"The history of the Kingdom of Rune will remember this day."

"The Great Smog of Beckland."

That's how it should be! That's how it should be!

The desperate lady who was prostrate on the ground barely raised her head and looked in horror at Orna, who was high up in front of her.

Why, why did the angels come so fast?!

Although she also expected the arrival of angels, but, but, this is inevitably too fast, right?!

The plague she had just sent out had not even spread for a kilometer before it was swept and swallowed by an aura full of vitality, leaving no trace.

Like a clown, she carefully arranged this grand tragedy, but when she looked back, she found that what she did was actually just a boring little trick that others could interrupt at will!

"Huh."

In the dreary night, Orna, bathed in crimson moonlight, let out a sneer as he stared at the frightened and desperate lady he trampled underfoot.

He put away the bat wings that loomed behind him, covered with obscure occult patterns, and gently dusted off his gold-patterned white robe with his hand, which was not as pale as a living person.

Elegance.

It was the first word he conjured up.

Dangerous.

That's the last word he comes to mind.

The Lady of Despair wanted to give it a go, even if she was dead, to cause some damage to the angel in front of her.

But then, she was devastated and discovered something.

- All of her spirituality was drained by the chain that Orna used to bind her!

"Angel ...... of the 'Moon' Path"

In the moment of spiritual deprivation, the Lady of Despair showed signs of losing control, but she still understood the path of the angel in front of her.

- Good at manipulating the "moon" path of spirituality.

Orner's lips were slightly hooked, and her scarlet eyes reflected the ugliness of the desperate lady, distorted by hatred.

He crouched down, his hands glowing with a dazzling crimson light, circles of mysterious intricate patterns condensed from the light, and slowly climbed into the shattered spirit of the desperate lady.

Sou!

The "contract" is concluded.

The Lady of Despair's expression gradually settled, and her eyes were blank and glazed, as if she were a puppet...... No, not as if.

She's now completely Orna's puppet.

"Blood Servant Transformation"!

Although it is not a "blood servant transformation" in the traditional sense, after all, Orna directly erased the will of the desperate lady, not put a shackle on her.

He's not a bad guy with compassion, let alone ...... Lady Despair deserves to die.

Orner hummed a little song in a cheerful mood and was about to leave, when inspiration suddenly struck.

He couldn't help but stop, turned his head with a smile, and said nonchalantly to the air in front of him:

"Long time no see."

He paused, and continued, "Goddess. ”

"Long time no see."

A cold, unsqueezing voice sounded out of thin air, and the space around it suddenly distorted, and the power of "secret" was withdrawn.

The owner of the voice was a young woman, dressed in a classical robe with a cloak, her black hair scattered over her shoulders, her black eyes dark and dark, and her face beautiful but dull.

- "0-17" Mother of Heaven, or "Goddess of the Night" Amanisis.

"It seems that I didn't have to interfere in this matter in the first place." Orna Road.

Amanisis shook his head, indicating that he didn't care, and said softly:

"It's okay, I'm just a little surprised that you woke up, congratulations."

"Hehe, can you not wake up."

Orna spread his hands, looking helpless, and said:

"The new master of the source castle and the candidate for the 'Master of Mystery' have already been in sequence 6, and I won't wake up again, and I don't know if I will die in my sleep one day."

Amanisis shook his head, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and said:

"You still have 'Omibela' protection, don't you?"

Orna pursed his lips and said, "Alright, goddess, there is your 'secret' here, and you are still so careful." ”

Amanisis nodded, then shook his head again, saying, "Caution is never a mistake. ”

"Okay, okay, if you don't have anything to do, I'll leave first! I'm looking forward to seeing our fellow countrymen. ”

With that, Orna waved his hand and summoned a quaint bronze gate.

There was always a strong spiritual aura in that door, and there was a faint stench of the starry sky.

- In the eyes of Amanisis.

His expression did not change, but he said inexplicably:

"You put it down."

Ornar grinned, then said nothing, and stepped through the door with his new "blood servant", Lady Despair.

It really smells of running away.

……

In a small town just outside of Beckland.

Dressed in dry and clean clothes, Klein placed the soaked banknotes on the surface of the table one by one, waiting for them to dry naturally in the warm room.

In this process, he moved cautiously and very gently, and even the sneezes and coughs brought by the cold and fever were forcibly suppressed.

To make sure there were no mistakes, he didn't control the heat and bake it himself.

With all this done, he walked to the corner of the hotel room, where a full-length mirror was placed.

Klein was about to try his "Faceling" abilities, but he only heard a loud rumor from the sidelines, and his spirit was triggered by madness.

He immediately turned around and assumed a fighting stance, pulled out the revolver, and quickly put the "wriggling hunger" on his hand.

In front of him, a bronze door suddenly appeared, and then slowly opened, making a heavy "creaking" sound.

Crane's heart grew strained.

Who the hell found him at such a time?!

