Lord of the Mysteries

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In the blushing but dim moonlight, Emlin pulled out a metal vial, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

Then, he seemed to have turned into a shadow, floating on the wall, and followed Russ Bartoli quickly and silently.

The blood family has always been known for its speed. The two barons ran in the dark alleys and on the edge of the dull streets. They spent more than half an hour in the chaotic eastern district and parked in front of an old apartment.

Seeing Rus Batori choose to climb the pipeline and go to the third floor in the least way. Emlin slowed down and didn't rush to lie behind each other because it was easy to find.

After careful consideration for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume bottle, unscrewed the lid, pressed down, and sprayed the liquid inside.

The role of this potion is only one, that is to eliminate the smell of itself, consistent with the surrounding!

Put the bottle in his hand, and Emlin took out a brass metal vial and slammed the liquid inside.

"The 'Potion Doctor' is really troublesome..." He groaned, looking down and seeing his hands one inch and one inch transparent, the brass metal vial seemed to float in front of the cuff.

When Emlins returned to the vial, there was only one formal dress, a top hat and a pair of unbuttoned and unbanded leather shoes. They formed a human figure and moved there.

Another fully transparent perfume bottle flew out, floated in the air, pressed by itself, and squirted the inner potion onto the clothing.

The outlines of the dresses, hats and shoes faded a little and eventually disappeared.

Emlin, who completed the "stealth", glanced at the room where Rus Batori entered, invisibly climbing the pipe and chasing it up at the extreme speed.

Licking the window ajar, he looked like a transparent cloud, and did not produce a slight movement into the room, hiding in the corner, looking at the thin but very tasteful Rus Batori looking for the target.

The brows of the latter gradually wrinkled, because it was empty, not to mention people, even mosquitoes that had been active in the last week.

And the **** baron can be sure that the "moon puppet" is here.

Suddenly, the sound of screaming sounded, breaking the quietness of solidification.

The door of the room followed, and a woman in a black dress slowly walked in and looked at Rus Batori, saying in a whisper:

"Who are you looking for..."

Emlin looked at the sound, only to see the skin color is deep, the eyebrows are slender, the contour lines are soft, and the corners of the mouth are drooping. It is the target Windsor.

However, in the eyes of Emlin, the "primitive moon" of the devout believer and her in the portrait has changed a certain degree. Now her eyes are bent, her eyebrows are bent, her mouth is bent, as if imitating the current The moon of blush.

And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her bare skin, all with dried hay and flowers, a cluster of clumps, a flower.

... Hey, what did Rus Bartoli sell to her? How can it become this look? Emlin was shocked and felt that the hair behind his neck had stood up.

At the same time, on the ground, walls, doorways and ceilings, a cluster of hay grows out, mixed with dry flowers.

They completely isolated this room from the outside world, creating a very strange scene.

Russ Bartoli smelled the danger, did not try to talk, did not hesitate to take out a metal vial and sipped the liquid inside.

Snapped!

He dropped the bottle, and the body dragged out the shadows and rushed to the changing Windsor.

Windsor, set with dry grass and dried flowers, is like a large rag doll, welcoming at the same speed, completely ignoring the injury and grabbing Lun Bartoli.

Hey!

After a series of collisions, Russ Bartoli flew out and slammed into the wall.

His sleeves have been torn off, and the scratches on the skin are visible on the skin.

And between the flesh and blood, the dried hay and flowers are slowly growing out!

It’s a monster... Emlin first encountered this enemy and kept shrinking in the corner, almost forgot to help.

He did not show up recklessly, and all kinds of thoughts in his mind flashed quickly, while observing the battle between Rus Batori and Windsor, and considering how to deal with such a situation.

The weirdest are the hay and flowers... the grass and the flowers... they should be afraid of fire! Emlin's heart moved, immediately gave up stealth, took out another metal vial, unscrewed the lid, and sipped it.

With a bang, he spewed out all the liquid in his mouth.

When the gray-red water droplets meet the air, they immediately deflagrate and extend a hot flame to the side.

The flames of the flames, the flames and the flames, instantly turned the room into a red ocean!

In the screaming voice, the dried grass and flowers are ignited one after another, and the companions are infected at a very fast speed.

In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was nearly destroyed, and the hay and dried flowers on Windsor began to burn.

At this time, Russ Bartoli had been dug a big hole in the chest and lost most of his combat power. He relied on the super-recovery ability of the blood family to maintain it.

Looking at the torch-like enemies, Emlin was keenly aware of the decline of the other's breath, and rushed to the past without hesitation, and even made a **** around Windsor.

