Lord of the Mysteries

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Audrey, who had already agreed with Hugh and Fols on an emergency contact, quickly passed the Golden Retriever Susie and used the message of Mr. Fool as a message that he learned from another channel and conveyed it to the two ladies.

In the corner of an old church, Hugh thought about how to confirm the identity of Lalhous, how to create chaos, seize the opportunity to avenge Williams, and launched a paper group.

... no need to confirm, is that Llanus? Hugh’s eyes were huge and hurriedly swept through the rest of the content. I saw that the paper clearly stated:

"Can only be notified to the Church of the Night God."

“Remind them that Lalhous has the deity of the ‘real creator’.”

"Divinity? The deity of the ‘real creator'?” Hughed out, looking at the golden retriever dog who was responsible for sending the letter in front of him, and found that the other side was also a slap in the face.

"What?" Fols listened and listened. Suddenly he felt that something was wrong. He took the paper and quickly read it.

After a moment, she licked her lips and said that she should still laugh:

"This... is this a joke?"

"How do we blend into the events concerning the divine **** about divinity?"

This is just a swindler who is worth £200!

For Forth's question, Su Shi can only use innocent eyes to express that I am just a dog, and I don't know what it means.

Fols did not expect a dog to answer his doubts. She said to her side:

"Miss Audrey is probably not as innocent and simple as we think. She has a lot of secrets."

"This may be a game between the nobility and the church, and the cult organization."

"However, it can be clearly seen that she did not know about divinity before, and she was also used by people. Um... the person who used her may be her father, Count Earl."

"Fortunately, when things stop here, you don't have to take any more risks. After you have someone to report, you can feel rewarded with peace of mind."

Relaxed and said:

"Yes……"

"Hope, I hope that the night can help Williams revenge, they are so strong, sure, yes..."

When the voice did not fall, she suddenly turned her head and looked to the side, as if she said to herself:

"I am still too weak."

"too weak……"

Raised his hand and grabbed his mouth and nose.

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

I am still too weak... Otherwise I will choose to revenge by myself, but now I can only retreat to the next level...not mentioning the "giants" and the hidden helpers around Llanus, just getting the "divine" He, I shouldn’t be able to deal with it... As long as I receive the information, the speed of the night’s reaction, I should start tonight. The Beckland Parish is second only to the headquarters of the church. There are many seals and many strong ones. No need to wait for extra helpers... Klein, who has finished the matter, returns to the real world, puts a beard, changes his haircut, and spends a few minutes in front of the mirror.

He has some expectations, some excitement, and some embarrassment and powerlessness.

Before the evening, he left the Craig Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he went to the grocery market and randomly found a very busy and busy stall. He bought a few masks, including a clown.

He decided to go to the side to watch the action of rounding up Llanus tonight!

He has to look at each other and pay for the madness of the past!

Of course, with his strength, he can only look far and far, and he has no right to approach.

Wait until 11 o'clock, and when many people have entered the dream, Klein put on a gray-blue worker's uniform and camouflaged like last night. Then he put on a cap, went around a few streets, took a rental carriage, and went to Baekeland. Deqiao area.

When he got there, he changed to walk and arrived at the East Byron Dock.

In his interview question yesterday, he included questions such as “Where he lives now” and “How is the surrounding environment?” Therefore, he is very clear that Lalhous night will be in the dormitory provided by the Dock Workers Association.

However, Klein did not get close to it, cautiously circumvented, targeting the clock tower of the East Byron Dock.

——In Beckland, in addition to large churches with towering landmark clock towers, many government buildings will be supplemented with one, not necessarily too high, not necessarily magnificent, not necessarily gorgeous, practical, such as Dongbailang This dock.

Compared to the surrounding three-story building, it is like a giant, towering into the night, overlooking this area.

Klein easily plunged into the interior of the clock tower, flying along the spiraling up the endless stairs, flying fast in the darkness.

Finally, he came to his destination and came over the huge wall clock, surrounded by a deep yellow fence with a pointed top that he could reach.

In the first few steps, Klein hid in the shadows, recognizing the position and looking at the dormitory of the dock union.

It was a brick-and-red two-story building, and the pedestrians who passed by occasionally were close to the black spots in Kline’s eyes.

He gazed for a few seconds, stepped back and became more involved in the darkness.

At the same time, he took out the newly bought mask and put it on his face.

This is a clown with a high-pitched mouth and a red oil on his nose.

Happy clown.

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

Klein was wearing a clown mask like this, standing in the darkness of the darkness, waiting patiently for the scheduled play.

This is two hours.

When the pointer of the large wall clock below crossed the 1st point, he suddenly saw the same thing flying in the distance.

It was a huge airship with a dark black finish!

If it is not a meager moonlight, it will be difficult to distinguish from the night. It does not exaggerate the mechanical roar as described in newspapers and magazines. Its blades are quietly rotating, and the whole is as quiet as a discovery. The vultures that have prey but have not found a chance.

The sturdy and lightweight alloy propped up the skeleton of the cotton cloth, and the box with the organic muzzle, the throwing mouth and the muzzle hanging from below was full of deterrence.

No sound... Is this a temporary treatment with extraordinary means? Klein, wearing a clown mask, looked at the slow-moving airship and had some guesses in his heart.

At this moment, his biggest misunderstanding is that small-scale extraordinary battles in densely populated areas of the city have sent airships!

Are you not afraid of accidentally injuring people around you? Not afraid of causing panic?

