Chapter 452 The Storm in the Silk Mesh

Material world, sea area southeast of Arabella.

A man wearing a smiling face mask gently moved the mask on his face.

The smiling face turned into a crying face, and the man's figure disappeared directly in front of the mirror.

Phantom World, southeast of Arabella.

Quite different from other regions, in Arabella's Phantom Realm, most of the regions are quite regular.

Except for the lower city.

The dilapidated urban buildings and natural landscapes blend together to form a strange scene.

And in such a scene, a man wearing a crying mask walked out of a dilapidated house.

However, just as he took the first step, he stopped in the next moment and retracted his feet.

because

A group of men and women dressed in white robes and wearing all kinds of iron masks, masks, or shackles, were advancing towards the center of the lower city of Arabella in the Phantom Realm.

And at the head of these men and women is a man in a white robe wearing a triangle iron mask.

"Rebel chariot?"

Looking at the man, the face under the mask of the crying man became serious:

"How did the secret court get the 'Rebel Chariot'?"

However, at this moment, one figure after another appeared in the Phantom Realm as the spiritual mist surged.

Behind that single figure are hundreds of construction machines made of brass and brass metal.

Mysterious constructs.

As the church with the strongest combat effectiveness, it has countless constructs that can be used stably.

and

With a loud noise, a giant construction machine with a height of more than 20 meters, with only half a foot taller than the two-story building next to it, which was only three or four meters high, appeared in his vision.

Although it probably has the shape of a four-legged beast, its shape is not consistent with various beasts that exist today.

The fortress-like beast-like war machine with hundreds of barrels all over its body, in the action of gears, flywheels, connecting rods, and pistons, and in the scene of valves constantly turning and gushing out steam, each barrel He turned to the man in white robe on the ground.

boom! ! !

The deafening gunfire sounded without warning.

There is no communication, no recognition, Arabella is the stronghold of the Church of Steam, this huge industrial country has already shown its attitude.

And, definitely not his illusion.

Among the hundreds of barrels, dozens of them turned their mouths to his position.

No, not an illusion.

boom! ! !

Copper-yellow metal cannonballs shot out from the muzzle accompanied by fire.

Moreover, the metal "cannonballs" kept changing their shapes as they flew towards him in the air.

It's a construct!

It's a mysterious construct!

The moment he realized this, the crying man immediately chose to retreat.

himself, was discovered.

Uptown Arabella, Central.

Ashen, who was closing his right eye and holding a tool in his hand to repair his artificial eye made of brass, suddenly froze.

On his right hand side, a regular gear with a silvery white upper side and a gray and black lower side was lying on the table.

As if he had sensed something, Ashun directly picked up the gear with white top and black bottom without hesitation.

In the next second, the gear instantly turned into a monocle. The moment he stuck his left eye, the prosthetic eye on the table repaired the fragments in an extremely fast and regular way. It was originally copper-yellow with a metallic texture. The prosthetic eye quickly reorganized into a complete, flesh-and-blood human eye.

However, there are still copper-yellow gears on the rear side.

Picking up the prosthetic eye, Ashun opened the empty eye socket with metal gear corners inside, embedded the prosthetic eye, and then transferred the monocle of the left eye to the right eye and stuck it in place.

Afterwards, he stood up, took off his brown top hat and overcoat from the metal coat rack next to him and put them on, lifted the heavy metal box aside with ease, and walked out of the workshop.

While the strangely shaped steam machines on the road were moving in the eyes of passers-by, he walked towards the direction of the church.

However, instead of going to church, he entered an unremarkable shop.

A young man in a dark brown jacket and a girl in a gothic cake skirt were waiting for him in the store.

"You're here at last, Mr. Ashun."

The youth in the dark brown jacket smiled:

"It seems that you have been promoted to the 'Same Law Agency'? How about it, do you want to continue exploring the Phantom Realm with us?"

As for Ashun, he looked at the girl beside him coldly:

"The church may already know that you are in Arabella. If you don't want to die, you should leave as soon as possible."

With these words, the young man couldn't help but look at the doll-like girl beside him.

The girl nodded:

"That's right, we have been spotted. Although the other party doesn't necessarily know who we are, we need to evacuate as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, the girl looked at Ashun:

"So, Lord Ashun, what do you want now?"

"Transferred to priesthood."

Ashun responded coldly:

"Go to the Kingdom of Lansu as a priest."

After speaking, he directly left the shop with only two people.

The young man and the girl also looked at each other, and soon began to pack their luggage.

phantom world.

Inside a collapsed, huge, city-like castle.

Countless prison-like towers stand in this dilapidated city.

A rather ordinary-looking young man is slowly moving in the Phantom Realm.

From his body, gray and white filaments separated one after another, forming a puppet with a similar appearance to him.

The puppet spread out in all directions, like a spider crawling along the line of probability.

The young man himself was holding a manuscript.

A strange coat of arms was pinned to his chest.

The regular and oddly shaped words were caught in his eyes one by one.

However, at this moment, a puppet suddenly touched a line of probability on the white tower in the center of the ruined city.

Unlike the situation where no probability line was touched at all when crawling along other probability lines, a strong storm swept over the moment this probability doll touched this line.

The puppet that touched the line of probability was immediately destroyed by the storm.

Moreover, the storm is sweeping towards the youth of the main body along the line of probability.

Although he didn't realize it in advance, the young man had already discovered the appearance of the storm.

The moment he found out, his expression tightened, and he immediately cut off all the lines connecting the probability dolls in the direction of the storm in front of him.

Almost half of the city was destroyed in the aftermath of the tragic storm, but the youth was spared.

However.

When he breathed a sigh of relief.

A puppet appeared in front of him.

No, not a puppet.

It was a huge column made up of strangely shaped dolls, and only tens of thousands of dolls of different shapes came to the young man's field of vision.

And, not just a giant column.

one two three four

The moment the fourth giant pillar made up of countless dolls appeared, the young man finally realized what it was.

Spider legs.

When the fourth spider leg appeared, countless round eyeballs emerged.

"Fate Weaver!"

The moment despair emerged, the giant pillar-like spider legs lifted up, pulled out a huge spider web covering the sky, and covered it down towards him.