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In the world of dreams, Sost is engrossed in maintaining the dream, teaming up with the other Red Gloves in an attempt to drag Utrawski into his dreams again to fight against his own senior deacon. Suddenly, he noticed that the figure of Leonard behind him was a little uncertain.

He frowned, looked at the others, and saw that no one was paying attention to his side, so he scolded softly:

"Concentrate!"

Leonard's somewhat mocky figure immediately became real, and he also looked around, and said to Sost cautiously:

"Captain, I'm worried about the people in the Harvest Church, I was just watching their status."

"You don't need to worry about those things, there are people among us who specialize in maintaining their dreams and vital signs."

"Only a small number of them are followers of Mother Earth, and most of them are Fenerport people of Fenerport blood, or who have come to Rune to settle, trade, and work, and the rest are just ordinary people who have taken refuge here," Sost said. After completing the mission, we will still take over the place and requisition nearby houses to provide more shelter. ”

"What you have to do now is concentrate on maintaining the dream and helping the deacons, and the longer it drags on, the more dangerous they become."

Leonard listened and nodded. He closed both eyes, and the figure in his dream became clear again.

……

Who is this, fighting is still so unserious?

Emlyn blinked, and suddenly reacted: "Mother Goddess, is he a 'star?!' ”

Truly! It's definitely him! In the message from Mr. Fool, "Star" said that he would follow him to the Harvest Church, and it happened to be near me! Is he suggesting that I go from his side? I can indeed inform Bishop Utravsky to leave from this direction, as long as he wishes! As long as I act well enough with "Xingxing", I might really be able to escape!

Emlin's eyes lit up, and suddenly there was an indescribable sense of comfort all over his body, thank you Tarot, thank you "Fool", thank you Mother, no, thank you Ancestor, it's so cool to have someone on the other side! There is still a chance to escape in such a dangerous situation!

The premise is that the priest is not killed during this time, after all, he is only Sequence 6, and I still have to provide some support...... Emlyn quickly turned his head to look in the direction of Utrawski, only to see that the old and still powerful "Knight of Dawn" carried the bottles of potions he had given him in his pocket, resisting the power of the sleeping dream and the attack of the senior deacon "Spirit Witch".

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and even the fierce punisher looked much more pleasing to the eye.

"Shackles of the Abyss!"

Just as the substitute also glanced in the direction of the senior deacon, as if pondering whether to provide some help, Emlyn, who had been greatly enhanced in the moonlight, immediately saw the opportunity to throw an extraordinary ability, and the liquefied shadow suddenly wrapped around the limbs of the substitute punisher surrounded by the wind, as if to strangle him directly. The substitute snorted nonchalantly, and dense dark blue subcutaneous scales emerged like dark lines, easily breaking free from the shackles that wrapped around his arms.

"Where?"

He was in no hurry to break the shackles of his legs, because in this way he could attract the Blood Viscount to attack. The path of the storm is not good at spiritual tracking or divination, but Emlyn will inevitably cause some of the bats to coalesce back into the entity the moment he attacks, which will hinder the flow of the wind!

The wind behind him suddenly changed course, as if the waves had hit a reef.

In an instant, the substitute turned his head sharply, and the white lightning on his fist flickered wildly, accompanied by his roaring song, and collided with an exaggerated, pure black claw that shimmered with blood!

Bang!

Seeing that the blow didn't have much effect, Emlyn immediately teleported back into the shadows with the help of the moonlight's surroundings and hibernate again.

"What a lot of strength, the strength of the physique is actually on par with our blood clan, and it is really a barbarian living on the sea!"

He shook his arm, feeling as if more than one of his finger bones had been broken, now repairing itself in soreness and tingling.

The corrosive claws also left a trail on the substitute's body, cutting through the dark scales under the skin, trying to burrow into the flesh. It was as if hydrochloric acid had been poured on the metal, making a constant clattering sound.

The sailor will master some water-based healing spells in the low sequence, and the substitute will treat the wound and wash away the corrosiveness, and the dark scales will gradually regenerate.

"Just hit it?" He was a little confused, "In the moonlight, he has a speed of almost teleportation, I almost didn't react just now, didn't he actually try to attack around me continuously?" ”

"Probably a disguise, he doesn't want to expose more power......"

“…… But why did he hide himself, did he have other means? Want to stall and wait for support? ”

The substitute punisher thought as he lifted his leg and stepped on the shackles, frowning and looking around, the red moonlight environment was a little dazzled after a long time.

The spirits and spirit creatures bathed in the red moonlight seemed to be more aggressive, and they appeared with different enhancements, and although the dawn storm of Utravsky repeatedly drove them away, they could not be completely wiped out.

Although the Knight of Dawn's attack seemed very bluffing, the High Deacon was actually not harmed, not only was he very nimble in the attack of the Dawnstorm, but even the spirit of the contract was only injured rather than killed!

Emlyn thought of something, and the hole shrunk.

The members of the Church of the Night are skilled in trend spirits and necromantic creatures, and they are able to draw power from the spirit realm, and the feminine enhancement brought by the moon is also a suitable environment for them...... Emlyn suddenly reacted that he was not the only one who benefited from the environment with strong negative power, and he quickly hid the moon in this area, for fear that he would cause a catastrophe if he was not careful.

