376

After another failure, the seventh expedition soon began, and Darik, who had already attempted, no longer behaved in any other way, but volunteered to check the "Rose of Redemption" mural.

Along the way, the exploration team entered the underground hall with the altar and the statue of the god, and found the obviously strange little boy Jack.

After a similar conversation, Derrick saw the face that had been pieced together from someone else's facial features.

With experience, he didn't do anything irritating, lowered his voice, and said to "Demon Hunter" Colin:

"Your Excellency, the face on his chest is very similar to the angel in the mural above, that is, the angel with silver hair, the river at his feet, and the fresco with 'Redemption Rose' written in the corner."

"Demon Hunter" Colin was stunned for a moment, and then frowned.

He watched, comforting the little boy Jack, as he looked at Derick out of the corner of his eye.

After a few seconds of silence, he whispered:

"Because you mentioned this incident, it made me have some associations."

Without waiting for Derrick to ask, he looked to himself and said, "We have studied the fresco for a long time, but we simply think that it depicts an angel leading the way and a group of ascetics on pilgrimage, and their group may be called 'Redeeming Roses'. ”

"The end-to-end rivers represent a cycle, and our interpretation is that the pilgrimage takes place repeatedly."

"And now it seems that it may have identified the identity of the angel."

"That's the idea you made me think, because Amon was once hidden in you."

"Why?" Darik was at a loss.

"Demon Hunter" Colin looked at the little boy Jack and said: "The little worm left behind by Amon has the symbol of time, and the circulating rivers are often related to fate, and the two are put together, which reminds me of a small number of things mentioned in the classics, which I don't know if they are true or false.

"When 'the Creator of all, the all-knowing and all-powerful God,' looked at the world, she was surrounded by many angels, among whom the leaders of all the angels, the king of angels closest to the throne of God, there were eight in all, and their names had either disappeared into the long history, and some still had certain records, either brief or detailed.

"It is rumored that among these eight kings of angels there are even children of gods.

"Among them, there are two angel kings with the titles of 'Angel of Time' and 'Angel of Destiny'."

Darek asked in a moment of confirmation:

"Do you think Amon is the 'Angel of Time' and the 'Angel of Destiny' on that mural?"

"I can't be sure for the time being, only one title of 'Angel of Time' has been handed down, and the record of 'Angel of Destiny' is relatively detailed......" "Demon Hunter" Colin suddenly took a breath.

Thinkers

Immediately afterward, he said in a deep voice:

"Angel of Fate, Ulorius the 'Tail Eater'."

At this point, Colin Skiyat looked imperceptibly in the direction of Vison Schoard, but instead of paying attention to this side, he was on guard against the little boy Jack.

This time, the communication with the little boy Jack was relatively smooth, and seeing that Derrick coped very well, and got a lot of information about the outside world from Jack's mouth, Colin also took his attention away from Jack slightly. He casually took a few steps, made a look of counting the members, and asked Wisson Scorn "on a whim":

"I heard that you also took the initiative to apply to join this time?"

The Knight of Dawn, with a silver-gray hair that was relatively rare in Silver City, was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "Yes, Your Excellency. ”

Colin nodded, skipped the topic, and casually pulled a homely sentence:

"How is your child doing, did you go to the therapist?"

Continuing the offspring is the first priority in Silver City in addition to survival, as the chief, it is normal to care about the newborns and young children in the city, not to mention that the children of the Scalder family are still the well-known special in Silver City.

Speaking of the child, the young warrior suddenly smiled and said without hesitation: "Look, my wife specially went with me to see the child's situation before I left in order to let me participate in the exploration with peace of mind. ”

He hurriedly said: "The therapist said that my child is growing up very fast and healthy, and he will be born in sixty or seventy cycles!" ”

The corners of Colin's mouth unconsciously showed a smile: "Did you name him?" ”

"My wife wants to be a boy so that she can fight side by side with me in the future." "She always believed that it was a boy, and I thought it would be nice to be a daughter," said Wissen Squild, smiling and gushing, "She always believed that it was a boy, and I thought it would be nice to be a daughter...... So in the end we gave him two names, Uno if it was a boy and Una if it was a girl. ”

The chief nodded: "Do these two names have any special meaning?" ”

"I caught it by lot."

