The tremor of the ground still did not stop, and the dirt fell in a flutter. Douglas shook his head, pushing the dizziness out of his mind, but not the many doubts. After the ground cracked and he fell straight into the underground cavern, he thought it was Ai Wen at first, but after landing on the ground, he subconsciously rolled on his side and left the place, opening his eyes wide and opening his vision to try to catch the other party's figure.

But unexpectedly, there were many things that shimmered with spiritual light in the field of vision, but none of them looked like the silhouette of demonized extraordinary beings. Douglas crouched in place and waited for a full minute, before approaching the pale golden spot closest to him, trying to reach out and touch it, from the feel that it was probably a pair of glasses, but there were no lenses in the frame, and as soon as he got it in his hand, Douglas had a vague urge to put it on the bridge of his nose.

Such a distinctive feature reminded him of something he had used not long ago, Seal 3-0188: "Snooper".

How could it be here...... Douglas looked up at the other faint spots of light that shimmered in various colors within his vision, and remembered that the seals were originally stored in the containment chamber beneath the Harvest Chapel.

It appears that the collapse of the building and the change in the terrain have caused the seals to scatter...... Just as he had a preliminary understanding of the situation in front of him, some kind of hoarse voice calling his name came from the still dim and unknown place beyond the scope of spiritual vision: "Douglas ......"

At the moment of hearing the voice, Douglas immediately put the "Snooper" in front of his eyes—a seal that allows the wearer to see clearly even in the dark—and in this way, he saw Antonia and Antina, who were badly injured.

There was flashing light under the eyes, and the "snooper" had been removed and placed aside. Antonia coughed intermittently, feeling like a rag doll filled with wool, her arms and legs were too weak to exert her strength, but she also held down a hand to hold Douglas who was constantly looking up, preventing him from returning to the ground.

"It's useless for you to go up." Bloodclan said weakly, sharp nails scraping Douglas's shirt, "The ground is collapsing...... It was Schultz who did it, and he had a way to gain demigod-level strength for a short time, enough to hold out until support arrived. ”

As soon as Antonia said this, Douglas immediately recalled that he had "come to life" before he ran down the stairs, displaying all kinds of strange life emblems, and the appearance of Father Schultz half-kneeling on the ground to stimulate spirituality.

The priest asked me to fight for three minutes...... Since we were able to create such a space for evacuation, we must have won these three minutes...... Douglas couldn't help but ask, "The holy emblem hanging on the wall is itself a demigod-level seal?" ”

Although during the prayer activities of the congregation, Douglas discovered that the emblem itself could absorb spiritual peculiarities, but it was usually hung on the wall as ordinary, without any sealing measures, and did not show other abilities.

“…… Not really. Faced with the question, Antonia hesitated for a moment and did not explain to him, "I will tell you when I have the opportunity in the future." ”

The avoidance of the blood clan only raised some doubts in his heart. Douglas realized that his tolerance for the things that were happening in front of him but not obvious was decreasing, especially when they came one after another without warning and he could only watch the situation get worse.

He turned his face to stare into the darkness, resisting the urge to vent his nameless annoyance to his colleague, slipped his right hand into his pocket, and clenched the hexagon of Fusak.

He really didn't know anything about the power of the emblem and the source behind it. But he saw with his own eyes the way Father Schultz urged the emblem, or rather borrowed power from it. At that time, the priest's limbs seemed to be one with the earth, as if he was trying to send spirituality somewhere.

It's normal to use spirit to urge seals or magical items. However, when he thought about it, Douglas's face changed.

Demigod-level seals and even demigod-level extraordinary abilities, he has really used them several times. A special ability like "Travel" cannot be used continuously with a low level of spirituality, and the distance that can be "traveled" at a time is quite limited.

If the "wriggling hunger" were to be driven into battle with all his might, Douglas's experience would have guaranteed him a maximum of five minutes of continuous combat, which would still be an ideal situation for the use of spirituality with considerable precision and without any waste.

Even if Father Schultz is a sequence six, two sequences higher than himself, but the opposite is a real sequence four!

It's like an eight or nine-year-old child holding a machete, which can really pose a threat to people. But if the opponent is an adult with a gun, the knife in the child's hand is no different from a toy.

How long can the priest's spirituality last? Is it too late to wait for help to arrive?

The next second that all kinds of thoughts crossed my mind, the earth rumbled and shook again, but this time it was no longer trembling and swaying from side to side, but the ground was rising rapidly! The underground space was already small enough to stand, and the elevation of the foothold caught Douglas's head into the thick, wet dirt above his head.

It was about the same as being swamped, but it only lasted for a few seconds. The original underground space disappeared, and the grizzled Douglas and the bowed body protected Antonia in the arms of Antina, as well as all the seals scattered in the ground, "floated" to the ground in such a drastic change.

