Lord of the Mysteries

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Hearing the question of Fulth, he hesitated:

"We were discovered..."

In this sentence, they have just said something similar, but now they repeat it, but they don’t mean the same thing. They used to recognize that Sherman’s things were discovered by the secret protectors or monitors. The focus now is There is no secret in the choices or arrangements of the choices and corresponding actions that are behind the scenes.

This means that the opportunity of Hugh’s eagerness may actually appear, but there is nothing to guess behind it.

"If we follow the intent of the ‘message’, the final result will depend entirely on whether she has goodwill, and we can’t control it.” Hugh added a rational point of view.

The reason why she used "her" to represent the person behind the scenes was because she thought of the quiet sweet smell that she smelled when she lost Sherman.

Fols quietly listened and agreed to nod:

"Yes, we are too passive for the whole thing. The best choice is to leave here..."

As soon as the voice fell, she looked at the warehouse and opened her mouth, but nothing was added.

She thought of Sherman's current situation and suspected that "he" was in deep danger, but in the end she deliberately ignored it and did not mention it.

For her, Sherman is just a person who exists in Hugh's description. It is similar to the character in the novel. If she has the ability to have a chance and save her, she is willing, so she must take risks and let Friends become arrogant and have a life threat, which will certainly not be considered.

Take a break and say:

"Okay, let's leave now.

"However, the ‘message’ person is certainly not willing to see us doing this, there will inevitably be some obstruction.

"Forehead, in this way, we fled from different directions, so that the only one can choose one side. Whoever successfully broke away from this area, immediately created a movement, and brought the official extraordinary."

“Why don’t you create a movement directly here?” Foers asked the subconscious.

"This will definitely be blocked or destroyed!" Hugh gave his reasons.

Fols thought thoughtfully at the bottom:

"It makes sense.

"Okay, don't delay, start acting."

After the break, I opened the mouth and held a transparent, almost invisible three-sided thorn. The cat was on the waist and pulled out of the hiding place. The area covered by the shadows ran to the outside of the pier.

The triangular thorn is the magical item that she used to make the "hidden" lady of the Tarot Society, costing 500 pounds of cash, and entrusting the "artisan" with the dust and residual spirituality of the ancient grievances, called "the cold blade."

Anyone who is hit by this weapon, even if it is only encountered, will fall into a freezing stiffness, even the thoughts are not controlled by themselves, as if they are possessed by grievances. At the same time, once the battle continues, the "cold blade" Even if the enemy does not have direct contact with the three-pointed thorn, it will gradually appear that the thought is turning slower and the movement is dull.

The negative effect of the "Cold Blade" is not so terrible, and there is only one, that is, let the carrier lose a little bit of temperature and change to the direction of the dead. Once the time limit is exceeded, the process will not be reversed.

Therefore, Hugh recently loves running more, or riding a bicycle quickly, in order to self-produce heat, against the loss of temperature.

Even so, she will only have to let the "cool blade" leave the body, from 3 hours to 4 hours.

After running for a while, I took a look back and found that Firth had gone through the wall and disappeared into the place where she had been hiding.

Gazing for two seconds, Hugh bite his lips, violently turned his body and changed his direction.

She went straight to the warehouse and went!

Soon, she arrived at the side of the destination, but did not rush to the entrance, looked up and looked up, seems to want to find another channel, more hidden and not to be noticed by the insiders.

At this time, she instinctively leaned over her head and saw the corner of the wall, flashing a figure.

The figure was wearing a black dress, with a micro-volume brown hair and a pair of light blue eyes, it was Folswall.

"Are you not leaving?" After a surprise, he did not forget to suppress the voice.

Fols snorted and said:

"Are you not escaping here too?"

I couldn't find a language response after a break, and asked after a few seconds:

"How did you find out?"

"You didn't even mention Sherman's business. It's not like you! I'm ready to persuade you!" Folse responded quite quickly.

"..." Hughed and said with a complex expression, "You don't have to come back."

Forsy ignored her words and pressed the wall on the side of the warehouse:

"Let's go on, maybe we don't have to worry about this because it is over.

"Oh, I didn't even think of such a good solution. I should speak directly and insist on going to save people with you. You will certainly dissuasize, refuse to agree, just want to act on your own, repeat the conversation several times, and things will happen. I am finished."

Hugh looked at his friends deeply, no longer hesitated, carrying the "cold blade" and stood next to her.

