The Master of the Strange Realm

"Okay, that's all."

She clenched her fists to encourage herself, and then knelt down on the soft carpet. He opened the mattress at the foot of the bed and took out a small box, took out the ritual chalk, and drew a ceremonial circle on the expensive carpet crookedly. He cut his slender fingers as white as lotus roots with a knife, frowned and drew the holy symbol of God on the palm of his other hand.

Later, a small piece of translucent metal was taken out as a sacrifice. This was an extremely rare extraordinary metal - star gold.

"Praying to you, great [wonderful music]! I beg you, please help me not to be peeped by evil!"

She knelt on the ground with one knee and pressed her forehead with the palm painted with the holy symbol in blood, while the sacrificial metal disappeared bit by bit. The soft gaze came down from the sky above, and an inexplicable melody even appeared in his ears.

She waited quietly and motionless. When the huge, substantial gaze completely enveloped her, she felt the pressure of a heavy object on her shoulders.

Turning his head slightly, he saw a large gray-green centipede-like reptile twisting its body and stopping on the clothes. It was obviously very frightened, and it flinched and tried to move down from its shoulders, but in the end it could only tremble in the distance.

This is not a completely physical creature, otherwise Hathaway would have touched it long ago. But no matter what it is, under the gaze of the great god, it can only turn into powder bit by bit and disappear completely.

After the ceremony, Hathaway wiped away the marks on the carpet and fell on her bed with a confused look on her face.

She had no idea who was watching her, nor did she know who she had provoked recently. Since major accidents have occurred frequently in Nolan City since this month, she did not even dare to have any contact with the strange Gifter.

Whether it was the spectacle that half of the continent could see on October 31st, or the strange plague a few days ago, the extraordinary people in this city decided to retreat for a while, at least until the Righteous God Church Catch the culprit.

"It's not like I haven't seen strangers before."

She turned over on her bed and stared at the curtains covering the window in the dark bedroom:

"Recently, someone was selling [Witch's Kiss] in the city. The medicine vendor was also a benefactor, but his level was very low, but we didn't have any grudges. Could it be because I kept the price too low? But at 100 pounds a bottle, It should be enough..."

Jenkins would go crazy if he knew someone was acting as a middleman and making such huge profits.

Ever since I got rid of the disgusting reptile with the help of the gods on Monday night, the feeling of being watched has never occurred again. Although he was still vigilant, nothing unusual happened around him.

On Wednesday night, at the invitation of a friend she hadn't seen for a long time, the red-haired girl attended a small party outside the city. After the party, he declined the invitation to stay overnight in the manor and hurried to the city in a carriage.

She had some pressing matters to attend to tonight. A special plant planted in the garden of her residence on the west bank of the Westminster River was supposed to bloom around midnight. She has been looking forward to it for a long time. This involves learning a new ability, so she cannot be careless at all.

The avenues in the city were as dim as the lanes outside the city, except for the restless and boring sound of horse hooves and wheels. She leaned against the window boredly and looked at the street scene, thinking of the news in yesterday's morning newspaper. Nolan City was also going to install street lights in the dock area and the main streets in the city.

"This should be considered a good thing. Traveling at night will be safer in the future..."

Before the thoughts about night safety were over, the carriage jolted strangely, and then the unusual neighing of the horses was heard.

She hurriedly snapped her fingers into the air, as if the air had formed a cannonball, shattering the outer wall of the carriage with a bang.

But there was nothing outside, only the dead horse and the dead coachman. The cause of their death can be easily deduced because blood is still spurting out from the large wound on the driver's neck.

Hathaway's face darkened. Because of Miss Michael, she had always been opposed to involving ordinary people in the grudges of the Giver.

He stood vigilantly in the compartment of the carriage and stared at the surroundings. A silver bracelet and a small golden bell were exposed on his lowered left wrist.

The silver thread was trembling slightly, as if someone invisible was fiddling with it. A sound like a violin came from there, and the music played was thrilling and unsettling.

Since these silver threads absorbed B-10-5-7722, the right music for the right occasion, it has all the abilities of the absorbed person - which shows that the two are very compatible. Hathaway also gradually discovered that she could clearly tell whether she was in a dangerous situation based on the melody of the music, and she could judge the distance of danger based on the volume of the sound.

The music at this point indicates that danger is very close.

Due to her sensitivity to sound, Hathaway subconsciously dodged to one side, and with the sacrifice of the surviving half of the car, a glowing red fist struck.

There was another loud bang, and the fist hit a transparent film on the red-haired woman's body. She used this force to fall out of the car. The sound of breaking soap bubbles meant that the protective shield was temporarily unusable.

