The spirit world itself is colorful and has a structure that is completely different from the real world, and after Russell's rules are distorted, it is like a washing machine full of fluorescent tops, full of dizzying light pollution.

Even Yager had to succumb to the picture and close his eyes.

Thankfully, those pesky colors are gone now.

Here's another place.

The gloomy moon hung high in the sky, taking up almost half of the sky, and was of a frightening size. Below, there is a vast mist, and a lifeless workshop.

Dreamland.

In order to prevent being pushed out of the spirit world and falling into a place where he shouldn't be, Ager had to forcibly return here halfway.

He began to sort through the items he had gotten.

First of all, at the beginning, when the anomalous space created by Bernadette was shattered, he was included in the Book of Natural Disasters.

The text in this book is rather strange, and it seems that the Elvian language once appeared in the Quaternary records.

The content is roughly about an elf named 'Gohinham'.

"You'll have to check it against other sources."

Yager frowned.

Genie? He came to this world without contact at first. It is said to have been active in the earliest eras. In those days, the fighting was extremely fierce, and it wouldn't be a friendly species.

There is indeed a part of the moon on the back of the book.

After flipping through the pages twice, he put the book down and turned his gaze to the other two loot.

One of them is the pale mask.

The one in Bernadette's hand.

Due to the urgency of the situation, she was not able to take it back, so it has now changed its surname to 'Dressster'. Perhaps, some poor daughter, who was focused on her father, had not yet discovered its loss.

The corners of the evil tentacle monster's mouth curled slightly.

And the other is what the Kos parasite tore from Russell-

A yellowish light cluster.

"The breath has a lot in common with Russell's. But it doesn't seem to be able to react to the outside world either? Yager tilted his head and tapped it.

The light did not move.

I don't know what the composition is.

But what can be judged is that this thing definitely has a lot to do with Russell's soul. Not to mention that this can do whatever you want to Russell, the impact can still be done.

But just as Yage was ready to do something to it, to start a terrifying experiment! A sound of footsteps came from behind him, interrupting the sins on his workbench.

"Dear Hunter."

Miss Doll's crisp voice came from behind, "I think you should come over and take a look at this." ”

"Something seems to have changed in the cornerstones of dreams."

At the same time, distant Beckland.

After the disappearance of Yager, the city finally calmed down. For a whole week, there were no attacks, no unrest, and no accidents.

Night, storm, machine, three churches, faithfully kept the city safe and unhindered.

It's so peaceful.

Looking at the quiet sunshine, Green took a sip of tea in a happy mood.

A brand new monocle was perched on the bridge of his nose.

He was dressed in a black robe and a peaked top hat, as if he had returned to the most normal attire of the Amuns.

The only discord was the ugly scar on his neck.

The red scab runs across the left and right, always indicating the dangerous scene when the scar is left -

He could almost have changed his name to 'Amon the Almost Headless'.

Forget it, don't mention the nasty tentacle monsters.

Green touched the scar on his neck, put down the teacup, as if suddenly remembered something, picked up a glass that was placed on the coffee table, and shook it in the sun.

Inside, a few drops of clear blood were flowing.

"Wonderful new accident."

His eyes were crooked, and he stared with interest.

It doesn't take much thought to know that in the weeks since he got the injection, he has been studying his blood countless times. Otherwise, Lenze cannot be restored to its original condition.

Although it depends mainly on the ability of the thief.

"Try the power of the Storm Path today."

He stared at the blood, and with a smile, he dripped a drop of unknown liquid into it, and inside, the breath of the ocean belonging to the Lord of the Storm was flowing.

His spirituality then penetrated into the blood that had been dead all along.

As always, nothing.

There are changes.

Several bubbles bubbled up from the blood, as if boiling, and terrifying extraordinary fluctuations overflowed from the inside and outside.

The gray mist suddenly opened in front of my eyes!

"Wait—"

Green's face immediately changed, his body moved, and the ability that belonged to the thief was working at full strength!

But it's still too late!

