Klein's scalp was numb along with his entire back, and he was even a little scared to the point of numbness.

At the same time, there was another thunderstorm in the sky, and the white light of lightning and the sound of rain became more and more violent over the whole world, and the children who were awakened by the thunderstorm did not dare to cry, but only stared and trembled.

Tonight is a night of thunderstorms.

The thunder drowned out all the sounds, and the words that had suddenly appeared in his ears just now seemed to be his auditory hallucinations.

But he heard it clearly! Because he will not forget the voice of that man - that demon! The dreaded Edward Vaughn!

Isn't He dead?!

The point is, why does He keep targeting Himself?! He is a demonic path, there is no need to rob the Source Fort!

Could it be some other reason? Because he was resurrected again, he was interested in wanting to kill himself completely?

Lightning lit up the night in Beckland, and Crane slowly straightened up, his throat rolling, and he looked up at the sky, and then at his surroundings, the rain and fear made him completely cold from head to toe, and his heart almost stopped—his villa was cut with great smoothness, the cut in the wall with a slight curvature, and the height was from his shoulder to his chin.

The most important thing is that this attack did not trigger Crane's spiritual warning at all, but his spiritual warning didn't have time to react at all, or it was far beyond his ability, and even if he did, he couldn't dodge it at all!

That's what I mean? Get out of the house? Get out of Beckland? Will anyone around me suffer if I stay here?

Ran, who was drenched all over, suddenly realized that he had not much rejection of the God of Thunder. In the next second, he rushed into the fog of history, as skilled and swift as countless predecessors in his own path.

He also didn't forget to run all the way with his secret mate Chunas, and the "winner" Enyuni was left in the villa - although I don't know if the "winner" has any effect in this situation, but there are other ordinary people in the villa! A little luck is better than nothing!

On the way to escape, Crane held the Cunas in one hand, and took out a paper crane from his pocket like a magic spell in the other. This time, the burning speed of the thousand paper cranes was unprecedentedly fast, burning into a small fireball, almost as soon as it was ignited, it had burned from the head to the two paper-folded wings, which intuitively made Klein "see" the rapid passage of "good luck", and he could even imagine that Will might be crying, but Klein didn't dare to think about it, and didn't dare to guess what would happen to him after the thousand paper cranes were burned!

And now, he had completely given up thinking, and let the countless cranky thoughts that popped up in a moment fill his brain, and he ran forward with the convergence.

He's going to Zarathu!

Will is a real angel who "can feel the change of fate", if the current situation will make him feel that his life is in danger, then Will may directly refuse his visit, Pales's absence, the red angel will attract hatred from both sides, Miss Messenger is not qualified to intervene in the current situation, and Zarathu, who has been hiding and secretly observing, has become the only way he can think of to escape now.

Although Charatu's aggression has weakened slightly during this time, he will still try to catch himself with perseverance.

When Zarathu wanted to catch himself, Crane would always have a strange feeling - that is, invisible tentacles stretched out from the terrifying darkness and fog, or tracking his whereabouts, or trying to predict, intercepting in advance, silent and cold, once he was entangled in them, the result was unimaginable.

But at this moment, Klein has an endless longing and affection for this sequence of old-timers hidden around him, and he can't wait to share this horror with Zarathu, perhaps this is the occult connection of the soothsayers.

Klein went the opposite way, turned the offensive, closed his eyes directly, followed the guidance of the spirit, and chased those tentacles of temptation!

He followed his spiritual guidance and galloped forward, sometimes hiding in the fog of history, sometimes coming to the real world, but when he had the idea of going to the spirit world, he would feel the cold that penetrated deep into his bone marrow, as if a pair of eyes were following him closely.

"You can't go to the spirit world...... He's watching me! ”

Crane pricked up his ears and carefully distinguished the thunder and rain in his ears, trying to find some guidance similar to "roll east" and "roll out of the city", but unfortunately there was nothing, and the shocking sense of oppression and fear that came with the "sailor" passing through the high position made him tremble several times.

Spirits had sketched out Beckland on a rainy night in their minds, and there was no one on the streets, only lightning illuminating the whole world irregularly.

He was walking through the Joe Wood district, and the rain was gurgling down the lower part of the street.

Ahead is the Tasok River. Suddenly, the running Crane stopped abruptly - his mind didn't let him do that, and he didn't look at the road ahead, but a street lamp in front of him suddenly skewed strangely, and he instinctively stopped!

Until the moment he stopped, Crane's mind hadn't turned a corner, he was a Sequence 3 Sage, a person who could physically resist the city defense artillery, why should he be afraid of the fallen lamppost?

Immediately afterward, he understood.

