Floating in the air with one hand carried by Mr. Azik, everything around Crane seems to be covered with a thick oil painting filter, making the woods, the sky, and the mushroom clouds caused by the fall of meteorites in the distance seem extremely unreal.

He was admiring the wonders around him, enjoying the experience of walking through the void, when he suddenly felt Azk's hand holding his arm tremble, and then the "oil paintings" around him began to rotate, and the colors quickly faded.

Crashed?

As soon as this strange thought came to Crane's mind, he felt black in front of him, fell on all fours, fell to the solid ground, and rolled twice before he was dizzy and stopped by the wall, almost turning into a thin paper figure.

"Mr. Azik?"

He scrambled to his feet, shouting his teacher's name as he looked around.

It was a sloping stone staircase, wide enough to fit two carriages, with a bottomless abyss on one side, a towering rock wall on the other, which stretched to a height he couldn't see, with no sunlight or white clouds, except for a few glowing plants barely illuminating the path, and winding downwards into the endless darkness.

Did I fall underground?

He was acutely aware of the situation, and that Mr. Azik, perhaps in a hurry, or perhaps carrying a living person, had caused a slight problem with his particular ability to "walk", causing them to fall into the vast underground ruins.

Yes, the ruins, this is obviously not a natural cave, the roads are regular and solid, and there are even some deliberately carved corridors and halls in the rock walls.

"You immediately go up, don't stop!"

A deep voice came from behind him.

Klein followed the prestige, and saw Mr. Azik, who was wearing a long black gown with bronzed skin, looking down the road with a serious face, where a half-illusory, half-real bronze door appeared, which had been pushed open a crack, and countless bloody arms and twisted tentacles drilled out of the cracks, dangling in the air, as if trying to grasp something.

Then, the bronze door was pushed open further, and a figure came out of it, wearing a black priest's uniform, a floppy hat, short dark blonde hair meticulously groomed, and dark blue eyes, but one of them was dull.

Ince! Zangwill!

Recognizing the person at a glance, Crane clenched his teeth violently, even if Angel did not die at the hands of this defected archbishop, he still had several accounts to settle with this guy!

In the next moment, he jerked back, scrambled his feet quickly, and followed Mr. Azik's instructions as he ran up the road.

He has just been promoted to Sequence 6, and the battle between Ince in Sequence 4 and Mr. Azik, who obviously also has high Sequence strength, has no room for him to interfere, and staying here will only drag him back.

The moment he ran along the curvy path over the stone wall and left the sight of the two, he saw another figure appear in the air, standing silently, as if there was an invisible staircase in the air.

The man with the golden mask on his face whispered in the ancient Hermetic language:

"Teleportation is forbidden here."

Oops, so Mr. Azik can't escape!

Crane paused, not knowing whether to turn back and join the battle where Azik was outnumbered.

"Don't worry, I've remembered a lot of things during this time," Azik's deep but reassuring words came in his ear, "and the two of them are no match for me. ”

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"Bypass the edge of the East End and go to the North End."

As the carriage approached downtown Beckland, Angel instructed the men who were driving.

"Yes, ma'am."

The coachman answered, but his eyes were attracted by several fires that crossed the sky, and he couldn't help but look up.

"That's a shooting star? No, it's close, it's a meteorite? ”

Angel also looked up at the meteorites that were blazing and burning rapidly in the atmosphere, and watched them fly through the haze over Beckland and fall westward, the huge impact even blowing away the pale yellow mist, briefly revealing the blue sky.

She felt a little worried in her heart for no reason, and it wasn't until the meteorite flew overhead that there was no vibration or loud noise for a long time, and she felt a little relieved.

This means that the meteorites are either small or fall far away, at least not causing much damage to the urban area of Beckland.

But Sherlock was in the western suburbs, and he was going to Prince Edsak's manor today to turn off the commission...... It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Angel was already a little stressed about this inexplicable "coincidence", and she instructed the driver who was driving the car unhurriedly:

"Please hurry up and get to Golden Oak Street in the North End as soon as possible."

Instead of directly reporting the location of St. Samuel's Church to the members of the Witch Cult, she chose a nearby street so that he wouldn't notice anything unusual.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the smog is getting bigger, and I'm going to hit pedestrians soon."

The coachman replied, pointing to the front of the carriage.

He wasn't lying, the smog outside the window was worse than in the morning, the color had turned from white to yellow, and the air was filled with the characteristic smell of soot near the factories on the East Side, as well as the pungent smell of chemical volatilization.