The terrifying aura fluctuated for a moment, and then completely disappeared into the block, along with a certain thief who had done a lot of evil and was now finally subdued.

Beckland returns to tranquility.

Above the gray fog.

Klein was sitting upright on a long bronze table surrounded by bloodlines, his eyes closed and divination. Next to him, the tusks from Kavituwa were floating.

He named it the 'Poseidon Scepter'.

Kavituva, a sequence of three sea snakes, is now completely dead. The 'Poseidon Scepter' is an extraordinary property that he left behind.

The sea serpent was able to become the evil god who dominated Byam because of a elven heritage he had discovered. And when Crane found Him through the spirit realm, He was still entrenched in the ruins.

"This incident actually started because of the team of archaeologists"

Crane looked at the scepter and muttered to himself.

"According to the intelligence of the Rune army, the ruins on Simiel Island are actually one of the ruins of the elves, and the two ruins are definitely connected. The archaeologists visited the ruins and took the most crucial items with them, which led to the death of Cavitova, who had already been hunted down by Archbishop Courtman. ”

"And he found me in his dying because of the breath of the gray mist."

Not knowing whether to cry or laugh, he stared in silence at the newly arrived extraordinary object.

If Cavitovis hadn't found him, his morning would have passed uneventful.

But in that case, he wouldn't have the powerful scepter of Sequence 3 either.

"On the bright side, if He hadn't found me, He would have been one of the Hunter's Echoes by now."

Crane summed up suddenly.

That's true.

In the corner he didn't know, there was actually a hunter who was lamenting the loss of his head.

Unfortunately, he didn't know.

Crane picked up the Poseidon Scepter and activated its authority—

He saw the believers in all corners of Byam.

Countless indigenous people are huddled in their homes, weeping and weeping.

They prayed to the picture of the sea god on the wall, to the statue, and even to the ocean outside the window.

'Whoever it is, save us!' ’

The streets were littered with corpses.

Most of the surviving rebels gave up their resistance and went into hiding in the jungle in the distance.

A leading bald male returned to their final shelter with countless wounded, each bleeding from each one. There are not many companions left of them, but the Sea Serpent still needs them to fight.

There was numbness and exhaustion in everyone's eyes.

Klein sighed, his mood instantly lowered.

All beings are suffering.

In this world, the people of Beckland's East End are powerless to resist because the nobility needs them to stay poor. The natives of Byam are powerless to resist because the sea serpents need them to gain a life-sustaining faith for him.

Life can only be at the mercy of men.

But now that he has gained power, it is natural to try to change this situation.

With a straight countenance and a solemn and solemn voice, Crane issued a new covenant to the selected believers:

"I have returned, forgive the past, and redeem you."

"The first commandment: Thou shalt not offer a living sacrifice, no human sacrifice."

“.”

"The Tenth Commandment: To help your fellow man, your fellow man, is to praise my name."

Covenant after covenant echoed in the minds of the remaining Aborigines, causing everyone to weep and begin to pray and bow down in a genuine, heartfelt rather than traditional way.

It is believed that in the near future, Byam will be on the right path.

This is the first step in the Holy Book of Fools.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, feeling his vanishing spirituality.

It's tiring, but it's worth it

Above the gray fog, suddenly a strange change is happening!

The surrounding blood lines seemed to be boiling, and they were activated one by one, clashing with the surrounding gray fog, and producing a violent reaction!

The gray mist continued to retreat under the impact, and it was no longer sustainable!

And Klein, who was spiritually depleted, couldn't do anything about it.

"Boom!! Rumble!! ”

The towering palace made of bronze kept collapsing, and the stones and pillars fell like they were losing their support!

Under Crane's terrified and panicked gaze, the gray mist was reoccupied by the bloodline and turned into a scarlet world—

Behind the gray fog of the blood-colored occupation, a towering phantom of the city is emerging.

In the center, there is a tall tower with a quaint clock.

"Yanan !!!!"

"Help, ahhh

This was Klein's last thought before he was engulfed in red.

The bloodline spreads, engulfing all the patterns on the table.——

100 meters away, on an island in the Sea of Sunia.

