The crimson tiara is tossed by Steve, and Crane has an assist, and it is passed to Sharon.

Sharon quickly regained her strength, her form blurred, and a few jumps came to the runaway Stephen, opening her right hand to him, and the eerie bronze door slowly opened again.

The werewolf Tyre, who was standing stupidly in the distance, suddenly moved, he suddenly accelerated, ran hard, and left a trail of afterimages as fast as he could. He slammed into Stephen like a smoking locomotive, knocking him in Sharon's direction, trying to slam him into that terrible gate.

However, Steve still had the strength to resist, and his face and exposed skin cracked bright red cracks, like a monster glued together with red glue and pieces of minced flesh, and the red in the cracks surged as if to break through the invisible barrier and penetrate into reality.

Wang Zichuan, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, was startled, and his condensed figure suddenly melted, and the magic lamp that was safely in Klein's pocket broke away by itself and hung in the air, and the wick lit up a pale golden quiet flame. The glow of the flames was substantial, and the space around it was soaked in pale gold.

Suddenly, the bronze gate that Sharon closed all of a sudden, jumped and flashed to a slightly farther position, silently watching.

In the distance, the unextinguished spark rekindled and burst into crimson flames, and Crane stepped out of it.

The light that poured out of the magic lamp coiled like a stream of water towards the monster-like Steve, binding the red cracks alive, and the pale golden restraints gradually tightened, like more and more stringent laws, forcing the existence inside to retreat and give in.

Stephen's body suddenly crumbled into pieces, and a trace of red wound around the point of light that was precipitating.

The magic lamp was like a dark whirlpool, sucking all the pale gold colors clean, the flame of the wick was extinguished at once, and the magic lamp fell to the ground with a click, and returned to its simple, dim and featureless appearance.

Sharon put away the crimson moon tiara, Marić, who had been sent off at the beginning of the battle, returned to normal, and the werewolf Tyre, who had been accused until death after the cruel words, fell to the ground.

Klein stepped forward and picked up the magic lamp that suddenly erupted for some unknown reason, and his mind was full of question marks.

He tried to explain it to Sharon and Marić, but he couldn't make up a reason, so he walked over and picked up the copper whistle and master key strung together, and waited in silence to pick up the other loot.

The cold wind of the night blew through his throat, and in the silent atmosphere, Crane suddenly let out a series of loud sneezes, which caused Marich to look at him frequently, and his eyes were meaningful.

Anxiously waiting, the extraordinary properties of werewolves and resentful spirits were finally precipitated, Sharon's figure suddenly vanished, and the biotoxin bottle and the extraordinary properties of werewolves flew towards Crane, followed by Sharon's fluttering voice:

"The book is in your room."

Then he saw Marić running away in the same wind as he had come.

Don't wait a moment to see the fireworks I prepare.

Crane raised his right hand, and all the explosives bloomed into brilliant flowers.

……

St. Hillland's Church.

Returning in a hurry, Ikenser carefully wrote the report on the investigation of the explosion in the warehouse area of the West Bailang dock.

"After surveying the scene and examining the traces of the battle, we can confirm that the two sides of the fight are mainly the extraordinary people of the prisoner path, and the initial suspicion is that it is a factional struggle within the Rose School."

“……”

"We used Seal 2-111 to restore some of the battle scenes, and we were able to determine that there were 6 combatants, all of whom had strong ability to interfere with divination......"

"Finally, there is a special situation, there is a blank space that cannot be displayed in the final picture of the battle, this situation has never appeared in previous years, the seal 2-111 will more or less give some hints, and the same situation happened not long ago, in the incident of the demon dog in the East District being killed by a mysterious person, when the scene was restored, the mysterious person who left the note was blank on the screen."

"I think the previous incident should be investigated together with this bombing, starting with the Rose School personnel hiding in Beckland......"

……

For the rest of the week, Klein studied the Book of Secrets and accumulated a basket of questions that he wanted to ask the magic lamp, but he didn't know whether to ask them or not.

At a new party, Crane finally bought the sun brooch of the old man of wisdom with all his money.

Fast forward to Monday, after the tarot meeting, Klein was thinking about how to better play and digest the magician's potion, when he suddenly heard the little sun's prayer.

Above the gray mist, in the picture of prayer, an illusory figure twisted and coiled around the little sun like a python appeared, the figure was wearing a black classical robe, a peaked soft hat, and a monocle made of crystal shone brightly in the right eye.

What is this!

Crane gasped in fright, could this be that Amon?

He resides in the spirit of the little sun, is he preparing to dive into this space, above this gray mist? At that time, will this space directly change owners? Blasphemers are said to be able to steal even the authority of the gods, and this space can't resist it.

We have to find a way to pry the power of this gray mist to get rid of this virus.

……

The Amon clone of the host that had just been replaced, patiently waited for the new host to relate to that aura again, which was the essentia breath he had been looking for.

He will use his mistaken authority to attempt to invade the Source Fort, and if he can't succeed, he will need more information in order to find the current owner of the Source Fort.

Little Sun didn't know anything, and at the request of Mr. Fool, using his own blood, began to experiment with the secret ceremony.

Soon, fun.

Amon had seen the endless gray mist, and he lifted his monocle, which immediately glowed, and he saw that the gray mist extended a looming passage to connect to the host's spirit.

Amon pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled playfully, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the passage, like a rope, and climbed up little by little.

Soon, you'll be able to meet the owner of the Source Castle, hehe.

Suddenly, Amun's movements stopped, and he saw a majestic figure looking down at him.

The master of the Source Fort?

With a flash of monocle, he saw symbols that illusoryly symbolized rules and order.

No, he definitely wasn't, he didn't have any symbol of the Source Fort on him. It is also impossible to be an angel serving the master of the Source Fort, any creature that enters the Source Fort will be polluted by the breath of the Source Fort, that is the essentia.

"Hey, I wanted to beat you up."

I know him? Why am I not impressed? Is the ontology blocking this part of the information?

Amon was still trying to grasp the edge of the crimson star, trying to cross the boundaries of reality and ascend to the gray mist.

The richly dressed man suddenly stretched out his foot and stepped on Amon's climbing palm.