Standing in the moonlight confronting Hathaway was a bald man like an iron tower. His appearance was extremely vicious. It would be normal for him to be questioned by the police even if he was walking on the street.

"I first need to make sure, is it really me you are looking for?"

PS: I shouldn’t need to explain why Hathaway and Jenkins use slightly different prayer rituals, right? The beliefs are different, and the ritual habits of the grantors are also different, that's it.

Chapter 459 Chapter 453 The Rider Appears

The cold winter wind howled on the street. Amidst the sound of the wind, Hathaway asked coldly. She still didn't know which group of forces she had offended.

"In January this year, were you included in the collection of items from the Parox ruins?"

The man also raised his own questions.

"Yes, but the collection was divided among 13 people."

"Yes, those people were killed by me. They didn't have what I needed."

Even after saying such cruel words, the burly man still had a smile on his face.

Hathaway finally understood what happened to her during this period. Most of the items and information she obtained during that ruins exploration had been traded, and all that was left in her hands was the gold on her wrist. bell.

But it was clearly not this, because the man noticed it but showed no expression of interest.

"Whatever you need, maybe we can solve it in a peaceful way."

She wasn't sure if she could win, so she decided to be more cautious.

"I need the stone slab inlaid right under the Hydra statue. Don't tell me, you didn't take it."

"But it was broken, and when I reached out and touched it, it broke."

The truth is that Hathaway never got that thing, even though it seemed worth a lot of money.

But the man obviously didn't believe it. He didn't speak anymore, but suddenly waved his fist. The two of them were not far apart at this time, but the hand actually stretched out as if it was squeezed by soft clay. Hathaway didn't expect this, so she could only think hurriedly and avoid it again.

While dodging, the silver bracelet played the tune of "Lenpa" in conjunction with the incantation, but the man's actions did not stop at all.

"Oops."

Hathaway knew that tonight was going to be bad, so she became cruel and waved her wrist fiercely. The crisp sound of the golden bell knocked both of them down in an instant, but Hathaway adapted faster and rushed towards the carriage with a single step.

"it's useless!"

The man climbed up immediately and stretched out his fist again towards the woman's back. Hathaway twisted her body at a weird angle, and the rapier she just grabbed in her hand shone bright white against the moonlight.

"Ha~"

She shouted low, and struck down with the sword blade against her fist. Of course, a physical fist could not withstand this special weapon. The fist was almost split in half between the ring finger and the index finger.

The man endured the pain and immediately retracted his fist, looking at the woman standing high up raising the sword again:

"I miscalculated. I didn't expect you to have such a rare weapon-type numbered item. But it's useless..."

His right foot stamped on the ground violently, and his body rose two feet out of thin air. The giant's rough hand collided with the white light that struck again, making a sound like gold and stone colliding.

He actually held the blade!

"You are giant-Salman!"

Hathaway finally recognized the murderer who was famous on the wanted list.

"Now that you recognize me, I can't let you live anymore! Hahaha~"

He laughed wildly and increased the strength in his hands, trying to pull Hathaway over. The woman reluctantly gave up her weapon and shouted loudly while retreating:

"May God bless me!"

The silver bracelet scattered into threads, automatically swimming along the arm like a snake. Several threads connected the shoulder and left arm, opening like strings.

Qiang~

Although the tremolo is not loud, it is extremely harsh. Every time Hathaway plucked the strings, Salman felt his heart pause uncontrollably.

"it's useless!"

Even though blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he still stood there, "Since you know me, you should also know that all my abilities are red fighting abilities. You can't even imagine how powerful my physical body is."

As he spoke, he raised his feet and approached the carriage, and Hathaway hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, broke the root of the high-heeled shoes with a hard knock, and then moved to the alley beside. She originally planned to use music to impede the enemy's progress while trying to find a way to escape, but she didn't expect that the man would be affected much less than she imagined.

The alley is about to come to an end, and the road ahead can be seen in the distance.

The huge fist blasted away the icy air again, but this time Hathaway had no way to avoid it. She could only jump to one side according to the sound of the air breaking behind her, but she was still hit by the fist, and her whole body was carried by the huge force to the entrance of the alley.

He held on to the ground and tried to get up again, but he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"Is it broken?"

The cold ground irritated the skin of my palms, and I reluctantly sat up straight, leaning against the wall of the alley exit.

She smiled miserably: "I thought I would die, but I didn't expect it to be like this."

"If you tell me the whereabouts of that stone slab now, I might let you go this time. To be honest, I rarely kill women."