It was so dark that I couldn't see clearly, but it made people feel frightened, and there was the sound of unhurried footsteps.

Click, click, click......

Klein made an instant decision, maneuvered the revolver to shoot a bullet in the middle, and then snapped his fingers crisply, preparing to escape with the help of "Flame Shuttle".

But suddenly, blood-colored chains of black mist rose from his shadow, binding Crane to his death.

Oh no, my spirituality is passing fast...... Crane couldn't care so much, ready to whisper his name above the gray mist.

"Not part of ......"

But suddenly, he couldn't speak again, his throat seemed to be blocked by a thorn, and the slightest movement came with a heart-rending pain.

"Please wait a minute, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty."

Orner's playful voice rang out, and Klein realized that the door had disappeared again at some point, as in the same hurry as it had come. And the owner of the door was already standing before him.

Crane looked nervously at the man in front of him, he was dressed in a gold-striped white robe, his short silver-white hair was casually combed back, and the eyes in his slender fox eyes were as scarlet as blood.

Bloodsucker...... Klein looked at Orna's long, pointy ears again, guessed Orna's race, and then focused on the phrase "Sherlock Moriarty."

He knows my name, he looked into me? No, it could also be one of his extraordinary abilities? See through people's hearts? Reading memory?

For a moment, Klein's thoughts were racing.

"I know you're certainly hostile to me right now, but—" Orna snuffed out, looking very unbeaten, "I'm not hostile to you. ”

With that, he released the confinement of Crane's voice, and Crane suddenly felt a chill in his throat and almost choked.

He stared deeply at Ornar for a long time before he asked in a low voice, "Who are you?" ”

"Me?" Ornar laughed, "A little ...... Well...... Demigods, yes, I'm just a little demigod. ”

He didn't tell Klein his true sequence directly, for fear of scaring the fellow in front of him.

Demigods, at least sequence 4...... Klein was stumped, after all, with his current state of being a fish on the board, let alone fighting back, even if he escaped, it would be difficult to climb to the sky.

He couldn't even call out to Mr. Azik for help.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Klein couldn't help but think back to the battle he had fought against the Evil God's Heir when he was in Tingen.

Is he going to fake his death again? But he didn't dare to guarantee that he had a third life......

Therefore, the only hope now is that the demigod in front of him really has no ill will towards him......

Klein thought quickly, but Orna suddenly leaned his face closer to Crane and said:

"Hey, actually, I know that your name was Klein Moretti, right?"

Klein was stunned, and then a chill rose in his heart. If it weren't for the ability of the "clown", his current expression would definitely be very distorted.

Melissa, Benson......

Anger and fear are two strong emotions that are intertwined, constantly hitting Klein's heart.

"But—" Orner dragged out the tail again, which undoubtedly made Crane angry, "I won't do anything to your family." ”

Klein looked at Orner, but beneath the calm exterior was an undercurrent surging.

In "This World", his inverse scales are Melissa and Benson.

"Hey, I said I wouldn't do anything to your family! Don't stare at me with those oozing eyes! ”

Ornar shouted, raising his hand and waving it at Crane, and the chains that held Crane back into the shadows quickly.

But Klein didn't choose to run away in the first place.

Because the person in front of him knew Melissa and Benson.

He knew Melissa and Benson.

He knows.

He knows......

He knows!!!!!!!

In any case, Klein couldn't escape alone, not to mention that aside from the initial attack, Orner's behavior was quite friendly.

"That's right." Orna bent his eyebrows and smiled, "We should trust each other, don't we?" ”

Hehe...... Klein rolled his eyes inwardly, and then quietly made a divination, and after confirming that Orna was indeed not malicious, he had some confidence and asked:

"Who the hell are you?"

Orna spread his hands helplessly and said:

"It's all said, just a demigod."

"We should trust each other, aren't we?" Klein mimicked Orner's tone and repeated his words, successfully choking Orner.

"Okay, okay! I said, I said not yet......" Orna thought for a moment before saying, "You can call me Orna." ”

"And then."

"I belong to the Mother Earth Church of God."

"And then."

"I am the sequence 4 of the 'pharmacist' pathway...... Well, the 'Witch King'. ”

……

"And then."

Olnar wailed in despair, shook Klein's shoulder vigorously, and said loudly:

"Isn't it, big brother?! You're going to shake my old bottom out! ”

Klein looked at Orna, who was not serious at all in front of him, and did not have the slightest appearance of a high-level extraordinary, and muttered in his heart:

"Is this really a demigod......

"Alas, since you don't believe me so much, then I'll tell you a secret of mine~"

As he spoke, Orna laughed.

"I'm also a 'time-traveler.'"

Klein froze in place.

At this moment, the crimson moon outside the window suddenly shone brightly, and the moonlight shone mottled through the window onto Orna's face, making him look very mysterious.

At the same time, it is extremely dangerous.

Immediately, I only heard Orna whisper in some jerky Chinese:

"Hello, Zhou Mingrui."