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Chapter 446 Letter

Outside the private port, Laticia and her adventure team members walked on the gravel-paved road in vain.

Except for Laticia, the others are ordinary people. Although they are adventurers, they mostly explore on land. After such a long boat ride, they still cross the dangerous violent sea, and the bumps and harsh conditions along the way The weather has had a lot of impact on their bodies and minds.

The youngest boy in the adventure team said with a pale face and a sad tone:

"Huh~ I finally left the Golden Dream. Captain Edwina's unimpeded morning classes every day are so torturous. I feel like she wants to build a university for pirates!"

When he mentioned Edwina, he paused for a moment. He seemed to have very complicated feelings about the captain, like a student in school who didn't like a certain class but liked the beautiful teacher.

The middle-aged man supporting him beside him sneered and joked:

"Captain Edwina's morning lessons, you are more active than most of the crew."

"I love learning! Isn't Laticia also very active in class?"

The young man retorted with a blush.

Hearing the team members talking about herself, Laticia sighed softly:

"Edwina is a very knowledgeable woman and a good teacher."

"Edwina? That Iceberg Vice Admiral on the sea? Has she come to the Southern Continent?"

A clear female voice suddenly sounded. Before Laticia and the others could react, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and one eye after another emerged from the surrounding air, cold and indifferent, as if even the surrounding temperature had changed. Therefore it has been reduced a lot.

An illusory light composed of complex information suddenly appeared, condensed in mid-air, and formed a beautiful female figure wearing a classical wizard's robe.

She has an impressive pair of taupe eyes, and her thick brown hair is spread casually, looking a little disheveled.

"Your Highness Grant!"

Laticia almost exclaimed, looking at the person who appeared in front of her in disbelief.

The other party's very representative eyes allowed her to recognize him at a glance. He was one of the ten pillars of the Moss Ascetic Order and a true angel!

"I didn't expect that the assistant that little guy was talking about would be you. I thought you had died under the investigation of the Church of Storms."

"You are much braver than I thought. You dare to steal the Book of Natural Disasters as an ordinary person. Even if the Church of Storms doesn't take action, the book itself is enough to kill you countless times."

Grant's words were very rude, like a mockery, but also like a warning.

Laticia smiled bitterly and shook her head, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"You just follow me as a teacher here first. It is not only for your own cultivation, but also for waiting for the great sage's next plan."

Grant's eyes suddenly became distant, looking through the river of destiny towards the hazy future.

After handing over the transported goods, Edwina took Jordson to the tavern downstairs. While eating fresh fruits and replenishing the body with necessary nutrients, she waited for Bishop Luca who was still discussing other matters upstairs.

In the room on the third floor, Bishop Luca, Plaque, and Mesanyes continued to discuss personnel arrangements and other issues. By the time they had finished communicating all the issues, it was already evening unknowingly.

Bishop Luca's figure swayed and appeared directly next to Jordan, who was lazily leaning on the seat. He looked at Edwina with a smile on his face and said:

"I've kept you waiting for a long time. I've been chatting with them for too long at once. Let's go back to the Church of Knowledge first. After wandering on the sea for so long, I think you also need a good rest."

"And this Mr. 'Dream Stealer', Your Excellency the Blessed One is already waiting for you. He seems to have a lot of things to arrange for people to do. If the Golden Dream hadn't been about to dock soon, he would have just arrived a few days ago." I traveled through the spirit world to pick you up."

Shit, I haven't even arrived yet, so the work has been arranged for me first, right? Yodson's expression twisted, his eyes turned slightly, and then he said righteously:

"No, I have to follow the captain. The Pass Valley will be too dangerous later. As the third officer of the Golden Dream, I need to be responsible for the captain's safety!"

"I will stay at the Knowledge Church these days. There will be no safety risks."

Edwina flatly rejected Jordan's excuse.

"Uh" Jordan opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

Luka looked at the two of them with gentle eyes, chuckled and said, "Don't resist, I will take you to travel through the spirit world."

After saying that, he directly reached out and put his hands on the shoulders of Jordan and Edwina respectively. A burst of bright light blue light burst out from his eyes, and the three people's figures instantly faded into transparency and disappeared into the tavern. .

On the north bank of the Pas Valley, the area where the Loen military forces are stationed, the architectural style here is very different from that of the surrounding cities, and it is completely built in the Loen style.

In a three-story single-family villa guarded by officers, a rather good-looking young man wearing a black trench coat was sitting upright at the desk. He had golden hair and eyes as blue as lakes, and had a slender figure. Every move and every move exudes an indescribable majesty.

He is Audrey's brother, Alfred Hall, who is also a colonel in the Loen military stationed in the West Bayrampas Valley area.

There were a bunch of neatly arranged documents on the table in front of him. He sat upright, but his hands were flipping through them casually, and he quickly put the documents aside.

"Huh?" The movement of his hand suddenly paused, and he turned his head to look at the bay window on his left hand side. A silly-looking translucent rabbit walked out of the reflection of the window glass, holding a dark gold brooch in his hand. With just one glance, his spiritual intuition confirmed that it belonged to him.

Spiritual creatures? It's not powerful or malicious. Why does it have my things? If I remember correctly, this brooch should be in Backlund.

While he was thinking, he saw the rabbit-like spiritual creature take out a letter from his translucent body and hand it to him along with the brooch in his hand.

messenger? Who wrote me the letter? You can still get my belongings and use them to locate them. Alfred reached out to take the letter and the brooch with some confusion. He already had a guess in his mind that he didn't want to believe.

Audrey has always been interested in occultism. She asked me to help her find a colorful lizard before. Although the reason she gave was enough to convince me, it didn't make sense when I thought about it carefully. So, that was actually what she needed. Potion ingredients?

With some anxiety and annoyance, he unfolded the letter in his hand:

Dear Alfred, please don't act too surprised when you see this letter, because it is inconsistent with the image you usually display.

As you can guess, I am now an extraordinary person, a true "spectator".

We will talk about how I became an Extraordinary later. I chose to take the risk of exposing my identity as an Extraordinary and write to you to remind you because I have something very important.

