Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"boom!"

Gunshots smelling like gunpowder rang out in the surrounding Resurrection Square, which was gradually lighting up. The night and dreams constructed by the power of "dark night" were dissipating, so sunlight could pass through.

"This shot belongs to the captain and Ms. Daly."

As gray-white blood splashed from his head, Ince Zangwill raised his head and looked at the face with gritted teeth: "You are indeed still alive!

Klein Moretti shook his wrist, and several more Tarot cards passed by his fingertips like flying knives. One of the "Justice" cards was deeply embedded in the charred left arm of Ince Zangwill. , nearly cutting off his weak arm.

Ince Zangwill's hatred seemed to torment him more than the wounds on his body, making him feel a thousand times more painful: "Go to hell, go to hell -"

He squeezed the spirituality in his broken body, and the rich darkness emerged from his body, forming a cold black thread, trying to drag the evil ghost in front of him who was seeking revenge and life into hell.

With a look of indifference in his brown eyes, Klein pulled the trigger again.

"boom!"

Ince's body lifted up for two seconds due to the impact, and then fell heavily to the ground. His eyes were still wide open, but the hatred inside began to dissipate.

Klein shook his wrist, and another handful of tarot cards flew out. Some stuck on Ince's body, and some landed on the gravelly ground.

A "Lovers" card deflected from its intended trajectory, cutting Ince's forehead and leaving a scratch-like bloody mark on his eye.

Blood drops flowed through the bright red and chaotic eyes, and continued to drip down like tears.

"This shot was Leonard's."

Megoose, the internal watchers, the affected Punishers, the destroyed Blackthorn Security Company, all the "Nighthawks", all... the people who have suffered from this.

Klein's voice became clearer and firmer, like the sound of weights, counting the crime points and washing them away with the blood splashed by Ince Zangwill.

He dodged the black threads that kept trying to catch him, jumped between tarot cards through flames, and the demon-hunting bullets drilled out of the ringing "death knell", breaking a leg and leaving a mark on Ince's back. Two extra bloody holes enlarged the wound on his head.

"boom!"

A bullet entered from the side of the neck, causing Ince to subconsciously moan "ho ho", but he was unable to say another word.

"This shot is mine."

Flames ignited on the "World" tarot cards, and Klein's figure flashed out, pressing the muzzle of the gun to Ince Zangwill's forehead.

Ince's face was squirming with traces of occult shock, trying to influence the people in front of him. Even at the last moment, hatred still drove him.

"This shot belongs to her."

At the last gunshot, a bloody hole penetrated Ince Zangwill's forehead.

Klein rubbed away the fake eyes that had transformed, and pulled the real eyes back to their proper position.

He threw out the last few tarot cards from his sleeve.

The "Fool" and "Judgment" cards were played on Ince Zangwill's face.

Klein's pupils dilated slightly.

Missing one piece, missing "Wheel of Fortune"?

The "Wheel of Fortune" suddenly floated before his eyes, and a white bone sword fell at the same time.

The bone sword pierced the tarot card and then nailed it into the head of Ince Zangwill.

The feather-like pattern climbed up from the bone sword until it spread to the handle, condensing a cold light at the rear end and condensing into a soft white feather.

Klein raised his head and looked at the lady who was stepping on Ince Zangwill's body. Her white nun's dress was stained with a little blood and ashes, and her black headscarf was slightly raised.

The lady's gentle eyes lowered and looked at the deceased who had been completely devoured even his soul under the "pale bone nail":

"I told you, your future is always there."

Then she withdrew the bone sword, and the blood-stained "Wheel of Fortune" fell from the tip and fell aside.

Klein clenched the "Death Knell" in his hand. The emotions in his eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to organize fluent words. In the end, the only thing he blurted out was the question:

"Esther?"

She just looked at him calmly, so calm that she seemed strange and alienated. "Li Xing" never had such a calm moment, even if she was confused, panicked, or in a daze and embarrassment when a lie was exposed, "Li Xing" It's never been this peaceful.

It's like stagnant water that won't cause ripples even if you throw a stone into it.

Klein looked at the round stars in "Esther's" eyes, and his eyes finally dimmed: "Zoya."

A slight smile appeared on her face, she bowed slightly towards him, then took two steps forward, stepping on Ince's head and walked to Klein.

"Zhou Mingrui." The familiar face used a familiar language and said his unknown name.

Zoya raised the bone thin sword in her hand and stabbed it towards the ground. Another tarot card was penetrated. Klein looked down and saw that it was an upside-down "Lovers" card.

