Mysterious recovery: I grow stronger by breathing

Chapter 215 The Third Time of the True Creator (two in one, please subscribe)

In the morning, the sun is shining.

On the outskirts of Backlund, south of the southern area of ​​the bridge.

There are fertile fields here and there, and a river called the Stratford rushes from afar and turns around a cliff.

One side of this cliff is bare, exposing extremely pure white rocks, looking from a distance, there is a kind of holy beauty.

Baiya Town got its name from this.

And at the Baiya River Bend, the entrance to a mysterious Quaternary Mausoleum that was hidden was slowly opened at this moment.

A young man wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat, with a thin face and a wide forehead, stepped up from the ground.

He wears a monocle carved out of crystal in his right eye, which looks quite refined.

Accompanied by his arrival, the sparrows and ants in the field, as well as many microbes in the air that are difficult for ordinary people to see with naked eyes, all froze for a moment, showing extremely humane movements.

"interesting……"

The young man looked at this piece of land that hadn't changed for a long time, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he looked in the direction of Backlund:

"There are quite a few guys here, let them go first..."

……

Hilton District, inside a house.

Klein, who was forced to move from Minsk Street in Jorwood District, started his journey of living alone.

After waking up in the morning, he sat at the dining table with a cup of strong coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other, reading the recent major events in Backlund:
"The royal advisor Hvin Rambis disappeared mysteriously. Is it a salon or an evil god ceremony held by Viscount Glaint in the mansion?" "

"Duke Negan's night party mistress was brutally assassinated by the people around him. Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?" "

"Shock!The three churches of night, storm, steam and machinery publicly declared that George III is no longer fit to sit on the throne of king! "

Backlund has been really turbulent recently, and the situation is becoming more and more tense every day. The three major churches have joined forces to coerce the royal family. Is this a battle between theocracy and monarchy... Klein took a sip of his coffee, put down his cup, picked up a Dixie pie and ate it After taking a sip, I immediately began to miss the days when Messiah Behrens was around.

Although that guy is often away from home, he prepares a lot of delicacies every morning, and he doesn't bring heavy samples every day, which is really addictive.

And the shared rent is free of rent.

If he didn't know that the other party's xp is normal and he likes rich women, Klein would have thought that this guy came here to support him.

"Fortunately, I lived frugally some time ago and the entrustment was good, so I had some savings. Otherwise, just paying the rent would be a big expense. Living in Backlund is not easy..."

Klein gnawed off the last piece of pie in his hand, and was about to go out when he heard the sound of the door opening from the direction of the living room.

He, who was often attacked, couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously put his hand on the revolver at his waist, and then he heard a chuckle in his ear:
"Don't be nervous, Detective Sherlock, I'm here to give you Extraordinary characteristics. Well, the Extraordinary characteristics of the magician, the Faceless Man, and the Puppet Master. The rest are all mine. remuneration."

Klein didn't see who was coming until three clusters of jewel-like features landed in front of him.

With black hair and black eyes, the facial features seem to be carefully carved by the gods. Even the gods will be obsessed with this kind of beauty, and the slender body is completely formed according to the golden ratio.

Even if he was only wearing an ordinary white shirt and a thin black windbreaker, he couldn't conceal his peerless elegance.

"Messiah, good morning, have you eaten yet?" Klein greeted politely.

"Of course, there is an Intis Serenzo restaurant in the West District. I appreciate their braised dagoya steak, black truffle porcini mushrooms, and Intis-style foie gras."

Wu Nai smiled slightly, and said something that made Klein swallow silently.

Intis Serenzo Restaurant in the West District... Klein secretly remembered the name of this restaurant in his heart, and planned to eat there once when he had money.

Then quickly put away the Extraordinary characteristics on the table.

Among them, the magician's extraordinary characteristics can be used immediately, and the auxiliary materials in the formula have been collected completely, and it is time to swallow the potion prepared into Sequence Seven.

"By the way, a friendly reminder, don't run to the East District today if you have nothing to do, it's very dangerous, and you will be killed if you are not careful." Wu Nai said lightly, with his hands folded on his chest, watching Klein put away quickly with interest. A move with Extraordinary characteristics.