I participated in a relatively secretive gathering of Extraordinaries, and I got some news at the last gathering. Something big will happen in the Pas Valley area of ​​the Southern Continent, and this is likely to turn into a melee between Extraordinaries.

I know that because of your status as a colonel, you cannot leave the military area at will. I am writing this letter to remind you that if a battle occurs, you must not be reluctant to fight. If you need to retreat, retreat. If someone directly drives you away from the battlefield, do not try to return.

There are some confidentiality factors involved, so I can't reveal too much information to you, but please believe me!

I will slowly explain your doubts to you later. There is no need for you to return to Backlund. I found a messenger, the rabbit of knowledge that just sent you a message. Its summoning spell is: Wandering in the Illusion. The spirit in it, a rabbit-shaped spirit blessed by knowledge, belongs exclusively to Susie's messenger.

One more thing, help me keep the secret about me becoming an Extraordinary. The only people who know that I am an Extraordinary are you and Susie. You can't even compare to Susie!

Miss you sister, Audrey!

"She actually secretly became an Extraordinary. This is too dangerous. Without the right guidance, it is easy to lose control."

Alfred frowned and groaned. What he was concerned about now was not the big events and dangers mentioned by his sister, but that the other party had secretly become an Extraordinary without telling his family.

"I have to have a good chat with her. Alas~"

After muttering to himself, he suddenly sighed and gave up on his plan to send a telegram to inform his father of the matter.

He knew that with Audrey's character, if he hadn't helped her keep the secret, she would definitely not tell him anything in the future like she did now.

This will only become more dangerous, and she has become an Beyonder now. Talking to her father and mother about this will not change anything. Perhaps her father already knows that Audrey will most likely focus on the family treasure house when looking for potion materials. Money is used to buy materials, and the movement of large amounts of money in bank accounts can also cause problems for the father.

After pondering in his mind for a while, Alfred immediately took out a few pieces of letter paper and a pen from the table beside him, and began to write down bit by bit the issues that extraordinary people need to pay attention to, as well as some basic occult knowledge. .

In the clergy lounge behind the prayer hall of the Church of Knowledge, Renekton slightly renovated the place. The original tables and chairs were moved away and replaced with rows of neatly placed long tables. Only the very back near the bookshelves had Several wooden chairs placed side by side.

Renekton was sitting on a wooden chair leaning against the wall. On the table in front of him were already stacked two books that had been compiled and copied by the Knowledge Rabbit.

In addition to the rabbits of knowledge, he himself is also sorting out some magical knowledge similar to sleight of hand and writing it into an entry-level spellcasting manual for spiritual warlocks.

While he was leaning against the wall to relax, his inspiration suddenly struck him. As he raised his head, three figures suddenly appeared in front of the lounge.

The gray-haired Luca Brewster put a hand on someone's shoulder. As their figures quickly solidified, Bishop Luca withdrew his hands this time.

His eyes fell on the Knowledge Rabbits around him who were diligently organizing and copying books, and then looked at Renekton:

"Are you still asking them to help? Even spiritual creatures will get tired under such high-intensity pressure."

"Don't worry, this is no longer the previous batch. I have specially assigned a job number to each rabbit of knowledge. I will never squeeze the same rabbit twice!"

Renekton explained with a chuckle, and pointed at the note attached to the belly of the translucent body of the Rabbit of Knowledge, which had the strange symbols written on it like Russell's diary.

Standing on the right hand side of Bishop Luca, Yodson's expression suddenly turned bad. He seemed to see his own future being squeezed from these rabbits of knowledge.

Renekton's eyes stayed on the three of them for a while, but he didn't feel the breath of the three-headed sea snake, so he asked curiously:

"Isn't Vaji Veer with you?"

"It said it was going to find a big shot and separated from us when it arrived in port."

Jordson shrugged, as if he didn't care much. After a pause, he asked again pretending to be curious:

"Do you know who the big man it talks about is?"

"I know." Renekton nodded slightly, met Jordan's curious gaze, but didn't say another word.

Jordan twitched his lips and quickly calmed down. After a moment, he frowned slightly and wondered what was going on with these guys, why couldn't I steal their inner thoughts and thoughts from one or two of them.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 447 Headless Knight

"Theft by thieves has a probability. You can use it with a sealed artifact of the Path of Destiny." Renekton chuckled and gave the other party a suggestion.

Jordan rolled his eyes speechlessly and said calmly:

"Things in the Destiny Path are rare. Even if I encounter them by chance, there will definitely be a lot of people fighting for them. I neither have the capital to bid, nor can I rely on my own extraordinary ability to steal them. They are too restrained by the thieves' abilities."

Renekton tapped his right index finger on the table in front of him, smiled seductively and said:

"The School of Life split some time ago, and many Extraordinaries among them joined the camp of the original moon either by themselves or by using extraordinary characteristics and magical items."

"You suddenly mentioned the original moon, are you trying to drag me into trouble? Are you targeting the original moon believers in the Pass River Valley? There should be more than one."

Jordan folded his arms and murmured softly, looking like he was thinking seriously.

Martina, the bishop of the East Balam region of the Earth Church and the person in charge of the Southern Continent affairs, secretly came to the Pas Valley with two senior deacons of the church.

They did not appear directly in cities or places where people gathered. Instead, they moved along the river, constantly cleaning up the strange mushrooms that were multiplying more and more.

Two deacons of the Church of the Earth, wearing clerical robes painted with symbols of wheat ears, flowers and springs, surrounded a headless horseman wearing black armor from the left and right sides, and his body was almost integrated with the horse underneath him.

Martina was far behind, and they were like the soldiers led by the Headless Horseman. They moved forward silently, following the pace of the Headless Horseman rhythmically.

Wherever they walked, a little bit of black like ink spread, covering everything around them silently, covering up all colors, as if the real world was drawn into a black and white picture.

Among these black and white, there are many strange mushrooms with little bits of light blue fluorescence. They seem to be extremely unsuitable for this black and white world. They wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. As a whimpering wind blows, they are directly crushed into pieces. In powder form.

As the Headless Horseman walked through more and more places, a dark, viscous liquid suddenly began to flow out of his empty neck, like blood, gushing out.