The Knight of Dawn smiled, "It means 'the one who is blessed by the gods'." There are also many names with good meanings, such as courage, beauty, wisdom and sacredness...... My wife and I are very satisfied. ”

Colin was silent for a second, then smiled and smiled, "yes...... A good name indeed. ”

With that, he stopped talking, and continued to pay attention to Darek, who was talking to Jack.

377

East End, inside a café with greasy tabletops.

Arriving at the scheduled time, Crane enjoyed oatmeal bread dipped in tender pea stew and lamb broth while listening to old Kohler recount what he had gathered in the last week.

Unfortunately, there is not much valuable information in it.

After the other party finished speaking, Crane thought about it, took out a two-pound bill, and pushed it over.

"You've already given it!" Old Kohler was startled and waved his hand in amazement.

Crane chuckled, "Within this week, I will go to the south for a vacation, after a hard year, it's time to take a break." ”

"It may take me two or three weeks to come back, so I'll pay you in advance, and don't forget to help me gather news."

"Okay, okay!" Old Kohler took the notes with joy and gratitude.

At this moment, he had already figured out how to spend the New Year.

He was going to buy the cured ham that he had been reluctant to buy and use it with his bread.

I can't wait to be able to spend a warm year with Taylor...... Thanks Detective Moriarty! He swallowed unconsciously.

Crane picked up his hat and weighed for it, "You should be aware that there has been some chaos in the East End lately. ”

"Don't let yourself take risks in order to find out the news, if you find something wrong, hide immediately, don't mix."

The matter surrounding Prince Edsak made him quite worried, so he thought of reminding old Kohler.

"I understand." Old Kohler patted his chest and said, "I'm cowardly, I'm not going to take any chances." ”

"Good." Crane complimented.

He immediately thought of Liv, the pulp washer, and her two daughters, Freya and Daisy, who loved to read and wanted to change their fate, and said in a deep voice: "Keep an eye on Liv's family, don't let them be bullied, and if there is a riot or something like that in the East End, take them to a safe place." ”

"Riot...... Do you mean the workers' struggle? Old Kohler asked rhetorically, somewhat puzzled.

"Almost." Crane responded.

This is the limit of what he can reveal, otherwise it would be easy to be suspected by people or seals.

After all this, he said goodbye to old Kohler and returned to Hilston on his own.

Emlyn White actually received a request from the strong man of the Blood Clan last night to pray to the "Fool" to dispel his psychological suggestion. Crane used his already proficient magic stick to trap Emlyn, and firmly believed that he was the savior of the Bloodline, and took the initiative to join the Tarot Society.

Immediately afterward, Crane came to Fort Source to tell if it would be appropriate to go to the Red Rose Manor tomorrow afternoon, and reap the results of defeat again.

It has always been said that divination is not omnipotent, and now this sentence is confirmed...... You'll have to make your own decisions...... This step must be taken, otherwise there is no way to exit the stage without being noticeable and go behind the scenes...... The sooner the better, and you can't delay, otherwise things are likely to be out of order...... In the midst of the ups and downs of his thoughts, Crane made a decision.

He immediately returned to the real world, put on a double-breasted gown and a half-height silk top hat, and walked out of 9 Second Avenue to Prince Edsax's Red Rose Manor.

……

The Faceling landed and turned into another Edward Vaughn in the blink of an eye.

Edward, who had always been pleased with the Faceling's near-seamless transformation, tossed away the loungewear she had given her from her suite, and instructed, "Do your best to play it before I come back." ”

The Faceling caught the clothes that had been thrown with both hands, not daring to bow his head with his current face or reply, and quietly looked at the loungewear in his hand.

After that, Edward entered the spirit realm and found a hidden place to cat, and she rummaged through her collection cabinet to find that there was only this one faceling on hand. She thought for a moment, released a mid-sequence demon, ate the soul of the other party, and directly occupied the body with her own spirit body, absorbed this characteristic, and then put on this body and stuffed her body into the collection cabinet.

Poof. This flesh that was not strong enough immediately showed signs of collapse, and the spiritual power and blood turned into thin threads, sewing up the cracked wounds finely and tightly, making them heal, like a hideous blood-colored centipede crawling all over the body.

