Fires, everywhere there were blazing fires, or the flames were burned out and the ground was completely destroyed, churches were destroyed by fire, bell towers were destroyed by fire, and the city-state itself seemed to have been destroyed by fire.

The hot wind howled through the burned church square, where dust was rolled up, shards fell from the bell tower, and blackened flags fell in the wind.

A tall, lightweight-clad figure stepped onto the plaza, a wide, heavy, greatsword in his hand slicing a series of sparks across the scorching ground.

The ends of Vanna's hair had been scorched from the appalling heat of the environment, and her armor was torn all over the place, and some of the wounds could still be seen bleeding, the flesh of the wounds squirming and slowly healing.

She held a sword in her right hand and a huge minigun in her left, and the heavy ammunition box she carried on her back - the machine gun had been removed from a half-destroyed steam walker when she had passed by the arsenal not long ago, and it was easy to use.

The hot wind blew and the smell of ash penetrated her nostrils, and Vana squinted her eyes slightly, looking at the street in the distance, and the smoke and red light slowly rising in the background of the street.

In this "history", the whole of Pland has been burned.

The fire, which began in 1889 and remained unnoticed for eleven years, burned through the city, solidifying the entire city-state in ruins in a slow ablation.

Even the Storm Goddess's power had been severely distorted and interfered with—the longer Vana stayed here, the harder she felt she felt the sea breeze.

It is easy to burn a city-state, but it is difficult to burn it without the gods knowing, and those heretics have taken advantage of the loopholes of history, and may even have used the person of the Black Sun to interfere with the gods' judgment of the earth.

But...... Where are those heretics?

A low, hoarse murmur suddenly came from the shadows of a nearby building, and this murmur carried a blasphemous and malicious power, and the shadows condensed out of thin air in the whispers, turning into a delusional illusion, but Vana did not turn her eyes in the direction of the shadow condensation and the murmuring, but casually raised the six-barreled machine gun in her left hand and pulled the trigger in another seemingly empty direction.

The deafening roar exploded over the square, the yellow bullet casings scattered like rain, the tongue of fire swept by, and a tall and thin shadow suddenly appeared in the air, the shadow was originally hidden in the gap between light and shadow, and at this moment it was forced to appear, and in a hurry, it could only use a large number of tentacles and black umbrellas in its hands to resist the barrage that came to the face - and it was between its resistance that the roaring waves suddenly exploded!

Vanna threw the giant sword in her hand, and the giant sword smashed down with the force of the storm, piercing the monster and flying ten meters away and firmly nailed to the ground, and then she didn't pay any attention to the already pinned attacker, but quickly turned around, took a sideways step, grabbed and pulled out a twisted lamppost, and smashed the heavy steel to her side.

The second hidden assailant was knocked to the ground by a streetlamp, his ugly flesh-like head shattered into a puddle of rotten flesh, and its remnants struggled and wriggled violently on the ground until Vana turned the massive minigun around and the scorching bullets swept through like a storm.

"A stealthy sneak attack in pairs...... Your tactics seem to stop there. ”

Vanna muttered, tossing away the badly twisted lamppost, then beckoned to the side and withdrew the Storm Greatsword, holding it at her side with one hand, still holding her machine gun in the other, and continuing to point at the shredded flesh of the monster on the ground as if she were executed.

After a few seconds, she frowned.

"No regeneration?"

The young Inquisitor stooped down to confirm that the pile of debris that had once belonged to the Sons of the Sun had only slumped silently on the ground, showing no signs of regeneration, and had even begun to rapidly lose its moisture and activity, turning into a shriveled pile of char at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Why is that? Why do these residues lose their ability to regenerate? Is it because their bodies are suddenly weakened? Or is it because these residues have been greatly weakened for some reason?

Vanna watched the scene in confusion and wariness, then suddenly lifted up, as if sensing something and staring at the street not far away.

A green stream of fire appeared in the darkness, and then flew quickly

The ground gathered and spread at the edge of the square, and then, as if feeling something, it suddenly pounced on the remains of the heir's remnants!

Incinerate, devour, grow.

In Vanna's presence, the invading green flames burned away the lifeless flesh like a predator enjoying its catch.

The young Inquisitor's eyes froze in an instant, and he stared warily at the spreading green flames, thoughts and speculations surging through her mind, but the flames seemed to ignore her—they flowed around the square, and finally flowed farther away.

Vanna watched thoughtfully as the flames flowed and spread, then stepped along, heading deeper into the city-state.