The pitch-black armor in front of his chest and abdomen made a heartbreaking squeaking sound. On both sides of his chest and at the navel of his lower abdomen, there were different levels of tears and tears on the armor. Distorted, as if something was struggling to appear.

"It's almost reached the limit," Martina, who was at the end, murmured softly.

Her words seemed to have triggered some kind of reaction mechanism in the headless horseman. He immediately stopped moving forward, and the upper body of the war horse twisted 180 degrees. He quietly stared at Martina who had just made a sound. .

The heartbreaking metal squeaking sound from his chest and abdomen became louder, and soon there were three cracks, one large, two small, and three, emitting a faint light, as if growing out of his chest and abdomen. A hideous and terrifying face.

Before it opened its mouth and made a sound, Martina reached out and took out a somewhat worn rag doll from her arms and threw it onto the twisted and ferocious Headless Horseman.

A quiet dark curtain suddenly fell, completely covering the Headless Horseman. His movements instantly became shaky, like a person who had stayed up late for a long time and fell into extreme fatigue and sleepiness. He would fall to the ground and fall asleep at any time. .

Suddenly, thick vines shot out one after another from the surrounding ground, entangling and submerging the somewhat worn rag doll and the surrounding headless horseman, turning it into a large emerald green cocoon.

Martina nodded towards the two church deacons who were guarding the green cocoon, then turned around and returned to the way they came.

As she stepped forward, bits of emerald green light spread out from her body, and the majestic breath of life washed the surrounding area into black and white.

Soon, the black and white around them faded away and returned to the previous colors, except that there were a large number of mushrooms, large or small, missing.

It took a long time to radiate a radiance with rich vitality to restore the vitality of the nearby area. After doing all this, Martina reached out and wiped the non-existent sweat on her forehead. This was not the first time she had done this. Even a demigod would inevitably feel weak and uncomfortable after losing so much spirituality.

A tall deacon with an exaggerated giant sword on his back and obvious giant blood looked at the thick cocoon wrapped in layers of green vines beside him and said:

"Your Excellency Martina, although 2-373 can suppress the awakening of 1-92 to a certain extent, this is not a long-term solution, and we cannot create conditions sufficient to seal him. How can we bring him back to the Natural Church? "

"I don't know either, but since the Mother Goddess reminds us that we can use him, there must be something that can seal him here in the Pas Valley. We just need to wait quietly."

Martina answered the deacon's question in a low voice while recalling the information about 1-92 in her mind:

Number 1-92, name: Headless Knight. He is a living creature, extremely chaotic, extremely crazy, and unable to communicate. It was first discovered in the early fifth era. It is suspected to have evolved from an out-of-control black knight or the Three-Headed Temple. Complete, sealed by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and us.

Before the "Battle of Broken Oaths", relevant personnel from the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom studied him and came to the conclusion that his spirit and soul were a suture monster, and his own thoughts were constantly fighting against each other. Once he has the upper hand, he will exhibit corresponding characteristics.

The former Archbishop of the Diocese of Feneport City, the Church of Knowledge, Hortense Nicholas, commented on him: All his ideas and thoughts are crazy, because only strong enough and crazy enough thoughts can survive in a long-term confrontation. Come down.

Everything around him will inevitably degenerate and be gradually assimilated into a puddle of dark, sticky substance. He can fuse and twist these substances with the surrounding shadows and activate them into monsters to shape his own army. , and at the same time, he also mastered extraordinary abilities in many fields such as death, shadow, corruption, fire, and life.

His abilities will continue to get stronger as his level of awakening increases, and at most he can completely cover a metropolis like Backlund. At that time, he will be fully awakened, and even angels will have a hard time sealing him again.

He also possesses the abilities of the Mystic Prayer, Corpse Collector, Hunter, Cultivator and Reader paths. The latter two came from the casualties of the two major churches when he was sealed, which further strengthened his power and deepened his madness. . The sealing method is to let him fall into eternal sleep in an environment full of purifying power and without darkness.

(Note: Each time he is used, the seal effect will weaken until it finally fails completely.)

Confidentiality level: Bishop; Danger level: Level 0 (the danger after complete awakening is no less than some level sealed objects); can be used to a limited extent, but there must be at least one archbishop, two senior deacons and corresponding sealed objects Be present.

Martina stared intently at the ripples on the river, feeling vaguely worried that according to the current progress, these special mushrooms in the Pas Valley area have not been completely cleared away, and 2-373's temporary seal on him will be will fail.

She quickly calmed down her thoughts, closed her eyes and restored her spirituality through meditation.

About ten or twenty minutes later, Martina opened her eyes again. She nodded gently towards the two church deacons who were quietly guarding the side and said:

"Let's continue."

As she spoke, she walked straight towards the Headless Horseman, who was wrapped in a thick cocoon of green vines. The green vines seemed to come alive, quickly loosened and retracted to the ground.

The quietly sleeping Headless Horseman has returned to normal. His upper body has turned back at some point, the cracked gap in the armor between the chest and abdomen has also disappeared, and there is no gurgling black liquid from the flat and broken neck.

The deacon, who had a thick green beard on his face and wore a pair of shiny metallic gloves, reached out and took down the shabby rag doll hanging from the Headless Horseman.

He carefully looked at the doll in his hand. Although it was a bit abstract, he could barely tell that it looked like a chubby little girl wearing a floral skirt.

The floral skirt on the rag doll was stained with dark spots. He tried to wipe it off with his hands, but he couldn't wipe it off. Just like the floral skirt, it was originally printed on the fabric.

He frowned and said with a worried tone:

"2-373 is also contaminated. Once it mutates, we have no way to reduce his awakening level by temporarily sealing 1-92."

"Tucker, please pay attention to the degree of contamination of 2-373 at all times. Within the scope of influence of 1-92, even if we don't use it, we cannot avoid the pollution."

"Dennis, please be careful. When there is a problem with the sealed object, it is also when we are most in danger. The hidden original moon believers are waiting for this moment."

Martina spoke calmly and calmly.

"Yes, Bishop Martina!"

The deacon known as Tucker responded in a deep voice, and then put the shabby rag doll 2-373 in his arms.

Dennis reached out and took off the silver giant sword on his back, and said in a frivolous voice:

"I will make those dirty things disappear in the storm of morning light!"