Zoya released the "Pale Bone Nail", and the new long white feathers at the end swayed in the wind, like a fluttering white flag.

She took half a step back, and the bone sword stood between the two of them, still trembling slightly.

Klein wanted to say something more, but an illusory bitterness pressed on the back of his tongue.

Even words kill themselves.

Zoya turned and walked towards the other side. Klein's eyes followed her back and fell on another person wearing a simple white robe.

The priest, half of his face covered by a pale golden beard, was bending down to pick up the unusually haggard classical quill from the puddle beside the fountain.

After he straightened up, he placed the silver cross pendant surrounded by an olive branch on his chest. His clear eyes and warm smile made it difficult for anyone who saw him to feel bad.

Of course Klein knew who He was.

After Zoya walked back to him, Adam nodded to Klein: "All gifts from fate have already been marked with prices in secret, right?"*

When He turned around, Zoya closed her eyes and followed Him.

Adam's voice came leisurely, and with a not exaggerated aria, it gave the weaving story a sufficient ending:

"In front of an 'audience', Crane Moretti completes a gorgeous drama and directs a magical murder, in which he has digested the potion and has the extra strength to try for promotion when the drama ends .”

The real director behind the scenes only appeared on the stage at the curtain call to pay tribute to the ending.

Klein closed his eyes tightly and looked down at the "pale bone nail" in front of him. This matter was far from over.

Klein's "winner" marionette came out of his hiding place, holding in his hand the potion that Klein had prepared under his control.

"The Magician".

Klein held the vial and poured the cold potion down his throat.

His spirit rises, leaps, and disintegrates.

Until the grand performance of the promotion ceremony emerged, it was like a stable cornerstone, pulling Klein's ego back to one point.

Zhou Mingrui...Klein.

The transparent worms protruding from Klein's body gradually shrank back and completely returned to his body.

Klein Moretti opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and turned back towards the three members of the "Red Gloves".

The light that shrouded their faces all dissipated the moment "Esther" appeared.

Dai Li was completely unconscious. When she saw Ince Zangwill being pierced by the bone sword, she closed her eyes with a smile and fell into Dunn's arms with peace of mind. It might take a long time. Only with time of sleep can you fully recover.

Dunn was half squatting on the ground holding Dai Li. He was in the best condition among the three, but he was also mentally and spiritually exhausted. The lingering fatigue was hidden. Dunn looked at him in disbelief. The young man who came over.

He still remembered the day that Klein walked into his office and told him that he had chosen to become a "divineer" - who would have thought? The shy college student seemed to have turned around helplessly from the door just yesterday, waiting for the captain with a bad memory to remember another thing to give him.

Leonard took off the glove on his hand, and the human leather glove gradually returned to its black appearance. While taking the glove, Klein grabbed Leonard's arm and pulled his former colleague up from the ground. .

"Klein, you..." Leonard raised his hand hesitantly, but he didn't know what to say.

The same goes for Klein.

His eyes fell on the rings on the hands of Dunn and Dai Li. The black-haired young man smiled cheerfully and said: "Congratulations, captain. I also wish you my best wishes, from the bottom of my heart. Be sure to give my blessings to Ms. Dai Li as well." , okay?"

"I will." Dunn nodded solemnly.

Klein looked at Leonard again. After two seconds of silence, he touched the symbol of the crimson moon on his heart, then took off the silk hat on his head and gave a farewell salute to the two of them.

He didn't know that his gentle and distant smile at this moment was somewhat similar to that of another person.

When Klein turned around, Leonard suddenly couldn't help it anymore: "Wait, Klein! Aren't you planning to return to the church?"

Klein's footsteps stopped in place, but he did not turn around. He responded in a low voice, and along with the smell of blood, he was blown into the sunlight by the wind:

"Can not go back……"

Leonard stood there blankly, the sourness in his heart making it impossible for him to speak anymore.

Instead, Dunn raised his head: "Cline Moretti!"

His voice was very stern, causing Klein's back to move slightly, but he still did not turn around.

Dunn didn't care about this, but continued: "Take care along the way."

team leader……

Dunn's voice continued to sound behind him: "This is not a blessing, this is your captain's last order to you!"

"yes!"

Klein's reply was slightly trembling, but he continued to move forward firmly.

He picked up the "Star" card, held the "Pale Bone Nail", and took the "Chariot" card with the face of Priest Roselle from Ince Zangwill's pocket.

The "Star" card fell from his fingertips and blocked Ince Zangwill's face, soaked in blood bit by bit.

The play ends and the actors leave alone. (End of chapter)