The rag doll's eyes that could not be turned at all followed the erection of the body, looking at the area where the crimson moonlight could not shine, and the man with red and swollen small patches on the side of his face and other cultists were originally standing there quietly, but at this time they lowered their heads one after another and raised their hands, as if to pose in a posture of prayer and listen to the "oracle" reverently.

After two or three seconds, the rag doll finally stood up straight, and it was about to open its mouth, which had no tongue at all, and made a sound that did not belong to this "body", and all its movements suddenly became stuck, like a badly rusty machine.

- Klein, who was hiding in the cultists, saw the rag doll strangely extending the "spiritual thread" just now, so he didn't hesitate to start manipulating!

In the brightly lit room, the light dimmed, and the rag doll with curved eyes and mouth was instantly stripped of its bone-like support, and slammed into the table, without any movement.

Thousands of meters away, when the street lights flickered, Crane lost control of the "spirit thread", and with the help of the power of the ragdoll, it only took a second or two to jump out of his ability!

Woo!

A cold and biting wind blew in the room, and the carpet with tables and chairs suddenly twitched, knocking the man and most of the cultists with red and swollen patches on the side of his face to the ground.

Of course, Enzo the "winner" was right on the edge of the carpet and was unaffected.

Woo!

In the cold wind, the carpet rolled up, wrapped several cultists firmly, and then covered their mouths and noses, and wrapped them around their throats.

At the same time, the round-bellied pens on the desk withdrew their caps on their own, flew out, and inserted them into the neck of the man with a red and swollen lump on the side of his face.

The wooden chair exploded with a thud, sending the thorns out of the way, sparing all the rest of the cultists.

Near the wall, the pipes of the wall lamp actively cracked, and the gas inside seeped out.

The curtain on the couch then stood up, twisted into a rope, and wrapped around the conductor's throat, and several pieces of the floor snapped and stabbed into the bodies of several cultists from the bottom up.

All of a sudden, everything in the room was aggressive, trying to snuff out every life in the room.

Crane tried to dodge, but his shirt, pants, belt, coat, and top hat all took on life of their own, and they forcibly sealed him in place.

His mouth snapped open and he made a sound:

"Smack!"

He simulated the sound of snapping his fingers.

Crimson flames rose from his pocket, instantly covering his body and lifting his confinement.

At this moment, the curtain on the other sofa stood up, as if draped over the body by an invisible person.

Klein's eyes immediately reflected such a strange image, his body trembled, stiffened in place, and was possessed by an "evil spirit"!

The flames that had risen before had not been extinguished at this time, and they were about to further burn the clothes and flesh, but the whole person was burned into a pitch-black paper figure.

The back of this paper figure is covered with feather-like patterns, giving people an unreal, semi-illusory feeling.

This is a "mutant paper man" that has been polluted by the aura of artificial death!

- Klein knew from the beginning that if he wanted to wait until the ragdoll mutates, it would only be possible in two situations, one was that the one who disguised himself was nearby and could detect the death of the believer, so he prepared and deliberately descended and dug a trap for those who were looking for trouble, and the other was that the person using the rag doll was indeed a secret being, who did not know that the sacrifice had been destroyed, and still came as expected to give further "oracles".

And in either case, it means that things are more dangerous, so how can Klein do an unprepared performance?

According to the characteristics of the other party that can descend or possess the rag doll, he put the paper figure mutated by the artificial death breath pollution into the iron cigarette case in advance, and maintained the level of the secret puppet at the level of ordinary people, luring the target to possess himself directly!

At this moment, the object of possession of the "god" worshipped by the cultists changed from Klein to a "Grim Reaper Paper Man"!

The crimson flame rolled inward, and the pitch-black paper figure ignited, and the pale color suddenly expanded, dyed a little yin green.

A muffled grunt of slightly pain rang out, and the transparent afterimage of the crimson moonlight window flickered.

Almost in any particular order, the objects that had "lived" in the room fell one after another, returning to a dead silence, and the "winner" Enzo was surrounded by flames.

At this moment, in this port city at the northern tip of the southern continent, inside the houses, the residents are enjoying the night of relaxation and the warmth of their homes, completely oblivious to their glass windows, the surface of their wall lamps, sometimes dimmed, and quickly returned to normal.

