Chapter 22 The Saint Who "Arrived"

The rag doll's expressionless eyes, which could not move at all, followed the body upright, and looked at the area where the crimson moonlight could not shine. The man with the red and swollen lump on the side of his face and other cultists were standing there quietly. They lowered their heads one after another and raised their hands, as if they were going to put on a posture of prayer, listening to the "oracle" devoutly.

That is to say, two or three seconds later, the doll finally stood up straight. It was about to open its tongueless mouth and make a sound that did not belong to this "body". rusty machine.

——Klein, who was hiding among the cultists, saw the "spiritual thread" strangely extending out of the doll just now, so he started manipulating it without hesitation!

In the room with bright wall lamps, the light dimmed for a moment, and the doll with its crooked eyes and mouth was instantly stripped of its bone-like support, and suddenly sat on the table without any movement.

While the streetlights thousands of meters away were flickering, Klein lost control of the "spiritual body string". With the help of the power of the rag doll, he jumped out of his range in just a second or two!

Woo!

A bitingly cold wind blew in the room, and the carpet with tables and chairs suddenly twitched, knocking the man with the red and swollen lump on the side of his face and most of the cultists to the ground. Only Klein, who had disguised himself, moved forward. Leaped up to avoid the accident.

Of course, Enzo the "winner" was right on the edge of the carpet, unaffected.

Woo!

In the cold wind, the carpet rolled up, tightly wrapped several cult members, and then tightly covered their mouths and noses, wrapping their throats.

At the same time, the caps of the round-bellied pens on the desk were removed by themselves, flew out, and stuck into the neck of the man with red and swollen lumps on the side of his face, densely packed without any gaps.

The wooden armchair exploded with a bang, and the thorns swept out, not letting go of all the other cultists.

Near the wall, the pipe of the wall lamp was automatically split, and the gas inside leaked out.

The curtain spread on the sofa then stood up, twisted into a rope, and wrapped around the throat of the conductor; several pieces of floorboards snapped and pierced the bodies of several heretics from bottom to top.

All of a sudden, everything in the room was full of aggression, trying to kill every life here.

Klein wanted to escape, but the shirt, pants, belt, coat, and top hat on his body all took on a life of their own, sealing him in place with force.

He opened his mouth suddenly and made a sound:

"Snapped!"

He simulated the sound of snapping his fingers.

The crimson flame rose from his pocket, instantly covering his body and releasing the restraint.

At this moment, the curtain on the other sofa stood up, as if being covered by an invisible person.

Klein's eyes immediately reflected such a strange image, his body trembled, he froze in place, and was possessed by the "evil spirit"!

The flame that had risen before had not been extinguished at this time, and was about to further burn the clothes and flesh and blood, but it burned the whole person into a pitch-black paper figurine.

The back of this paper figurine is covered with feather-like patterns, giving people an unreal, semi-illusory feeling.

This is a "mutated paper man" polluted by the breath of artificial death!

——Klein knew from the very beginning that if he wanted to wait for the mutated doll, there were only two possible situations. Descending, digging traps for troublemakers, and the second is that the one who used the doll was indeed a hidden existence. He didn't know that the sacrifice had been destroyed, and he still descended as expected to give further "oracles".

And no matter what the situation is, it means that things are more dangerous, so why would Klein act unprepared?

According to the characteristics of the opponent's ability to descend or possess on the doll, he put the paper doll that was mutated by the pollution of the man-made god of death in advance into the iron cigarette case,

And maintain the performance level of the secret puppet at the level of ordinary people, and lure the target to directly possess him!

At this moment, the object possessed by the "god" worshiped by the cultists changed from Klein to the "paper man of death"!

The crimson flames rolled inward, and the jet-black paper figurines ignited, and the pale color suddenly spread, stained with a bit of dark green.

A slightly painful muffled sound followed, and the transparent afterimage on the window reflecting the crimson moonlight flashed away.

Almost in no particular order, the "living" items in the room fell one after another, returning to a state of dead silence, while the "winner" Enzo's body, the stream of fire flew into the air, enveloping him.

At this moment, in the port city at the northern end of the Southern Continent, the residents are enjoying the relaxation at night and the warmth of their families in one house after another, completely oblivious to the dimming of their glass windows and the surface of their wall lamps from time to time , and quickly returned to normal.

The dimming was accompanied by the growing and shrinking of the fire in the fireplace, and the rekindling and extinguishing of the residue in the kitchen.

