Chapter 139 The Devil Is Released From Prison

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Backlund's dusk is always replaced by dim clouds and drizzle. Klein, who is quite exhausted both physically and mentally, presses his hand on his half-high silk top hat, buries his body slightly, and walks quickly through the wet streets. I returned to No. 15 Minsk Street under the light of the gas street lamp.

After taking a short rest, he took advantage of the dim environment and walked four steps backwards, entering above the gray fog.

After being promoted to Sequence 6 "Faceless Man", he had always wanted to check if there were any changes in the mysterious space. However, he was too tired last night and could not wake up in the middle of the night. He was "busy" outside during the day and could only Wait until now.

In addition, Klein also needs to eliminate interference and divine something.

That was because after this promotion, when his spirituality was not stable, he no longer heard the illusory babble of "Honakis...Fregera...Honakis...Fregera"!

He wanted to find out if this was a natural change after being promoted to Sequence 6, or if there were other reasons.

In the majestic palace, the mottled bronze long table and twenty-two high-backed chairs with different symbols on the backs stand quietly, as if they have not changed since ancient times.

The same goes for the gray fog beneath them and the endless emptiness around them.

But as soon as Klein entered here, his spiritual intuition keenly discovered that the mysterious space was a little different from before.

He was not in a hurry to explore and try, calmed down his emotions, sat at the top, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a divination sentence:

"The reason why I haven't heard any gibbering since I was promoted."

Holding the paper in hand and whispering the sentence, Klein leaned back on the chair and quickly entered the dreamland with the help of meditation.

In the gray sky and the earth, pictures flickered, and finally settled on a scene.

That was Klein when his face and body were still covered with light-colored granules. There was an illusory, thin, gray-white mist surrounding him that could not be detected by others.

The dream was shattered. Klein opened his eyes and roughly understood the reason:

"The gray mist intertwined with reality, helping me block out the nonsense coming from nowhere...

"After being promoted to Sequence 6, my connection with this mysterious space above the gray fog has become closer, so it has brought about certain changes, and I can naturally use a little power?

"At present, it should be like this."

"Well, try to explore the surroundings and see what changes there are."

Klein slowly stood up, followed his inspiration, and walked in a certain direction outside the ancient palace. Under his feet was the gray mist spreading like sea water.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when he reached the point where he wanted to stop and give up exploring, a light suddenly shone at the end of the front.

Klein felt happy, quickened his pace, and moved closer.

Seven or eight seconds later, he saw a staircase, a staircase leading to heaven!

The stairs are made of pure light, which is sacred, transparent, and clear, and can shock everyone's heart.

The stairs extend upward into the void. There are only four levels, each level is quite high, as if prepared for creatures larger than giants.

Klein looked up in its direction and saw a layer of gray-white mist, which was condensed in the air and seemed to be holding something. There was still a certain distance between the Staircase of Light and there.

Four steps, does it mean that I have finished drinking the Sequence 9, Sequence 8, Sequence 7 and Sequence 6 potions? What is there on top of that layer of mist? Klein moved forward cautiously, came to the Staircase of Light, and stepped on the steps.

There was nothing weird about the steps, they were as solid as stone.

Klein climbed up the stairs and climbed up to the fourth floor, and then tried to look above the gray-white mist. Unfortunately, his sight could not penetrate at all.

He thought for a moment, took two steps forward, and jumped up with all his strength.

However, as soon as he left the Stairway of Light, he lost his upward momentum and the spirit's instinct to fly, and fell straight down, stepping on the gray fog at the bottom.

It seems that we have to upgrade two to three sequences. If sequence 4 is indeed a qualitative change, then I, the half-god and half-queen, should be able to do it... Klein looked up and made a judgment.

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In St. Samuel's Church.

Dai Li entered the Nighthawks' base unhurriedly, where Sost was already waiting for him.

"The Archbishop came to see me, what's the matter?"

Earlier, when she was walking in the cemetery managed by the Church of the Night and feeling the resonance and communication of the soul, Leonard actually hurried to find her. It was said that Archbishop Saint Anthony wanted them to go to Sost together, but he left first without waiting for himself or explaining what was going on. The look of something on his mind made Dai Li particularly curious.

After she entered the room, the church bells rang out eleven times. Before Sost spoke, Daly noticed a small glass bottle placed on the desk.

The Necromancer's eyes lit up, and he immediately walked up to the table and looked at this thing carefully:

"Is such a convenient spirit body storage container the latest sealing prop?"

"Substances like glass should be restricted by certain rules, right? If you observe them in isolation, my little darlings won't be able to spy on them, but they won't have an impact on the surrounding things. They can even greatly isolate the extraordinary properties from surrounding objects. This is really a genius design, is it a new product of the Church of Steam or was it developed by the geniuses of our church?”

Sost looked strange, he wanted to speak but stopped, and he stopped talking but wanted to.

"Soest, can I pick it up and read it?"

"...Of course, we have confirmed that it is safe, and that's why we asked you to come."