Touching his face indiscriminately, Douglas's first reaction was shock when he saw the situation on the ground. The first thing he noticed was the unusual emptiness. It's hard to see such a flat, open, messy ruin in the city of Beckland, which is a population of five million, and if it weren't for the trembling silhouettes of a few apartment buildings on either side of his eyes, it would be hard for him to equate what he saw with the moon flower street he passed every day on his way to work.

After that, what made him care was the extraordinary silence at the moment, the night wind faintly sent some mosquito-like small sounds, but the sound was too small, obviously it would not be the sound of a demigod-level battle.

With an unobstructed view, Douglas immediately saw that neither Evan nor Father Schultz were nearby. But when he looked around as he looked up, he saw a stranger levitating in mid-air in front of him, with a pair of illusory black batwing flapping slowly behind him.

Sensing Douglas's gaze, the man turned his head, his bright red eyes swept the ground, and then maneuvered the batwing behind him to descend.

"Count Mistral!"

Antonia, who had also seen the unrecognizable Moon Flower Street and was greatly shocked, did not come to her senses until the stranger fell to the ground, stood up with Antina in her arms, and eagerly greeted Douglas.

Count, this means a true demigod in the Bloodline rank...... Although the distinctive features of the comer had long revealed the identity of the Blood, it was not until Antonia called out the other party's name that Douglas shifted his steps and ran to the tall, lanky, white-haired Count of the Blood, with the same anxious look.

The latter's expression was gloomy and cold, but fortunately, the words he said were more reassuring than his expressions: "The priest has been taken care of, Mother God blesses, he is still alive." ”

After that, seeing the unconscious Antina and Antonia, who suddenly showed fatigue after her tense mood suddenly relaxed, the Count of the Blood Clan raised his right hand slightly, turned the ring inlaid with dark blue gems on the ring finger of his left hand, and let the illusory bats made of black mist envelop the two young Blood Clans, and in this way quickly sent them to the healing site outside the ruins.

After doing all this, Mistral turned his gaze to the silent Douglas, noticing the remaining blood stains on the bottom of his eyes, nose and ear holes, the irregular wounds on his arms that were clearly bitten by teeth, and also smelling fresh blood.

Douglas intuitively felt that what he saw and felt became obscure and hazy, and there was a vaguely invisible pressure like the low pressure before a rainstorm, and the Earl's eyes were shaped like a red moon hanging in the sky, more like inorganic metal or glass than the eyes of a living person, giving people a chilling sense of scrutiny.

Mistral paced forward, almost facing Douglas – of course, the difference in height allowed him to look down at the "master of tricks" and say in a deep voice, "You're not badly hurt." ”

He didn't restrain his sense of coercion as a demigod, but he didn't show malice either, and seemed to just ask plainly.

"The priest protected me." Douglas took a deep breath and found the most objective angle to describe his experience, "I checked the ground part of the church before starting the battle, but ......"

He quietly obscured the order in which things had happened, such as extending the time he was under the influence of the Emblem in order to skip the conversation with Evan, but emphasizing the other's penchant for torture and the possibility of targeting Antina and Antonia.

Speaking of this, he paused and seized the opportunity to ask: "Since Father Schultz is saved, what ......?"

Although the key points of Douglass's account are somewhat vague, Mistral simply strokes the silver ring in his hand and listens calmly. Hearing Douglas's question, he snorted coldly, his heart was also full of resentment, and said briefly: "I almost caught him." ”

On moonlit nights, the Bloodline demigods move at a short-range speed close to flashing, no slower than the Storm Demigods' photoelectric transformation - in fact, Mistral was the first to arrive at the scene and witness Evan recovering from some of his mythical creatures to human skin. Thompson.

And in front of the "devil", the hill-like mud and stone puppet fell to its knees, motionless.

Seeing the destruction of the Mother Earth Goddess, or the church of the First Ancestor, the Earl of the Blood Clan did not hesitate, and the moment the devil was reflected in his eyes, he stretched out his finger and sliced his eyeballs into pieces along with the enemy.

The danger foreknowledge that comes with the path makes the other party aware of a gaze that is enough to kill him. The Earl of the Blood Clan saw that the devil half-turned his body and looked at him calmly, and saw that the guy seemed to be holding a skinny human. As Mistral's fingers pierced the edge of the cornea, Evan's chest was torn with a huge hideous wound, and the black blood soaked the human's body.

The devil smiled at him, his mouth twitching slightly, as if he had chanted something.

So under Mistral's gaze, the figure of the guy suddenly disappeared into the air without warning, and the target could not be reflected in the scarlet eyeballs, and the "dark gaze" immediately lost its effect.

Frightened, the Earl of the Blood Clan immediately used the seal he carried with him to enter the spirit realm, trying to pursue it according to his own spirituality. At the same time, the High Deacon of the Church of the Night and the demigods of the Church of the Storm arrived to assist Mistral in a certain search, but nothing came of it.

The three demigods thus lost track of their attackers.

