Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Esther didn't dare to relax. She still remembered seeing Leonard at the Church of the Night. He even wore red gloves - they were an elite team within the Nighthawks, responsible for reinforcing other Nighthawk teams or carrying out the most dangerous and dangerous tasks. The most urgent task, Leonard must have been promoted now, I don’t know what sequence it is...

Esther did not clear away the random thoughts in her mind, she was trying to divert her attention with these trivial things. She didn't dare to recall what had just happened, for fear of triggering the existing will in her mind again and becoming a selfless puppet again.

She walked into the steam subway station extremely tired and sat all the way to the south area of ​​​​Daqiao.

After finding a cafe, Esther didn't care what she was eating, she just asked the waiter to bring the food as quickly as possible.

The hunger inside her body became intense again, as if a fire was burning inside her stomach.

Esther even looked at Xiao Qi many times, but she barely suppressed this desire, leaving Xiao Qi a little surprised. If it weren't for the fact that it was easy to be targeted by a certain entity if it was far away from Esther, Xiaoqi would have wanted to fly away directly. The look in Esther's eyes when looking at it was quite scary.

After eating far more food than she could eat, Esther put down her fork the moment she felt the restlessness in her body subsided. The waiter had already looked here in surprise several times. Esther can now realize that this kind of eating is not just "appetite", but more like a compensatory behavior to make up for the excessive consumption of her body.

So the way I can really get rapid replenishment is to swallow the extraordinary properties of the same sequence?

Esther thought about it, after paying for the lunch which cost nearly one gold pound, she walked out of the cafe helplessly.

If I had known I would eat so much, I might as well have chosen a cheaper restaurant!

"Are you calmer?" Xiao Qi whispered to Esther, biting her ears.

"Well... I guess so. At least I don't want to eat you anymore."

After such a long time, why does it seem like it has become a food reserve again...

Of course Esther couldn't hear Xiao Qi's inner murmur. Esther touched the skin on her face, but there was no strange feeling, but the half-face mask had indeed become a part of her. As long as she wanted to, the mask would It can emerge at any time.

"I feel like I really don't feel like a human being. I'm getting weirder and weirder."

Xiao Qi tilted her head and scratched Esther's shoulder with her claws: "Is it possible that you are not the one?"

"Xiao Qi, if you are no longer the clone of your family master, no longer Xiao Qi, or even no longer the Worm of Time - what should you be?"

Xiao Qi was silent for several seconds and nodded: "I understand what you are thinking. Your self-perception has shifted."

"I can't find someone to help me take a look..."

"There is no way. After all, the 'psychiatrist' you just offended is the best 'psychiatrist' in the world behind him. I think if ordinary people look at this kind of problem for you..."

Esther nodded her forehead: "Bang, it's gone. Is that what you mean?"

"It seems you know it very well."

Esther's joke was too cold, closer to describing possible facts, which made Xiao Qi not interested in continuing to talk about this topic.

——

Leonard received a mission early this morning, so he went to the East District to confirm the news about some underground sects secretly preaching. When he was asking about the situation of several local night churches and nighthawks, the energy that could cause everyone to be confused and confused Weird waves of dislocation erupted.

He almost lost his awareness of his own existence, and was called by the endless gentle light. He clearly saw that he was walking numbly along an invisible path of light like a pilgrim, towards the only existence in the world, full of echoes, resonances, and emotions. The instinct to connect.

Then Leonard vaguely sensed the shadow clinging to another "self" - it was composed of some kind of worm with twelve links, and it was tightly wrapped around his body, blocking his steps to be attracted.

This made Leonard shudder. When he came back from such an illusory feeling, he heard the old man yelling crazily in his head: "Wake up! Don't be attracted anymore! Your destiny is being assimilated. ! Will be devoured by Him!"

"I'm awake!" Leonard immediately turned back to look at the captain and members of the East Area Nighthawks Team, and found that the others were standing stiffly in place, maintaining the posture of following him just now, but motionless. The expression on his face was calm and gentle, "Are they okay!?"

"How can it be okay!? Even if the source of that power is not malicious, this spontaneous reaction of destiny cannot be completely isolated by him!"