During this process, the glass mirror of a house dimmed the most, as did the number of times the fire light changed. In the room, several believers were praying to the "primordial moon" without realizing it.

After an unknown amount of time, the crimson moonlight became a little brighter, and the whole city seemed to be covered with a soft gauze.

Such brightness soon returned to normal, and a crimson stream of flame rose up from the top of a silver candle on a certain dining table.

"Winner" Enzo walked out of it, his body and face changed rapidly, becoming Gehrman Sparrow.

Just now, when the red moon brightened, he lost his target.

"Not only does it have the high-sequence extraordinary ability of the 'Resentful Soul' pathway, but it can also borrow the power of the red moon... One of these two aspects must be achieved by relying on sealed items or magical items..." Klein said silently, doing made a preliminary judgment.

After the demigod possessed by the rag doll was polluted by the "Paper Doll of Death", he originally thought that he had a chance to take down the other party, but who knew that the enemy's strength and methods were stronger and more abundant than he expected.

The only thing he can be sure of now is that it is not an angel, and its strength and level are far different.

While thinking about it, Klein left the dining room and entered the living room, where several believers were praying to the "primordial moon".

Unlike those cultists on the steam train, they knew exactly who they were worshiping, and they seemed to belong to more formal personnel.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked into the room at a leisurely pace, and the believers noticed it and turned their heads one after another.

Under the powerful illusion of the "Crafting Mage", they regarded Gehrman Sparrow as an angel descending, and saw a crimson moon shining quietly above the opponent's head.

Plop, plop, plop, the believers prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, saluting reverently.

Klein didn't hesitate, and asked in a low voice:

"Who is the saint who met you before?"

Although one of the believers was puzzled, he still answered respectfully:

"Reporting to the envoy, it is the 'Witch King' Karaman."

"Witch King" Karaman... This name is so familiar... Ah yes, the author of my "Book of Secrets"... Isn't he already dead? The age of his activity has been thousands of years ago, and saints who don’t have a special path can’t live for such a long time... He joined the Rose School of Thought, but he still believes in the "primordial moon", relying on some method to extend his life? Or, his sequence itself can turn him into a long-lived species? Klein turned his thoughts and remembered the origin of the name Karaman.

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On a sailboat moored at the port pier, in the cabin illuminated by the faint moonlight.

A figure with fluffy hair and black and white came out of the mirror. He was dressed in a black robe with crimson patterns. There were not deep or shallow wrinkles on his forehead, corners of his eyes, cheeks, and around his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

At this time, on the back of his hand, on the rest of his exposed skin, the pores were already open, and white fluff stained with light butter stains grew out.

The old man's expression was slightly distorted, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.

He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to chant something in a low voice.

In the difficult and awkward language, his forehead slowly cracked, and it seemed that there was a red full moon embedded in it!

The moonlight dissipated and enveloped the old man, and the white fluff on his body retracted one after another and disappeared.

But at the same time, the old man's abdomen swelled up a little bit, as if it was filled with liquid.

Finally, the clothes and skin there were all torn apart, and a mass of flesh and blood covered with white feathers flew out of it and fell to the deck, where it writhed and struggled for a long time before decaying and disappearing.

Phew... The old man raised his head and exhaled slowly, his blood red eyes were full of doubts.

He whispered to himself:

"Father of the God of Death?

"But now there is no god of death at all..."

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In the early morning, the "Punisher" team of the Church of the Storm, which has taken over the mysterious death of the steam train staff, received new information:

The missing conductor and driver, as well as several other suspected passengers, have been found!

It didn't take long for several members of the "Punisher" team to follow the clues to a certain place in the urban area and found the targets.

They were hanging quietly in a row outside a house.

"This is a provocation!" The "Punisher" captain gritted his teeth and growled.

But when they put down the body and entered the house to investigate, they saw guys in the living room praying devoutly to the "primordial moon" and performing rather evil rituals.

"...Catch them all!" The captain of "Punisher" gave the order after being stunned for a second.

The believers of the "primordial moon" seemed to have regained their rationality until this time, and they resisted one after another, but they were quickly suppressed, and they were killed or injured.

The captain of "Punisher" looked around, and said to his companion incomprehensibly:

"There is a whole row of dead bodies hanging at the door, and they didn't even notice?"

A member of the "reader" path thought about it and said:

"Those dead bodies are likely to lead us to investigate here."

The "Punisher" captain eased his impatience, and nodded thoughtfully:

"Which demigod from which church is passing by?"