Since the secret that the identity of Mother Earth God is behind the ancestor of the Blood Clan has been revealed in the clan, conservatives like Mistral who hold their own identities would rather build an altar in their own homes than go to the Harvest Church to pray, and many members have maintained a relatively cold attitude towards the Earth Church, but the Blood Clan finally recognizes that the Church and themselves serve the same god.

And the blatant attack on the Harvest Church, the torture of the church personnel, and the act of causing the emblem of the Mother Goddess to fall to the ground and leave it in dust are tantamount to belittling the common mother of all the blood clans and insulting the only ancestor who created them!

Faced with such a situation, Mistral did not even know the identity and purpose of the attackers. The more he thought back to this short, no more than a minute of confrontation, the more anger and gloom grew in his heart.

At this time, a violent and cold wind swept from behind Mistral. Dressed in a black robe embroidered with the symbol of the storm, with a thick beard and erect hair, the "Dark Blue Priestess" is strong and powerful. Valentine strode over, casually glanced at the low sequence behind the Count of the Blood, and said to the former succinctly, "Let's go." ”

Mistral nodded, and just as he was about to point out the direction of the rescue team to the "master of tricks", he saw Douglas frown, pulled his hand from his pocket with a very slow movement, and handed himself a hexagonal brass coin.

The young extraordinary's voice was low, and he said without hesitation: "This Fusak coin...... It was picked up while inspecting the church floor. I, I'm in charge of cleaning and receiving believers on my shift, but I haven't seen a Fursack believer, and I haven't picked up anything like that. This coin...... Perhaps, it will be left behind by the attackers? ”

Mistral and Radar both looked at the unremarkable coin, and the sharp gaze of the "Deep Blue Priestess" immediately lifted from under his thick eyebrows and stared at Douglas.

The latter's outstretched hand trembled slightly, and he didn't seem to dare to respond to the gaze of a demigod, and buried his head.

The Earl of the Blood took the coin from Douglas and turned around quietly, standing between his own extraordinary man and Radje. He glanced at the coin, then gestured to hand it to Radar.

"What's there to see, Fersak's stuff, why don't you just show it to the Night Church?" The storm demigod, who was not good at divination, was obviously not interested in such a small thing, shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and urged directly.

Although he didn't like the impatient nature of the Storm Cultists, Mistral admitted that it was time for the Night Church to help. He put the coin away and gently patted Douglas on the shoulder as he stood motionless before catching up with Radar, and his slow voice pointed him in the right direction: "The seals on the ground will be handled by other support teams, stay away from them when you leave." ”

Douglas nodded wordlessly, watching the two demigods one urge the air current, and the other condensed bat wings rose up into the air and left, only after a long time did he let go of his clenched fist, exhaled slowly, and looked down at his empty palm.

That coin, he had wanted to keep for himself as a medium to track down Aven. But seeing that the Storm Church was also involved, Douglas realized that he didn't really need coins, and he also had some clues and channels that the church couldn't know, such as Marlene who was taken away by Aven, the East End gangs that Marlene wanted to destroy, the audience demigods who entrusted him to find Marlene, and ...... Amon, and the Aurora Society, and even himself.

Assuming that Evan is the "Demon of Connection" as he claims to be, and that there is destined to be a battle between himself and him, then Douglas will find him or be found, whether he holds a coin or not.

He followed the direction indicated by Mistral. The warm night breeze, already tinged with a bit of summer, brought distant faint sounds to his ears, and it sounded like many gentle voices singing nursery rhymes that lulled people to sleep, making the night seem more peaceful and deep.

However, Douglas felt like a flame crackling and burning in his heart, which could not be soothed by the singing in the night wind. He felt strange, on the one hand it seemed that there was nothing to think in his head, nothing to stay—as if all his thoughts had been consumed by the burning flame; But on the other hand, Douglas felt that he could not wait, that he could not be quiet, that he was so desperate to do something that his hands and feet trembled spasmally.

It caused him to stumble and even trip several times, or maybe it was just the illusion of a shaky gaze. For a few minutes, maybe tens of minutes, Douglas didn't notice where he was, and as the boiling flames in his brain cooled down, he realized that he was sitting with his back against half a wall, his legs stretched out, and something in his hand.

It was a very large silver necklace with a hook-like yellowed fangs hanging from the end, wrapped around his hands.

"You should check it out...... It's not something that can be solved by keeping reporters out at all......"

"The whole street - the number of deaths on the spot...... Exceeded the record ......"

“…… That's enough, it's not like I can't count...... It's all dawn......"

Someone was talking about something passing by him, and Douglas tried to listen carefully, but the voices disappeared in an instant. But soon, another shadow loomed over him, and while saying, "It's time," he took the necklace from his hand.

After the silver leaves his skin, many fragmentary thoughts intermittently return to consciousness, and Douglas looks up at Francois, who is dressed in blue and black storm robes. Lupo was also bending slightly and looking at him worriedly.