In the crimson but dim moonlight, Emlyn pulled out a metal vial, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

Then, as if he had become a shadow, he floated on the wall and the floor, following Ruth Bathory quickly and silently.

The Bloods have always been known for their speed, and the two barons ran one after the other, one behind the other, through the dark alleys and the edges of the darkened streets, and it took more than half an hour to reach the chaotic and filthy East End, stopping in front of an old apartment.

Seeing that Ruth Bartholi had chosen to climb the pipe and make his way to the third floor with minimal movement, Emlyn slowed down and did not rush to stay behind the other party, as it would be easy to spot.

After thinking about it for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume-like bottle, unscrewed the lid, pressed it down, and sprayed the liquid inside.

This potion has only one effect, and that is to eliminate the smell of itself, consistent with the surroundings!

Placing the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out another brass-colored metal vial and drank the liquid inside with a grunt.

"'Potions Professor' is a nuisance......" he muttered, looking down to see his hands becoming transparent inch by inch, and brass metal vials that seemed to float in front of the cuffs.

By the time Emlin stuffed the vial back, all that was left was a suit, a top hat, and a pair of unbuckled, untied leather shoes, which formed a humanoid form and moved around.

Another fully transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floating in mid-air, pressing itself, and spraying its contents onto the garment.

Little by little, the silhouettes of formal wear, top hats and leather shoes fade and eventually disappear.

Emlyn, who had completed his "stealth", glanced at the room that Ruth Bathory had entered, climbed the pipe invisibly and silently, and chased after it with extreme speed.

Taking advantage of the window ajar, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without making a single movement, hiding in a corner, watching Ruth Bathory, with a slender but smelly face, looking for a target.

The latter's brow gradually furrowed, because the place was empty, not to mention people, not even the mosquitoes that had been active in the last week.

And this blood baron can be sure that the "moon puppet" is here.

Suddenly, a squeaky sound sounded, breaking the frozen silence.

The door to the room receded, and a woman in a long black dress walked in slowly, looked at Ruz Bathory, and said in a fluttering tone:

"Who are you looking for......"

Emlin followed the prestige, and saw that the comer had a darker complexion, slender eyebrows, soft contour lines, and drooping corners of his mouth, which was the target Windsor.

However, in Emlyn's eyes, the devout disciple of the "Primordial Moon" has changed from the portrait of her, and now her eyes are curved, her eyebrows are curved, and her mouth is curved, as if she is mimicking the current Crimson Moon.

And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her bare skin, all grew sun-dried withered grass and flowers, clumps and flowers.

...... Hey, what did Ruth Bathory sell her? How did it come to this? Emlyn was startled, and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

At the same time, clumps of dead grass grew on the ground, walls, doorways, and ceilings, mixed with withered flowers.

They completely isolate the room from the outside world, creating a very eerie scene.

Ruth Bathory smelled the danger and did not attempt to speak, but without hesitation took out a metal vial and drank the liquid from it.

Syllable!

He dropped the bottle and threw himself at the mutant Windsor, his fingernails stretched out, black air outside his body.

Windsor, studded with withered grass and dried flowers, met it with the same speed as a large rag doll, completely unconcerned that she was hurting and clawed at Rune Bathory.

Bang bang bang!

After a series of collisions, Ruth Bathory flew upside down and crashed into the wall.

The sleeves of his shirt had been torn off, and the scratches of white bones could be seen on his skin.

And between the flesh and blood, the dried grass and flowers are slowly growing outward!

What a monster...... Emlyn had encountered such an enemy for the first time, and had been cowering in a corner, almost forgetting to help.

He didn't show up recklessly, and thoughts flashed through his mind as he watched Ruth Bathory's battle with Windsor and consider how to deal with the situation.

The weirdest thing is the dead grass and the flowers...... Dead grass and flowers...... They're supposed to be afraid of fire!Emlyn was moved, and immediately gave up stealth, took out another metal vial, unscrewed the lid, and gulped.

With a pop, he squirted out all the liquid in his mouth.

As soon as the gray-red droplets touched the air, they burst into flames, extending to the side.

Flames on top of flames, flames on flames, instantly turning the room into a sea of crimson!

With a crackling sound, the sun-dried dead grass and flowers were set on fire one after another, infecting their companions at great speed.

In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was close to being destroyed, and the dead grass and dried flowers on Windsor's body began to burn.

By this time, Ruth Bathory had a large hole dug in his chest, and he had lost most of his combat power, and was struggling to maintain it by relying on the Bloodline's super recovery ability.

Looking at the torch-like enemy, Emlyn was keenly aware of the decline of the opponent's aura, and without hesitation, he pounced on it, circled Windsor, and grabbed it continuously.