Fols immediately flipped "Le Mano's travel notes" and added some extraordinary effects to himself and his friends. Then he put away the magic book, grabbed the arm of Hugh and grabbed the wall with one hand.

Hugh was waiting for the "open door" to enter, but found that Fols did not immediately launch the ability.

The best-selling author sighed and said quickly:

"After entering, we first hide the observations and confirm that there is really a chance to do it again.

"If there is no chance, or the opportunity can't be grasped, then we will leave quickly, so at least we can revenge for Sherman, not funeral!

"There is a variety of possibilities to live..."

Hugh nodded and responded seriously:

"it is good."

Fols also wants to say a few more words, but it can be considered that it has been delayed for a while, can not be delayed, and had to "open" the door of illusion, with a break through the wall, came to a row of wooden boxes.

For her, who was no longer a jerky, the instinct went down and took out the “Lermano travel notes” and turned it to one of the pages.

Hugh also rushed into the depths without slamming, bent down the back, and put his eyes in the gap between the wooden boxes to observe the situation in the empty area:

The female-looking Sherman did not sit anxiously on a wooden box. The brown hair seemed to be blown by the wind and gently swayed.

It was the Viscount of Stafford who stood in front of her. The court guardian tightened his neckline and wondered what he was looking around for a circle:

"Unfortunately, you are just a witch."

"Reassured, I will let you die without any pain, so that you can be thoroughly purified."

During the conversation, he took an item from the inside pocket of the garment.

Hugh took advantage of the elevated vision of the "Interrogator" potion and clearly saw the appearance of the item:

This is a cross-brown ornament with a few spikes on it, as if it had penetrated.

Its style and characteristics are not found in the northern countries of the Fifth Age, showing an ancient charm.

"Very good, you know that resistance is useless." Viscount Stewart said that he would hold one of the fingers of the patina and press it on one of the spikes.

His bright red blood suddenly flowed out, and was immediately absorbed by the spikes and infiltrated into the object.

The mottled patina on the surface of the cross began to disintegrate, and quickly peeled off, revealing the entity in which the light below condensed.

That is, one or two seconds, the items held by the Viscount of Fordford became a shining cross!

It exudes pureness without a glimmer of light, and the surrounding area is illuminated very brightly.

The shadow of the wooden box flew away here, and the dark spots caused by the walls evaporated like water.

By the side of Sherman, countless spiders that belonged to Terry have been floating in succession. If they are struggling in the fire, they will melt away in a few moments.

The light is getting brighter and brighter, but it doesn't pierce the eyes at all. In the snowman body, a black flame is formed, and a piece of crystal ice is formed.

They are lightened and transparent in the light, until they disappear.

In the scope of the "Glorious Cross", there is no sinful existence, no darkness remains!

Seeing Sherman's expression began to distort, Hugh couldn't help but look at Folls.

She can clearly feel the horror of the "Glorious Cross" and the wavering of whether or not to save people.

Fols also noticed what happened there, pointing to "Le Mano's travel notes", erecting the index finger of his left hand and speaking at the ear of Huo with a very low voice:

"Only one chance.

"I will try to help you create. If you don't succeed, or you can't grasp it, then we will give up."

Hugh did not hesitate, Zheng focused on the bottom.

Fols immediately straightened his body and turned "Le Mano's travel notes" to a yellowed page.

On top of this page, it is full of complex, distorted, hard-to-describe symbols and logos that intuitively give the feeling of screaming.

"Sailor" approach half-god ability, "tornado"!

Looking around again, confirming that there were no other enemies, Fols's line of sight crossed the gap between the wooden boxes, locking the Viscount of Fordford, and the fingers slid lightly over the page of the yellow.

The sound of the cymbal suddenly exploded, and the hurricane visible to the naked eye plucked from the foot of Viscountford, and rushed toward the air.

The court guard chief suddenly suffered such a terrible attack and could not maintain the balance. He was directly brought up by the tornado and slammed into the top of the warehouse.

Bang!

The top of the warehouse was torn by the hurricane, some collapsed down, and some swirled in the wind, getting higher and higher.

Viscount Stefford was almost stunned and could no longer hold the "Glorious Cross" and let it fly out of his palm.

The spike was detached from the corresponding finger with a touch of blood, and the mottled patina reappeared the surface of the cross.

No trace of light disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Hugh did not hesitate to rush out of the hiding place, the eyes of the Viscounts first reflected in the eyelids, and then lit up two glaring "lightning."

"spiritual piercing"!