Chapter 15 First Kill (Thanks to Zhong Kui, the Killer of the Silver League)

Under the crimson but dim moonlight, Emlyn took out a metal vial, unscrewed the cap, and Gulu took a sip.

Then, he seemed to turn into a shadow, floating on the wall and ground, quickly and silently following Ruth Bathory.

The blood race has always been known for its speed. The two barons ran one after the other in the dark alleys and the edges of the dark streets. It took more than half an hour to reach the chaotic and dirty East District, and stopped in front of an old apartment.

Seeing that Russ Bathory chose to climb the pipe and go to the third floor with the least noise, Emlyn slowed down and did not rush to follow behind him, because it would be easy to be spotted.

After serious consideration for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume-like bottle, unscrewed the cap, pressed it down, and sprayed the liquid inside on his body.

This potion has only one effect, and that is to eliminate its own smell and be consistent with the surroundings!

After putting away the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out another brass-colored metal vial, and gulped down the liquid inside.

"Professor Potions is really troublesome..." He muttered, looking down, he saw that his hands became transparent inch by inch, and the brass-colored metal vial seemed to be floating in front of his cuffs.

When Emlin stuffed the vial back, there was only a formal suit, a top hat, and a pair of buckleless leather shoes left on the spot. They formed a human shape and moved around there.

Another fully transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floating in mid-air, pressed it by itself, and sprayed the potion inside onto the clothes with a buzzing noise.

The outlines of formal suits, top hats and leather shoes faded little by little, and finally disappeared.

Emlyn, who had completed "invisibility", glanced at the room that Russ Bathory had entered, climbed the pipe invisible and soundless, and chased after him at extreme speed.

Taking advantage of the window being ajar, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without any movement, hid in the corner, and watched Ruth Bathory, who had a slender but very tasteful face, looking for his target.

The latter gradually frowned, because the place was empty, not to mention people, not even the mosquitoes that had become active in the past week.

And this blood baron can be sure that the "moon puppet" is here.

Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the frozen silence.

The door of the room retreated, and a woman in a long black dress walked in slowly, looked at Ruth Bathory, and said in an erratic tone:

"Who are you looking for..."

Emlyn followed the prestige, and saw that the person who came had a darker complexion, slender eyebrows, soft contour lines, drooping corners of the mouth, and it was the target Windsor.

However, in Emlyn's eyes, this devout believer of the "primordial moon" has changed to a certain extent from her in the portrait. Now her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth are curved, as if imitating the current The Crimson Moon.

And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin all grow dry grass and flowers, one after another, one after another.

... Hiss, what exactly did Ruth Bathory sell her? How did it become like this? Emlyn was startled, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.

At the same time, clumps of withered grass grew out on the ground, walls, doorways, and ceilings, mixed with withered flowers.

They completely isolate the room from the outside world, creating a very eerie scene.

Ruth Bathory smelled danger, so he didn't try to have a conversation. He took out a metal vial without hesitation, and Gulu drank the liquid inside.

Snapped!

He dropped the bottle, dragging out an afterimage of his body and pounced on the mutated Windsor, the nails on both hands were stretched, and the black air was lingering around his body.

Windsor, studded with withered grass and dried flowers, was like a large rag doll. She rushed forward at the same speed, and grabbed Ruen Bathory with a claw that didn't care about her injury.

bang bang bang!

After a series of collisions, Ruth Bathory flew upside down and hit the wall.

His sleeves had been torn off, and scratches of bones could be seen on his skin.

And between the flesh and blood, dried grass and flowers are slowly growing out!

What a monster... It was the first time Emlyn encountered this kind of enemy, and he kept shrinking in the corner, almost forgetting to help.

He didn't show up recklessly, and various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. While observing the battle between Ruth Bathory and Windsor, he considered how to deal with this situation.

The weirdest thing is the dead grass and flowers... dry grass and flowers... they must be afraid of fire! Emlyn's heart moved, and he immediately gave up his invisibility, took out another metal vial, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

With a pop, he spurted all the liquid in his mouth.

As soon as those gray-red water drops hit the air, they immediately exploded, and a fiery flame extended to the side.

Flame upon flame, flame upon flame, instantly turned the room into a sea of ​​red!

In the crackling sound, the dry grass and flowers were ignited one after another, and infected the companions at an extremely fast speed.

In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was almost destroyed, and the withered grass and dried flowers on Windsor's body also began to burn.

At this time, Russ Bathory had a big hole dug in his chest, lost most of his combat power, and was relying on the vampire's super recovery ability to maintain it with difficulty.

Looking at the torch-like enemy, Emlyn was keenly aware of the decline of the opponent's aura, so he rushed over without hesitation, circled Windsor, and made repeated attacks.