"What is this blood clan doing, using the moon as a lamp?"

The red moonlight vanished, along with the enhancements provided by the darkness and the necromantic realm. The substitute punisher was a little confused, but adhering to the principle of not underestimating the other party, he felt a round thing from his bosom and held it in front of his chest with both hands.

"It just so happened that you took the lead in the moonlight environment, and now this thing is finally useful."

He slowly lifted the round object, and when it was lifted above his head, in an instant, the area that had just been darkened was filled with golden light, as if it was noon in an instant! The bats shrouded in the light disappeared in an instant, and Emlyn suddenly felt a slight stinging in his spirit, and he was so shocked that he immediately hid in the back of the church, hiding in the shadows and watching the sun.

"If I don't maintain the moonlight environment, I will be in danger, and if the moonlight environment is maintained, the priest will be in danger!"

"In this case, it is impossible for me to get close to the direction of the 'star'......"

Emlin's face became more serious than ever, and he regretted that he hadn't lent the notebook to the "magician" in advance that could record extraordinary abilities, even if it was a weak extraordinary ability in any other way, it would be much more useful than he was now completely restrained!

At the same time, Bishop Utravsky squinted, and the strong sunlight made him a little uncomfortable.

Then he yawned, his eyes narrowed as if he couldn't open them.

The High Deacon never stopped influencing him with dreams and tranquility, and the effects of the potion against sleep were about to wear off.

……

In the battle, which was not too long, but definitely not short, the spirit was tensed to the limit, until the brute force was finally gradually exhausted.

"Admirable power." Crestai Cesima said.

One of his legs and the hand holding the bone sword were a little uncomfortable, and Maria kicked his calf bone and then persevered to break the other good leg as well, and the Night Pathway, while also good at fighting, was not good at the barbarian's head-on confrontation.

If the bone sword is replaced with an ordinary seal or shield, it may have been broken by now.

In all fairness, as one of the senior deacons of the Red Glove, the future Sage, Crestai Sesima certainly knew the style of the Pilgrimage Sect and its many subordinate institutions, and cooperating with cults such as the Aurora Society could only be said to be the most impeachable point, but he also cooperated with the Church, with the secular authorities, with the Rose School, and with the Morse Ascetics, and other than that, there was not much to say about this secret organization.

He also frequented the Eastern Side, where he had seen the behavior of Mary and the other members, as well as inspected the security of the Pilgrimage's subordinate institutions, and had obtained good results.

"Yes, it's admirable, and when you become a seal, I will admire you even more."

Maria replied indifferently, she casually tore a corner from her clothes, twisted it into a long strip, wrapped the back of her hand around it, blocked the part of the flesh and blood lake, and sneered at the blonde-haired, green-eyed, equally embarrassed "Goddess Sword": "Ah, I actually have one more thing to thank you, thank you for not doing it before our children evacuated, and thank you for giving us a chance to buffer and transfer...... But this is also what you did wrong, because now that there are no worries, I will not keep your hands. ”

She wasn't worried about Ademisol – she wasn't worried at all, she was lucky!

Walking on the road can pick up the jackpot ticket, and the robbers will shoot their guns when they pass by to rob him, so what is there to worry about such a lucky person? When the people around are unlucky, the luck of the "lucky one" can be more vividly reflected. Coincidentally, today Ademisor was not in the East Side directly because he was going to dock with other factories, and because he had to carry goods, he also took the living corpse Gavin.

Mr. Z has already passed on the information in the unique way of the secret prayer people, and there are definitely many members of the Aurora Society hidden around the Eastern District, as long as one can see the news, the Dark Sage will have a chance to fight back.

At this moment, Maria noticed that her shoelaces were falling apart, and she ignored Crestai Cessima, who seemed to want to speak, and crouched down as if no one was around, and reached out to tie the leather strings of her shoes tightly.

After reinforcing the laces of both shoes, she stood up on the ground.

The next moment, the distance between her and Sesima was suddenly distorted, and she appeared straight in front of the other party, and the other party also reacted at the same time, quickly raised the bone sword in his hand, and the aura of doom and fear resisted the laws of the Eastern District.

If the law here is accepted - that those who rule violence are in charge, then Crestai, who is slightly inferior in power, will fall to the disadvantage.

Suddenly, a stone smashed on the bone sword, Crestai's arm suddenly became extremely heavy, the power of the bribe made him make a posture of neck to be killed, the bone sword emitted a glowing white light, he turned his head slightly, the hand that seemed to be able to tear his neck directly was affected by bad luck, and slashed his shoulder, tearing the clothes on his shoulder and a piece of flesh and skin.

The wound automatically began to stop bleeding, the holy relic enhanced its self-healing ability, and Crestai was shocked to find that the "bribe" seemed to still be in effect, and the flesh on his shoulder seemed to suddenly begin to be uncontrollable, as if another will was born, and the tearing pain kept coming!

The bribery effect of a stone should have disappeared! He stepped back and pulled away, gritting his teeth and asking:

"What did you give me?"

Mary smiled, avoiding the blade of the relic.

There was a cold murderous intent in her eyes:

"I present you, my dear companion, with a precious piece of flesh and blood."

Poof!

Eyes and faces, and arms are growing from Kreistel's shoulders, as if many tiny humans are about to emerge from them!

tbc

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