The Master of the Strange Realm

This phrase composed of adjectives and nouns impacted his mind, and the memories of the past and present were intertwined, forming an inexplicable sense of absurdity.

The moon in that distant hometown is also described as yellow.

"Am I not in a strange world and is this all just a ridiculous dream?"

He believed that his expression at this moment must be terrifying.

"Could it be that this world is really just a dream of the ancient gods, and the memory of my hometown was actually arranged by the ancient gods?"

The bishop did not turn his head, so he did not notice Jenkins' abnormality.

"Or, in fact, at the moment of time travel, both Jenkins and Jenkins went crazy because of the octopus's eyes, and I am actually a lunatic?"

Everything about the moon and the world was impacting Jenkins. The spirit in his body was faintly restless, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the pillar beside him. When he touched his nose, blood actually flowed from his nostrils.

"No, I'm real."

He shook his head as if shuddering, and stood upright again before the bishop noticed:

“It doesn’t matter what color the moon is, or whether this place and that place is real.”

He emptied his head and looked up at the moon:

"Wherever I am, there is reality. I am true, everything I see is true, everything I do and hear is true, everything I say is true..."

He said to himself in his heart, and almost couldn't help but shout out.

A feeling of satisfaction appeared in his heart, the inexplicable thoughts disappeared, and he wanted to laugh at his strange thoughts just now.

The restless spirit calmed down, washing over the soul and body like a tide. The purple star in the sky shone even more dazzlingly.

The conversation with the bishop lasted only half an hour, and Jenkins returned to his room with the chocolates, which were unwilling to leave the flower garden.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed for a while without feeling any sleepiness. When he opened his eyes, he saw Chocolate lying on the windowsill looking at the strange red moon.

Tonight, it's red like blood.

"I really hope everything is okay."

Thinking of this, he summoned the light point of his ability and focused his energy on the [unknown road ahead], but there was no response.

I breathed a sigh of relief, that day it was pointed directly at the Son of Evil God. Jenkins guessed that this was to remind him that there was a divine presence in that direction.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, resting his head on his left hand, stretching his right hand towards the sky, and summoned the silver-blue starlight ball with a thought.

It floated quietly in the palm of his hand for a few seconds. Jenkins' expression was very calm, admiring the wonderful color.

The next second, it was like a steam bomb exploding in the palm of my hand. The silver-blue light instantly dispersed in all directions, and then gathered together again and began to shake violently.

"Hmm? The omniscient mirror is in the church?"

Jenkins sat up from the bed immediately, looking at the shaking ball in his hand with surprise.

He tried walking around the room and found that the shaking was strongest in the east-south direction.

"In this direction?"

The commission from Star Spirit Rakul was of course the most important thing. He stuck his head out of the window and saw that there was no one outside. He turned around and picked up the metal block that sealed the new divinity. He activated the cat's graceful ability and climbed to the building. on the external steam pipe. With his back facing the blood-red moonlight, he closed the window, jumped up suddenly, jumped to the leafless tree next to him, and then returned to the ground along the trunk of the tree.

He greeted the chocolate and climbed onto his shoulder, raised his right hand and walked toward the southeast, but until he reached the back door of the church, it was still shaking, and it could be clearly felt that the shaking frequency was weakening, which meant that the mirror was moving away from where Jenkins was. Location.

"Go and take a look, the mirror is important, and I will turn back if there is danger!"

He made up his mind, opened the Eye of Truth to identify the positions of the guards around the church, then climbed to the top of the large library in a large circle, summoned the black mist to cover himself, and ran out in a few steps.

The extraordinary guardian power here is the weakest, and the gap in the blind area of ​​the guard is only a few seconds. Although it was dangerous, fortunately, Jenkins landed silently, and then slid into the alley next to the ground in a very inelegant posture.

When he reappeared, he was a fat middle-aged man with a tabby cat.

He held the starlight ball in his right hand and kept walking through the city. The target holding the mirror should be moving quickly, which forces Jenkins to pay attention to the direction at all times, otherwise he will lose the target if he is not careful.

He crossed half the city and after crossing the bridge even stopped for a few minutes on a freighter docked on the shore to avoid a group of scurrying night watchmen.

The red night made people feel a little frightened. Jenkins bent over and held on to the low wall to stop behind the mailbox at the intersection. Now the starlight ball in the palm of his hand is shaking at an unprecedented speed, which proves that it is very close to the target.

