The dream had just ended, and Francis, who was in the chapel, was still discussing what to do next.

But suddenly, Francis stretched out his right fist upwards and looked serious.

He heard dense footsteps outside.

Alice looked at Francis's inexplicable behavior and comforted: "Probably a citizen passing by." ”

Francis shook his head, how could he approach here neatly, but the footsteps passing by should be in a chaotic direction and at different paces.

"Richard, turn on the streetlights."

"Yes, Mr. Francis."

Richard turned on the street lamp, and in an instant the dim light came on outside, but there was an eerie silence in the chapel.

Because under the light, a figure appeared outside, and the water around the place was impassable.

The three of them were surrounded by a group of unknown figures.

Seeing that it was humanoid, Alice breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Look, it's just a group of dizzy citizens. ”

Francis didn't speak, just picked up his weapon and walked outside, step by step.

As soon as he walked out of the chapel, those who looked at the extraordinary stage knew that it was not that simple.

Francis swept his gaze over the pale faces, almost paler than Planck's.

Alice and Richard walked out, and Alice wondered, "Who are they?" ”

Francis turned around and replied lightly: "People? I don't think they're human. ”

"Because I didn't hear the heartbeat of any of them."

In his alchemy-modified ears, the walls formed by the humanoids were a pitch-black silence.

They are not human, absolutely not!

As soon as he finished speaking, the unidentified creatures in front of him invariably smiled in horror, and took off their hats to reveal the other seven fang-covered mouths on their foreheads.

Because of the sudden start, Richard took a few steps back, and kept muttering, "What are you doing..."

Hera's apparent calm, which had lasted for hundreds of years, was torn off at this moment.

Francis hugged his chest and began to try to judge the kind of monsters in this group.

Not vampires, they don't have so many mouths on their heads.

Wolves and demon birds are obviously excluded, because these monsters make strange noises from time to time, and they don't have wings to get along with the demon birds.

The degree of aberration of extraordinary power is high, but it is paradoxical to be so pale as an aberrant monster.

So what exactly is it?

After a short moment, Francis suddenly came to his senses and smiled;

There is only one possibility, and in Norman the city of Hera this outcome is so obvious!

He clasped his fists and clapped his hands and said, "A demonic stone statue made of distorted rocks and blood..."

Why is it so pale, it is because they come from a pure white marble matrix.

The high-ranking demonic stone statues that surrounded them opened all their mouths in unison, but only one voice came out: "Francis Messiah, the full moon is coming, and the Duke of Celts will fulfill the prophecy for you." ”

Alice looked puzzled when she heard this, and said, "Duke Celtic? There has always been only a acting duke, and no one inherits the title. ”

Richard stumbled to Alice about Francis's relief from Lisa, the head of the guard.

"I'm not mistaken, the Guard's last name is Duke Celtic."

Alice was stunned, and responded in a barely audible voice: "Don't you know, the Duke of Celtic should have died hundreds of years ago..."

Alice didn't blame, but after a while, she realized something, and then looked back at the group of demon statues.

The Celtic family has not had an heir to inherit the duke's name for hundreds of years, and others think it is to mourn the duke.

But it seems that today Alice has learned the answer.

Duke Celtic, a group of demonic stone statues surround themselves in his name.

Clues and observations are strung together in a flash of inspiration.

It seems that Duke Celtic has never died, he must have been contaminated with supreme power, or perhaps he has advanced an extraordinary derivation, but it must be inseparable from the flood of demon statues in Hera over the years.

At this time, the terrifying smiles of the demon statues continued unabated, and the owner behind them, the Duke of Celtic, casually flipped through Francis's memories and decided that the prophecy of Francis's death on the full moon must be fulfilled.

Francis snorted at this threat, and he never had one answer: "Let's talk about the next full moon." ”

The demon statues instantly activated the distorted essence and rushed towards Francis in the moonlight. With just one touch, a living person is assimilated into a statue.

Francis reacted quickly, immediately raised the second-order alchemy modified large-caliber fist first-barreled musket, and pushed the chamber without hesitation, eager to see how effective it was for the first time.

Francis laughed and shouted, "Hit the jackpot!" ”

The muzzle of the gun instantly flickered with a burst of blue light that illuminated half of Hera City, and dozens of extremely destructive focused arcs of intense electricity scattered out, electrocuting more than a dozen fourth-order demon stone statues that could not be drained into pieces!

The first-order flame powder was replaced by an arc-generating device of extremely high energy levels.

Every rifling in the chamber of the gun is gathering energy for the arc and gathering energy again!

Between the arcs of electricity, the blue electricity spread wildly, sweeping across the streets of the chapel.

Now, let the flashes and arcs fly!

The effect was outstanding, and Francis immediately threw the steaming exhaust 'Pfister' to Richard, who was not an extraordinary person, and giving it to him would allow him to play more roles.

"Take it for now, or you won't be able to smash the stone statue with the steam engine behind you."

Richard caught the cannon in his heavy hand, almost fell to the ground without standing firm, and nodded at Francis to say that it was okay.

After Francis finished speaking, he was the sword scabbard sounded, and he took Solomon's sword to activate the gear, and the steam thrust surged out instantly, and Francis catapulted towards the demon stone statue group in one go.

With Alice's quick Miraculation Gate, Francis leaps to the center of the group in the blink of an eye, plunging Solomon's sword into the marble pavement with all his might.

The gears are turning, the steam is roaring!

The liquid steam that burst into the surroundings formed a water jet, and countless blades swept away like the periphery, sweeping away the demon stone statues on the road like a barren grass.

Richard, who had been struggling to raise his head and try to aim, tilted his head and asked, "It's over?" ”

Francis was about to give Solomon an affirmative answer, but then a voice rang out:

"Of course it's not over."

Together, the three Franciscans search for the source of the sound.

The guard, who had duel with Francis during the day, clapped his hands and walked out slowly, his forehead slowly growing sharp teeth.

"I told you, Francis, no one is soft in the center of the duel."

The fragments of demonic stone statues that were slashed or electrocuted around were slowly gathered into their original appearance like a tower of high sand, and there was no difference at all.

Qi Qi smiled at Francis.

Horrible, as always.

Francis pulled out of Solomon's room, shook his head and said in astonishment:

"I really hit the jackpot."