"Old man, what can you do?" Leonard's face immediately darkened. He couldn't just watch something happen to these colleagues, "Anything is fine!"

"Then I'm afraid you have to lend me your body."

"Everything is fine! Please—"

Before Leonard could finish his words, two translucent insects of time, each with twelve links, emerged from his eyes. Leonard lost control of his body. He looked at "himself" facing his colleagues. Open your right hand and make a virtual fist several times quickly.

A small piece of silk thread that was light and illusory with soft light flew out from the foreheads of these Nighthawks, but dissipated in the air on the way to the palm of "Leonard".

Leonard instantly regained control of his body, because the next second, the other people's eyes showed confusion, and soon the emotions turned to tension and fear.

"just……"

Leonard interrupted the Nighthawk captain's question: "Let's go quickly, we have to activate the source of that power! We must prevent it from harming the citizens of the East District!"

This is your duty as a night watcher.

No one showed a trace of fear anymore, but instead had a fighting spirit. Even though they knew from the bottom of their hearts that it was not a force they could compete with, they followed Leonard's running figure without hesitation.

It was not only this team of Nighthawks who rushed to the source of that power, but also the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Storms, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and the Church of the Goddess of Night at St. Samuel's Church in the North District. The subsequent transfer of the team would take time, but For the three extraordinary beings at the saint level, it only took a few minutes to arrive at the scene.

The first person to arrive was Anthony Stevenson, an old man with a clean face and deep eyes. He was the head of the Church of the Night in Backlund Parish.

When Archbishop St. Anthony nodded slightly to the night watchers who were respectfully saluting, Horamick Haydon, the head of the Church of Steam and Mechanics also arrived. This gentle and kind-looking elder was not wearing his usual clothes. He was wearing a white priest's robe instead of a very neat white tuxedo. He was most likely giving lectures to the students just now.

"Anthony, have you found any clues?"

Anthony looked at the people leading the Nighthawks. Apart from the two archbishops present, the Red Gloves member had the highest rank. He should have been the first to arrive with these people.

Leonard also shook his head dejectedly. It was obvious that they arrived here quite early: "The other party left decisively, and Loretta's channeling did not yield any results."

When his name was called, the Nighthawk immediately took a step forward and stood under the eyes of the two archbishops. This lady in her thirties has a pretty appearance and is dressed in men's clothing. She is extremely reserved because of her nervousness. In fact, Loretta was promoted to a Sequence Seven "Psychic" just last month. When she went to Tingen half a year ago to trace the Antigonus family notes, she was only a Sequence Eight "Grave Digger" ".

Luo Luota took a deep breath and said with a hint of disappointment: "The spirits nearby are either also attracted and are still in a state of being unable to control themselves, or they are crushed by some kind of force. Other unnatural spirits have already been killed due to instinctive fear. Escape from here, this is all I can communicate."

"Well, it doesn't matter. The power displayed by the other party is quite strange. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to track it easily." Archbishop Anthony comforted him in a deep voice. He didn't have high expectations, and he was even somewhat fortunate that the believers of these goddesses found nothing.

If any clues are really found, the Nighthawks present may be contaminated and go crazy. Knowing too many secrets in the extraordinary world is not a good thing.

Nearly another minute passed before the person in charge of the Backlund area of ​​the Church of Storms arrived at the scene.

Ace Snake, who arrived late, was wearing a black robe embroidered with storm symbols. He straightened the black soft hat on his head, and the ferocity in his silver eyes almost burst out with lightning: "What the hell is going on!? You guys? Didn’t you catch the person who caused the abnormality?”

Horamik shook his head in amusement: "If we had caught the other party, Anthony would have left with the suspect, and the corresponding report would have been sent directly to us, so we wouldn't just be chatting here."

There was darkness flickering in Anthony's eyes. He was not idle during this period, but was constantly communicating with the remaining spirits here. Finally, he awakened a natural spirit and learned a very vague and brief story:

"There once was a battle here, and there were only those two people from the beginning to the end. The male should be the 'audience', and the other used the ability of the 'judge'. The voice should be female, but she just said The ban is used as a auxiliary rather than as a means of main attack when angry. You should not be an Extraordinary of this path, otherwise you wouldn't be so passive after using your ability."