He stopped in place and opened another vision, and at the same time called out the monocle. Near the edge of his vision, he saw a level 7 benefactor, a mirror-shaped aura and the auras of several other special items. .

According to the information provided by the star spirit Rakul, the omniscient mirror numbered B-04-4-4444 should belong to category B [extraordinary], but what Jenkins saw was a mixture of black, red and yellow auras.

He had never seen such a complicated color combination before, and he became even more vigilant.

There are dozens of humanoid creatures in the vicinity of the mirror holder, and in Jenkins' eyes, their bodies are all blue.

"Blue alien, this light is... infected humans? Could it be that the seventh-level gifter is a vampire? The mirror is in his hand?"

He guessed in his heart, took a step back and hid his body deeper in the shadow, because he also saw the gifters of the Orthodox Church a few blocks away.

There is obviously a complete combat team to the east, but Jenkins can't know which great one they belong to; the southeast must be the scribes of the Sage Church, because Jenkins saw the light spot representing Captain Binsi; the team in the northeast has the largest number of people, in addition to the local church personnel, it actually includes two other groups that Jenkins has seen.

One group is the gifters of the [Church of Creation and Machinery] who went to Nolan City to investigate the cause of the damage to the gift clock, and the other two are the knights of the Church of Justice who met in the story.

"What a coincidence, how come they are all nearby?"

Chapter 546 Chapter 537 Bloody Mystery Lock

Jenkins did not plan to move in any direction now. After all, the gifter suspected of being a vampire was actually level 7, and he was not arrogant enough; and meeting with the church forces would expose his identity, which was obviously unwise.

At least for now, his plan was to see if the church could successfully capture the vampire and his servants.

Step by step, he retreated backwards, trying to find a better position to wait. But before he retreated to the intersection, his back seemed to hit some soft barrier.

He was startled and shivered. He turned his head in confusion, only to see that the street behind him had disappeared, and only thick white smoke could be seen.

The smoke blocked the intersection of the street like a substance, and even with a monocle, he could not see the scene behind the white fog clearly. This means that the white fog in front of him is not fog at all.

"Is this... a maze?"

He thought blankly, then suddenly looked up, and the yellow aura of the spell spread across the sky.

Having seen and participated in Miss Miller's mathematical maze, he was very sure that it was indeed a maze. But it was definitely not the work of the Orthodox Church. According to Jenkins' understanding, there was no one in the Nolan Parish who mastered this extremely rare ability.

"That level 7 vampire? But how is that possible? Miss Miller spent two years turning her residence into a maze base. Now the maze I'm in covers at least 5 blocks."

Thinking of this, he looked up again as if he had realized something, looking at the blood-red moon. He couldn't help but frown.

"No way, is the appearance of the lunar eclipse not a coincidence, but for the maze ritual?"

He thought incredulously, patted Chocolate's head to let it crawl into his coat from the collar, and then looked at the deserted street sprinkled with red light.

The winter wind was cold and the lonely streets seemed extremely empty. The man looked at everything in front of him with a stern face. He knew that even if it seemed that there was nothing, the characteristics of the maze determined that there were traps everywhere.

The reason for opening the maze was not that Mr. Writer exposed his tracks, but that the Orthodox Church team in the southeast had a battle with the creature holding the mirror. For some reason, the latter did not fight with them, but quickly moved away after the fight.

Soon, he came to the edge of the maze, and the fighting team blocked by the maze had a fight with the dozen servants, and only one rushed straight towards Jenkins.

It was as if he knew he was standing here.

Boren Higgins was originally a small shop owner in the south of Nolan City. Like most people living in this city, he liked a peaceful life and longed for a better life.

Everything changed on that crazy afternoon last fall. Mr. Higgins, who drove a carriage to deliver goods back to the city, kindly agreed to the request of the hitchhiker, and then discovered the deepest secret of the world.

He knew that he was no longer a human being, and he also knew that the people he had killed would definitely not forgive him. But what does it matter? He just wants to live. He knows he is wrong, but he does not want to die.

"The adult's maze has been opened."

Higgins noticed this faster than his other companions.

There were doubts in the action tonight, and the experience of the small shop owner made him more sensitive. When he found that the adult chose to leave instead of fighting, he knew that something was wrong.

