A breeze blew through the remnants of Blackthorn Security's walls, kicking up another cloud of dust.

After the blind man left, the twelve-linked, translucent worm crawled out of Esther's pocket, and it silently arched itself and pulled a bloodstained hair from Esther's forehead. It then grabbed the hair and sped away from the scene with the agility of a bug, looking for a creature that was still alive in the distance to parasitize.

With the "physiological death" caused by the attack on the head after Asther's massive consumption, it was finally able to break free from the shackles of the light cocoon, and regain its own extraordinary characteristics and suppressed and hidden uniqueness.

Since being removed from the cocoon, its connection with its main body and other clones has been severed, and its fate has been compressed into a completely independent entity. This made the little bug feel very confused when it was free, so it had a plan.

I took this hair away now so that I could come back and find this strange guy after contacting another unlucky doppelganger, so that others could also experience what it was like to be imprisoned.

Hah, that must be a lot of fun.

After a few minutes, Leonard's fingers twitched twice.

The old voice in his head sighed: "Alas, it's over, it's all over." If you have the strength to spare, go and see, your captain may still be alive......"

His words weren't complete - as for the others, I'm afraid they were all dead.

Because Leonard was completely fainted, the old man had no way to see what was happening, and he did not choose to leave Leonard's body, but listened carefully to the changes in his surroundings through his voice.

He heard the roar of the building shattering, the buzzing of the insects, the flow of liquid, and the crackling of the foam, all of which frightened the old man. The last two calls, one of which was even a language he had never heard before, made the old man understand that something more had happened, and he did not take any action, but did his best to restrain his breath.

Of course, he could accurately identify the owners of those two shouts, Leonard's two colleagues who were hiding strange powers.

Leonard opened his eyes and lifted his breath to get up, his left arm seemed to be broken, basically not obeying, his right rib throbbing pain, and so did his knee. Leonard coughed up a few bruises as he breathed, and his throat smelled of rust, but luckily he barely suffered many fatal injuries, and even cleverly avoided the sharp stones where he landed.

At this time, Leonard did not have time to wonder if the old man had helped him, and when he dragged his tired body to approach Dunn, he first saw Esther's head with the ends of her silver hair scattered, and the back of her head was a sharp penetrating wound.

Leonard didn't even dare to turn Esther's face over, he was afraid to see the wound on the other side of her forehead.

Then Leonard saw Crane a few steps away, Crane's chest was also a penetrating wound that would have taken his life with a single blow, and the huge hole seemed to tear Leonard's heart as well, and he stumbled over to Dunn and fell to his knees.

Dunn's chest still rose and fell slightly, and after Leonard heard Dunn's breathing, he could no longer hold back the pent-up emotions in his heart, and his green eyes were soaked with tears, which soon left two clear tear stains on Leonard's face, washing away a little dirt and blood.

"Why ......"

Why is this happening? Esther, Klein, how could they just die like this? They have so many secrets hidden in them, they are all right, the captain is still alive, why are they ......

The old man's voice rang out: "Crane and Dunn fought until the last moment, and Dunn used his heart to activate the power of the holy relic and banished the baby. And Esther was bent on saving your captain, so she lost her combat power against the enemy, which was all planned by the other party. From the very beginning it was a game, the enemy's purpose was St. Selena's urn, and everyone was used by such a conspiracy......"

Leonard's fist slammed the floor, but there was no way to vent his anger, only more grief welling up.

Leonard has never felt his weakness so deeply, and has even begun to hate his long-term slackness.

If he had been stronger, would the outcome of this fight have been different?

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Docklands, Dragon Bar.

Ademisor, who was sitting in the corner, was shocked, if there was an extraordinary person nearby who had turned on his vision, he could see the light cocoon around him suddenly dim, and the crazy whispers and visions of the outside world became clear again. But none of this could compare to the sorrow that Ademisor felt, and he shuddered his head and cried so hard that he muttered "The light is gone" over and over again.

Ademisor's eyes quickly swelled, and he suddenly remembered what Esther had given him, and reached into his pocket to pull out the unused bottle of ointment, but brought out something else, a blue-purple fruit candy with the aroma of grape juice, wrapped in candy wrapper.

But now, the candy had broken into several petals, spilled out of the outer wrapper, and fell into the dust on the ground.