The headless horseman riding on the black armored horse also changed at this time. He started to move forward as if sleepwalking. His movements were not fast, but each step was very large, so the speed of advancement was not slow.

Tucker and Dennis maintained their previous formation, closely following the Headless Horseman one on the left and one on the right, while Martina followed a little slower.

In the evening, in the Church of Knowledge, Renekton looked at the red moon that had vaguely appeared in the sky in front of the window of the clergy lounge, and had some wonderful premonitions in his heart.

Are you ready to start? It's almost time for the vampires to appear.

Whispering in his heart, he turned to look at Jordan, who was helping him organize the books copied by the Knowledge Rabbit, and said in a low voice:

"It won't be too peaceful tonight. You'd better follow Edwina. She has enough ability to protect you. You thieves were too noobs before Sequence Four."

Jordson had just smiled when he heard Renekton ask him to follow the captain, but the words that followed made his face fall.

He muttered with some dissatisfaction: "I am already a Sequence 5 dream stealer, the same level as the captain. Besides, what do you mean, we thieves were too novices before Sequence 4? Could it be that after Sequence 4, thieves can leap forward?" Become the strongest sequence?"

"Oh, thieves after the fourth sequence can change their name to Amon. They are naturally stronger than most extraordinary people of the same sequence!"

Renekton chuckled and teased, ignoring Jordson's somewhat stiff face, casually threw a milky-white dice into the air, and then reached out to catch it.

Then he spread out his palm, and the dice of probability lay quietly in his palm, with six o'clock facing up!

"Heh, it looks like you're lucky today."

Renekton sighed in a low voice, and his body suddenly became transparent, instantly turning into bright stars and surging into the spiritual world.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 448 The Primordial Moon in Action

On the north bank of the Pas Valley, near the riverside of Impas City.

Tucker looked at the shabby rag doll in his hand and was slightly stunned. The original floral skirt on the rag doll had turned gray and black at some point.

He murmured in confusion: "How come it's so fast? It shouldn't be?"

He could even feel that the rag doll he was holding was a little wet, as if he could squeeze out a pool of dark liquid just by squeezing it hard.

There was a tooth-aching squeaking sound that was constantly echoing in his ears, like the squeaking sound caused by metal friction. However, within a few breaths, the Headless Horseman, who originally had only gurgling black viscous liquid coming out of the broken neck, underwent more changes. , one large and two small cracks opened again between his chest and abdomen, as if a twisted and ferocious face appeared.

Martina frowned slightly, quickly reacted and reminded:

"There is a problem in this area. Some unknown influence has accelerated 1-92's awakening."

"You guys step back, he's about to lose control."

While speaking, she took out a handful of black seeds the size of fingernails from her clergyman's robes painted with ears of wheat, flowers, and clear springs, and threw them around the Headless Horseman.

As soon as the seeds hit the ground, they took root and sprouted, growing rapidly.

Thick green vines with strange patterns on the surface sprang up from all directions, giving off a dreamy feeling. They quickly bloomed into palm-sized pale yellow flowers, spewing out pollen that could make people sleep.

The patterns on these vines shine with a dim and strange light, and they are connected together, creating a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere around them.

Pa~pa~

The crisp sound of clapping echoed in the quiet surroundings, and Tucker and Dennis immediately looked warily at the river aside.

A figure in a dark robe stepped onto the river under the fading sunset and the crimson moon that had emerged. Under his feet, the river seemed to come to life, holding him up affectionately, with a reddish glow. The waves brushed against the instep of his feet.

Standing on the shore, Martina looked at each other calmly, and then she murmured:

"Crazy Thorik, who claims to be the favored one of the original moon, led a group of half-human and half-monster things towards the so-called glorious evolution, causing countless tragedies, and hundreds of people died directly or indirectly because of you. "

"Oh, this is not a claim, but a fact."

Thorik chuckled and corrected Martina's words, and then he said to himself:

"A total of 2,031 people have died because of me over the years, but their sacrifices were all great. The death of a few people can bring benefits to the majority of people. Not all major churches agree with this." concept?"

"Human beings are creatures full of flaws. Only through continuous evolution can we improve ourselves, such as becoming extraordinary, but the number of potions is limited, and most of the potion pathways are still controlled by those false gods."

"To this end, I must develop an evolutionary path that is different from potions, so that humans can become perfect creatures. All sacrifices before that are necessary."

"What an unreasonable madman." Tucker glared at the figure that appeared on the river, and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

Martina looked at Thorik who was slowly approaching on the river, and said in a heavy tone:

"Be prepared to fight and give up 1-92 if necessary."

"Give up? But this is an extremely dangerous first-level sealed object. It doesn't even need to be fully awakened. It can easily destroy all life nearby."

Dennis' tone seemed a little urgent, and the veins in his hands holding the giant sword were prominent.

"For us, 1-92, who has fully awakened, is also a combat power. Although it is uncontrollable, he can completely contain a combat power close to that of an angel."

While speaking, Martina's rolled-up hair fell down like a waterfall, glowing with green luster and full of vitality.

The figure of Thorik, who was walking slowly on the river, suddenly stopped, and even the surging river water around him became still, as if it was a frozen scene.

"Heh, it came so fast!" Thorik muttered expressionlessly.

His body exploded instantly and was completely destroyed. Pieces of scarlet were scattered on the river, causing waves of water to splash.

".This?" Tucker looked at this sudden scene with some confusion, and then turned to look at Martina behind him.

"The vampires are here."

Martina murmured in a low voice, and green vines sprang out at her feet, swarming into the river.

The dusk that had not completely disappeared was suddenly replaced by the full moon. The crimson moonlight enveloped the entire Pas Valley area, and a series of changes such as spiritual growth, enhanced inspiration, and stronger death appeared around it.

Under the shade of a tree on the other side of the river, the figures of Renekton and Bells, who had lost his left eye, quietly emerged. He glanced sideways at Bells, who was called the "Scarlet Eye", and probably understood his title. How did it come about?

Bales glanced sideways at Renekton with his remaining right eye, and said in a somewhat suspicious tone:

"Humph, you seem to be thinking of something very rude."

