenses. The white priest's robes were stirred by spirituality.
The tornado that soared straight into the sky at No. 73 Gear Street was like a terrifying giant, staggering for a few steps on the street. Wherever it passed, the ground was clean, and nothing remained.
"start to act!"
The sound that was so majestic that it could almost make people lose their ability to resist instantly overwhelmed the roaring tornado. Selt, wearing a straight dress and a golden mask, appeared in the air, but he only glanced at No. 73 before reaching out and aiming.
Textile Factory No. 47.
Boom boom boom boom boom
A series of explosions sounded, and the wall facing the gate of Textile Factory No. 47 fell down. The dust stirred up was blown away by the wind. The heavily armed Loen soldiers were holding repeating rifles, high-pressure steam rifles and six-barreled rifles.
The machine gun rushed out and seized the reserved position, and the small artillery behind it was also pulled out.
Xio, who had completed the preliminary task, keenly scanned the direction of the tornado, scanning the silhouettes in the air to see if Forsi was there.
When Klein, who was in the air, heard the majestic "Start action", he reached under his arm and pulled out the "Death Knell" revolver. His movement was slightly delayed, but he only delayed a moment before aiming with the dark muzzle of the gun.
He killed Mr. x who was within five meters of him.
boom!
Klein did not hesitate to pull the trigger, and the roar of the gunshot was swallowed up by the wind.
Mr.
His head and his brass mask split into countless fragments at this moment, carrying red and white liquid and flying in all directions.
thump!
After firing the shot, Klein landed on his back and fell to the street.
With a splash, Mr.
After getting rid of Mr.
"Door!"
But nothing happened, the dark blue stone didn't work.
Klein followed the spiritual reminder and looked into the sky. The party started in the evening and lasted for at most half an hour. Now the sun was only a hint of yellow in the sky. The sky was already dark. The gas lamps on the streets were already on, but in the sky
The stars cannot be so bright!
It’s still a step too late!
Klein knew that this was Horamik Haydn using the stars to temporarily block the area. The door to the spiritual world and the real world was temporarily closed. All abilities that relied on the spiritual world would be unusable, including his flame jump, because
This also draws on the power of the spiritual world.
I knew I wasn't that lucky!
Suddenly, his vision went dark, and he realized that the surrounding streets were filled with dark and strange invisible liquids. They flowed in and quickly condensed to form a solid cage.
In such darkness, shadows came to life one after another, and their cold gazes all fell on him.
The saint of the Aurora Society? Did he react?
"Dark Saint" Kosma really just reacted. He was first attracted by the tornado, and later the demigod from MI9. Only when he saw that the other party's main target was not them, he turned his attention.
Put it on Mr. X, but then he realized that the other person was already dead.
Knowing that things are irreversible, he can only deal with the guy who killed Mr.
Hereby!
One after another, silver-white "pythons" jumped out of the air, entangled with each other and plundered in the darkness, illuminating everything.
"Lightning Storm"!
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Noticing the appearance of the Saint of the Aurora Order at No. 73 Gear Street, his eyebrows moved slightly under the Celtic mask, but his right hand was still aimed at the Textile Factory No. 47. A simple silver-plated mirror appeared in his right hand at some point.
, the scenes reflected in the mirror, layer after layer, are constantly superimposed without end, until the entire factory is clearly reflected inside, and nothing seems to have changed.
This is the sealed artifact of the Church of the Night, "1-63", which can form a mirror world only for extraordinary people, in order to protect ordinary workers who are still working in the textile factory.
The reason why this sealed artifact will be used by Celtic is because "Bishop of Fear" Anthony Stevenson needs to force the entire factory of Beyonders into dreams, including possible demigods. This requires him to
Be fully committed and avoid any distractions.
After finishing everything, Selt looked towards the door of No. 47 Gear Street and saw the figure of Anthony Stevenson, wearing a black and red clergy robe, with five dark holy symbols on his chest. He had closed his eyes.
With his eyes closed, Sost, the captain of the "Red Gloves", was leading his team members around him as the last barrier.
Saint Anthony's beardless face was not calm, as if he were an ordinary person caught in a nightmare. When he enveloped everyone in the textile factory with dreams, he knew that there was only one demigod inside. Although this was not the best result, it was still possible.
accept.
But when he tried to drag the demigod into his dream, he realized that there was still a problem. The other party was not the "undead" as they had expected before, but a "Witch King". The other party was in the dream.
He also had certain attainments, which made it difficult for Saint Anthony to drag him into his dream for a while.
Surrounding Saint Anthony, in addition to the "red gloves", is Dai Li, who was promoted to "janitor". She is still wearing a black robe, blue blush and eye shadow, and countless shadows emerge from her black
The robes went out and spread around.
Their target is the Spiritual Religion, and all kinds of undead creatures must be guarded against.
Suddenly, a sense of fear suddenly appeared on her calm face, making her tremble all over. She lost control of the undead around her, and could only shout with her last strength: