Chapter 145 Alarm

Chapter 146 Alarm

The rainstorm in the sky fell endlessly, and the sound of rain covered everything.

In the rainstorm, the white-faced woman and the old man walked side by side on the street, and the rain splashed on their black clothes.

As they walked, the woman lowered her head and pulled off the ribbon around her waist, and the loose black robe slipped off.

As the black robe was taken off, the uncovered body was exposed in the rainstorm. The pale skin was washed by the rain, and the raindrops flowed down the slender neck, across the chest, and slid down along the faint scars, and finally dripped into the water along the slender legs.

The black robe was rolled up by the strong wind, rolled in the wind, and finally flew into the sky.

Finally, the naked woman pulled out the slender steel creation from the lining of the flying black robe.

One long and one short, the two matching double swords seemed to have life in her hands. The blades moved, easily cutting the rain and raising a cloud of water vapor.

On the strangely shaped blade, there are tiny raised pieces, like the scales of some cold-blooded creature. As her blood is infused, the scales tremble alternately, cutting the wind and making the sound of a snake swallowing and spitting.

——Alchemical Double Swords. Snake Scales

This is an alchemical weapon forged by an alchemist with the bones of a famous assassin a hundred years ago. It is attached with the soul and murderous intent of the assassin. The ashes of the dead give life to the steel, making them extremely sharp and also sealing incredible power.

In the splashing rain, the figure of the white-faced woman suddenly dimmed, and then quickly disappeared. At first, a vague outline of water marks could be seen, but as the double swords danced, even the vague outline disappeared.

In the rainstorm, there was no trace of the white-faced woman.

"Pay attention to the vision of the Eye of Ether, be careful to crack the alarm mechanism, and don't alarm the professor."

Claude reminded in the mind connection.

In the rainstorm, the old man paused, and a flash of lightning crossed the sky, illuminating the building in front of him.

In the church in the Rodlavo district, there was no light at this moment, just like the entire district, it fell into a deep sleep.

The white-faced woman stepped lightly and climbed over the fence without alerting the alarm measures above.

The old man stopped in front of the door.

In the vision of the Eye of Ether, a complex seal was wrapped around the door lock, and a signal would be sent whether it was pried open or opened normally.

The two exchanged a few words in the mind connection and began to act.

Soon, the heavy door shook slightly, and it fell forward... The snake-scale sword cut the door hinge and directly removed the door from the building.

The old man took two steps forward and held the heavy door tightly. There was a strange power brewing in his burly body. It was like waving a handful of straw, gently and slowly pulling out the whole door and throwing it on the grass.

The two broke into the door.

Behind the door, the night watchman who was patrolling in the middle of the night was stunned to see the entire gate collapse silently. He widened his eyes and was about to shout something when a sharp blade slashed across his neck and blood gushed out.

The blood gathered in the rain and soon seeped into the grass.

The man stepped over the corpse and walked straight to the church behind the courtyard. Along the way, the stealthy woman untied hidden alarm measures and traps under Claude's guidance.

After a series of fine crackling sounds, you can see that the grass has been turned over, or the stone beast on the wall has been broken into two halves.

"Damn it, which faction of musicians is the professor?!"

Even the most skilled revelation musician who is good at detecting insights, Claude was forced to use every bit of his heart and soul by the traps set up by the professor.

This kind of interlocking trap, even he sometimes needs a long time to think before it can be solved, and he will capsize in the ditch if he is not careful.

Fortunately, Baimian's snake-scale double swords are the best dismantling tools. These two alchemical weapons were designed to crack and kill enemies when they were first forged.

In silence, the two quietly approached the door under the cover of the rain. In the etheric vision, they could vaguely see more than a dozen figures sitting in the hall of the church, guarding the surroundings.

At this time in the church, all entrances and exits were guarded... Obviously, they were not believers who came to worship before going to bed and then went home to sleep.

"They are all the professor's men, be careful that they will sound the alarm."

Claude paused for a moment and became a little stunned: "Wait, don't do it yet!"

He narrowed his eyes, and the star-seeing pupils penetrated the wall and stared at the red light that represented danger. As he followed the clues to explore, soon, one piece after another of dazzling red light lit up from the inside of the hall.

Almost the entire hall was included!

"Be careful...traps."

Claude swallowed his saliva, a drop of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead: "This hall is full of traps, and the professor also used his men as bait.

There are no musicians inside, but there are two alchemical equipment. I will prepare a silent barrier later, and then..."

"Why is it so troublesome?"

The impatient voice of Qingchi came.

In an instant, the black musician walked out of the shadows and pressed his hands on the heavy door of the church's central hall. In his mouth, two tongues sang completely different melodies as his lips opened and closed.

The hoarse melody appeared in the sound of rain, summoning a gray breath.

The gray energy spread out from his hands and landed on the heavy iron door. For an instant, the complex patterns, the iron Madonna and the gilded lines were all blurred.

As if thousands of years of weathering had occurred in an instant, the iron door shattered silently into sand all over the floor, disintegrating in the wind full of water vapor and falling into the hall.