Renekton smiled lightly, did not answer his words, and instead said:

"The full moon covers a wide area. Is this the Duke of Full Moon taking action?"

"Of course not. Grand Duke 'Full Moon' will not take action easily. This is the effect created by a very important magical item within our vampire clan. It is temporarily in charge of Matthew." "The appearance of the full moon means that they have reached an agreement with The minions of the Primeval Moon are at hand."

Bells raised his chin slightly and said calmly and proudly.

Renekton nodded slightly and did not continue to speak. The full moon only has positive benefits for the believers of the original moon, and has no negative effects, so this cannot be a method used by the vampires to deal with them. What is it covering up? Or are you conveying information?

While his thoughts were floating, his inspiration was suddenly touched. His figure flashed and appeared above the river in an instant. He was still dragging handfuls of ancient style in his hand. From the tip to the handle, they were burning one after another, little by little. Another bloody dark red spear.

Below the river, a huge red ball of flesh sewn together from countless limbs, pieces of flesh, and souls was dragged out of the water by thick green vines.

There are many large and small hands, feet, and heads of different colors on the meat ball twisting, just like the legs of land bugs, densely packed. Even if he doesn't have trypophobia, Renekton feels a little psychologically uncomfortable looking at this picture. .

Without hesitation, he directly threw the dark red spear in his hand, which turned into a dark red stream of light in the air and fell straight down, sinking into the huge meat ball.

A wide, deep hole appeared in the meat ball. The twisted and squirming limbs and head on the huge meat ball froze for a moment, and then spread out like boneless minced meat. As the river flowed and swayed wantonly, Even those thick vines can no longer restrain it.

With a clang, a bright white light suddenly appeared where Renekton had been just now, and even the void seemed to be cut by this light, making a squeaking and harsh sound.

Renekton's figure seemed to not exist, and was not affected in the slightest. He chuckled and looked to the side of the other side of the river, pursing his lips slightly and saying silently:

"I saw you!"

The next moment, his figure instantly became transparent, like a statue made of countless starlights. The statue immediately shattered and turned into dots of starlight, surging into the spiritual world.

"He went so fast." Bells, who stayed in place, sneered. The flesh and blood at his left eye had begun to squirm and recover.

call out!call out!call out!

The sound of several thin objects cutting through the air was heard, and almost at the same moment, three long blood-red arrows were inserted into his heart, forehead and neck respectively.

The long arrow sank into Bells' body, and his body flew out instantly without any blood flowing out. His figure quickly became thinner and brittle in mid-air, and finally turned into a paper man that seemed to be condensed into crimson moonlight, and quickly broken.

The next moment, his body solidified in another direction, and a group of vampire bats between reality and illusion poured out from all directions and pounced towards him.

"Hmph! What a boring trick."

Humming softly, Bells took a step forward, and thick black mist poured out from behind him. At the same time, the surrounding shadows and darkness quickly squirmed, condensing into illusory but solid black shackles, intertwining into an exaggerated picture in mid-air. The giant black net traps all the bats.

Then he took out a bottle of light golden potion from his coat pocket, paid some attention to his spirituality and threw it into the air.

Wow!

The sound of broken glass was heard instantly, and the pale golden liquid quickly burst into flames, emitting a violent but non-irritating golden light. This light flowed around like water.

As soon as the vampire bats caught in the net touched the light, they let out a shrill scream, and a burst of green smoke rose from their bodies and gradually disappeared.

Bells' movements did not stop at all. The thick black mist condensed into a pair of illusory bat wings behind him, briefly giving him the ability to fly. As the huge bat wings waved, his body instantly turned into an afterimage and disappeared in the original place. land.

The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared on a treetop, his hands were clenched into claws, and his nails grew an extra section with mysterious symbols and patterns. The two vampire bats hiding on the treetop wanted to flap their wings and escape, but they failed. One by one with his claws, they were torn apart.

On the other side of the river, after seeing Renekton's figure disappear, Martina decisively controlled the dark green vines surrounding the Headless Horseman, and threw the briefly controlled Headless Horseman into the river.

After doing all this, she turned her head and looked at Tal and Dennis, who were concentrating on alert, and said:

"You first cooperate with the vampires to clear out those primitive moon believers who have appeared. I will stay and monitor 1-92 to prevent it from attacking indiscriminately and solve the problem here."

"Yes, Your Excellency Martina!" "No problem!"

Tucker and Dennis responded at the same time, then turned and headed towards the place where the crimson moonlight was most intense.

Martina glanced at the direction they were leaving, and then walked straight towards the other side of the river. Under her feet, thick green vines emerged from the ground, like long green bridges, easily lifting her body towards the river. Approach the other side of the river.

Ho~ho~ho~

At her feet, a huge mass of flesh composed of various limbs and heads uttered chaotic hoarse meaningless syllables.

These sounds are like broadcasts that are constantly being tuned, looking for the right rhythm, trying to establish contact with the unknown existence.

Without the restraints of the vines, a patch of flesh began to occupy the entire river surface, and continued to spread upstream and downstream.

This situation did not last long. The river suddenly turned into a bottomless blackness, as if even light could be swallowed up. The pieces of flesh floating on the surface of the river also became distorted and gradually lost their color.

The head growing on the piece of meat became dull, and the constantly shaking limbs gradually became stiff, like rusty machinery. At the same time, a dark and viscous liquid was secreted from the folds of the piece of meat.

Depravity, madness and mutation filled the river.

Martina didn't care about the changes in the river below her feet. After she controlled the green vines to send herself to the other side of the river, her body suddenly swelled, and the hair on her body continued to grow thicker. Thick brown short hairs grew out of the originally smooth skin. hair.

In an instant, her body had swelled into a terrifying giant bear that was five or six meters tall.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 449 Sleeping Street

roar~

The exaggerated roar came from the giant bear's mouth, as if it could pierce a person's eardrums, shaking the surrounding ground with terrifying power, causing the originally solid soil to rise and fall like the sea surface, setting off waves of earth.

The originally dense woods on the river bank suddenly swayed, and some trees were thrown directly into the air. Living corpses that were originally buried underground were also dug out and quickly buried again.

Channels of crimson hazy moonlight circulated among the swaying trees, and several figures with unclear faces jumped between the overturned trees and quickly moved away from here.

The undulating ground around him quickly calmed down, and a hazy moonlight quickly emerged around the giant bear, and re-condensed Bells' body.

He glanced sideways at Bishop Martina of the Church of the Earth, who was standing next to him in the posture of a giant bear. He slightly raised his head to look at the giant bear's head, and said in an unceremonious tone:

"You scared away those guys hiding around here."

Martina didn't pay attention to Bells' tone and just said lightly:

"'Red Eye' Bells? It seems that your vampires attach great importance to this operation."

Bells gave a polite smile, and said while looking carefully at the surroundings:

"Not only do we take it seriously, but so do those lunatics opposite who believe in the original moon. Even the guys from the Rose School of Thought were fooled by them. I don't know what price they paid for it."

"Oh, there is no price. How could those guys who indulge their desires miss this kind of thing?"

A hoarse and deep voice interrupted Bells' words, and the broken red scales made of hazy moonlight instantly gathered together and reorganized into a thin figure wearing a black robe.

Snapped! He snapped his fingers, causing patches of crimson moonlight to disperse.

Chi! Chi! Amidst the sound, a somewhat ferocious arm protruded from the ground, followed by a head and body. The corpses buried by the waves of soil raised by Martina all came to life, and underwent considerable changes.

The paleness and spots of the original dead body quickly faded away, and red and light blue patterns faintly appeared on the body. The air was instantly filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.

"Although these corpses are just some of the failures in Your Evolution research, they are not completely useless."

The original moon believer in black robes said words full of ridicule, but his body disappeared instantly and transparently under the crimson moonlight.

Bells' figure simultaneously blurred and disappeared, and the two of them turned into crimson moonlight again and intertwined together.

Martina, who transformed into a giant bear, took exaggerated steps and ran forward, waving the brown bear's claws to tear the transformed corpses into pieces.

Impas is close to the upper river area of ​​the river. This is the area where the local indigenous people gather most. Their life is not a good one. They try their best to survive. Not only is the environment here bad, but the security is also extremely chaotic.

The people here are stubborn and exclusive, making it the most difficult place for the spread of faith. Whether it is the Church of Knowledge on the surface or the Protestantism in the dark, they have not been able to let faith take root here. Most of them still believe in the one who has fallen. Death, at least on the surface.

This is also the place most affected by the original moon. More than half of the residents have eaten the luminous mushrooms and become the prepared dolls and even experimental subjects of the original moon's favored one.

The people here have formed a small-scale belief in the original moon, even if most people are not very religious.

Under the crimson moonlight, in an inconspicuous corner, suddenly bright stars burst out of the void, and the stars quickly reunited inside, revealing Renekton's figure.

His eyes were filled with a deep blue and almost purple glow, and his sight easily penetrated the surrounding houses and walls, giving him a panoramic view of the area.

Most of the people here have fallen into a psychedelic state, falling down on their original positions in weird postures, and they continue to utter intermittent, meaningless syllables in their mouths, and the sounds appear noisy and layered.

They all more or less ate that kind of fluorescent mushroom, and their bodies accumulated a certain amount of toxins and pollution, which was detonated at this time.

Almost all the remaining ordinary people who had not eaten mushrooms fell into a deep sleep, their expressions were a little distorted, as if they had fallen into a dream that was both painful and happy, and various emotions were growing in their hearts.

"I also became despicable and deliberately allowed the actions of those primitive moon believers for my own purposes."

Renekton lowered his eyes and muttered to himself in a complicated tone.

The full moon in the sky suddenly became as red as blood, spirituality grew rapidly, and inspiration became stronger. Even ordinary people can easily see things that are usually invisible and hear sounds that they cannot usually hear at this time. .

The noisy and layered meaningless syllables around him soon became rhythmic, the noisy sounds became unified, a strange atmosphere spread, and even the surrounding air seemed to become thicker.

"Great. Mother Life"

It doesn't require the devout faith and prayers of believers, but rather resonates through large-scale prayers and produces qualitative changes? Renekton's eyes settled for a moment, and then he magically took a pea from his hand and threw it on the ground.

The pea grew instantly and turned into thick green vines, covering the entire city like a heavy rain.

They were intertwined and intertwined, quickly forming a forest, layered on top of each other. The top could not be seen at all, but it was cleverly isolated from reality and no longer affected by the blood moon.

The unconscious murmurs that were originally unified became chaotic again, and the strange atmosphere that was gradually brewing disappeared.

The people who were lying on the ground intertwined with green vines and murmuring unconsciously suddenly woke up. They quickly stood up and surrounded Renekton from all directions.

"You have more dolls than I thought."

Renekton sighed expressionlessly. His eyes looked around among the controlled puppets, but he didn't find the body hidden among them. Has the body left the city? Or is he hiding himself? "Useless" "People who ate that special mushroom" "Covered the entire Pas Valley" "There are fewer people in this city." "It's not a big impact"

The controlled puppets around him spoke intermittently, with different voices and different intonations, but they could be connected together.

The consciousness wanders among these puppets, and there seems to be no priority. They are neither marionette masters nor parasites, so problems will inevitably arise in multi-threaded operations.

After thinking to himself, Renekton opened his hands slightly, and stars fell one after another in an instant, hovering around him.

As the eyes of the Secret Eye locked onto the figures that had turned into puppets, the bright stars surrounding him flew away one after another and landed on the scattered puppets.

These starlights condensed instantly, creating huge translucent ambers that imprisoned and isolated the dolls.

Renekton's movements did not stop, and then one star after another appeared in the sky, densely packed and dazzling.

These shining stars shed rays of light one after another, as if they were attracted, and converged on the transparent amber, forming a bright cocoon of light.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

As if feeling the danger, the manipulated dolls struggled violently, and their bodies began to mutate.

Some had thick dark brown short hair growing on their bodies, and their bodies expanded into a twisted brown bear standing upright; some of their arms suddenly expanded, their nails became long, sharp, and strong, their waists and backs were curved, and their bodies Tufts of gray short hair grew out, turning into a monster that looked like a werewolf; some blood vessels suddenly protruded, some were light blue and some were red, and black blood with a pungent sulfur smell was constantly coughing out of its mouth. cigarette.