"East End."

After collecting the spoils, Klein thought of his recent commission, the hard-working laundry girls Liv and Freya in that alley, and the unemployed worker Kohler, and couldn't help asking: "Can you be more specific?" Is it? I have some acquaintances in the East District, maybe I rush over now, and I have time to remind them."

"Specifically. Specifically, it is the ritual of the Desperate Witch and the confrontation between the saints. No matter what, it is very dangerous. If you want to remind or save people, you'd better call Azik. Based on what he remembers now The level of recovery can probably do a lot of things, and help me collect debts by the way." Wu Nai said with a smile.

The last sentence is the key point. Klein nodded silently, took out a copper whistle from his pocket, and said, "I'm leaving now, and I'm going to try to call Mr. Ards."

He was a little worried about those acquaintances who lived at the bottom.

"Be careful on the road." Wu Nai warned, then snapped his fingers, and layers of color blocks appeared around him.

"Messiah, wait, can I entrust you to help?"

Klein's expression changed, and he stopped Wu Nai before he traveled through the spirit world: "Help me take a few friends away. I'm willing to pay for it."

"Sorry, the royal family of Loen secretly supports the coming of the true Creator. The ceremony is already underway. Compared with the Witch of Despair, this is a greater hazard. I must rush over."

Wu Nai shook his head and refused, and then disappeared surrounded by colorful blocks without giving Klein any more time to ask questions.

In an underground space near the banks of the Tussock River.

Sunlight hangs down from the dome and sprinkles on the towering and magnificent altar in the center of the hall, as well as the tall and thin figures inside the altar.

The man took off his hood, revealing a beautiful and feminine face, the left chest, shoulders, abdomen, and thighs were covered with squirming, viscous fresh flesh.

It was Mr. A from the Aurora Society.

The lunatic smiled lowly while arranging the ceremony, and asked the four attendants beside him, "Are you ready? You are about to return to the embrace of the Lord."

"I can not wait any more."

One of the attendants said softly, with incomparable fanaticism in his tone: "It is our honor to be selected as a sacrifice and integrated into the Lord's body."

"Mr. A, hurry up, I smell something unexpected"

Ince Zangwill, the former owner of Al Suhod's Pen, frowned under the altar and reminded: "Messiah Behrens should have a sealed item of high level on hand. With the support of the Church of Evernight, it will be troublesome when he comes."

"Mr. Ince, don't worry, people from Church of Evernight can't come."

The person wearing the golden mask said lightly from the side:

"Firstly, the three major churches are now busy destroying the mausoleum of His Majesty George III. Secondly, Messiah Behrens thought he was smart and attracted the attention of the gods through reporting, but I heard that he who did this Because of its own particularity, it has also become the prey of the gods. The Lord of Storms, the God of Steam and Machinery, will definitely agree with us on hunting this guy, so now."

"So now just wait for me to sneak in and be hunted, right? As you wish, here I come."

A frivolous voice sounded, and he continued the words of the man wearing the golden mask with a smile, causing the complexion of everyone present to change.

In the dark of the hall, the eyes of the white saint Katerina suddenly lit up beside a gray stone pillar, a pair of straight and flawless white long legs under the white robe subconsciously clamped together, her eyes fell on a certain part of the altar and said with a smile: "Messiah Behrens, finally here, he is indeed a man like a 'god of beauty', I really want to have a few children with him, and then cultivate them into witches one by one, it must be very interesting."

"Dirty stuff from the Witch Sect, are you reminding me to kill you?"

Wu Nai, who arrived out of nowhere, frowned and glanced coldly at Katerina, then looked at Mr. A who was presiding over the ceremony on the altar and sneered, "Deliver, hurry up, I can't wait to devour the evil god and continue forging." Weapons!"

"Blasphemer, God said, you will pay the price for your words and deeds. Now is the time, Miss 'Desperate Nightingale', please go to the Eastern District and act!"

"clear."

Panatia, who was also dressed in a white robe, walked up to Ince Zangwill with her slender waist and round buttocks twisting, smiled charmingly at Wu Nai, and then disappeared together with Katerina in Ince's outline. In a bronze door that came out.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled hum from the altar, and the god descending ceremony officially began.