The streetlight skewed out of thin air, but did not fall completely, and was stuck diagonally on the side of the road in the shape of a leaning tower of Pisa, while the Tasok River in front of him suddenly swelled, and the river swelled like a sea in a storm with huge waves that should not have been in the normal city river, and shook several small wooden boats in the distance up and down.

Crane paused, didn't open his eyes, turned and ran the other way.

Behind him, the lightning became even more violent, and the water of the Tasok River turned a strange black-red, the river rose rapidly, and a large amount of white gas came out of the two banks, making a "clang" sound, and the masonry and the bridge directly above were rapidly corroding!

Countless thin lines of blood swooped down on Klein like a swarm of snakes, and in the blink of an eye, they caught up with the ancient scholar who was on the run.

The thunder paused for half a second before catching up, and the lightning smashed through the roof of the nearest building, and a large number of stones rumbled down, blocking between the corrosive bloodline and Crane, just a little earlier, and almost buried Crane in it.

There was a loud earth-shattering thud from the stones, but no one shouted, and Beckland remained dead silent.

"If you don't want to save him, you can't save him." Edward quipped, "Why do you have to go against your instincts, tyrant? ”

He was answered by a light of improved purification that came straight to his weakness.

Crane barely managed to maintain his balance after a violent shaking of the ground, and he ran forward desperately, and with each step he could feel the demons chasing after him get closer, the blood that symbolized sin and filth!

He kept running, but at the same time he could only pray that the "God of Thunder" would give him a little more strength to stop the demon behind him, after all, this was the only existence that could still save him.

The stones and a portion of the blood line canceled each other out, and a large hand that seemed to be made entirely of dark red blood reached out from the Tasok River, and lightly grabbed two boulders from the bridge and threw them directly in the direction where Crane was!

There was a sound of wind behind him, and Klein was just about to avoid the huge hidden weapon that was attacking, when the nightgown on his body suddenly tightened suddenly, strangling him to death, and the loose pajama pants and shoes and socks on his legs also turned into cages and restraints at the same moment, and Crane lost his balance on the spot and fell forward. Originally, the nightgown weighed nothing to the demigods even if it absorbed the rain, but at this moment, Klein was firmly pressed to the ground, as if he had been pressed against two mountains, he couldn't even move a finger, and there were even shallow humanoid dents on the ground!

Crane's brain spun at a rapid pace, and he slammed to the ground, throwing something out.

"Amon!" He suddenly shouted at the top of his voice.

Crane thought wildly about Amon in his heart, if he knew Amun's honorable name, he would have repeated it hundreds of times in this situation, and he would have made Amon look here even if he was annoyed to death! Only in this way will he have a chance to live!

"Amon! Amon! Angel of the Hour! ”

The sound echoed over Beckland on a dark, rainy night, reminding Crane of the crows of Zarathu.

His neckline tightened suddenly, and he was determined to strangle him to death.

Crane's face suddenly turned purple - it didn't seem to be just a physical suffocation! After becoming a demigod, he could survive for a long time even if he didn't need air and food, but Crane felt breathless the moment he was choked, his heartbeat slowed, and his brain quickly stopped moving due to insufficient blood supply, and in less than a second, he was about to be strangled to death!

At the same time, a misty halo appeared in his right eye, which seemed to coalesce into a monocle.

But the monocle didn't even have a condensed outline, and suddenly turned into a spiritual light and shattered.

Rumble!

Two boulders slammed into the immobile Crane like meteorites, but then, in the corner that was not illuminated by lightning, a palm-sized ball of flesh quickly stretched and grew, turning into Crane's appearance, and running towards the distance against the wall.

At the last moment, he swapped places with his secret couple.

He is free from the clothes that were going to kill him, and realizes that the demon still has the ability to "prisoner" the way! And the secret puppet Chunas has been smashed into a pulp by the two boulders in his place, and is slowly developing extraordinary properties.

Crane had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left knee and nearly fell to his knees uncontrollably.

An inconspicuous stone fell from the stone, shattering his knee from behind like a large-caliber bullet and getting stuck inside.

The pain rushed straight to his brain, and Crane immediately cut off the pain nerve in his left leg, roughly repaired it, and limped forward, running into the fog of history.

"I'm aiming for the back of the heart."

He seemed to hear someone muttering.

The picture in the fog of history quickly receded, and the collapsing mausoleum flashed from the corner of Klein's eyes, and suddenly, he felt something, and suddenly he ran towards the fragment of history, and ran towards one of the mausoleums that attracted him closer!

At that time, the mausoleum where Zarathu hid when he communicated!

In the material world, after the destruction of the mausoleum, Zarathu moved to an inconspicuous house in the corner of Beckland, which already had some strange stories and stories, and after he moved in, he was even more frightened and could not sleep peacefully.

