Chapter 206: "Reinforcements"

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Erato district, a camp of the garrison troops in Trier.

A large number of soldiers rushed out of different buildings in the dark moonlit night, forming a team without any confusion, or rolling out a cannon and bombarding the distant barricades, or carrying a rifle and advancing in small groups in the direction of the boulevard district.

It was also interspersed with steam packs and huge guns of combatants who always occupied high points around them or places where they could easily hide.

In one of the houses in the camp, Albus, whose hair seemed to be dyed red, sat in the officer's seat, his legs crossed to the edge of the table in front of him.

In his line of sight were heads floating in the air, all with bloody spines dragging underneath them, like long tails.

The heads flew towards the headless corpse in the jacket of a gold-threaded soldier on a blue background, and aimed the blood-stained Bai Sensen's spine at the empty neck and put it inside.

Click! They were "installed" at the same time, twisting from side to side a few times to familiarize themselves with their new bodies.

The newly created group of soldiers quickly grabbed their weapons and, following unknown orders, rushed out with great discipline.

Albus. Medici sighed and said, "What a nostalgic scene!"

"Will there be a river of blood tonight?"

There are several minarets towering, and a large number of golden beige buildings are painted on the outside.

"Magician" and "Justice" heard the roar of artillery.

"Advance rebellion?" Wearing a white tie shirt and a beige dress, the "magician" had a little starlight in his eyes, as if he had seen the movement of the barracks through the obstacles of the spiritual world.

Her previous horoscopes had shown that it would be some time before the catastrophe erupted, but Jaina grabbed the cyborg clerics and discovered that they were connected to cultists, and after transporting the paints and brushes, it was clear that fate had changed, and the illusory gears had officially turned.

The disaster started ahead of time with inadequate preparation.

"Justice", who was dressed in light blue, listened to the roaring cannonball, and said in a calm voice:

"Obviously, this scale cannot overthrow the current government of Intis, and can only bring a certain and short-term chaos ......"

"And strikes, marches, protests, riots, etc.?"

"It's all the strength of the Predator Cross and the Charcoal Party, Gardner. The disappearance of Martin and some of his men may have been to ignite the spark, but now it seems that the two parts are not connected enough to cooperate effectively to form a linkage. The "magician" set his sights on the south-eastern area, where there is a memorial parish, a market area and a botanical garden.

"Justice" bowed his head lightly and said: "This shows that our efforts still have a certain effect."

"They've been forced to advance, and it's good to be able to do that."

As soon as she finished speaking, the "doll" messenger in a pale gold dress walked out of the void and handed the letter from the "Judgment" to the "magician".

"Good evening, Miss Justice, I hope you are in a good mood." The messenger happily greeted Justice.

She is a spiritual creature with a habit of cleanliness, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a love of beauty, and Miss "Justice" perfectly matches her hobbies.

On the contrary, it was her employer, who had many shortcomings that she couldn't look at, so she could only add work to herself, and of course, this also brought closeness and trust between the two parties.

The "magician" unfolded the letter paper and skimmed it quickly, his expression slightly changing: the world in the painting......

"With the help of that lucky gold coin and the 'Fool' seal on Lumien's body, Arodes vaguely saw the rough picture of the world in the painting?"

"Market Avenue Part of the Scene ......"

The "magician" whispered, and then said to "Justice", "I probably understand what the cultists are trying to do, and I also know why they are in the form of 'hostels' and what the essence of those 'rooms' is.

"I can't delay any longer, let's do it now, control or clean up the 'Lady Moon', and then go find the world in the painting."

"Justice" nodded: "Okay."

She immediately smiled and said, "Trust your companions, believe in our collaborators."

"Hmm."

The "magician" took a step towards the Sacred Heart Monastery, and the corners of the beige dress fluttered.

She raised her hands, and bright stars appeared around her.

They look distant, but they are densely packed, as if they merge into the night sky of the plateau.

These countless stars shone brightly on the surface of the Monastery of the Sacred Heart.

The "magician" then lifted the void in front of him with the force of a heavy object.

In a violent and silent shaking, the Abbey of the Sacred Heart, with its towering spires, and the earth below it were "thrown" into a deep black void, surrounded by violent hurricanes and cascading darkness.

Almost at the same time, one blazing rayer of the sun lit up on the connected complex, seemingly creating thousands of miniature suns.

They fend off dark hurricanes, trying to illuminate the hidden void.

The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" then vanished in place, appearing in the space that curved and shrank around them, as if to form a dark sphere.