Dai Li, who was delighted to see Hunter Xin, immediately picked up the bottle and looked at it carefully. The Necromancer, who was proficient in spiritual vision, soon discovered that there was indeed a soul trapped inside. She tried to let a little bit of her spirituality penetrate into it, but unexpectedly felt that there was a soul inside. The soul is now in the "no contract object" state.

"It's really good...it's really good."

Dai Li admired it sincerely and couldn't put it down. She did not try to further communicate with the spirit body inside, nor did she intend to wake him up: "This technology can capture and place the spirit body more easily. I have long been uncomfortable with the behavior of the church's nightmares sealing spirits on their teeth. Even when fighting, you still have to grin. No wonder Your Excellency Sesima always likes to wear high collars. Unexpectedly, Leonard also started to learn from him... And I bet that they will definitely not tell their kissers about this kind of thing. object."

Sost hesitated again and pursed his lips.

"You are also very strange today, and Leonard is also very strange. You must be hiding something from me."

Dai Li laughed a few times and reluctantly put the bottle in her hand back on the table. She put one hand on the table and leaned forward: "Soest, can you tell me now? What are you doing here with me?"

The Requiem Master coughed twice and finally found his rhythm. He reached out and took the bottle, raised it into the sight of the two of them, and said seriously:

"The spirit in this is a person who unexpectedly survived a very dangerous extraordinary event. According to all records, he has died. But just the day before yesterday, this bottle was anonymously stuffed into our mailbox. .”

"He?" Dai Li said with great interest, "I didn't expect him to be a lucky man."

Sost's expression became increasingly weird, but he remained tense: "I hope you can understand. Your Excellency the Archbishop and the Red Gloves spent a day studying this bottle and trying to talk to the spirit in it. But they can The information obtained is limited, so after confirming that he poses no danger, His Excellency the Archbishop decided to inform you to continue communicating with the spirit in the bottle."

Daly nodded, not surprised by the request. But she discovered something strange: "Wish I could understand? What do you hope I understand?"

"cough……"

Sost could hardly stand it any longer: "The spirit in this bottle is a Nighthawk."

"so?"

"His name is Dunn Smith."

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"December 20th, playing cards with Zaratul."

"On December 21st, play cards with Zaratul, and organically integrate fighting evil with old-era board games to create a new gameplay."

"On December 22, play cards with Zaratul."

"December 23rd, Edward, Edward, are cards so fun? You've been here for three days, it's time to think about going out!"

"December 24th, playing cards with Zaratul."

"On December 25th, I don't want to play cards anymore, so I'll pass the time by talking about history with Zaratul."

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The hidden church was silent. Behind the statue of Mother of Heaven is a small space with only about two large floor tiles. It is already difficult to squeeze two normal-sized adults into, but it is even more difficult to squeeze in two angels with a card table and dozens of board game chess pieces. It's difficult.

Zaratul moved his feet in a different direction, retracted his legs, and his knees tilted against the Monopoly boxes piled aside. The handwritten land deed and the small colored stones used as chess pieces clattered to the side. The fortune teller stretched out his hand to push them back to their original positions, then folded his arms and relaxed back to lean against the statue of Mother Sky. The brim of his hood covered his eyes, and the beard under his nose was moved by the weak air current.

Edward sat on the other side, looking up at the Marionette above.

The marionettes moved on their own without any wind, swaying swaying. The marionettes that were damaged in the previous melee still looked damaged, with arms and legs missing, or half of their skulls missing. Like broken and defective products in a toy store window, blending in and out of place.

The delirious Antigonus is like a nostalgic human being who will never throw away a toy as long as it is not damaged to the point of being completely unusable.

During his days in jail, apart from playing cards, sleeping, dazing, and making jokes with Zaratul, he just passed the time by staring at the Marionette on the roof. Edward has already counted how many marionettes there are, and how many men and women there are. During this period, he also discussed the history of the Kingdom of Night with Zaratul, and conducted an in-depth study of the causes and treatments for Antigonus and the Mother of Heaven, two natural mythical creatures, to gain human nature.

The atmosphere of the seminar was harmonious, with high participation from both parties, and they jointly improved relevant research. In the end, Zaratul exchanged a piece of not-so-important intelligence and a piece of lobster pasta for the language of the Kingdom of Night deciphered by Edward, preparing for future attempts to illuminate the fragments of historical fog in this hidden place.

So Edward used this to confirm that Zaratul would indeed have a chance to leave in the future, which was much more important than the dark history between the churches.

Escape after being imprisoned for 6 days feels a bit like testing the bottom line of the night, but after all, I have lost a copy of Sequence 1 on purpose. 6 days is enough for me to recover from my injuries and then leave, not to mention there is Zaratul here...

It's almost time to go. Thinking this, Edward moved.

He stood up, took a long step, and stepped in front of Zaratul.

Zaratul turned his head slightly and said vaguely as if he couldn't open his mouth: "Are you leaving?"

"right."

Zaratul muttered a few words, as if talking to himself. Finally, he shook his head and lay back without saying a word.

Edward squinted at him as the Riddler, feeling like he was back when they first collaborated. To be fair, he didn't hate Zaratul very much, although Russell was furious when he saw this guy pretending to be sophisticated. But fate is indeed something worthy of awe. In Eastern fables, knowing too much will lead to divine punishment, let alone telling these "secrets"?

