[Trigger Main Quest: Crimson Festival!] 】

Ring 1: The owner of the "Time Amber" Gallery in Amber City, Oil Painting Sir Beckman has curated a grand exhibition of bloody paintings, and he plans to use the [A-class Monster - White Bone Gallery] to capture the many spiritualities of the "circus" leader, asylum commissioner Roderick and other extraordinary people in the wilderness, and turn all the guests present into oil paintings to strengthen the [White Bone Gallery], and then escape to other places......

Just as he betrayed the "Society of History and Rituals", took the risk of stealing and digging up the mausoleum of the Red Apple Church, stole the relics of Archbishop Monroe's remains, and designed to frame the people of the Society.

But fate is a ring, and Bishop Newman sacrificed himself, activating the trap of the [Bone Gallery] in advance, attracting a terrifying existence......

The destruction of Amber City is only a thought.

Go to the place where it happened and stop it from happening.

Rewards: 50,000 XP, 100 Gold Pounds, 10 Regional Popularity, 10 Special Attribute Points, and 1 Blessing Points.

"Main line...... Ahead of schedule?! Is this oil painting jazz a madman? ”

Chen Lun's face sank.

Things have changed over there in the gallery!

If you make a mistake in your divination in advance, either you don't have enough sequence level at this stage, or you have the power of a higher sequence, which distorts your prediction and produces a misjudgment.

But in either case, you have to leave immediately.

Rumble!

He spread his black wings and soared into the air, disappearing into the sky through a black shadow.

Outside the church.

The movement here is so loud that it has attracted the attention of the surrounding residents, who are running towards it.

The Polaris Five hid in the crowd, first received a reminder that the first part of the mission had been completed, and before they could rejoice, they saw Mr. Jack hurriedly flying away.

Their instincts tell them that maybe it's not over.

"—Follow the past! There's definitely something big going on! ”

Polaris sends a text message.

The group of five players squeezed through the crowd and ran wildly in the direction where Chen Lun flew away.

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Gallery.

The scene was like a crossbow.

Seven or eight men and women in costumes control the guests, and the men in tuxedos are marking the prices for the guests one by one. Only a few people noticed that Beckman, who was standing at the doorway, suddenly made strange movements.

From the pool of blood oozing out of thin air under his feet, an easel slowly emerged.

Beckman calmly picked up the paintbrush, faced the direction of the guests, and began to paint. The tuxedo man sensed something, and suddenly glanced back at Beckman.

"What are you doing?"

Tuxedo asked.

"Oh, this scene inspires me."

Beckman smiled and painted to himself.

The tuxedo stared at him for a few seconds, then rolled his eyes to look at the old man in costume on the side. The old man instantly understood what the regiment commander meant, and with the blood-stained short knife in his hand, he walked towards Beckman to see what he was doing.

Beckman was indifferent to this, and did not seem to care about the other party's inspection at all. But when the old man in the costume walked to his side, he was suddenly stunned, and his pupils shrank.

Because the old man saw that on the canvas, it was the back of the head of the regiment.

Beckman was painting specifically for the head of the regiment......

"Sir Oil, ...... you?"

The old man in the costume spoke, just about to question.

Rumble!!

The door suddenly exploded from the outside.

A wave of black light shot straight through, the pitch-black color distorting the light, attracting the eye, and it seemed to contain the extraordinary power of death. The speed of the light wave was extremely fast, and it instantly hit the old man in the costume and passed through his body.

Airplanes!

The old man's face froze, and the whole person stood in place, his body did not show any damage on the outside, but he had actually suffered a heavy blow at the soul level.

"Ahem-poof!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, turned his back to the sky, and fell to the ground.

Everyone present was shocked, only to see a group of uniformed investigators rushing in outside, and even the investigators lurking among the guests also took out flintlock pistols and confronted the men and women in costumes.

"Shelter ...... Do you think I'm defenseless against you? ”

The tuxedo man said calmly.

Roderick and Mona slowly walked into the gallery, and the guests were afraid to leave.

"Unless you don't care about the life and death of these high-class people, as long as you dare to act rashly, I will give an order, and they will all die."

Tuxedo said.

"Oh, really?"

Roderick looked at him indifferently.

The next moment.

With a wave of Beckman's hand, a gallery phantom appeared in front of him.

Rushing......

Oil paintings swept in front of him, like marquees. The last painting stops, and on it is a strange eye.

With a flick of Beckman's brush, the pupil opened his eyelids, revealing a deep pupil of three primary colors.

With a grunt, it glanced around at all the "circus" members present.

Airplanes!!

During the strange fluctuations, I saw that the seven or eight men and women in costumes were shocked and bleeding as if they had been struck by lightning. The daggers in their hands fell to the ground, and then they fell clutching their left chests.

"A look at the mind...... Eight [Sequence 9] transcendents were killed at the same time, this is the power of the sequence in the [Star Faction], no wonder you can confuse Countess Bradley. ”

The tuxedo man narrowed his eyes and commented calmly.

It seems that it was not his men who died just now, but a group of strangers.

"Sir Paint, it won't end well if you join forces with the shelter to deal with me."

"Thank you for your concern, I care more about whether I can paint you well than my own safety."

Beckman smiled undiminishedly as he lifted his brush to continue composing.

The tuxedo man looked down and glanced at his palms, and he realized that his spirituality was slowly passing away, faintly floating towards Beckman's painting.

"You want to steal my power...... Amusing! ”

A chill flashed in his eyes.

The shadows on the soles of his feet covered him from the bottom to the top, and then he fled like ink.

The next second, he emerged from the shadows behind Beckman, his fingers together, and stabbed him in the back of the heart.

"Quiet."

Roderick held out his five fingers, and the black light flickered.

The tuxedo man's movements suddenly stiffened for a moment.

Bang bang bang bang ......!!

The investigator at the scene raised his flintlock pistol and set fire to him.

There were a few muffled pops, and the buckshot hit him, but it pierced into the shadows. The tuxedo man snorted coldly and slipped back into the shadows.

All present had lost their sight of him.

"Sir Paint, if you sabotage our plans, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you will be hunted down to death......"

In the gallery, the voice of a man in a tuxedo echoes.

Roderick frowned slightly, and Mona on the side said softly:

"This 'circus' leader is [Conspiracy Faction Sequence 7 - Assassin], he hides in the shadows, comes and goes without a trace, if we want to escape, there is nothing we can do......"

Beckman chuckled.

He summoned the gallery phantom again, and a row of oil paintings strew, and finally stopped at that one—

"Iron Hammer" Fei Rui's portrait "The Indomitable".

"He can't escape."