Crane made his way up, using the Faceling's abilities to trick the guards one by one, until he reached the exit of the ruins in the divination prompt.

Cautiously passing through the stone door, Crane saw a wide open space resembling a large hall, and the dim daylight spilling down from the dome proved that this was indeed the exit.

In the center of the hall there was an altar, with four hooded figures kneeling around, and another figure, also wearing a hood, was speaking in a hoarse voice to a woman of graceful figure:

"I smell the unexpected, let's get started, before it comes."

The woman chuckled softly and said in a voice as beautiful as a nightingale:

"I need you to send me to the East End."

Crane leaned back against the corner, cowered in the shadows, and asked in a very low voice:

"If I rush out and smash that altar, do you think I'll get out alive?"

"Teleportation is forbidden here!"

"I ......"

Forget the virtues of this reckless thing! I'm talking to it.

The figure was blurred, and she could already see a clear and beautiful woman in the infinite distance, and suddenly her figure froze, and she suddenly got out of that strange state, and regained her figure in this gloomy hall.

The 12 eyes looked at the corner not far from the stone gate, and Crane reluctantly walked out. But his muscles are tense and ready to launch a Jedi charge at the enemy in order to pass through the enemy blockade and escape outside.

"Is that you? How are you again! ”

Mr. A recognized the person as the little reptile that accidentally broke into his residence and escaped strangely.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a small accident."

The beautiful woman only glanced at it, smiled absently, and continued:

"Mr. A, please deal with it, I have to rush to the Eastern District as soon as possible, I can't teleport, I will have to take a little time to pass."

As soon as the words fell, the woman directly hid her figure and disappeared into the hall.

"I cordially invite you to witness the coming of my Lord."

"You are a lucky man, and you will be glorified into the body of my Lord."

Mr. A had an evil, crazy, bloodthirsty grin, and he didn't immediately make a move on the little reptile.

His four attendants fell one after another, and the altar suddenly lit up with a strong spiritual brilliance, accompanied by illusory cascading sorrows and wails, and a stream of negative emotions of sorrow, despair, pain, depression, and madness converged, and it was like the best fuel, and it lit the altar with a bang.

Mr. A waited silently for a while, and suddenly wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows.

The negative emotions collected are so different from what was expected, what is that woman doing!

Klein looked at Mr. A. in silence at the altar with a gloomy face.

Klein looked at the altar again, and the terrifying aura that was constantly devouring negative emotions reminded him of Tingen, of Megoos, of the light.

So he raised his ordinary revolver and pulled the trigger.

"Bang Bang Bang"

One after another, extraordinary golden and silver bullets were shot at the pitch-black altar, and they were swallowed silently, like a drop in the bucket, like a mantis arm as a car.

Mr. A glanced at Klein indifferently and disdainfully, and without hindrance, he faced the altar again, and the extreme madness on the verge of destruction and the pious desire to give everything for the faith made Mr. A have a strange beauty that catches the eye.

"The Creator of all;"

“……”

A's voice was firm and fearless.

"I am willing to dedicate my body and let it be used as a vessel to bear your great will!"

I really hope that everyone can live with anticipation for tomorrow, and not like this, Klein cried out weakly from the bottom of his heart.

The sweat-stained palm suddenly touched a cold object, and without thinking about it, Crane pulled it out and threw it at the altar.

"Holy shit! It's not been an hour since I came back! ”

A golden parabola streaked through the space of depravity and filth, like a grenade with a fused fuse.

"Boom!"

Mr. A's altar, which he had been busy with for a long time, exploded.

Mr. A and his lord were also about to explode.

The light and shadow on the altar continued to distort, and finally collapsed into a pitch black mass, as if it had reached the extreme, and suddenly, the huge destructive force suddenly exploded, and the entire rock wall of the exit underneath vibrate.

Like a cat that had stolen a fish and was being chased, Crane deftly bypassed the obstacle and escaped from the ruins below.

Wang Zichuan felt that he had a concussion, and he had just heard the heavenly voice of the true creator who could make the ears pregnant.

Sick of it!

Why didn't you add a soundproof formation when you first practiced this broken lamp?

"I'm buried in this ruin today, I can't get out anymore, and I'm not going to look for that dead second generation!"

……

The Nightingale of Despair quickly rushed to the East End through some preset means.

"Let's start here."

The stunning woman in a white robe curled the corners of her mouth and showed the most charming smile.

Iron-black mist slowly spilled out of her body, blending into the yellowish haze little by little.

"Wow! Wow! Wow! ”

Loud and eerie baby cries came from the distant void.

The black grid was like an invisible cage that trapped the Nightingale of Despair in the middle, and in an instant, cracks opened in those black shadows, and countless bloodshot eyeballs were densely packed, all looking at the Nightingale of Despair.

In mid-air, a tall woman sat on a pea rattan seat, calmly looking at the Nightingale of Despair.

"Mystery Queen!"

Black flames suddenly rose and coiled around the holy robes, resisting the power that froze souls.

"Why are you here?"

"Beckland's affairs can't stop the king of the sea."

Bernadette didn't mean to answer, and an ancient spear, stained with dark red blood and exuding a strong aura of destruction, condensed out.

As soon as the spear took shape, it "swished" at the desperate nightingale in the cage.

With an incomparable intent of destruction, the spear pierced into the white-robed woman's body at once.

With a "bang", the white-robed woman was shattered, and the fragments of the mirror were scattered all over the ground.

The desperate nightingale took the opportunity to get out of the cage, her pupils flashed silver, and the light blue crystal ice spear formed in an instant, and she threw herself at Bernadette in mid-air without hesitation.

Wherever the spear passed, the hoarfrost condensed, sealed the world, and swayed the ultimate chill. Layers of ice froze, and Bernadette and her pea vine were frozen in the crystal.

Bernadette and the ice suddenly shattered into starry chips, and her body condensed on the other side.

The Nightingale of Despair took advantage of the attack to hide her figure, she didn't plan to continue the fight with the mysterious queen, she just wanted to leave quickly.

Whether it is to continue to spread the disease or to flee Ribekland as soon as possible, it is imperative, and the new cardinal of the Storm Church may have weathered the wind.

The muffled sound of a horn suddenly sounded, and the space around it violently shook violently under the superposition of the sound waves of destruction, and the desperate nightingale in the middle felt his body tremble with it, and there was a tendency to shatter into powder at any moment.

Another mirror shattered, and the figure of the desperate nightingale appeared at the end of the alley, and just as she was about to shoot black flames and set fire to the surrounding houses and diseases to stop the mysterious queen, a young woman with black hair and black eyes suddenly appeared beside her, wearing a hooded classical robe, black hair and black eyes, and a beautiful and dull face.