At this moment, Zarathu was doing divination in the house, talking to the puppets he hung on the roof, manipulating the puppets to pour tea for themselves, and divining the auspicious day of the next attack on Crane. It's raining heavily, but under the protection of the god of thunder, anyone who knows the occult and a devotee of the god of thunder will think it's a good night, and Zarathu is no exception, and he's passing the time at his leisure.

Suddenly, he was spiritually moved and looked out the window.

I saw Crane Moretti's figure suddenly appear on the empty street, with his eyes closed and his face pale, rushing towards him with the "abyss" and "thunderstorm" approaching behind him!

When He saw the "abyss," the abyss greeted Him.

Edward's cheerful and lively voice came into his ears: "Yo, I almost forgot you, do you also want to compete for the Lord of Mysteries?" ”

And the brass eye entwined with lightning glared at him directly, and then entangled with the abyss, and the sky frequently flashed traces that seemed to corrode and tear the sky together and the thunder that covered the abyss's whispering, and the two dual-path true gods were fighting each other.

Zaratul's hand shook, and his gray beard trembled.

He immediately flashed and disappeared from the spot, and flew into the mists of history with more skillful movements than Crane, and before entering, he stacked dozens of layers of historical projections on himself, and swapped places with hundreds of secret puppets.

But at the very moment of his disappearance, Klein pounced, grabbed one of his tentacles, and was carried into the fog of history together.

As soon as Zarathu entered the fog of history, he rushed to the Quaternary Age, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw Klein also running frantically behind him, and suddenly he couldn't get out of his breath, and let out an angry old man's roar, and his thin humanity turned into a violently shaking beard:

"I haven't hurt my family lately! Why did you hurt me! ”

Klein dared to open his eyes in the fog of history, although his face was bloodless, but he was not to be outdone: "You have been doing it to me all the time!" ”

"We are the normal competition of the way!" Zarathu almost blew his beard and glared, we have negotiated the terms and agreements, what are you doing by being chased by the demon and dragging me in?! No one knows the devil's style better than his old colleague!

"Do you have a way to escape?" Klein forcefully shifted the subject.

"No!!"

After saying this, Zaratul immediately began to think - Crane may have some new and old hatred with Edward, and he has nothing to do with this demon or even the outer god, he is just an irrelevant passerby who has been dragged in, there is no need to be unlucky with Klein!

With this in mind, Zarathu quickly performed a simple divination in his sleeve, and received a revelation that "there is danger in getting out now", but that danger was still within acceptable limits.

Within the acceptable range, there is a chance!

Zarathu immediately left the fog of history, parted ways with Crane, and ran to the other cities of Rune.

Seeing Zaratul disappear suddenly, Crane couldn't help but gasp, and was about to run away even harder, when suddenly, he also stopped, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

He blinked and whispered in disbelief, "Followed?" ”

……

Breaking out of the fog of history, Zarathu appeared in a forest at the foot of Mount Honaches, and he was not surprised by his presence here, for he was already running aimlessly, and it was not surprising that he was attracted here by the extraordinary aggregation.

He stacked ten layers of historical projections on the spot, prepared all the secret puppets in the country that could be swapped, and waited for a full fifteen minutes, not hearing thunder or seeing anything that should not have appeared, and Zarathu's mood slowly relaxed.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt exploded directly above His head.

Zarathu tensed again like a frightened rabbit.

But nothing happened, and when the thunder died down and He was about to leave, he suddenly heard a slight "click".

The gun is loaded.

Bang!

Zaratul's head exploded, and Edward put the muzzle of his gun to the back of his head, sending bone and blood splattered all over the floor.

"How could it be ......?"

One of Zarathu's remaining eyes was frozen with extreme fear and incomprehension.

The body parts of these "secret attendants" twisted and turned into dying worms when they fell to the ground, writhing frantically on the ground, fighting against the filthy words of the dual-path true god level contained in the bullets: "death"!

But the difference in strength was too great, and within a few seconds, they all died one after the other.

After another half minute, an extraordinary property began to coalesce on the ground

Edward's body became blurry, as if it was about to twist and disappear in the next moment: "One less sequence one, things are much simpler." ”

After all, it was just a malicious doppelganger, "Edward Vaughan", bent down, picked up the extraordinary characteristic, and wrapped it into a wriggling black shadow, which melted into the air as if it had evaporated.

Immediately afterward, His mood was noticeably better.

Edward fought with the God of Thunder and fought with the God of Thunder while continuing to chase Klein, who had not yet run away.

TBC

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Zarathu: What the fuck is acceptable for me to lose?

(End of chapter)