81 Witch Brother and Sister
Looking at the drop of blood flying towards him, Bora Kash nodded, took the blood and closed his eyes.
The drop of blood floated in the air, flashing a strange luster. After a moment, Bora Kash opened his eyes again.
"I can't predict the outcome either," he immediately burned the drop of blood, "It seems that the other party is very good at counter-divination. Perhaps the two demigods who attacked you performed counter-divination on themselves and each other in two ways after they were defeated by you."
"Maybe the other party is an angel, but if that's the case, there's no way you can come back here alive."
"Is that so?" Katarina rubbed her head, accepting her previous failure. "I'll take my leave and return to Loen's affairs."
"Finish the task as soon as possible," Bora Kash sat on the air as if there was a chair there, "Also, I have other things on hand recently and need to go out for a while."
"You don't need to come to me for your mission report from now on. Go report to the Purple Witch."
Katarina walked into the mirror world and was about to identify the way and return to Loen as quickly as possible, but she found a colleague walking towards her.
This colleague also has a Sequence 3 rank, but is only less than 1.4 meters tall. This lolita body type can be said to be an outlier among the "Witch" paths, which are known for mature and tall women.
Matching her height, she looks like a little girl, with a completely undeveloped body, neither curvy nor rounded, and it is completely impossible to tell that she is a Sequence 3 [Witch].
Catalina even heard some rumors that this colleague's breasts were too small, which made it impossible for her to feed her child enough, so she had to spend extra money to hire a wet nurse.
To be honest, Catalina didn't believe the rumor at all, because she didn't think it was possible for such a small baby to get pregnant.
"Hi, Katarina," the witch waved to her politely, "How have you been lately?"
"Not so good," Catalina replied unhappily, "I got beaten for no reason, and my resurrection mirror was found, so I had to build a new one."
"Is that so?" The witch nodded.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"Let's go back to Loen," Katarina shrugged. "Even if we get beaten up, we still have to complete the mission."
"By the way, Yuna, Lord Bora Kashi said that he has other things on his hands recently. Do you know what it is?" Katerina asked curiously, "He shouldn't hide it from his sister, right?"
[Silver Witch] Yuna Tamara is Bora's biological sister, at least that's what they both said. At the same time, her surname is also strong evidence for other witches to infer Bora's surname.
"Other things?" Yuna stroked her chin.
After thinking about it carefully, "It should be that matter, right? He is probably going to visit Feynaport."
"Fenaport? My Lord, what is He doing there?
"What?" Catalina teased curiously, "Does your Excellency have a lover there?"
"What are you thinking about?" Yuna rolled her eyes at her.
"I have a lover there. If you go to Feynaport, there is only one place you can go, and that is Santa Port."
"He probably went there once before," she said, "after all, there are some incredible things hidden in that port."
"Something incredible?" Catalina became even more curious. "What is it?"
"Something that can destroy this world,"
Na grinned, "Except for true gods and angels, even most demigods will die under that thing."
"Of course, we don't have to worry. The mirror world will not be affected. No, our anchor will disappear too." Yuna seemed to be lost in thought.
Catalina swallowed her saliva, and her mind couldn't help but
I imagine the world being destroyed.
scene.
"One hundred pounds... two hundred pounds... eight hundred pounds."
Emlyn was happily counting money at home.
Jiao couldn't help but smile. Just yesterday, he finally received the reward from the World.money comes quickly, in large quantities, and easily, so much so that Emlyn really hopes there will be more such tasks.
He did not go to the Harvest Church today, but planned to stay at home and not go anywhere. The reason was simple: he wanted to be lazy for a day.
To be honest, it wasn't really laziness, because Emlyn planned to visit a puppet master in the West End and buy a brand new puppet to take home.
Yes, for Emlyn, this is not laziness at all, it is one of the most important things in his life.
Thirty minutes later...
The secret monitor of the Church of Storms covered his head speechlessly, watching Emlyn return home with a life-sized doll. The monitor covered his face with his hands, as did the monitor from MI9.
"Brother," the Storm Church monitor looked at his counterpart from MI9, "can you count how many puppets are in his room?"
"Well... big and small..." The MI9 official counted them, "about 100 in total."
"I've never seen such a fanatical puppet enthusiast..." said the man from the Church of Storms, "Should we get a puppet to check if this is a product of black magic?"
"I don't sense any traces of dark magic," said the MI9 member, a [Sheriff]. "I think these dolls are really just ordinary dolls."
"Let's go back," said the member of the Church of Storms. "This kind of person won't help our mission no matter how you think about it. I've had enough of him anyway."
"That's right, go back. At least you have to change shifts."
After saying that, the two of them left their posts.
Inside the house, Emlyn's nose also sensed a corresponding weakening of the smell.
"What a hassle..." Emlyn curled his lips, "They ruined my good mood for the day. Fortunately, they left."
At this moment, Emlyn suddenly had an inspiration and turned to look under his bed with a puzzled look on his face.
He reached out his hand and groped under the bed, took out a box, and blew away the dust that had accumulated on the box.
Then, Emlyn held the lid of the box and slowly
He opened it and looked inside the box.
There was nothing stored in the box, but it contained some kind of silvery-white liquid. For some reason, the more Emlyn looked at it, the more familiar it looked, and the more relaxed he felt.
He searched his own reserves of knowledge about the occult, and finally, he remembered what it was.
"Is this box made of white iron?" Emlyn looked around the box and came to a conclusion.
White Iron is a metallic spiritual material. It is also one of the metals representing the moon required for the promotion ceremony of [Crimson Scholar]. This metal will actively gather moonlight and accumulate it into liquid.
This liquid is a very good pharmaceutical material for extraordinary people of the [Pharmacist] path. Of course, since spiritual materials such as white iron are relatively common, this pharmaceutical material is also very common for vampires.
These are not the main points. After all, if that were the case, Emlyn would probably just sigh that he had two hundred pounds hidden under his bed without knowing it.
The point is, this white iron box seems to be talking to Emlyn.
"I hope..." the voice was low and intermittent, "buy... extraordinary potion... extraordinary potion that can increase resistance...
"Who are you? Why should I sell it to you? What can you pay me?" Emlyn asked.
"I am only a circulator..." the box said slowly, "I buy potions for Voisin Sanson... I can pay in gold pounds."
"Vazan Sanson?" Emlyn narrowed his eyes. "I've heard of this name."
Of course he had heard of it, because the serial killer who had recently caused trouble in Backlund had committed crimes near his home.
He remembered it very clearly, because during the day of that day, a night watchman named Leonard Mitchell came to the Harvest Church to look for him. After him, the official Beyonders continued to investigate him.Official extraordinary people continued to investigate him.
And the person who died half a block away from his home that day was Voisin Sanson.
"Wasn't he dead? How did he come back to life?" Emlyn asked, "And he even came to buy medicine."
"Sell it or not....." The talking box obviously has no patience. "Not selling it,
"Oh," Emlyn curled his lips, "two pounds a portion."
After saying that, Emlyn took out two potions and put them in the box.
"Give me the money," he said, and held out his hand.
Emlyn didn't have to wait for the payment because the box disappeared right in front of him.
"Okay, okay..." Emlyn's face twisted, "Buy the King of Medicine, right?"
He suddenly took out another bottle of medicine and drank it in one gulp.
"Do you really think I don't know where you come from, [Broker]?!"82: Believers of Fate
Somewhere in the Backlund Bridge area.
"The power of destiny! You are the past, the present, and the future! You are the cause, the result, and the process."
"I pray to you, pray for your gift; I pray that you will grant me the power of a [mendicant monk]!!"
"Tulip, the herb of destiny, please pass on your power to my spell!"
"Gray amber, the herb of destiny, please pass on your power to my spell!"
Wailing sounds were heard, and several girls wailed and screamed wildly, and in front of these girls was a girl who looked only five years old.
This girl is beyond the beauty of the world, with perfect cheeks, a high nose bridge, rosy lips that are neither too thin nor too thick, and skin without a single flaw.
It is as if it is the collection of all the beauty in this world and the synonym of all good things.
And now, this extremely beautiful child was standing in front of the altar, watching in ecstasy as the girls' struggling and twisting bodies were swallowed up bit by bit by the altar, and listening to their wailing sounds like wonderful heavenly music.
"Well done, Roxie."
Voisin Sanson looked at the bottle of medicine in his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and immediately felt refreshed all over.
"I'm almost catching up with my father, the [Bid-Bearer]." He looked at his hands and clenched his fists. "The [Bid-Bearer] is good in every way, but it has too many side effects."
"When you get more gifts and become an Ascetic, things will get much better," his wife Constance Sanson said, "When you become an Ascetic, you will have great endurance and be able to bear more contracts."
"I hope my daughter won't chase me. She is really gifted." After saying that, Voisin Sanson looked at his daughter, Rosie Louise Sanson.
"Luo Xi, you just got the [Monk with a Bowl]
"Is it a gift from God?" asked Vasant Sanson, "Did the great god of destiny give you any revelation through his gift?"
"Yes," Luo Xi raised her head and said with her bright face.
She looked at her father with her gorgeous, white, flawless face, "The great God of Fate told me that I will have a new name in the future."
"Fate says my new name will be Aurora Lee."
"What a strange name?" Vossen Sanson said, touching his head, "But since this is the fate God has appointed for you, we'd better accept it."
"After all, our daughter is very talented.
"I'm so proud of you," Constance Sanson said with a smile, "At the age of five, she knew how to arrange a ritual and offer a living sacrifice to the great god of fate."
"Their dying cries are just the right match for the gift you have."
"I will definitely sacrifice more people to the great God of Fate," Luo Xi's light blue eyes flashed with determination, "I will definitely receive more gifts."
"Well," Wazan Sanson nodded, "the god of fate will definitely favor us."
"Constace, when we get more gifts, we can have a few more children and establish an organization to serve God." Vossan Sanson said, "Let's name the organization "Sinners"."
"We still need more money," she nodded, "Once we help the Loen people sell their population, we will have enough start-up capital."
"Well, we have to leave Loen as soon as possible. That serial killer is crazy!" He was terrified when he thought of the killer. "If we hadn't used the [Substitution Technique] to prepare a substitute in advance, we would have died at the hands of that devil long ago."
"[Substitution Technique]...." Constace repeated, and suddenly remembered something, revealing a wanton smile, "Perhaps we don't need to get more gifts before having children."
"We can start now...
Luo Xi: "[DATA EXPUNGED]...
(Reason for deletion: Involves chaotic ethics and sexual relationships that are unacceptable to society, as well as distorted concepts.) 2
●?It's not what I thought, right?
Constace: "[DATA EXPUNGED]...."for deletion: Contains a lot of pornographic descriptions and similarly distorted ethical concepts.)
When Emlyn arrived, he wished there was something wrong with his eyes and ears.
He was so stunned for a moment that he didn't know what to do.
"This is too much...Emlyn felt that his vision was tainted, "This is outrageous!!'
'Beast...worse than beasts!!' He closed his eyes, a volcanic rage brewing in his heart, "Is this still a father?
"Is this still a human being?!" He opened his eyes, "Beast...beast father...[DATA EXPUNGED]...a bunch of rubbish...
[DATA EXPUNGED]'s joyful voice reached its climax, and Emlyn could no longer suppress his anger. He took out the magic potion and drank it all.
He transformed into a pitch-black shadow and rushed up. In the shadow, pitch-black sharp claws broke out and stabbed straight at Vossan Sanson.
Inspiration was triggered violently, and Voisin Sanson retreated suddenly, avoiding the dark claws, but Constace, who was entangled with him, was not so lucky.
Constace had just reached the point of [DATA DELETED] where she was shaking and felt so weak that she couldn't avoid the claw at all.
She was pierced through the abdomen alive, and then the attacker pierced through the chest and lifted her into the air.
"Dirty thing…Emlyn White's face twisted into a nauseous expression. "I've never been so disgusted…"
As Emlyn said this, he swung his sword hard and tore Constance Samson into two halves.
Large amounts of blood mixed with turbid white [DATA DELETED] sprayed out, instantly staining the entire room and Emlyn as well.
Under normal circumstances, he would probably scream in disgust at being so dirty and would have to stay in the bathroom for at least 24 hours before coming out, but now he didn't feel that he was dirty at all.
Because he knew very well that the person opposite him was the real dirty thing. In comparison, even if he was covered in blood or even [Data Deleted], it was nothing at all.
"Whether it's your [DATA EXPUNGED] or your dirty talk about [DATA EXPUNGED]," Emlyn said as he shook off the blood and [DATA EXPUNGED] on his claws, "or your dirty talk about [DATA EXPUNGED]."
"It's so disgusting! It's so dirty! You are polluting my eyes by letting you stand in my sight.
"For the sake of my eyesight…" Emlyn said as he grew a [Corrosive Claw] on his other hand as well.
"Disappear for me!!"
Then he transformed into a black shadow and pounced towards the person in front of him, swung his sharp claws down, and went straight for his head.
Voisin Sanson ducked and dodged the attacker.
The sharp claws came, but the attack was not limited to this. After the attack missed, Emlyn immediately turned left and used his left claw to
Sweep up.
Voisin Sanson dodged again, and more claws followed.
"Bump bump!!"
Vossan Sanson struggled to block Emlyn's fierce attack, and every blow from Emlyn made him tremble with fear.
With his body alone, it was impossible for him to block Emlyn's [Corrosion Claws] head-on. He could only avoid it as much as possible and attack the part of his palm that didn't have the Corrosion Claws to deflect it. "Ahhhhh!!!"
Voisin Sanson screamed and drew back his hand, leaving bloody, smoking claw marks all over his hand.
"Go to hell!!"
Countless magic flowers emerged from all directions, opened their bloody mouths, rushed straight towards Emlyn, and swallowed him in one gulp.
"Hiss-"
The two sharp claws pierced through the huge magic flower and pulled it violently to both sides, tearing it apart, revealing Emlyn who was covered in plant juice.
More magic flowers came towards him. Seeing this, Emlyn stepped forward fearlessly.
The magic flowers rushed madly, drowning Emlyn. The magic flowers rushed to the end of the [Fictional Bottle] with terrible momentum, but when the sea of flowers
After the roar, Emlyn still stood still.
[Claws of Corrosion] swung violently, instantly tearing apart the invading magic flowers in front of it. The sharp claws swung, tearing countless flowers into pieces.
Pitch-black bat wings spread out from behind Emlyn, instantly transforming into countless bats that rushed towards the countless huge flowers in front of them, tearing the flowers into pieces in an instant.
After the flowers were defeated, Vossen Sanson finally appeared, but at this moment he was holding a skull with a grin on his face. The skull's empty eye sockets looked at Emlyn, flashing a strange light.
Emlyn suddenly felt uncomfortable all over, and all parts of his body began to fester and shrink unconsciously, and the [Abyss Magic Flowers] swept in again.
"I see."
The magic flower swallowed Emlyn with its huge mouth, but Emlyn's voice did not sound panic at all. Then the huge magic flower was torn into pieces again, and Emlyn walked out again.
"Hahahahahaha, it's over, assassin!!" Voisin Sanson laughed wildly.
"My [Skull Curse] has taken effect!!
The juice of the [Abyss Demon Flower] is also extremely poisonous! With two heavy blows, you will fall down in an instant!!"
"In this [Fictional Bottle], even your wailing can be heard!!"
"Hahahahaha…." Emlyn laughed out loud.
"Poison?" Emlyn couldn't hold back any longer after hearing what he said. "You actually spoke nonsense about poison in front of a Sequence 6 Pharmacist?"
"With just this little bit of poison, you're just dreaming if you think you can poison me," Emlyn said as he took out a bottle of medicine and a talisman. "As for the curse... I'm still resistant to it."
"Just take a good look at what happens next.
"Well," Emlyn said, reciting an ancient Hermetic language, "The moon."Menus Chapter 83: Hopeless
A small crimson moon appeared in the sky, and then it disappeared as if it had been hit by a total lunar eclipse.
At the same time, Voisin Sanson suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"My magic flower… How is this possible?!" He looked at the decaying magic flowers in disbelief, "What on earth did you do...?"
Before he finished speaking, the dark [Abyss Shackles] emerged from the shadows around him and tied him up, and Emlyn also had a long [Abyss Shackles] in his hand.
"Drink!!!"
Emlyn swung the chain and whipped it backwards, instantly knocking away Roche Louise Sanson, who was standing next to him, and also knocking away the pistol loaded with purification bullets in her hand.
"Children should not touch topics about gender," Emlyn flicked the whip casually, "nor should they touch dangerous things like guns."
On the other side, Vasant Sanson tried desperately to summon the [Abyss Flower] again and break free from the shackles, but he couldn't do it because the shackles were too strong.
"How weak!" Emlyn shook his head as he twisted the shackles around his arms like a gauntlet. "If I locked that giant old man up, I could definitely use brute force to break the shackles open."
"I saw it. Every time you use your extraordinary ability, the tattoo on your body will emit spiritual fluctuations." Emlyn looked at the tattoo on Vasant Sansong's body. "There is no doubt that your ability comes from them."
"There is no doubt that this is a symbol of some kind of [boarding] or [contract]. No matter who the tattoo represents, it can only come from a spirit or the spirit world. After all, extraordinary conservation means that any power must have a source.
"Since it's the spirit world and spirit bodies, it's easy." Emlyn spread out his dark bat wings behind him. "We vampires are good at creating a full moon and hiding the moon."
"The former can strengthen the spirit, the spirit world, and death, while the latter does the opposite." Countless bats flew towards Vasant Samson and drowned him.
"No matter how strong your contract or spirit is, you, as the party to the contract, are the biggest weakness."
"[Lost Moon] can interfere with the overlap between the spirit world and reality, greatly interfering with your ability to gain power from spirit world creatures."
"No matter how powerful the opponent is, as long as you can't receive it, doesn't that mean you have no power?"
The bats dispersed, and Voisin Sanson was
The bat had eaten away at it and it was riddled with holes. It fell helplessly. "Dad!!"
Roche Louise Sanson screamed and crawled over and shook her father hard.
"Don't sleep! Wake up! Wake up!!"
Her voice was filled with tears.
"Wake up!" She looked at Em.
Lin, "How could you do this!! I have no father and no mother now!!"
"Poor child," Emlyn shook his head sympathetically.
He shook his head, "It's not your fault that you were born into a cult family, but in the end, whether you were willing or forced, you still led the evil sacrifice."
......Such a young child, brainwashed by a cult.......want to be with his father [data deleted
"Perhaps we can take her back and ask Mr. [Patient] to cleanse the evil in her and let her live... Emlyn was moved with compassion.
Heart.
'For such a young child, it is really unbearable to purify him by death...
"Perhaps she can still be saved…
"Mom and Dad are dead... Rosie Louise Sanson collapsed on the ground, "I will never have brothers or sisters again...
"Unless..." She licked her pink lips and raised her graceful chin, revealing her flawless face, as if filled with hunger and desire, "Unless I [DATA EXPUNGED]."
Seeing what the girl did next, Emlyn froze instantly, his mind going blank.
He was at a loss, his whole body seemed petrified.
She didn't cry or get angry, she just walked towards the body.She didn't cry or get angry, she just walked towards the body.
Then she [DATA EXPUNGED]
(Reason for data deletion: too disgusting, pornographic, and against ethical and healthy sexual relationships)
This time, Emlyn could no longer suppress his nausea and vomited on the spot.
"I was wrong," Emlyn confessed while vomiting, 'I was wrong, she is hopeless
'Death is the only fate she deserves.
With trembling arms, he pulled out a bottle of potion and crushed it. The pitch-black bat wings transformed into countless bats that merged with the potion and turned into black flames that covered the entire room.
"No!!!!"
"I haven't reached [DATA EXPUNGED] yet!!!"
Rosie Louise Sanson sat on the body of Voisin Sanson, screaming in pain as she was burned by the flames, but even the black flames could not stop her from [DATA EXPUNGED].
"I have not received any more gifts... God's organization has not yet been established.
"I shouldn't die... I still want to be Aurora Lee... I haven't become... Aurora Lee yet... "
"No matter what you haven't become yet, I am definitely only one step away from becoming a mental patient." Emlyn stood up, looking at the black flames burning the entire room, his whole body trembling.
The black flames burned the bodies, burned Rosie Louise Sanson who had not yet become Auror Lee, and burned most of the extraordinary traces and details of the battle, as if they had never existed.
Then the black flames turned into a bitumen-like substance, covering the entire room. As Emlyn stretched out his hand, all the black bitumen turned into bats and returned to Emlyn's body.
Emlyn, looking at the scene, always felt as if he had forgotten something.
Soon, he realized what he had forgotten.
He walked to the pile of tarot cards nearby, waved his hand, and scattered the tarot cards on the ground where Roche-Louis Sanson and Voisin Sanson died, but for some reason he still had one card left in his hand.
Emlyn glanced at the remaining card and couldn't help but smile. His nausea eased. He picked up a stool and placed it on the pile of tarot cards, then placed the last tarot card on top.
That is a Moon card.
"A patient who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
"Your faithful servant asks for your favor and hearing, and asks for your mercy."
"I killed a scumbag named Voisin Sanson, and although my injuries were not serious, I think my mental health has suffered a severe blow."
"I request the assistance of Miss Justice to give me psychological treatment as soon as possible.....84: Prelude to the Revolution
"Emlyn killed Vasant Sanson. It was the Vasant Sanson I knew, right?" Klein muttered to himself in the gray fog.
"They actually survived the serial killer's attack...did they use the so-called [Substitution Technique] to fake their own death and escape?" Klein analyzed carefully.
"Well, that should be the case. I wanted to catch him myself and ask him about human trafficking...but the clue is gone..."
"It's really pitiful for a child born into a cult family. He didn't do anything wrong, but he got such parents. He can only run wildly on the wrong path... ...It's not Emlyn's fault for killing people."
After analyzing for a while, Klein threw a paper angel to Emlyn and passed his prayer image to Miss Justice.
In. Hall's castle, East Chestershire
Audrey looked at the prayer forwarded by the Fool and immediately told the patient that she had plenty of time and could treat him at any time. Then she fell silent.
She really didn't expect that there would be such filthy and beastly parents.
Just as she was about to analyze it, she noticed a noisy sound outside the room. Puzzled, she opened the door and looked out.
"The situation in Backlund is becoming increasingly tense. It's like a powder keg that could explode at any time..." Earl Hall said to the church's bodyguard with a serious expression.
"I can't imagine what's going to happen next."
"The goddess will protect us," the bodyguard tapped his chest four times, "The Archbishop will never sit idly by and wait for death."
"I hope so." Earl Hall sighed and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
"Dad," Audrey called out to Earl Hall from behind, "what happened?"
"There are many, my dear." Earl Hall smiled bitterly, "There are many."
"The serial killer has not been caught yet. He is still lurking in Backlund, still planning bloody massacres." He covered his forehead with his hands in pain.
"The night before yesterday, Mr. X from the Aurora Society was inexplicably assassinated. Although the assassination failed, the assassin escaped."
"The traces at the scene show that the assassin used a very powerful extraordinary power. The Storm Church has now begun a comprehensive search."
"Coupled with the earlier large-scale mirror shattering and numerous fragmentary supernatural events..."
"The entire Backlund is like a huge
It's a powder keg, all it needs is someone to light a spark."
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Audrey was a little unbelievable. "Why haven't the three major churches and MI9 solved any major cases so far?"
"That's why Backlund is said to be a powder keg that could explode at any time," said the bodyguard at the side.
"Behind every incident, there are high-level forces involved, and behind every criminal, there seem to be countless conspiracies."
"The three major churches are already running short of manpower, and the team of Extraordinary People has also begun to expand on a large scale. The only thing left is to post recruitment ads for wild Extraordinary People." The bodyguard looked helpless.
'And on this basis, we [Tarot Club] are also taking action, "Audrey's uncontrollable thoughts
Dao, Mr. [World] has already attempted to assassinate him, although he failed...
Mr. Moon and Fowles are also planning
Steal the Eggers family mask...
[Fool] Sir, what do you want to do here?
What is Beckland looking for?" Audrey couldn't help but put her hands together in front of her chest.
"Is it to find out the secrets of the royal family?
"May this all end soon," Audrey began to pray, "May it end soon."
"Alas," Earl Hall also folded his hands and began to pray, "The impact of Duke Nigan's death will eventually
It gradually began to show, this is simply the era
"In the secular world, the power structure of government
In the midst of drastic changes, the House of Lords is doing its best to retain power, and the House of Commons is desperately fighting for power.
force. "
"The church and the king are also fighting fiercely.
The army, the people, the nobles.....