"What's wrong?"

In a gloomy tavern, two tightly wrapped men talk in the corner.

One of them, a stocky man with messy hair, asked in a low voice.

His eyes are blue and his skin is rough, but his eyes are so agile that he doesn't look like a simple character with muscles.

If Klein was still "alive", he would definitely be able to recognize each other.

This is none other than 'The Hanged Man' Alger.

He was squinting at his companion to his left.

"There's an urgent mission for you." The companion said in an angry voice.

"You should have heard about Byam's side. The military's operations are not going very well, and on the west side, there are unusually strong dangerous elements, and the whereabouts of the other side are still unknown. So now the church has issued a joint wanted warrant. ”

He babbled as he explained, apparently also a member of the Church of the Storm, and shook his head with emotion with pity in his green eyes.

"In addition, the Bishop of the Dioces, Lord Chogori, has also conveyed a new assignment that will be sent to you later. Supposedly, the results of one of our operations were stolen. ”

"You can start with Daniz 'Blaze', who seems to have posted a report letter at the door of the church yesterday."

"The world is really not peaceful."

Alger nodded heavily, reaching out to take it.

The Storm Church is not the type of person who often issues quests, as he usually receives them once or twice a year, and spends the rest of the time lurking normally. However, now he received two at the same time

Maybe it's the native faith of Byam that's causing trouble?

However, the regional archbishop is stationed here, and it is not known who has the strength to snatch the items from the hands of the 'Sea King'.

He thought with a little anxiety, then turned to look at the paper, only to find something even more frightening.

A young man is depicted with fine brush and ink:

With soft facial features, there is lingering arrogance and indifference between the eyebrows, and at first glance he is the leader of the evil forces.

The kind that raises your hand and plans a large-scale attack.

And the painter also deliberately added a background full of corpses.

Even if he hadn't seen the other party's face, through this undisguised temperament, Alger still easily recognized the other party-

Mr. Bishop!

That kind of wicked demeanor, who else can he be!

The blurry strokes made the impression of the other party and the tarot meeting more similar.

"What did he do?" He exclaimed in surprise.

"Do you know him?" The connector asked in surprise.

"No, I don't know, just curious." Alger's face was grim, and he immediately realized that the way he asked was flawed under his emotion, and immediately added, "I just don't think he looks like he can compete with the military." ”

But the connector laughed: "Not an enemy. ”

"This is the Church of the Night, maybe their hidden deacon, or some other high-ranking member. It happened to be in Byam and helped us. ”

"In the middle of his operation on the west side, he chased the figure of the suspected 'mysterious queen' away, and his whereabouts are now unknown. It stands to reason that we all need rescue. ”

"Hope you can help find ....."

The more Alger's face sounded, the more strange and confused it became, and in the end, it almost became a shock.

There was only one thought left in his mind:

Isn't it such a villain as the Night Church?

Ah, that's not right......

The point is, he is also worthy of Mr. Savior???

From the hands of the 'mysterious queen'?

Is it good for him to deliver food at this level!!

Alger thought with a grim face.

However, in the next second, the person to be rescued found him uninvited......

There was a purple ripple on the ground.

Under the stunned gaze of the Storm Church Connector, Alger vanished into thin air, sinking into a ripple.

"Someone's coming!!!"

……

The situation returns to dreamland.

In the quiet of the garden, Yager and Miss Doll looked at each other, looking at the candles lit for no reason among the rows of flowers, and the golden cups surrounded by candles.

There seems to be a familiar pattern emerging on it.

"What ...... this?"

After a long silence, Yager couldn't help but ask.

"The tombs of the gods are buried deep beneath the ancient cities. The Golden Cup is the path to them. ”

The puppet lady folded her hands and explained quietly.

Yager's face became even more strange: "Okay, I see." But that didn't solve the problem. Why does it suddenly light up? ”

The last time I came, there was no movement.

The puppet's gaze paused on it, and it seemed that there was also a doubt from the heart:

"I don't know."

"However, the 'sacrament' has begun."

(End of chapter)