"Broken? Why!? The thread of the 'light' is also broken......"

Ademisor wanted to scream and run out, to cry and let everyone who saw hear the bad news, the "light is gone from here", the light cocoon on his body lit up faintly, and then completely became transparent.

Ademisor's tears began to flow down again, and he threw himself on the ground and grabbed the pieces of candy and stuffed them into his mouth, despite the dirt on them.

The taste spread out on the tongue was sweet, and it was rolled up with the bitter dust, and mixed with the tears that flowed into the mouth.

Ademisol buried his face in the crook of his arm, his back trembled from time to time, and he began to mutter words that others did not understand, as if he had returned to the time when he could not wake up, but if one came close and listened carefully, he would be heard repeating: "The light will continue to guide me, and the light will not be extinguished......"

Daffodil Street, Sling Bakery.

Wendy suddenly knocked over the teapot, her heart beating fast, which was not a good thing for an elderly man, and the feeling of dizziness lasted for several seconds before dissipating.

Wendy leaned against the wall and walked to the door, panting and flipped the "Open" sign on the door, turning away the guests who hadn't arrived yet.

She looked around the store blankly, her gaze lingering on the back door for a long time, and it took more than a dozen seconds for her to realize that something was wrong. In addition to the apron that Wendy and Fiona used to wear, there was originally a third apron hanging there, such a soft warm yellow square, which was not their preferred color, because it was easy to get dirty.

Oh, but it's certainly especially for young people, very lively and smiling young girls.

The apron's lanyard was broken and was curling up in a ball on the ground.

Wendy didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable, so she got up again to pick up the apron and looked at it for a long time.

Beckland Bridge District, Kikyo Flower Apartments, Rent 13.

The lady in the rose-red dress took off her wide-brimmed straw hat and hung it on a hanger by the door, revealing her sweet and round cheeks. Having just attended a Beckland underground extraordinaire trade rally, she returned to her apartment and took off her high heels, just wanting to rest quietly on the soft sofa and think carefully about what she had to do tomorrow.

The mild-mannered lady habitually opened the secret compartment under the coffee table to take out the handkerchief with the orange peel inside, but was shocked to find that the handkerchief had been torn inch by inch, and the orange peel inside had only been reduced to small, shriveled residue at the slightest touch of her.

How so!? Has anyone been here?

The lady immediately looked at the trap she had set in the house, but to her further bewilderment, there was no sign of any of the curses being touched, and none of the divination she had performed.

No one else had ever entered the room except herself, and even if there were, they had cleverly avoided the magic she had set up, and at least they had to be a lot higher than her to be able to sneak in so quietly.

But why would a person with such abilities come here only to destroy a mediocre handkerchief? Is this a warning? Still is...... Because the owner of the handkerchief?

But who exactly is the owner of this handkerchief, even if the pretty lady wants to break her head, does not evoke the slightest memory of it.

North of Beckland, underground of St. Samuel's Church.

In a neat lounge with many bookcases, old Neil's mind suddenly paused for a moment, and the opera story in his hand fell from the palm of his hand and spread out on the woolen carpet, just in the scene where the heroine confronted death: "Darkness is coming, and night is about to replace the dawn." ”

Old Neil's pendant with a photo of his fiancée on his chest was inexplicably cool, which brought him back to his senses from his empty consciousness.

"What......" He touched his heart blankly, his eyes swept across the room, and he always felt that the world in front of him seemed to be missing something.

But nothing had happened in the room, except for the books that had just fallen from his hands, lying on the ground in disobedience.

Before old Neil could lean over to pick up the book, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a lady wearing black lipstick appeared, she was not very old, but she deliberately painted a very old-fashioned makeup, and the pale blue eyeshadow and blush gave her a kind of bewitching charm.

The lady at the door looked nervous, clutching a broken braided bracelet in her hand.

"Something has happened in Tingen, and Deacon Sesima has urgently summoned a part of the night watch, and we are now going to rush there at once...... I think I'll tell you that I'm going to have to assemble right away. ”

Old Neil smiled, and there was a clear light in his dark red eyes: "Go, Daly, don't waste time with an old man." Remember to say hello to everyone for me. ”

Hopefully it wasn't because something happened to them.

Old Neil picked up the book and stared at the lines, feeling as if he had forgotten something.