The golden retriever dog squatting nearby uses "psychological stealth" to carefully observe the situation around him, and does the most focused vigilance.

The world in the picture, the market avenue.

A yellowed skeleton stained with dark red and rust crawled out of the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom.

They have a strong smell of death, but they also emit a strong smell of rust and blood, which, when combined, creates and sustains a sense of madness and violence.

It felt like substance, and in an instant, it shook the crystal barrier that shrouded the darkness, causing it to appear first with a large number of cracks, and then crumble and shatter without a sound.

Seeing this scene, seeing the woman in the white sundress who was coming with Sanson's family, and seeing multiple "rooms" with a similar temperament to Safari entering the market avenue, Lumian's mind flashed through certain words spoken by the "doll" messenger.

Those old bones!

His heart moved, and his left hand grabbed Jana's arm as he sank his mind into his right palm again.

The bright red scars stood out again, and the incomparably violent, extremely crazy, and lofty aura surged upwards from his body, causing the blue sky and white clouds and the westerly sun to shake significantly.

Even with the experience, Safari and the other "rooms" were stunned for a moment, trembling uncontrollably.

The two goblins who were outside before were even more frightened, thinking that a high-ranking person had descended, and the world in the painting was about to collapse.

The yellowed, tattered, incomplete old bones creaked and turned, and bowed their heads at Lumian in unison, not instinctively attacking the nearest human.

Lumian's chin lifted slightly, and he pointed his right hand at the "rooms" with an unusually cold coldness, pointing at the two elves.

The old bones in tattered armor and rusty weapons suddenly turned into dangerous balls of blazing white fire, blasting towards each real target.

The elf's pupils in the blue beret dilated instantly, and he slammed his palm into the void.

Her body became illusory again, stained with more emptiness and indifference, as if she had been hidden in another world.

Bang!

When the blazing white fireball overlapped with her figure, it exploded with great power, but it was unable to reach the distant fantasy world and damage the target.

The "painter" in the red pants had already fallen hard, broken bones, and still had a bit of dizziness, and it was too late to change his state, so he could only consider forcibly transferring his position at the extreme speed obtained in sequence 8, but as soon as he bounced his body, he was hit by a blazing white fireball.

Bang!

This "goblin" was blown to a bloody pulp, his abdomen was open, his internal organs were leaking out, his left arm was broken, and his body was covered with signs of severe burns.

He passed out directly, and his life passed quickly.

The blazing white fireball that flew towards Safar and Gabriel suddenly entered a wilderness, and opened a distance of several hundred meters from the mannequin with a nonchalant and empty expression.

The more it flew, the weaker it became, and after holding on for one or two hundred meters, it finally fell to the ground and exploded.

Perhaps the most dangerous, wearing a white suspender dress, with slightly curly black hair and a beautiful face, as if the soulless woman was collectively targeted by multiple blazing white fireballs and blasted over.

But those dangerous fireballs either bypassed the mannequin's raised palm on their own, or strangely exploded in advance, and some even floated up strangely, flying into the air and turning into fireworks.

It's like "Room 7" is in a fate where it won't be attacked.

Not far from Safari, there was a woman in a bright red dress with a gorgeous face, her eyes were also hollow, and her temperament was quite detached.

At this time, she looked at a blazing white fireball flying like a meteor and did not make any movements.

The blazing white fireball grew darker and smaller, and when it was about to hit its target, it completely extinguished, turning back into a yellowed skeleton with a rusty spear.

The skeleton shook a few times, and then it disintegrated, and the feeling of withering became more and more obvious.

Diagonally opposite the café, there was an elegant lady in a black dress with a plump body, who on the one hand seemed to have no spirituality of her own and looked unusually erratic, and on the other hand, she showed a longing expression and eyes, opened her mouth towards the flying white fireball, and raised her hands with silver knives and forks.

With a whoosh, she sliced the blazing fireball in half.

An illusory vortex of fanged apparitions appeared in her mouth, swallowing the small half of the fireball that "lifted" the danger.

Bang!

Most of the other fireballs lost their balance and deviated diagonally from their target, shattering the glass of the café and toppling the tables and chairs inside and the exterior wall next to it.

Next to the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom, after seeing the old bones turn into blazing white fireballs to attack different "rooms" and two goblins, he didn't wait for the final result, and did not take the opportunity to raid, grabbed Jana's arm, kicked his right foot, and pounced on the original position of the Breeze Ballroom, and pounced on the place where the old bones crawled in. Erato district, a camp of the garrison troops in Trier.