Chapter 1012: The Remnants of Cartesia

The young man whispered and grabbed her palm directly, as if intending to drag her up from the ground.

But Evana didn't intend to stand up, she just stared in one direction.

She could feel a sense of impulsiveness that was not too strong, but not weak either.

This feeling is! ?

And Evana's performance also made the young man stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know why this girl who used to be very sharp and smart and often showed a better sense of crisis than him suddenly became stunned, but this kind of performance definitely there is any reason.

It was also at this moment that he also suddenly discovered that the direction of the sound, the obvious noise made by the strange tree-shaped monster that he and this girl had encountered several times when it moved, had disappeared.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt his hand being pulled, and he was dragged out——

"Go!"

The young man who subconsciously wanted to use his ability immediately stopped his action, and while running with the girl, he asked in a low voice:

"what happened?"

"I have no idea!"

Evana actually didn't know what happened, but she knew very well what the impulse was just now.

That impulsive feeling was too far away from meeting her.

When she was young, she only felt it when there were wounds on her parents and siblings, and blood flowed out.

And the most recent one.

What she didn't want to think about was the scene where the bodies of her parents and all her brothers and sisters lay across the house.

After that, she never felt that way again.

And now.

No matter what the source of this urge was, she didn't want to get close.

While running wildly, Evana also used her abilities.

"passersby"

Compared with other churches and other church teams' Extraordinary titles, their abilities are not offensive, but at this time, it doesn't seem like a bad choice.

Plus her blood—

She's not proud of her blue blood.

The power of the blood that is dubbed "the original sin of the old nobles" and "the blood of the blasphemer" by the church.

Unobservable by the naked eye, a dense spiritual mist emerged.

The figures of the two quickly disappeared into the mist.

At the moment when the two figures disappeared, a man chased them out from the other side of the alley.

Looking at the empty street, and then at the strange container in his hand, an angry look appeared on the man's face:

"Damn it!"

In his hand, he held a transparent, closed, small glass-like container, the size of a perfume bottle, and a scent bottle.

However, there was nothing inside.

In other words, from the perspective of a normal person, there is nothing.

After looking at the empty street for a while, the man turned around and headed back towards the alley.

When he crossed the street, a woman appeared in his vision.

The moment he saw the woman, the man's pupils shrank:

"Your Highness!"

The woman with red eyes glanced at him lightly:

"Have you found it? The remnants of Catesia."

The voice was extremely cold, without a trace of warmth.

Just hearing the sound, the man's body trembled involuntarily.

It's not because the other party is a Sequence 6 Extraordinary, and it's not as simple as because the other party is a "witch".

With the name of "Main Hosier", he will not reveal this kind of emotion that can be called fear just because of the difference in strength.

It was because the other party, this woman who was only a "good prospect" in the Meynhorser family, carried a power that made him instinctively feel fear.

He can't fight against the opponent, and any confrontational action is useless.

As long as he is alive, he will be restrained by the other party.

He didn't know why, but he trusted the feeling strangely.

The man chose to retreat, chose to obey.

But something unexpected happened to him——

A sharp pain came from his body.

His sanity quickly collapsed.

Visible to the naked eye, his face, his skin, burst open suddenly, and his body, as if melting, softened rapidly.

The surging blood flowed from the body, and the gradually collapsing will drove the rotten body to squirm.

A bloody monster that looked like some kind of reptile let out a roar.

However, the next moment, his will and self completely collapsed, and he rushed out like a real wild beast.

On the way of his attack, clusters of strange plants and flowers grew out of the body made of soft and rotten flesh.

"Go catch her and kill her."

"Catecia's remnants, none of them can be left behind."

With a pervasive hatred, the woman watched the monster that the man turned into after losing control run away with reddish eyes.

But at this moment, she was suddenly touched, and suddenly raised her head, looking up.

Immediately, in her field of vision, under the sky shrouded in blood, on the top of a small building with broken doors and windows, next to the chimney where no fireworks had been floating for an unknown amount of time, was suddenly shrouded in shadows, stained with unreal and hazy. color.

No, not right!

The woman's eyes turned again, passing one chimney after another, the iconic steeple on the club she was very familiar with, and the villa building next to it that should have been a symbol of the status of the rich.

Above a tall clock tower, in a sky without blood or gray moons, was a moving shadow.

Looking at the shadow, she felt as if she saw an extremely calm and dead sea filled with countless spirit corpses, as if she saw a boundless lake formed by solidified stream light

The same scene after another is intertwined and compounded, dead silent, illusory, and hazy.

and

Such a situation seems to be extremely far away from him.

Not physical distance.

Under the dim red sky, the shadow that emerged on the clock tower was like an afterimage cast by another time at this moment.

The strange and silent red and black, the hazy and illusory shadows and buildings are incorporated into her eyes,

A strange feeling stirred her thoughts.

When the reddish pupils dilated, she held it with her right hand, and a strange blood-colored flower appeared in her hand.

But at this moment, a voice sounded behind her:

"I'm looking for Miss Jacqueline from 'The Thorn Tree', is she there?"

An inexplicably familiar voice called her name.

The woman turned her head sharply.

In the field of vision, a person whose whole body is pitch-black, but whose outline can be vaguely seen, like a silhouette, is standing there quietly.

There seems to be a top hat on the head, and the unextended skirt indicates that the body is probably wearing a morning coat, but the most important thing is.

In the opponent's hand, there is a cane, and on his shoulder, there is a silhouette of a bird.

Such an image quickly corresponded to a person in her mind.

Diego Clauredo Fast.