The flesh is constantly damaged, and it is constantly sutured and reinforced, and the speed of stitching is faster, so gradually a balance is formed.

Edward left the spirit realm and appeared directly on a passenger ship that had been away from port for a long time.

She bought a ticket yesterday and booked an empty room under a pseudonym. Since there was no ticket check, the room was still locked from the outside, the curtains were closed, the janitorial staff had just left, and no staff would be there until they entered the port of Pletze.

Nice sunlight outside, quiet and dim inside. Edward walked over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room and looked at the people in the mirror - some messy ear-length hair, slightly lowered eye tails, soft hair, and a tame and peaceful look.

If you look closely, the hair is not pure black or dark gray, but there are a lot of dark purple and almost black broken hair mixed in the black hair, and even the eyes have faint purple lines.

This is a unique physiological trait of the Norse family, because its place of residence is the closest to the abyss among the three major demon families, and it has been spiritually polluted by the abyss after thousands of years of settlement, coupled with the genetic traits formed by long-term research on evil spells, just like the tenacious blue-haired gene in the blood of elves.

With this in mind, the Decayed King began to think about how he should play the role of a human being.

Obviously, it is necessary to be significantly different from the character of "Edward", coupled with this unfamiliar face, in order to better complete this smuggling.

After a moment, she smoothed the corners of her habitually raised mouth, wiped the smile from her eyes, and the gentle temperament that seemed to be absent on the container suddenly disappeared without a trace, and it turned into a sarcastic indifference and arrogance.

She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, then floated to the edge of the sofa like a shadow, and sat there quietly.

Almost an hour later, the whistle sounded, and the passenger ship was about to enter the port. The barely weightless shadow floated out again, blending naturally into the crowd waiting to disembark, drifting through the blind spot of the ticket inspector and stepping on the ground of Pritz Harbor.

The appearance and dress of this descendant of the Norse family are not eye-catching, and even with this desert temperament, it will at most make others look at it twice, far from being impressive. This was exactly what the Decaying King wanted, and there were still dozens of kilometers to enter the city of Beckland, so she stood there for a short time and decided to hurry up a little, after all, it seemed that there was only more than an hour before the show began.

She separated from the disembarking group, turned into the path, and appeared in the uninhabited alley. She took another step and walked straight through the flickering door to the East End.

As soon as she entered the East End, she felt the most familiar and comfortable atmosphere in her, like a fish returning to the water, and the long-lost spiritual activity gradually made the declining monarch's mood gradually resurge. She slowly navigated the city, looking for survivors with great interest as she saw the fate of all decay and extinction. These survivors are like lights in the dark, bubbles occasionally floating up in the deep sea, ordinary and lucky.

The Decaying King allowed her spirituality to be activated on a small scale, and she didn't mind contributing to this natural disaster-level man-made disaster. As the minutes passed, getting closer and closer to her goal, she suddenly felt a sudden change in her fate somewhere.

The lifeless fate of the people around her suddenly fluctuated, and she saw with her own eyes that one after another people who were doomed to death just now reappeared the possibility of "survival", and this was by no means a few individuals, but the fate was changed in pieces!

Who is trying to change this catastrophe?

"Who is it?" She whispered, "Why wait until now to make such a huge change." ”

Spiritual sensibility, which was close to the level of the gods, had tended to authority, and at the moment of this doubt, her inspiration completed the divination for herself, pointing out the direction and hints.

She saw a blonde girl's face suddenly change drastically, and she muttered to herself, saying a name:

"Loftus-Cheek? Is this the real name of the Primordial Witch? ”

At the same time, she also felt that her spirituality was hindered, a feeling of repulsion that she was all too familiar with, after all, on this earth, there was only one force that could hinder her in such a unique way!

Essentia!

First of all, excluding Adam, who treats human beings as renewable resources, it is clear who the power of the hindrance comes from.

In order not to be disturbed by the Source Castle, she chooses to use her authority to sense her next best choice. The Decaying King waited in place for a second, this time the spiritual guidance was not disturbed by the Source Castle and the high-level powers, she looked slightly sideways at a certain place, and then suddenly disappeared in place.

