Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

The smell of sulfur from the corridor became stronger and stronger, and the doors of the other residents were closed tightly. No one dared to peek out and take a look at the monster in the corridor. They still remembered the gunshot from before.

The middle-aged man stood by the door, one hand on the fiery red brooch, and the other hand holding the gun slightly tremblingly, pointing it at the enemy in front.

"I should ask you, who are you, right?" Banabei also put his right hand on his waist. At an extremely slow speed, he lifted up the corner of his clothes to reveal the gun bag, and slowly passed his fingers through the trigger guard. , picked up the grip.

In a normal game, slowing down movements is for fear of arousing the opponent's attack intention, but now Banabei's slowing down movements is equivalent to lighting firecrackers on the tense nerves of a middle-aged man - if Emperor Russell even This thing was also invented at the same time.

An invisible "spiritual puncture" was activated, but Banabei just groaned,

The smile on his face became more and more exaggerated, which made the middle-aged man's face become paler. At this time, he had completely exposed his low ranking. This was already a crushing situation.

The fear of falling into the enemy's hands was even greater than death, and the middle-aged man's tense nerves were broken.

Rapid gunshots rang out, and at the same time, two hot lines of fire spread from the middle-aged man's body, jumped out along the ground, and quickly fell to the soles of Banabei's feet.

But Banabei shook his head nonchalantly, as if he was regretting his opponent's stupidity. He took back the hand covering the butt of the gun and snapped his fingers.

That exaggerated smile disappeared from the middle-aged man's eyes, and the next second it had crossed the flames and reappeared beside him.

Before the middle-aged man could launch further attacks, he noticed that his movements had become sluggish.

Why...how...is it possible...he...is...

The sluggish thinking was reflected in the stiff body. The man still tried his best to twist his head and upper body. However, when he tried to lift his arm, a hand fell on the back of his neck.

Banabei clamped his hands on the man's neck and concentrated on controlling the spiritual thread.

Another marionette had already reached the top floor and spread its wings to block the door. Banabei was not distracted to maintain the marionette's fighting state. The evil purple flames dissipated in the air, leaving only the ferocious "devil". Quietly guarding the rooftop.

The process of transforming into a marionette only took three minutes. Although it was an improvement compared to when I first took the potion, the time that was delayed was still time. The longer you stayed here, the greater the risk.

Banabei didn't intend to keep this marionette. He just transformed into a marionette so that he could take away the gentleman easily. Based on the moment the other party showed the ability to "psychic puncture", Banabei had some doubts about this man's path and identity. made a basic guess.

It would be safer to wait until the marionette-turned-body is taken to a hidden place and then slowly channel the spirit than to continue to stay here.

The previous gunfire and fire will definitely attract attention. The police only need to check the nearby scene to make corresponding guesses. There are only a lot more extraordinary people in Backlund than other cities. They are also good at delivering this kind of thing. It’s quite experienced.

Although it is night now, the "Nighthawks" of the Church of the Night in charge of the East District do not need to sleep. Their operation efficiency will be extremely high, or the military... they may have left secret supervision personnel in this area, waiting. Someone came to investigate, and maybe this middle-aged man was one of them, so they found Jayne.

His original plan was to stall for time and then attract officials or his own companions? Otherwise, there is no need for him to use the conspicuous ability of condensing fire crows.

Banabei let the demon marionette fly to the ground with the middle-aged man, then asked the marionette to put away its alienated appearance, and released a ball of fire below.

After passing the "flame jump" and landing gracefully on the ground, Barnabas did not forget that there was an unconscious injured person in the alley.

Although he wanted to just leave Jayne here, but when he thought that this guy would betray him a second time, Barnabas felt angry.

Let the marionette carry this worthless bastard and light the paper mannequin to erase the traces of the occult. Barnabas took the two marionettes and decisively chose the manhole cover closest to the street.

The sewer smells bad, but the road is easier to walk on than the ground. Now that there are more people, plus an unconscious and injured Jayne, this group of people is too conspicuous walking on the street.

If only I could have a suitcase and put the Marionette directly in it... Barnabas glanced at the team beside him and couldn't help but have this thought after sighing.

Not long after Banabei left the red brick alley, police officers on night patrol arrived at the scene and quickly passed on the news of a "fight" taking place here.

Soon, a group of people, mainly dressed in long black trench coats, arrived near this block. They even arrived at the scene at the same time as the police. After a brief negotiation, the two parties began to pull up the blockade and knock on the nearby streets one by one. Resident's door.

Leonard originally only came to the East District to collect file reports, but because he received a request from the Pope to take stock of extraordinary events in the past, this unified report, which was originally supposed to be conducted at the end of the year, was moved forward to October.

So when he received a report from the patrolling police officers, he simply came over with several "night watchers" to take a look at the situation at the scene.

But now, Leonard looked at the serious-looking police inspectors opposite and frowned subconsciously.

He said to himself: "Extraordinary people...people from the military?"