These mutated dolls attacked the translucent amber that surrounded them like crazy, as if they didn't know the pain. Their sharp nails were broken, and their arms were broken without stopping.

In terms of physical strength alone, these dolls have reached the level of Sequence Seven Extraordinaries who are known for their physical fitness. In addition, with some abilities attached to their modified bodies, even Sequence Six Extraordinaries have trouble facing them. Maybe the guy who rolled over is indeed a talent, but unfortunately he is a lunatic.

Renekton sighed a little in his heart. He had collected enough information through the Eye of Secret. The bright light from the stars seemed to have found a breakthrough, quickly destroying the fragile structures of these mutated dolls. , gradually dissolving their bodies.

As if they had no normal senses, they slapped and bitten the transparent amber without any pause, even if their bodies fell off piece by piece.

First there were some medium-sized pieces of meat, then a finger, a section of an arm, a thigh... until they completely collapsed and dissipated.

After taking care of all the exposed puppets, Renekton gently poked his finger, and the starlight surrounding him quickly disappeared, and the translucent amber also turned into dots of starlight and dissipated.

Only some emerald green, red, light blue, or pale light spots were left that were rising and falling, gradually forming a vortex and beginning to slowly gather.

After just one glance, Renekton withdrew his gaze. He reached out and dragged out a layer of quiet night from the void, covering all those affected by the original moon.

Then the surrounding layers of green vines began to shrink, and the strange space isolated from reality disappeared.

The dazzling sunlight fell from the sky, and Renekton squinted his eyes in discomfort.

It seems that the clone has already squatted in the body of Thorik. I can first help the Church of Knowledge to clean up the military forces of Rune and Intis, and then the royal family of the Rose School and the Spiritual Order who are still hidden in the dark. Factions.

As soon as his thoughts floated around, his figure turned into pieces of bright starlight and disappeared from the place.

On the north bank of the Pas Valley, where the Loen army is stationed.

A figure was quickly outlined in the air. He stared quietly below for two seconds. The loose black fur coat on his body was constantly swinging in the cold wind. His black and white hair had a sense of vicissitudes that had gone through the baptism of long years.

Plaque's right thumb gently rubbed the ring set with a dark green gemstone on his index finger twice, and an invisible wave spread instantly.

The originally very bright crimson moonlight dimmed instantly, and was replaced by a layer of quiet night. The feeling of tranquility and tranquility came with the stars.

Silently, the deep and rich sleep swallowed up everything. Whether they were sleeping or the troops on duty, they all fell into a deep sleep without exception.

Only some mid-sequence level Extraordinaries could barely resist the sudden feeling of sleepiness and respond quickly.

"Enemy attack!" A harsh and unpleasant voice filled with spiritual disturbance instantly covered the entire military area.

As soon as the sound appeared, it was intercepted by several strange jellyfish-like spirits that suddenly appeared. The invisible sound waves seemed to have substance in front of them, easily blocking and swallowing these sounds.

The spiritual disturbance contained in this sound seemed to cause them to suffer from indigestion. The translucent tentacles wrapped themselves into a ball and bumped around, as if they had a stomachache.

"Sinking is prohibited here"

A voice with indescribable majesty came from the other direction, and he was using the ancient Hermes language to initiate a "forbidden".

This "prohibition" had not yet taken shape, but his words were suddenly stuck, as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak.

The next moment, green and thick vines hung down from high in the sky, covering the surrounding area like a heavy rain, intertwining with each other to form a green forest, layer upon layer, with no boundaries visible at all.

Renekton's figure reunited in the bright starlight, and all the awake Extraordinaries in this area were pulled into this magical forest isolated from the outside world.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 450 Loen Military

In the layers of emerald green forest, there are three slightly anxious and uneasy figures moving quickly. They seem to have the means to locate each other's position, and they can quickly find the direction of rendezvous after being deliberately separated by Renekton.

Among them, the one with the strongest aura and the most majestic feeling is a middle-aged officer who looks to be in his forties. He has brown hair and brown eyes, prominent cheekbones, and deep facial features. His clothes are a bit messy, and he is simply holding a piece of clothing outside. The military coat covered with medals looked like he had just climbed out of bed.

On the right side of Renekton, blocked by hanging green vines, there is a young man in a black trench coat running wildly. He is quite good-looking, with a slender and well-proportioned figure. He also has an indescribable sense of majesty. .

A little further away, there was a young man with a slim figure, a delicate appearance, and a gentle appearance.

His pace was not fast, but it could confuse the distance measurement standards around him. He had only taken seven or eight steps, but his figure had already reached a very far place.

Naturally, they are not the only three extraordinary people in the Loen military, but they are the only three who can resist the slumber just now and respond quickly.

That ring was at least a demigod-level sealed object, otherwise it wouldn't have such a strong effect. After muttering a few words to himself, Renekton withdrew his gaze from the ring on Pulak's hand.

He turned to look at the three Loen Military Extraordinaries who were pulled into this green pea forest. He chuckled and said their sequence, as if greeting them:

"A mage of law, a judge, and a teacher of chaos."

While speaking, a black jade-like chess piece condensed between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. The chess piece was thrown out at will. The movements of the chaos instructor suddenly became one after another, like an animation with stuck frames. He couldn't move a single step for a long time.

The middle-aged officer with a strong sense of majesty quickly locked onto Renekton's position through spiritual fluctuations. He stared ahead, his eyes calm, as if he had many emotions brewing.

Immediately, he spoke in a low voice in ancient Hermetic: "Exile!"

An invisible majestic force suddenly erupted, shattering all the surrounding green vines blocking the view and flying them away.

In an instant, everyone's figures were clearly exposed in front of everyone.

"Deprived!" Another low voice sounded in ancient Hermes.

Renekton was stunned. He felt that his ability to transform into starlight had been deprived of him. Although he relied on his special personality to resist some of the other party's "deprivation", he felt that he could only transform part of his body into starlight at most. status for about one second.

After depriving Renekton of his most proficient and practical extraordinary ability, the body of this extremely majestic middle-aged officer floated into the air in violation of the laws of physics. A strong majesty emanated from him, pressing down on the surroundings like a hill.