On the soles of his feet, black qi rose one after another, wrapping around the primordial moon believer, like a shackle with vitality.

Bang bang bang!

In the fierce and short sound, the two figures suddenly approached.

All movement vanished, and Emlyn grabbed Windsor by the throat with his left palm, lifting her up.

After hesitating for a second, seeing the hideous appearance of the other party, he clicked and twisted the enemy's neck.

Syllable!

A small, slender puppet studded with withered grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor to the ground, and the flames in the room gradually subsided.

Emlyn tore off Windsor's mutated head, turned his body, looked at Ruth Bathory, who was gasping violently, pressed his free right hand to his chest, and saluted with a smile:

"Thank you for your help. ”

Seeing that Ruth Bathory suddenly became angry and unable to snatch it, Emlyn was in a very good mood and added two sentences:

"Remember to give that puppet and the extraordinary properties of the precipitation to Lord Nibais, they are very problematic. ”

After speaking, the black qi behind him condensed, and two illusory bat wings grew.

With a bang, flapping his wings, Emlyn turned and flew out of the window, landing down the dark alley nearby.

After stepping on the ground, he put away the condensed black qi and glanced back.

Seeing that Ruth Bathory did not follow, Emlyn breathed a sigh of relief, clenched her fist to her mouth, and muttered as she coughed:

"I hate fire, I hate smoke!"

He was about to get away from the East End, and suddenly a chill felt behind him.

Emlyn tensed up, picked up Windsor's mutated head, turned slowly, and looked into the shadows in the corner.

He first saw a small dark figure standing there, and then he saw the other side clearly:

The body is as slender as a stake, the eyes and mouth are bent into the moon, and the surface is inlaid with a lot of dead grass and dried flowers, which is the "moon puppet" in the previous room!

It's got me...... What exactly is this item...... It's still a long way from the residence of Lord Nibes...... It's dangerous out there...... Thoughts crossed Emlyn's mind, sending chills down his spine and muscles tense.

In the flickering of his thoughts, he stared at the "moon puppet" and whispered in the ancient Hermetian language:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious lord above the gray mist;

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck ......"

............

"Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night!" Klein rolled over and sat up, rubbing the corners of his forehead with a little anger.

He quickly left the bed, took four steps backwards, entered the gray mist, and sat down in the place of the "fool".

Emlyn White's fellow Klein glanced at him, his spirituality spreading in confusion, and he touched the crimson star that represented the "moon."

He immediately saw Emlyn in a stiff posture, and saw that the other party was staring at a slender and strange puppet.

The puppet's body was draped in a rich but illusory crimson moonlight, and they gently rose and fell like a tide, connecting with something high in the sky.

At this moment, the crimson moonlight was silently spreading, enveloping Emlyn White.

Problematic...... This puppet is not a small problem...... Seeing more with the help of the gray mist, Crane did not hesitate to let the "Poseidon Scepter" leave the clutter pile and fly into his own hands.

The blue-blue gems at the tip of the white bone staff lit up one after another, blooming with dazzling light.

............

After reciting the honorific name of Mr. "Fool" and asking for help, Emlyn felt that his already cold blood was getting colder and colder, and gradually felt like it had congealed into frost.

This made his body stiffen rapidly, and he watched the "moon puppet" sway over.

At this moment, the mid-air in the alley rushed silver-white, dispelling all the gloom and gloom.

Syllable!

The lightning bolts twisted together and landed on the Moon Puppet, drowning it in silvery white.

The light flickered, and the strange puppet was scorched and blackened, and fell down without decoration, while the blood in Emlyn's body stopped freezing and resumed flowing.

Quickly getting rid of his stiffness, he knew that Mr. "Fool" was still watching here, and hurriedly asked in a low voice:

"You need, no, what can I give you?"

He had always believed that Mr. Fool was following the rules of equivalent exchange, so he believed that if he asked for help, he would have to pay a price.

After a brief silence, he saw the boundless gray mist and the faint figure, and heard a condescending and majestic voice:

"The puppet. ”

"Okay. Emlyn took two steps forward, bent down to pick up the puppet, and then proceeded to the scene, speeding out of the East End.

And Crane only returned to the real world after carefully interfering with the divination with a paper angel.

When he was about to go back to sleep, he was stunned to find that the moonlight outside was bright and bloody.

Hey...... Crane walked to the window in confusion and looked outside, only to see that the moon had turned round at some point, and was as red as blood.

Another "blood moon".

............

Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and walked smoothly into the Thunder Chapel ahead, where he would report tomorrow.

And in the middle of the island, at the top of the towering mountain, there is a church called "Storm Abyss", which is the headquarters of the Storm Church headquarters, the temple of the temple.

PS: Thank you to the Silver League killer Zhong Kui L~