Seeing that the visibility in front of the carriage was gradually shortening, Angel could only sit back in his seat helplessly, take a deep breath, and forcibly calm himself down.

At this moment, a gray mist suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

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"Great Mr. Fool, I met Mr. A of the Aurora Society and the 'Desperate Lady' of the Witch Sect in one of the ruins, and they are plotting a great conspiracy! The Witch Cult is preparing to 'set fire' to Beckland and create a catastrophe to bury the truth of something, and the Aurora Society is taking advantage of this to complete the Advent Ritual of the 'True Creator', and they are about to start now! ”

Hiding behind an ancient mottled stone pillar, Crane prayed cautiously, his voice as thin as the chirping of insects, for fear of being discovered by Mr. A and Ms. Despair not far away.

No sooner had he left the battle between Mr. Azik and the other two Higher-Order Extraordinaires, fooled the guards by disguising himself as Ince Zangwill, and came through a "portal" glowing with a faint blue light, where he encountered the scene of a "loud conspiracy" by two high-ranking cultists.

"So, let's get started," a soft female voice came from behind the stone pillar, making Crane can't help but look in, "It's safe here, no one is disturbed, and you can rest assured that you will have a ritual and let your Lord come to earth." But before that, please send me to the East End, where I'll light the first fire. ”

"No problem."

After listening to the words of the woman in the white robe in front of him, Mr. A, who was wearing a hooded cloak, replied in a flat tone, his hands slightly open, and a translucent book appeared between his arms, and countless pages turned on their own, and finally stopped on one page.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

He chanted, pointing with one hand at the Lady of Despair, whose figure blurred in a sudden blue light and then dissolved.

The four attendants beside him, kneeling facing a stone altar, continued their prayers as if they had not seen anything, their voices rising in overlap and echoing through the wide hall.

That blue light is very similar to the "portal" just now, this is a teleportation ability?

Klein's mind raced, and he instantly understood the details of the division of labor between the two.

"The Lady of Despair is preparing to 'light the first fire' in the East End, and there is a good chance that they will perform a large-scale sacrificial ceremony!"

After a hurried addition, Crane tiptoed four backwards behind the stone pillar to the gray mist space, slightly retouched the image of his prayer just now, pinched it in his hand, and looked at the most familiar crimson star in the void.

He raised and lowered his right hand, repeated it several times, and finally sighed, and passed the "Sherlock Moriarty" prayer to Angel Granger, the "Queen".

He knows what the other person will choose.

Just as you know yourself.

Reopening his eyes in reality, Klein heard a few muffled grunts from the other end of the stone pillar, accompanied by Mr. A's somewhat hoarse voice:

"Give your life for the coming of our Lord!"

He sacrificed those attendants? Is this the price of the descent ceremony? No, it's definitely more than that, they've made so many preparations, the Witch Cult, the Aurora Society, the military and the royal family, and even Ince Zangwill......

Plop, plop.

Crane's thoughts were interrupted by a heavy movement, the sound of the waiter who had given his life falling.

All of this was accompanied by cascading moans, violent coughing, and child cries in his ears.

It didn't come from the altar and the hall here, but from ...... The East End where the Desperate Lady is!

Crane realized something, and looked up at the dome of the hall.

Under his spiritual vision, in the center of the dome, where the gap collapsed, illusory and transparent figures with negative emotions such as unwillingness, pain, despair, and anger entered the hall one after another, and integrated into the ritual on the altar.

As an expert in occultism, Klein knew that every figure was a living life that had just died.

This is what Lady Despair calls "arson", which is the fire of evil that burns life and sacrifices souls!

And Mr. A sacrificed the lives of four attendants on the altar here, leading the souls of the dead in the East Side to gather together, with a clear purpose, that is, to bring his Lord, the "True Creator", to come.

Two powerful Extraordinaires, one teleporting away and slaughtering in the East, and the other focused on the ritual of summoning the "True Creator", this is the best time to escape, just take a few steps forward, push open the door, and leave this hall, and everything is none of your business.

As the primary parish of the three major churches, Beckland has more than one demigod, so he can naturally handle such "small things" easily.

Staying here is nothing more than an unwilling soul to add to the ritual of the evil god......

But he knew his choice.

Just as he told Angel about the situation at the scene just now, he believed in the other party's choice.

In the next second, Crane, who was holding the revolver tightly, had a bright smile on his face, turned around sharply, and rushed out from behind the stone pillar.

Does 3000 words count as a duck......

(End of chapter)