The tower-like man walked out from the depths of the alley. His height had returned to its original appearance, but his skin was showing an extremely unnatural red color.

"Do you believe these words yourself?"

Hathaway sarcastically said weakly. From the corner of her eye, she saw that her silver thread was scattered all over the floor, and she was probably unable to use it.

"I hope you can understand..."

He stopped talking because another strange sound came from the alley behind him.

The sound was very regular, and it was getting closer to the alley. There are no lights in the alley, and the shadows of the buildings prevent the moonlight from illuminating it. A red light spot appeared out of the darkness, and then the light spot got closer and bigger.

It was a man with red flames all over his body, riding on a skeletal horse. The blazing flames enveloped the horse and rider. The rider emerged from the darkness little by little, with a smile on his young and handsome face. He took off his hat with flaming hands and greeted the lady:

"Long time no see, Hathaway."

Jenkins is riding on his own horse. Although he appears to be very proficient, he actually does not know how to ride a horse. This spiritual horse has always acted on its own.

He said hello, then looked at the standing man and raised his eyebrows.

"How do you want to die?"

"Ha~"

Still using the same routine, the right fist hit Jenkins with great force. He leaned down on the horse's back, shook the reins suddenly, and the horse automatically led him towards the man.

It nimbly dodged its fist and hit Salman with huge wind pressure, but Salman's left hand forcefully grabbed the bones of the horse's neck.

Seeing that the flames on the horse's hooves did not even ignite the old newspapers on the ground, he was confident that his physical body was not afraid of such superficial flames.

Chapter 460 Chapter 454 Chocolate Nightlife

"What gives you confidence, young man? This face of yours is really annoying!"

The man laughed loudly and retracted his flying right fist, preparing to beat the head of the impulsive young man who tried to heroically save the beauty to pulp, but this was the last move.

More turbulent bright yellow flames erupted from Jenkins' body, then flowed with the help of the skeletal horse and burned Salman's left hand.

He hurriedly stepped back, but the flames quickly enveloped his entire body. I thought it was just an ordinary flame, but no matter how hard I rolled on the ground, I couldn't extinguish it.

Before he almost lost consciousness due to severe pain, he used his last strength to grab Hathaway who was leaning against the wall. But unfortunately, the eternal flame did not harm her.

After a long time, there was only a blackened human-shaped mark left on the ground. The flames crawled along the ground toward the horse's hooves, then backtracked to Jenkins.

The woman raised her head blankly and looked at the man who was riding a skeletal horse and was wrapped in flames.

"It would be more fun if I could turn my own head into a skull."

"I know you are referring to the Undead Knights of the Church of Death and the End of the World...ahem..."

Halfway through her words, she covered her chest in pain. Jenkins immediately flipped awkwardly from his horse, squatted next to the woman and stretched out his right hand.

The dense green smoke quickly overflowed from Jenkins' palm, slowly but effectively seeping into the red-haired lady's body.

"I don't think you know how to ride a horse..."

She pointed this out weakly, after all, the action of dismounting just now was really indecent.

"Ha~ I can learn from it later."

He defended in a low voice, and then added: "The steam train I took was delayed, and I just arrived in Nolan City. I didn't find the carriage. I originally planned to try my luck in the neighborhood over there, but I didn't expect that when I passed by the alley at the intersection , I just happened to see the carriage and the horse corpse..."

The truth is that he saw the rapier he sold to Miss Bai Ling being thrown on the street. After opening his eyes, he quickly found the two people chasing each other one after another, and also heard some conversations. Therefore, the idea of ​​using fire to restrain the physical body's recovery ability came about.

"feel better now?"

He retracted his hand that grabbed Hathaway's left arm and asked: "The noise here is a bit too much. If it gets better, we will leave quickly. Oh, I have packed all the things in the carriage and tied them to my horse. . Of course, I hope you can go to the coachman’s house and send some money to his family, otherwise they may not be able to survive this winter.”

"I feel better......"

The woman answered softly, took Jenkins' extended hand and stood up with support. She wanted to say something more, but Jenkins had climbed back onto the horse in a funny gesture. Due to the awkward and irregular mounting movement, the chocolate on the chest was squeezed, so the cat was ready to express its dissatisfaction through action.

"Come on, the police gentlemen should be here soon!"

Jenkins shouted again, and Hathaway came to her senses and walked towards the skeletal horse. And until many years later, she still could not forget that night riding a horse through the city with a man.

Of course, such behavior is quite dangerous, but fortunately no one saw this scene.