The four waiters around Mr. A fell down one after another. Their flesh and blood shriveled rapidly, and their skin was tightly wrapped around their bones, like mummified corpses that had been weathered for many years.

All the nutrients and spirituality in the body converged to the center of the altar.

Together with the four lives, there are also rays of light, penetrating down from the dome above the hall instead of sunlight, and quickly throwing into the altar along the stone pillars, floor, and air full of symbols and magic marks.

The essence of these lights is the resentment that has accumulated in the Eastern District so far.

The light layer is filled with illusory and transparent figures, filled with numbness, despair, pain, depression and other emotions, coming one after another.

"Hahaha not enough. Not enough."

"Sacrifice the resentment accumulated in Backlund's Eastern District. Let's do it more violently. Under the joint promotion of the Witch of Despair and the Witch of Immortality, this will be an unprecedented feast!"

"Blasphemer, the day my lord descends is the day of your suffering!"

Mr. A danced on the altar and yelled frantically:
"The Creator of all;"

"Master behind the curtain of shadow;"

"The fallen nature of all living beings."

"Your devout believer prays for your coming, I am willing to sacrifice my body;"

"Let it be a container for your great will!"

In the sound of prayers, a fiery light descended from an unknown place above Mr. A's head, completely enveloping him.

The unwillingness and resentment that turned into a human figure around him and the accumulated negative emotions rolled inward like a tide, pouring into Mr. A's body, and he held the ceremony recklessly like this, without any worry of being destroyed.

Because as soon as Wu Nai left, rays of light fell from the heights of this underground space, turning into illusory layers of pure wings.

Underneath the wings, a figure with long silver hair was outlined in the form of half-kneeling and praying, and then stood up straight.

Wearing a simple linen robe, he has a handsome face and soft features. He is the king of angels, Ouroreus the Tail Swallower!
Ouroreus's indifferent eyes were temporarily out of focus, and then reflected the image of Wu Nai in front of the altar, whose appearance was much better than his.

In his pupils, under his feet, and in the layered wings of light behind him, supernatural and mysterious circles stand out one after another, converging into an illusory long river, connected end to end like a snake and falling towards Wu Nai.

"It's really you. It seems that Brother Mao is very worried about the fact that I killed him twice. Fortunately, I was already prepared." Wu Nai took out a white paper crane and threw it towards the snake ring.

One after another mercury-colored complicated symbols flew out of this thousand paper cranes, which instantly connected into a huge illusory scaleless snake.

The dense patterns and symbols on the surface of the silver-white giant snake constitute symbolic round wheels one after another, which are almost identical to the round wheels shown by Ouroreus.

This is the contest between the mercury snake and the mercury snake!

The bright red and cold eyes of the Mercury snake led by Will Auceptin swept away, soaring into the air, under the snake ring of Ourolius, bent its body, bit its own tail, and also turned into a ring. go up.

Their shadows enveloped the entire underground hall.

Backlund East Borough, a secluded, dirty and disgusting corner of an alley, the figures of Ince Zangwill, Lady of Despair and the White Maiden were outlined out of thin air.

"You come first, I will intervene after meeting the needs of the ceremony"

Under Katerina's order, Ince Zangwill disappeared again and left here, lest innocent people be harmed.

And Panatia pulled down her veil to cover her face, and looked up at the sky, only to see that the morning sun was covered by clouds and mist, as pale as a coin.

The pale yellow mist is not particularly dense, floating in every corner of Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and moist.

It's a pity that we didn't wait until the smog was the worst and most still. Ince Zangwill had an accident, lost the pen of Al Suhod, and many things were out of control, plus Messiah Belen Si attracted the attention of the three major churches, and the action could only be advanced to today. Desperate Nightingale looked around, left the White Saint, walked out of the alley alone, and entered the street.

Her pace was very slow, as if she was wandering in a sea of ​​mist.

Where she passed, the fog became imperceptibly thicker, stained with a bit of iron-black color, and the visibility of the air decreased again.

(End of this chapter)