"Are we used as bait?"

Because of this sensitivity, he miraculously escaped the eyes of the church law enforcers and rushed straight to the edge of the maze.

"I will definitely survive."

His life is so simple, just living.

The white fog representing the boundary of the maze can be seen at the intersection in front. Although no one can leave before the adult removes the maze, at least they can find a safe place to hide first.

"The shadow behind this mailbox looks good."

On such an empty street, the mailbox standing quietly at the intersection is particularly conspicuous. Higgins moved there quickly, but his instinct reminded him that something was wrong.

He subconsciously stopped, and at this moment, a dagger flew out from behind the mailbox.

The speed was not fast, and losing the human identity was not only bad. Higgins quickly grabbed the dagger in his hand and threw it aside. He raised his right hand, and the irregular diamond-shaped blood crystal formed in his palm.

"Who?"

He noticed the pair of boots exposed outside, and at the same time, the fat man with the cat also came out from behind the mailbox.

The blood crystal was rippling with red luster, and the blood mist spread from the palm of his hand with a shake of his right hand, covering his vision. But Higgins' eyes can easily see through this layer of blood mist, which is also his most proud ability.

But in the next moment, black mist also floated from another direction, mixed with the red mist to form an indescribable color.

Higgins was stunned, but it didn't matter. Although the sight of both parties was blocked, he could still rely on his sensitivity to blood to judge the position of the other party.

"Not moving, are you also looking for me?"

He thought in his heart, and the blood crystal he was holding quickly deformed and extended, turning into a blood-red spear.

His right leg retreated a step, and then he threw the spear out with a low shout. The extraordinary power formed an energy envelope on the gun body, which ensured that the person hit would be immediately sucked of all the blood in the body.

A dazzling silver light flashed in the depths of the red and black mist, and then a piece of silver light flew out on the opposite trajectory of the blood gun.

Higgins took another step back, sensing his weapon. He only heard the whistling wind from his left ear, and the dagger that had just been thrown flew up again, cutting off his entire left ear.

He turned around and was about to escape without caring about screaming, and the fat man seemed to have seen through his actions and rushed out at this moment by coincidence.

The strange orange-yellow flame burned in his hand. Higgins turned around and opened his mouth, biting his tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the blood quickly changed from liquid to solid in the air, and then it cut through the night sky like an arrow, but was easily avoided by the fat man.

His body was softer than this kind of figure, and the twisting of his waist when he dodged sideways made people wonder if it was broken there.

Higgins couldn't think, the fat man's hand was already on his shoulder. The flame seemed to penetrate into his body through his pores, and his right arm and half of his body were in so much pain that he couldn't move. But due to the rapid regeneration characteristics of the vampire species, he was not dead yet.

"I think you should understand that if I want to kill you, you will definitely not survive."

Chapter 547 Chapter 538 The Man Bathing in Moonlight

Even when threatening, the fat man's voice was still low and magnetic. His right hand, burning with flames, clasped Higgins's shoulder, and his left hand, wrapped in a silver light band, pressed on Higgins's head.

Higgins swallowed his saliva, and he could feel that the man's left hand was more terrifying than his right hand.

"I feel your power... What do you want to know?"

"Come here."

Jenkins pulled him from the middle of the street to the side of the street and asked in a low voice:

"How do you crack this maze?"

"Use blood. All the traps in this maze need to be cracked with blood. In this way, the lord weakens his opponent and strengthens his own power at the same time."

He didn't mind his superiors betraying him, just like he didn't mind killing innocent people in order to survive.

A faint thread connected today's events, and Jenkins seemed to understand:

"The lunar eclipse tonight was caused by the vampires, and they exposed their tracks deliberately. The ultimate goal is to activate the maze to absorb power?"

Thinking this way, everything that happened tonight has an explanation.

"Who is the 'master'?"

He asked again.

"I think you should also know the pure-blooded vampires. The master is one of them, and its full name is Baidevelt Linksberg."

"Does he hold a mirror?"

"Huh?"

Higgins was stunned, and then realized that the man in front of him came for this thing:

"Yes, I think so, he often holds that mirror and talks to himself. But I won't tell you its function now. I think, after telling everything, I will be useless."

This is the cunning unique to small businessmen.

"It makes sense."

Jenkins nodded, flicked his left hand and threw the silver light into Higgins's head.