The soles of his feet, the black air rising up, and the believers entangled in the original moon, are like the shackles of vitality.

Hey! Hey!

In the fierce and short-sounding voice, the two figures suddenly approached.

Everything disappeared, and Emlin grabbed Windsor's throat and lifted her up.

Hesitating for a second, seeing the other side squatting, he clicked and twisted the enemy's neck.

Snapped!

A slender, small puppet with dried grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor to the ground, and the flames in the room gradually subsided.

Emlin pulled off the head of Windsor's variability, turned his body, and looked at Russ Bartoli, who was breathing heavily, pressing his empty right hand on his chest, and laughing with a smile:

"Thank you for your help."

Seeing Rus Bartory became angry and unable to **** it, Emlin was very nice to make up two sentences:

"Remember to hand over the puppet and the extraordinary characteristics of the precipitation to the Master Nibes, they are very problematic."

After that, he was black and condensed, and he grew two illusory bat wings.

After a moment, the wings flapped, and Emlin turned and flew out of the window and fell to the dark alley nearby.

After stepping on the ground, he put away the condensed black gas and looked back.

Seeing that Ruth Bartoli didn't follow, Emlin sighed, clenched his fist against his mouth, coughing and whispering:

"I hate the flames and hate the smoke!"

He is about to stay away from the East, and his life is cold.

Emlin's spirit was tense, carrying Windsor's mutated head, turning slowly and looking into the shadow of the corner.

He first saw a small black shadow standing there, and then saw what the other person looked like:

The body is slender like a wooden stake, the eyes are bent into the moon, and the surface is inlaid with a lot of dry grass and dried flowers. It is the "moon puppet" in the previous room!

It wraps me up... What the **** is this... It’s still far from the residence of the adults of Nibes... It’s really dangerous outside... One idea emerges in Emlin’s mind, making his spine cool. The muscles are tight.

When the thoughts flashed, he suddenly became inspired, staring at the "moon puppet" and whispered in the ancient Hermes language:

"The fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious ruler above the fog;

"The king of yellow and black who is in good luck..."

............

"Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night!" Klein rolled over and sat down, slamming his forehead slightly.

He quickly left the bed, took four steps back, entered the fog, and sat in a position that was a "fool".

Emlin White, this guy? Klein glanced at him, confusingly spreading spirituality and touching the deep red star that represented the "moon."

He immediately saw Emlin, who was in a stiff posture, and saw the other side staring at a slender and puppet.

The puppets were covered with rich but illusory blushing moonlight, and they undulating like tides, creating connections with something in the sky.

At this time, the blushing moonlight was spreading silently, shrouded to Emlin White.

There is a problem... This puppet problem is not small... I saw more Klein with the fog and did not hesitate to let the "Poseidon Scepter" leave the debris pile and fly into his own hands.

The cyan gems at the top of the white bones are lit one after another, giving off a dazzling glow.

............

After mourning the name of Mr. Fool and asking for assistance, Emlin only felt that the blood of the low temperature was getting colder and colder, and gradually became a feeling of condensation.

This made him physically stiff and watched as the "moon puppet" walked over.

At this moment, the half-empty inside the alley was silver and white, dispelling all the gloom and darkness.

Snapped!

The lightning was twisted into a ball and fell on the moon puppet, drowning it in silver.

The light flashed away, and the strange puppet was blackened and lost in a decorative manner, and the blood in Emlin's body no longer frozen and returned to flow.

He quickly got rid of the stiff, knowing that Mr. Fool was still watching here, and he whispered:

"You need, no, what can I offer to you?"

He has always believed that Mr. Fool follows the rules of equal exchange, so he believes that the request for assistance has to pay a corresponding price.

After a brief silence, he saw the boundless fog and the vaguely visible figure, and heard the dignified voice of condescending:

"The puppet."

"Okay." Emlin went up two steps, bent over and picked up the puppet, then dealt with the scene and quickly left the Eastern District.

Klein returned to the real world after carefully discarding divination with paper angels.

When he was about to continue to sleep, he suddenly found the moonlight shining outside, such as blood.

Hey... Klein walked to the window with a puzzled look, looking out to the outside, only to see the curved moon, I don’t know when it has become round, red and bloody.

Another "blood moon".

............

"Blood moon"? Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and steadily walked into the Thunder Church in front of him, this is where he will report tomorrow.

In the center of the island, at the top of the towering peaks, there is a church called "The Storm", which is the headquarters of the Storm Church headquarters and the temple in the temple.

PS: Thanks to the silver league killer Zhong Rong large ~