"A sealed artifact of the 'Judge' sequence?" Ace frowned. Things that are related to the "Judge" path can easily become tricky, because the person who masters this path is the current royal family of the Loen Kingdom, Ogu. The Situ family, as mid-sequence "judges", apparently does not have many members. Even if extraordinary characteristics or sealed objects appear, they are often recycled quickly.

"Well...she also has a talking black crow."

"Will it be an 'animal tamer'? I know that Extraordinary people on this path sometimes try to tame extraordinary animals or cultivate their own extraordinary pets."

Anthony was silent for two seconds, and his expression gradually became subtle: "After she showed her ability as a thief, all the nearby natural spirits entered chaos. That should be the cause of the abnormality in the East District."

"Where are the nearby residents?" Horamik seemed to have followed Archbishop Anthony's train of thought, "Are they not under control?"

"No, after that all the spiritual responses were in chaos, and even the nearby spiritual world was in turmoil. Before that, the only people who came into contact were those simple 'two people'."

Horamik shook his head. This is not like the style of the legendary "thief". If he really appeared in the East District and fought with people, at least a large number of parasitic creatures and even residents would participate in the battle. It’s not about being passively tied down because of an “audience”.

Ace clenched his fist vigorously: "Could it be an emerging evil god? Following the Aurora Society's arbitrary behavior and the mysterious act of wielding the Tarot card 'Black Emperor', a new cult organization has appeared in Backlund. ?”

Horamik and Anthony looked at each other without nodding or shaking their heads, but they both quite agreed with Ace's "resentful" guess.

"We'd better pay close attention to this abnormal situation. I will convene an emergency meeting to analyze it or the nature of the power it may involve." Horamik said.

Anthony then turned to the Nighthawks and Leonard beside him: "Please also submit a detailed report. You are too close to here, so there is no guarantee that you will be affected. You still need to go behind Chanis Gate to wait for review and treatment."

Leonard and others certainly have no objections.

Although Leonard himself has a guilty conscience, the old man has been with him for so long without being found out. He should be able to get away with it this time, but he needs to think about how to come up with excuses to explain why people like him sobered up quickly. reason.

It's too troublesome. It's unreasonable no matter what you think about it. Otherwise, just say you don't know...

——

minutes ago.

3 Burningham Road, Hillstown.

This is the home of Alan Kress. The renowned surgeon is on vacation today and is spending time by the fireplace with his wife, who is more than a month pregnant.

Although it has already entered winter, for some reason, Allen's wife has recently begun to like all kinds of sweets, especially ice cream. Allen believed that this was related to the change in eating habits unique to pregnancy. However, after the temperature dropped, he did not trust his wife to eat cold food, but he could not resist his wife's insistence, so he could only limit her portion to a small cup every few days.

At this time, Allen's wife was leaning on the soft sofa, clinging to her husband's shoulder, holding a tall open glass cup in her hand. Most of the vanilla-flavored ice cream balls contained in it had been eaten.

Allen turned his head and looked at his wife's cheerful smile while enjoying the ice cream. He couldn't help but laugh too. He changed his cold image outside. The joy of being a father made him feel a little silly recently: "We agreed , only once in a while. You can’t do this tomorrow, it’s not good for the child in your belly.”

His wife muttered dissatisfiedly: "Maybe it's because this kid likes it that I always want to eat ice cream."

Allen shook his head lightly and seriously: "How can a baby know the taste of ice cream at this time? He or she should not be fully formed yet."

"Really, you can be more romantic."

Allen was about to place a kiss on his coquettish wife's forehead when her hand holding the spoon suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The piece of ice cream slipped from the small silver spoon and left a stain on her magenta house dress.

Before Allen could come to his senses, his wife held her lower abdomen in pain, tears dripping from the pain.

After more than ten seconds of confusion, Allen's wife returned to normal, but her face was pale because of the abdominal pain just now. Allen held his wife in his arms and kept comforting her, and nervously called the servants at home to prepare the carriage and clothing for the trip.

Allen took out his handkerchief and wiped away the tears and sweat on his wife's face in panic:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's okay! We're going to the hospital right now... You really can't eat any more ice cream!"

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