……

Torrential rain poured down, water curtains reached the sky and earth, and the rain falling from the thick clouds was like a conspiracy that had been brewing for many years and finally became apparent, washing away everything in the city-state of Plant.

And when the rainstorm couldn't stop Morris, the fate of fate came into play again - his car finally broke down.

The old scholar resolutely gave up the idea of restarting the car, knowing that the power of the obstruction would only grow, for the last preacher had declared to himself at some moment he did not know that the curse would not allow him to fix the car.

But the "declaration" of the last preacher is not an unsolvable spell, and generally speaking, it can only lead or interfere with the "event" to varying degrees, and the longer it lasts and the greater the coverage, the greater the force it needs and the more powerful it is, and the more powerful it is.

He couldn't stop in the midst of this torrential rain.

Morris opened the car door, and the biting cold wind and torrential rain hit his face at the same time, instantly drenching his whole body, and even blowing him staggering.

But the old man only reached out and pressed his hat, and with the other hand he tightened his cane, and took a step towards the chaotic and hazy rain curtain ahead.

He didn't have an umbrella, and in this weather, it didn't make much sense.

It's already a short distance from the antique shop, half a block away, and if the weather is a little better, you can even see the store's sign.

But in the harsh conditions of the moment, all he could see was a vast curtain of rain and a few shops on both sides of the street, with the doors and windows of the nearest ones closed.

Maurice trudged through the rainstorm, and for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the familiar shop appear in his field of vision.

The old man subconsciously quickened his pace.

The curse that the last preacher had placed on himself seemed to have finally reached the end of the crossbow, and the wind of confrontation that had always been blowing in his face gradually weakened, and the chill in the wind was no longer as cold and bitter as it had been at the beginning, and the rain curtain was no longer as dense as it had fallen on his body like a stone.

When he was only a few steps away from the antique shop, Maurice suddenly heard a voice in his ear-

"Stop, you'll regret it!

"There is no salvation ahead...... Poland will only be swallowed up by another catastrophe!

"History is about to complete its replacement...... What you have saved is no longer a real reality, but a reverberation from the wrong path......"

Morris didn't stop in his footsteps, he took two quick steps forward, and at last he almost slammed open the door.

For a moment, the voice in his ears suddenly vanished, as if it had never been there.

The cold wind and rain on the streets were also blocked from the gates.

Morris stumbled a few steps forward, water spilling onto the floor, and the warm, bright interior made it difficult for him to adjust for a while.

He faintly heard a conversation coming from upstairs, it was two young girls, one of whom was Nina's voice: "It's raining so hard!" ”

"yes, all of a sudden, it went down...... Fortunately, I listened to your uncle and came back early. ”

"Then my hair is drenched...... Shirley, you help me wipe my hair in the back! ”

Maurice shook his head, letting his thoughts, which had been somewhat numb from the cold wind and rain, gradually recover, and he looked up in the direction of the counter.

In the warm light, a blonde lady in a deep purple dress was sitting quietly behind the counter, casting a curious gaze in this direction.

Very beautiful lady, but Maurice and not

Didn't pay much attention to the lady's appearance.

What he noticed was the transcendent and elegant temperament of the other party, as well as the mysterious and quiet atmosphere that seemed to linger around her.

It was as if she were not sitting in an antique shop in the lower town, but in the tranquility of the palace garden, looking at herself as a reckless outsider with a detached and calm gaze, with a graceful bearing.

Morris felt as if he was aware of something ...... in the lady Inhuman, but he converged all his perceptions in the next second.

Mr. Duncan's antique shop has a "newcomer" who has never been seen before, but no matter what the identity of the newcomer is, it must not be snooped into.

Then, he heard a greeting coming from the opposite side: "It's raining a lot outside, old sir, do you need help?" ”

"Mr. Duncan...... I'm looking for Mr. Duncan," said Morris, who was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly spoke, "something very important! Isn't he in the store? ”

"He's here," the mysterious and elegant woman smiled, "and he said he had a little high blood pressure, so he was resting on the second floor. ”

Morris looked stunned: "Blood pressure ...... A bit high? ”

The blonde woman behind the counter shook her head: "I don't know what's going on - he's not in a good mood after we've discussed history and fakes." ”

History and fakes?!

Morris's heart jumped suddenly, and he wanted to ask something more, but at that moment, he heard footsteps on the stairs, followed by Mr. Duncan's voice: "Alice, are there any guests?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Duncan! An old man I don't know! ”

Morris looked up and saw Duncan standing on the stairs, half of his body illuminated by the light and half hidden in the shadows.

He saw himself, and his face was a little surprised and curious.

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