Green Teeth stepped into the hall majestically, looked around at the dumbfounded thugs whose expressions changed, then opened his mouth, the melody in his mouth changed, and he suddenly spit out a stream of black smoke.

The black smoke spread quickly after blurting out, engulfing the entire hall in an instant. As the black smoke passed by, everything fell into absolute darkness. Even the sound of the alarm disappeared, and the inside and outside were isolated.

Claude's expression changed, and his eyes were fearful: This is the nightmare mist most commonly used by black musicians. It uses the power of the evil god to transform the ether, swallowing all light and sound, and suppressing the enemy's performance.

The white-faced woman and the old man walked into the smoke. The black smoke was thick and turbulent, but no sound was heard.

Can't see clearly what's inside.

Soon, the black smoke dissipated, revealing blood and broken limbs everywhere.

In the blood everywhere, a burly old man stood in the blood, his palm stretched out from the thick rainproof cloak, and he grasped the head of a survivor.

The survivor looked at him in horror. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound. As his fingers closed together, his head exploded!

Bang!

"What a waste."

Green Teeth glanced at the old man: "You chain saw monks don't know how to cherish materials?"

The old man was silent and just glanced at him.

"Hurry up and get out of here quickly, the trap may be triggered at any time!"

Claude urged, staring in the direction of the professor: "Kill him quickly before he is ready. He has already begun to heal, and a large amount of ether is gathering in the prayer room!"

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

"careful!"

A piercing scream suddenly erupted, and the alarm was triggered!

In the eyes of stars, the entire hall suddenly trembled. Those solidified red lights turbulent, trembling, and finally exploded!

The entire hall erupted with a dazzling etheric light - dozens of traps were activated in an instant!

In an instant, an invisible mental shock broke out first.

On Claude's waist, a small doll shattered in an instant. His face turned pale for a moment, blood oozed from his nostrils, and fell to the ground, looking extremely miserable.

He endured the damage of mental puncture on behalf of everyone!

"Damn it, I told you so! Be careful!"

Claude looked at the precious secret treasure that was shattered because of this, and he was furious: "——Which bastard triggered the trap?!"

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Amidst the piercing alarm, on a rooftop outside the church, Bai Xi put away the crossbow in his hand and whistled proudly.

"It's too boring to come quietly. Why don't you let me help you make it more lively?"

Feeling the chaotic ether in the church, Ye Qingxuan laughed happily: If he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, where could he enjoy the feeling of being the mastermind behind the scenes?

I have to say, this feels great.

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In the hall, a harsh melody suddenly sounded in the air, and the wild melody like flames echoed between the pillars, setting off a frenzy in the silent ether.

On the walls, stone carvings, and columns, there are flashes of musical notes lighting up everywhere. It is a magnificent movement describing the scene of hell!

Out of nowhere, a strong wind rose from the ground, like a blade, with a burning breath. Just a momentary sweep makes people's hair curl.

"foehn!"

Claude screamed, staring blankly at the activated trap, feeling chills all over his body: "This is... the fire cellar!"

The next moment, a hole opened in the void, and a red light fell like water, followed by a shocking red tide.

That endless amount of molten iron and lava!

In an instant, like a waterfall sweeping over, the red tide surged, easily turning all the furnishings in the hall into charcoal.

In the flames, a vague human figure slowly stood up. Half-melted magma dripped from their bodies, making them look hideous.

With the sweeping fire, the flame demon spirits slowly surrounded him from all directions.

"We've been discovered."

Claude shouted loudly: "Stop holding back, attack with all your strength! Break this cage, otherwise you will be trapped to death!"

Amid the concussion of the fire, Qing Qian's complexion changed, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.

Facing the sweeping flames, he opened his mouth wide to the edge of his mouth, and behind the sharp teeth in his mouth, two tongues began to sing crazily.

An extremely harsh and weird melody came from his mouth. The strange melody stirred the ether, and instantly turned into a majestic suction force.

The sweeping flames were pulled by the terrifying attraction and turned into a torrent into his mouth. That huge dark mouth seemed to be endless, sucking in flames crazily.

Even standing next to him, the escaping heat was about to set the old man's hair on fire. In just an instant, the heavy rain-proof cloak was burned by the flames and was scrapped!

In the flames of nothingness, the huge demon spirits transformed from lava and molten iron let out a sharp roar and rushed towards Qingya.

They were demons born from the flames, and the ether gave them alien life - the bards in Canaan called them 'Ifrit'.

Only heroes and demons can control and defeat the power!

In the midst of the roar, the old man took a step forward, and the scripture tattooed on his face shone brightly.

The heavy raincoat on his body was torn from the inside.

A heavy sword that seemed to be carved from obsidian was raised.

As the man swung his arm, the blade without any edge cut through the air and swept forward.

Ifrit, who was the first to bear the brunt, was cut in half in an instant. The originally scattered and invisible demon spirits suddenly turned aside and were about to close together, but a terrible shock came from the crack, completely tearing its structure apart.

After a sharp scream, Ifrit disintegrated inch by inch, turned into molten iron and fell to the ground, hissing.

"The Sighing Sword that tears the ether?"

Claude murmured to himself: "Is it really the Chainsaw Monk?"