Soon, the airship was suspended in the air for about 10 meters, so that Klein would not even have to worry about being discovered. His position is much higher than this!

Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a guess that most of the airships would not go into battle, but instead monitored the scene in a hollow manner, providing a better perspective for the operators, preventing accidents and targets. Escape.

At this time, there were three black windbreakers in front of the two-story brick red building.

The head of the person did not wear a hat, and had a short, shaved golden brown hair, and the dark green eyes were as deep as a lake without wind and light.

The neckline of his shirt and trench coat was high and the palms were covered with a pair of bright red **** gloves!

A suitcase made of silver-white metal is wrapped around his left hand through a chain of the same color.

This is one of the nine senior deacons of the Night Goddess Church, one of the nine senior deacons, and he is also one of the Big Three of the "Red Gloves" team, this time just in Beckland.

Sesima looked at the front and turned his head to the left hand:

"Use the seal '1 - 63'."

"Yes, Lord Sesima." The night singer squatted down and helped Sesima untie the chain wrapped around the silver suitcase.

Throughout the process, Cresce Sesima's muscles were very tight and seemed to be fighting against something.

The night of the left value silently took a breath and slammed it down, letting the surface of the silver box crack open with illusory ripples.

The light around it disappeared, and it seemed that all of them were sucked into the box. A bone sword less than one meter exudes a moist, pure white light that slowly floats.

Its sword is holding a quaint silver-plated mirror.

The scenes reflected in the mirror, one after another, are constantly superimposed, without end.

The night of the left value picks up the mirror and aligns it to the brick red building.

The small building was clearly reflected, and everything seemed to have not changed.

Sesima slowly vomited, extended his left hand and held the bone sword less than a metre.

The surrounding light is restored.

"Let's go in." He stepped forward and approached the entrance to the brick red building.

The three nights open the door and enter the gloomy house, pointing to the stairs leading to the second floor.

Just then, a tall but thin figure appeared in the shadow of the corner, wearing a black priest's suit with pale yellow wavy hair and wild beast-like dark brown eyes.

"You are the sword of the goddess?" The "giant" approaching two meters is a low opening.

At the same time, his right palm suddenly gripped.

boom! boom! boom!

The trade unionists in the brick red building blasted one by one in their sleep, and even the screams did not come out.

Their bodies are divided into thick and thick flesh and blood, and half of them flock to the "giants", to be woven into a cloak that can resist the damage of the spells, and half of the giant carpet that condenses the growth of the hair, covering the three nights.

Crestel Sesimma just watched quietly and did nothing.

Silently, those flesh and blood dissipated, collapsed, fell like rain, but did not dye the red floor.

In each room, a group of people reappeared and still sleeping.

"This is the world in the mirror. It is only for the extraordinary world of the mirror. The flesh-and-blood bombs that you presuppose in the bodies of ordinary people are illusory here." Sesima gave the sacred bones to the right hand. It’s raised, and there’s no light around it.

"Hey!" "Giant" suddenly grabbed his left shoulder with his right palm, violently tore the entire arm, and then dropped the blood to the front!

Bang!

His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a **** sky full of three nights.

At the same time, his left shoulder fracture, flesh and blood began to creep, slowly growing a new arm, there is no **** arm of the skin.

Hey!

Nourish!

Those **** raindrops accurately avoided Sesima and others, and fell to the floor, which quickly eroded deep and dark traces.

But no matter how hard they work, they are always the same as the three-nighter, just like the fate.

"My enemies are often not lucky enough." Sesima's mouth was slightly tilted, and his footsteps slipped, and he flashed into the front of the "giant".

"Giant" eyes condensed, the body suddenly melted like a candle, turned into thick flesh and blood, quickly penetrated into the floor.

Sesima turned his knees on the ground and inserted the sacred bone sword in his hand into the ground.

"Do not!"

In the rich darkness, a roar of sensation of pain and fear suddenly erupted, and was immediately swallowed up by tranquility and calmness.

Sesima stood up straight, took out the bone sword, saw a drop of dark red blood falling slowly at the tip of it, and above the floor, the flesh and blood smashed out and solidified into a desperate face, which was slightly sagging in the corner of the mouth. "giant".

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

There were three shadows in the body of Sesima, but they all fell inexplicably, and many invisible things were forcibly stumbled!

boom! boom! boom! Another night-timer fired, and the silver bullet appeared to be engraved with the night emblem.

The three attackers who were hiding in the shadows and wanted to assassinate showed their stature and twitched and lost their breath.

"The Bishop of Rose", the "Hidden Monk"...the person of the Aurora." Sesima frowned and didn't turn to the companion's low-pitched voice. "This is a bit wrong, it's weird, you have to be careful."

His voice did not fall, he heard the footsteps of the sly, echoing the footsteps of peace and silence.

Immediately, he saw a linen shirt, and his face was sharp and angular, and Llanus walked down the dim stairs. His expression was indifferent and calm, without a little fear.

"I am very puzzled. For the Aurora, you should be the best. Why do they send someone to protect you?" Sesima did not seem to be surprised to ask.

Llanus reveals a signature mocking smile:

"this is very simple."

"Because I am no longer pure Llanus."

He paused and his eyes suddenly became cold:

"I am even more, ‘real creator’!”

He hurriedly opened his own linen shirt, revealing some dark red flesh without skin on his chest and abdomen.

These flesh and blood are connected together to form a silhouette that is hanging upside down!

Between the crashes, the surrounding glass was broken, and all the scenes collapsed.

This is the breath of the gods.

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