In Leonard's mind, the old voice responded to him: "The traces of the occult have been erased very well, but there are many burnt places left, and the smell of sulfur is obvious."

"Devil..."

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On Sunday afternoon, everyone who went to the Meige Manor on the outskirts of Backlund for vacation had returned to their mansions.

Arriving above the gray fog, Klein clicked on the "Devil's" light ball and let the voice of request after prayer ring out beside the long table:

"Dear Mr. Fool, please help me convey the message of requesting a meeting to the World. In order to reduce the probability of being tracked, he can just ask the Secret Puppet to show up to see me. I need to spend time talking in detail, no It’s time to take up too much free communication time at tomorrow’s ‘Tarot Session’…”

Mr. "Devil" is very cautious in some aspects. He doesn't even want others to know that he has communicated privately with "The World". What kind of difficult information did he get? Do you want to talk to me face to face?

But when it comes to privacy, Klein feels that there is no safer place than above the gray mist, so the Tarot Club is still his first choice.

After Klein thought for a moment, another vague scene appeared, with the black-robed "World" standing in the middle of the screen, bowing his head deeply and responding:

"Thank you, Mr. Fool. Please tell the Devil that there is no need to worry. We have a tarot meeting tomorrow and you can stay after the meeting. I hope this will put his mind at ease."

After casting this image into the crimson stars of "Devil", Klein's eyes returned to the table. The mottled copper-green cross was lying next to his hand.

This was an item sacrificed by "Magician" and "Judgement". They said they wanted to thank Mr. Fool for his long-term protection. Klein knew in his heart that this was because he had rescued these two people before when they encountered pollution. People, they always remember this very clearly, so they want to please the "Fool" with strange and extraordinary items.

Klein held the spiked cross and after a simple divination, he learned the corresponding effect:

It can purify the forces of corruption, filth, corrosion and other similar fields, allowing them to dissipate, including the mental pollution within extraordinary characteristics. However, such a powerful and pure purification ability will also act on the extraordinary person himself, allowing the characteristics of the long-term bearer to gradually precipitate.

In addition, this magical item also has the ability to activate spells such as "Sun Flame", which all belong to the demigod level of the "Sun" field.

It was confirmed again that this cross corresponds to the "Undark One" of the "Sun" sequence four, and the negative effect is also of extremely high value, and can even be used by people to help others separate extraordinary characteristics.

If "Sun" needs it at that time, it can be used as a Sequence Four characteristic and exchanged with the chief of Silver City.

However, if a secret puppet carries it, it will easily lose its extraordinary abilities, or it will constantly "praise the sun". Such things cannot stay in the real world...

Klein materialized a pen and paper and wrote down the divination sentence:

"The origin of this cross."

He knows that he is most likely seeking death, but now that Klein has been promoted to "Cunning Mage", the damage that the demigod can withstand must have been greatly enhanced, and he can mobilize the gray mist to deal with it. Even if there is a risk, he should be able to bear it, right?

Anyway, that's what Klein persuaded himself. He sighed and closed his eyes, calmed down, and repeated the sentences on the paper in a low voice.

The meditative state spreads deeper and turns into a vague and hazy dream.

It was pitch black outside the gray-white building. Even if there were creatures wandering inside, it would only make people think of monsters.

Suddenly a gap opened in the building, a white-skinned palm stretched out, and then a man wearing black clergy robes walked out of it.

The man's appearance was similar to the deep outlines of the people from the Northern Continent, but the roots of his black hair were light gold. The silver cross on his chest swayed from side to side as he stood up and moved forward.

After the man took two steps, his golden eyes were no longer confused and became firm.

There was a little compassion in his smile, and he raised his hand holding the cross.

In a cry of "let there be light", dazzling light rose from the deep valley, filling all the dark corners.

The world is bright.

Like an excessive splash screen, when the dazzling light covers everything and then fades away, the picture has moved to the next scene.

Drops of golden blood containing light and heat fell on the silver cross.

The figure composed of pure light raised his head, his gaze traveled through time and space, and landed on the gray mist.

The low voice appeared again: "Mysterious..."

Before Klein's consciousness shattered, he heard a slight buzzing.

The subsequent collapse was far less painful than he expected. When the blazing sun rose in the ancient palace, the hurricane almost destroyed half of the building. The flowing flames rushed through the space, and it would not take long for them to be connected. The other half is also destroyed.

Klein was still sitting in the seat of "The Fool". Blackened worms fell off one after another from the body with holes blown out, and there was nothing left in his empty eye sockets.

Facing the radiating sun, Klein just raised his right hand and simply made a fist.

The thick gray fog instantly covered the entire hall. As the gray fog dissipated, the light and flames disappeared, and the broken stone pillars and high-backed chairs returned to their positions. The place returned to its grand appearance before it collapsed.

Klein's head and body had returned to their original positions, and he blinked.

One last extra fragment remained in his mind, a key of laurel light.

key?