From the soles of his feet, black air rose up one after another, entwining towards the believer in the primitive moon, like a shackle with vitality.

bang bang bang! bang bang bang!

In the intense and short sound, two figures suddenly approached.

All movement disappeared, and Emlyn grabbed Windsor's throat with his left palm and lifted her up.

After hesitating for a second, seeing the hideous look of the opponent, he snapped and broke the enemy's neck.

Snapped!

A slender, small puppet inlaid with withered grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor to the ground, and the flames in the room gradually subsided.

Emlyn tore off Windsor's mutated head, turned around, looked at Ruth Bathory, who was panting violently, pressed his empty right hand to his chest, and saluted with a smile:

"Thank you for your help."

Seeing that Russ Bathory suddenly became angry and unable to snatch it, Emlyn added a few words in a very good mood:

"Remember to hand over the puppet and the extracted Extraordinary characteristics to Lord Nibais, they are very problematic."

After finishing speaking, the black air behind him condensed, and two illusory bat wings grew out.

With a clatter, the wings fluttered, and Emlyn turned around and flew out of the window, falling towards the nearby dark alley.

After stepping on the ground, he put away the condensed black air and looked back.

Seeing that Russ Bathory didn't follow, Emlyn heaved a sigh of relief, clenched his fists against his mouth, coughed and muttered:

"I hate fire, I hate smoke!"

He was about to stay away from the East District, when a coolness suddenly appeared behind his back.

Emlyn tensed up, holding Windsor's mutated head, turned around slowly, and looked at the shadow in the corner.

He first saw a small black figure standing there, and then he saw the other person's appearance clearly:

The body is slender like a wooden stake, the eyes and mouth are bent into the moon shape, and there are a lot of withered grass and dried flowers inlaid on the surface. It is the "moon puppet" in the previous room!

It's entangled with me... What exactly is this thing... This place is still far away from Lord Nibais' residence... It's really dangerous outside... One thought after another emerged in Emlyn's mind, sending chills down his spine, Muscles tense.

When the thought flickered, he suddenly had an inspiration, staring at the "moon puppet", and whispered in ancient Hermes:

"The fool who is not of this age;

"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;

"The king of yellow and black in charge of good luck..."

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"Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night!" Klein rolled over and sat up, rubbing his forehead slightly angrily.

He quickly left the bed, took four steps backwards, entered above the gray mist, and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool".

This guy Emlyn White? Klein glanced at it, spreading his spirituality in doubt, and touched the crimson star representing the "moon".

Immediately, he saw Emlyn with a stiff posture, and saw that the other party was staring at a slender and weird puppet.

The body of the puppet was covered with rich but illusory crimson moonlight, they gently undulated like tides, and were connected with something in the sky.

At this time, the crimson moonlight was spreading silently, covering Emlyn White.

There is a problem... This puppet has a big problem... Klein, who saw more with the help of the gray fog, let the "Scepter of the Sea God" leave the pile of debris and fly into his hand without hesitation.

The blue gemstones on the top of the White Bone Scepter lit up one by one, shining brightly.

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After reciting Mister Fool's honorable name and asking for help, Emlyn only felt that his already low-temperature blood was getting colder and colder, and gradually felt like it was congealing into frost.

This made his body stiffen quickly, and he watched the "moon puppet" swaying over.

At this moment, the mid-air in the alley ran wildly, dispelling all the gloom and gloom.

Snapped!

Those lightning bolts twisted into a ball and landed on the body of the "Moon Puppet", submerging it in silver.

The light flashed away, and the strange puppet was scorched black and fell down without any decorations. The blood in Emlyn's body was no longer frozen and flowed again.

He quickly got rid of his stiffness, and knowing that Mister Fool was still watching here, he hurriedly asked in a low voice:

"What do you need, no, what can I offer you?"

He has always believed that Mr. Fool follows the rules of equivalent exchange, so he thinks that if he asks for assistance, he has to pay a corresponding price.

After a brief silence, he saw the boundless gray fog and the looming figure, and heard a commanding and majestic voice:

"That puppet."

"Okay." Emlyn took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the puppet, then dealt with the scene, and quickly left the East District.

And Klein returned to the real world only after carefully interfering with the divination with the paper angel.

When he was about to go back to sleep, he was surprised to find that the moonlight outside was bright, like blood.

Eh... Klein walked to the window suspiciously, looked outside, and saw that the crooked moon had become round at some point, red like blood.

Another "blood moon".

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"Blood Moon"? Alger Wilson looked up at the sky, and walked steadily into the Thunder Church in front of him. This is where he will report on his duties tomorrow.

And in the center of the island, on the top of the towering peak, there is also a church called "Abyss of Storms", which is the headquarters of the Church of the Storm headquarters, the temple of the temple.

PS: Thanks to Zhong Kui, the killer of the Silver League~

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