……

The ordinary-looking quill no longer writes on its own, and its surface is a little darker.

The serious middle-aged man who attracted the meteorite but was unexpectedly dissolved by the other party, leaving only one eye, held the quill and wrote quickly with a certain psychic state:

"Azik Eggers obviously has not yet regained all his memories and strength, and his attempt to travel through the spirit and astral realms happened to be problematic at this time, so he and Sherlock Moriarty fell into a ...... not far from Ince Zangwill and his friends."

Ince Zangwill was about to put an end to this sentence, when suddenly a great fear fell on his heart, and the color in front of him suddenly became rich, and a person he was very familiar with, no, he did not dare to forget, appeared in front of him.

The demon angel squinted at him, then at the 0-08 in his hand, snorted, and returned to the colorful world.

The next second she vanished, Ince Zangwille spurted out a mouthful of blood, nearly spitting out her own heart. The blood just covered the words he had just written, and the quill in his hand trembled violently, and he dipped his blood and quickly wrote down lines:

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Ince Zangwill's wanton alteration of fate has led to the great existence of chasing negative emotions and life, and the "Abyss Angel" Edward Vaughn actually appeared in Beckland at this time! What did she come for? ”

0-08 took Ince Zangwill's hand and was about to write, when he suddenly paused, and slowly wrote a line as if he was being held by someone: "I didn't expect someone to throw an olive branch at this demon, it's a crazy enough choice." ”

She didn't seem to want the show to be disturbed, so she chased her uncoordinated fate all the way.

It was only then that Ince Zangwille finally put an end to his heart-rending cough, and with all his strength he clutched the quill, and with all his courage he wrote a sentence that penetrated the back of the paper:

"She caught up with Azik Eggers!"

After these words were written, Ince Zangwill stopped breathing, and the fear of the angel came to him unconsciously.

Five seconds later, ten seconds later, half a minute later, realizing that he was still alive, he fell backwards with all his strength, his eyes staring straight at the bloodstained notebook, not daring to imagine what happened next.

……

Everything around was like a phantom, rich in color, overlapping and rapidly receding.

As soon as Crane came back to his senses, observing and appreciating this wonderful passage, he felt Mr. Azik's hand, which had grasped his arm, tremble slightly.

Before he could react, he felt a strong sense of tremor, as if an earthquake was coming, and the world was spinning.

The color regression suddenly stopped, and Azik's eyes were confused for a moment, and then he retreated at a faster pace.

At this moment, even Crane noticed the impending danger, and he felt that the aura emanating from Azik's body suddenly became extremely cold, as if some terrifying power was recovering, and his spiritual premonition did not react - Crane immediately understood that without using the gray mist, his spiritual perception was directly invalid due to the impending crisis!

Then, under their gaze, the colorful world in front of them shook violently again, and a huge, pitch-black claw tore through the roaming passage of the spirit realm from the outside, and the rusty red immediately covered all the colors around them, and quickly spread towards their location!

At the sight of this claw, Crane tonhole shrank suddenly.

Azik's eyes froze, and pale flames immediately burned around him, enveloping Crane and himself against the erosion of rust.

Then he frowned, his fingers pressed against his temples, as if in great pain.

Sting!

Although there was no sound, the sound appeared in the hearts of the two of them.

Two huge pitch-black claws tore open the spiritual passage with absolute force, and a hideous and terrifying alien face appeared in the crack behind the gap, and the body dozens of times larger than that of a human brought an extremely strong visual impact.

Azik roared, "Don't look! ”

At the same time, he quickly reached out and covered Crane's eyes, but it was also a step too slow, and Crane's head was hit so hard that he almost lost consciousness on the spot.

Azik felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if he saw a grayish-white mist appear on Crane's body. And the image of Kryn losing control and turning into a monster on the spot did not happen, and his students had no more negative reactions other than a slight pain and a brief period of spiritual instability, which made Azik breathe a sigh of relief.

There was no other creature than a demon to describe this scene, her appearance was so terrifying, but her voice was still as gentle as Creon's memory, with a demonic temptation that made people can't help but feel good:

"Long time no see, how's it going, Cleon Moretti? And this Archon of Death. ”

"—where are you going?"

TBC

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Limited title format during the Great Smog period.