He walked along the base of the wall several times and fixed his sight on the wall not far behind the stone statue.

There are no candles in the candlesticks on the wall, but there happens to be a hollow skylight on the dome of the church. The red moonlight slants in, grazing the low-hanging head of the statue of Mother of Heaven. It happens to shine on this wall, adding to the beauty of the place. It has more of a horror movie atmosphere.

There are short and clumsy symbols painted there one after another, but there is an empty space in the middle, unable to connect and form.

The blank area was about the size of two palms, and it was obviously sunken inward, as if someone had dug away the stone bricks on the surface.

"The corresponding piece of obsidian is in the church. No one has taken it away yet. Placing it here will help this wall initially get rid of its 'hidden' state and present an illusory color."

Zaratul changed his posture and turned his profile to face the direction of Edward: "However, the key to open the door is very special. You have to draw the symbols related to the goddess of the night."

Edward touched his chin: "It's pretty much what I thought. I thought you would trick me again at this time,"

"After all, if you successfully trap me here, the goddess of the night will most likely be willing to let you out. You have already cooperated with that guy once, and it will be no problem to do it again."

Zaratul smiled in a low voice: "If the symbol is drawn incorrectly, you will only see the out-of-control half of the 'Fool' at most."

"But Antigonus has not become a true god after all, and you said that you are already Sequence One, so looking directly at him will only bring you some trouble. Then when you are unhappy, you come back and kill this weak projection of mine. , I will suffer a big loss."

"The right decision." The devil smiled, "And it's impossible to trap me here in the first place."

Edward also planned to continue to passionately perform the drama of being a pious lover of the Mother Tree of Desire, but then he felt that it was unnecessary and that if he acted too much, it would be false. He stopped talking and quickly found the missing piece of obsidian on the wall from under the seat.

Then, He took a few steps forward and placed the obsidian slab into the depression.

The two fit together perfectly, with nothing superfluous.

The wall quickly glowed and gradually became transparent, and one could see the stone slabs paved outside, the holes in the wall, and the clouds floating in the air.

After confirming safety, Edward raised his hand and drew the symbol of the Night Path, which was slightly different from the Holy Emblem of the Night Goddess.

Suddenly, the scene behind the transparent door shook like water waves and changed.

Behind the gate, there are cliffs whose bottoms cannot be seen, jagged rocks, clouds floating in the air, and bright sunshine that cannot be seen in Backlund, just like part of a mountaintop! There are dilapidated and mysterious palaces and looming churches in extremely remote places.

A man of great skill is bold. Edward stretched out his hand, pressed it on the illusory door, and pushed it open.

His figure disappeared from the hidden town in an instant.

At this moment, Zaratul also moved. He sat up straight. Although his face could not be seen clearly, his body movements showed tangled and hesitant emotions. One second, two seconds...tens of seconds later, He slowly lay back and moved the surrounding debris to the open space with his arms.

"not the right time yet……"

The fortune teller sighed: "Not now..."

In the outside world, as soon as Edward's back foot left the confines of the hidden town, his front foot immediately entered the spirit world. He roamed quickly in the spiritual world, and then noticed that the world beneath his feet was a bright and chaotic blue.

Thinking of the too bright sunshine just now, Edward's heart suddenly moved. After wandering for some distance, He left the spiritual world. The moment he put his feet on the ground, He arrived at a noisy place.

The fishy sea breeze blew into his face, and the sounds of hawking and shouting were mixed together. As soon as he came out of the extremely quiet and hidden town, Edward immediately felt that his hearing was a little challenged. Considering that it was not convenient for him to appear in crowded places, as soon as he landed, he immediately moved to a relatively dark and inconspicuous alley.

Just when he was about to take a good look at his surroundings and confirm his current location, a hand suddenly stretched out from the dark alley, and a cold dagger was placed on his neck, slightly digging into his skin.

?

Edward turned his head in confusion and was surprised to find that there were quite a lot of people in the alley. Some were holding knives, some were menacing, and some were tied up as if they were about to be silenced. These people looked at Him warily, and when they saw the blood on their bodies, their wariness turned into contempt.

If you look closely, they are all dark souls, and their sinfulness is at least the level of dark chocolate.

The dagger was a little stronger, and the carotid artery might have been cut open by ordinary people, but Edward stretched out his hand and flicked it, and the dagger flew out of his hand in an instant, flying out and directly hitting the pirate holding the dagger above the eyebrows. Cut it all off.

Blood splashed everywhere, like a red coconut being cut open. The pirate kept his ferocious smile and slowly fell down.

After two seconds of silence, three people exploded one after another. Fear and panic tore their bodies apart, leaving only their hearts in a pile of broken flesh.

Edward took off his glasses, bent down and wiped the blood spattered on them with the corner of the corpse's clothes, and then put them on again meticulously.

"Thank you, I happen to be hungry." He said with a smile.

TBC

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To get out of prison is actually to push the door open and walk out.

The double update is over.