Renekton looked at him with a normal expression, the dark blue and almost purple light in his eyes suddenly bright, as if there were countless stars reflecting in them.

As the two looked at each other, he could clearly see lightning forming in the eyes of the middle-aged officer opposite him, as if coming from deep within his consciousness and acting directly on the spirit body.

The middle-aged officer floating in the air concentrated his energy, the light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he launched an attack that could pierce the target's spirit body, a sequence of four levels of "spiritual piercing."

"Ah!" A painful scream suddenly echoed in everyone's ears. The middle-aged officer who was originally floating in the air fell in pain, and his body fell to the ground made of green vines. He held his head with both hands, his expression was painful and distorted. .

There was bright red blood flowing out of his nose, ears, and eyes, and bloody cracks were torn out on the surface of his body, as if something was about to grow out of it.

"Psychic Piercing" attacks the target's mental body. If it is used on someone whose mental body is stronger than your own, there will be corresponding backlash. The mental body happens to be the area in which the Mystic Peeper Path is best at, not to mention Renekton himself. One level higher than him.

Just now, when the other party used "Psychic Pierce" and looked at Renekton, he reflected part of the information about the Hidden Sage directly in the other party's mind, allowing the other party to briefly establish a relationship with a great being with malicious intentions. Contacted.

Renekton just glanced at him and immediately withdrew his gaze, his figure instantly distorted and disappeared directly from the spot.

A cold and indifferent eye condensed from the bright stars appeared next to the chaos instructor who had been delayed in time.

The next moment, the eye twisted for a moment and was replaced by Renekton's figure.

"Imprisonment!" A majestic and solemn ancient Hermes language echoed not far away.

Renekton looked sideways and saw a piece of extremely viscous transparent liquid suddenly flowing around him. The liquid quickly enveloped him, forming a huge amber.

Judging by his appearance, he should be Alfred, the brother of Miss "Justice" Audrey.

As his thoughts floated, Renekton gently raised his hand and touched the huge amber that wrapped himself. The bright starlight spread rapidly from his palm, assimilating the entire amber created by the law at an extremely fast speed.

Wow! With a crisp shattering sound, the huge layer of amber that surrounded him turned into dots of light and dissipated.

Then he turned his right hand, palm facing up, and a ball of slowly rotating star sand quickly formed in his palm, and one star after another quickly emerged, densely packed and dazzling.

As he made the forward throwing motion, the slowly rotating star sand quickly enlarged and engulfed the thin Chaos Instructor in front and Alfred not far behind him. "Confinement!"

"exile!"

Alfred spoke out two sentences in succession with a somewhat anxious look, but had little effect. Whether it was the invisible barrier created by "confinement" or the majestic power of "exile", they were all quickly expanded by the mass. The star sand quickly assimilates and then is swallowed up.

The figure of the chaotic mentor who was originally slow in movement suddenly distorted for a moment, and just took a step back, but his body suddenly appeared next to Alfred.

Then he directly distorted the distance between the slowly rotating mass of star sand and himself, magnifying the original distance of only five or six meters by dozens of times.

Ho~ho~ho~

A burst of meaningless syllables came from not far away, like an old man's last struggle before death.

Renekton looked sideways and saw Plak squatting half-crouched, his eyes calmly looking at the middle-aged officer who was lying on the ground and twisted in pain.

The body of the middle-aged officer seemed to be moving forward in a river called death. The aura on his body quickly decayed and withered. His hair also turned gray and fell off. There were bloody cracks on his body. It quickly became pale and dry, with large areas of cracks appearing.

The flesh and blood on his body were like pieces of flesh that were forcibly stuck together, falling off piece by piece, turning into withered yellow powder like weathering.

Soon, the middle-aged officer could no longer even make a hoo-ho sound, and the flesh on his neck began to fall off.

In less than a minute, a Sequence Four demigod who was still in his prime of life ended his life and turned into a pile of withered white bones.

Dots of light blue and silvery white spots slowly emerged and began to converge on the withered yellow skull. The originally withered yellow skull gradually became crystal clear.

Renekton quickly withdrew his gaze. He reached forward and tore apart the ball of star sand that had expanded to the size of a three-story building. The bright starlight turned into streams of blue light, attacking the chaotic man from all angles. The mentor and Alfred beside him.

The thin, handsome young man frowned, and every ray of blue light that struck around him made him feel mortal danger.

Even if I distort the concept of myself and the target, allowing me and the attacker to suffer damage in half, these blue streams of light are still deadly to me. Demigod! Moreover, the opponent is also an extremely powerful type among demigods.

While his thoughts were floating around, he decisively used the ability of "chaos" to cause chaos in the surrounding area, making it difficult for attacks to fall on him. At the same time, he continued to use the ability of "distortion" to deflect attacks that broke through the chaos.

"careful.!"

Alfred's voice, which seemed to have been slowed down countless times, suddenly came to his ears. He didn't have time to slowly listen to what the other party said. The tone full of surprise and panic was enough to explain the problem.

He quickly took a step back again, and at the same time used the ability of "chaos" to try to make the measurement of distance confusing.

As soon as his ability was activated, before he could twist his position, he suddenly felt a tearing pain in his chest.

He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a faint blue miniature "door" appearing an inch in front of his chest.

An arm made of bright starlight stretched out from the "door", easily assimilated and dissolved his own flesh and blood, and penetrated his chest.

"Uh-huh." The words in his mouth failed to come out, and there was a sudden sharp pain in his heart.

As his consciousness gradually blurred, he looked sideways at Alfred, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

The arm made of bright starlight was retracted from the blue "door" and solidified into flesh and blood again.

Renekton raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The green vines surrounding him quickly retracted, and the surrounding space overlapped with reality again.

After the green vines hanging from the sky appeared, Mesanyes quickly led his troops and rushed over.

The military area that originally belonged to Loen's military had been occupied by the local army led by Mesanyes. With most ordinary people and low-sequence Extraordinaries asleep, Mesanyes' army spent little effort.

Those military extraordinary people who woke up from their slumber were eliminated with little resistance and were either turned into prisoners or corpses.

(End of this chapter)