Along with this gloom, the fire in the fireplace grew larger and smaller, and the debris in the kitchen rekindled and extinguished.

In the process, there was a house where the glass mirror was dimmed the most, as was the change in the light of the fire, and in the room, several worshippers were praying to the "primordial moon" without noticing.

I don't know how long it took, but the crimson moonlight brightened a little, and the whole city seemed to be covered in a soft veil.

The brightness quickly returned to normal, and a stream of crimson flames rose up on the top of a silver candle at a dining table.

Enzo "The Winner" walked out of it, his body and face changed rapidly, and he became Gelman Sparrow.

Just now, the moment the red moon brightened, he lost his target.

"Not only does it have the extraordinary ability of the 'Resentful Soul' path high sequence, but it can also borrow the power of the Red Moon...... One of these two must be done by relying on seals or magical items......" Crane muttered to himself, making a preliminary judgment.

After the demigod who possessed the rag doll was polluted by the "Death Paper Man", he originally thought that he had a chance to take down the other party, but who knows, the enemy's strength and means are stronger and richer than he expected.

The only thing he can be sure of at the moment is that it is not an angel, and the strength and level are far from the same.

With thoughts in mind, Crane left the dining room and entered the living room, where several worshippers were praying to the Primordial Moon.

Unlike the cultists on the steam train, they had a clear idea of who they were worshipping and seemed to belong to the more formal ones.

One, two, three, Klein walked into the room unhurriedly, and the believers noticed it and turned back.

Under the powerful illusion of the "Sorcerer", they took Gelman Sparrow as an envoy of arrival, and saw a red moon shining quietly above their heads.

Plop, plop, plop, the believers prostrate on the ground one after another, pious and reverent.

Crane didn't hesitate and asked in a low voice:

"Who is the Sage who met you before?"

One of the believers was puzzled, but respectfully replied:

"The Divine Envoy is the 'Witch King' Karaman. ”

"The Witch King" Karaman...... It's a familiar name...... Ah yes, the author of my Book of Secrets...... Wasn't he already dead? He had been active for thousands of years, and there was no way for a saint who was not a special path to live for so long...... He joined the Rose School, but still believed in the "primordial moon" and somehow continued his life? Or could his sequence itself turn him into an immortal? Klein's mind turned, and he remembered the origin of the name Karaman.

............

On a sailboat moored at the port pier, in a cabin illuminated by a faint moonlight.

A shaggy haired, black and white figure walked out of the mirror, he was dressed in a black robe with crimson patterns, his forehead, the corners of his eyes, his cheeks, and the sides of his mouth were wrinkled, and his eyes were bloody.

At this time, on the back of his hand, on the rest of his bare skin, the pores had opened up, and white fluff stained with light butter had grown.

The old man's expression was slightly distorted, as if he was suffering from some kind of pain.

He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, buried his head in his head, clasped his hands, and whispered something.

In the difficult words, his forehead slowly cracked, and there seemed to be a red full moon inlaid inside!

The moonlight dissipated and enveloped the old man, and the white fluff on his body shrank one after another and disappeared.

But at the same time, the old man's abdomen bulged little by little, and seemed to be filled with liquid.

Eventually, the clothing and skin were torn apart, and a mass of flesh covered in white feathers flew out of it and landed on the deck, wriggling and squirming for a while before rotting away.

Call...... The old man raised his head and exhaled slowly, his blood-red eyes full of doubt.

He whispered to himself:

"Favorer of Death?

"But now there is no ...... of death at all"

............

Early in the morning, the Storm Church "Punishers" team, who had taken over the mysterious death of the steam train worker, received new information:

The missing conductor and driver, as well as several other suspected passengers, have been found!

It didn't take long for several members of the "Punisher Substitute" team to follow the clues to a certain part of the city and find the targets.

They were hanging silently from the outside of a house, hanging in a row.

"This is a provocation!" the captain of the "substitute" roared through gritted teeth.

But when they put down the body and entered the house to investigate, they saw a guy in the living room praying to the "primordial moon" and performing a rather evil ritual.

“...... Arrest them all!" The captain of the "substitute punishment" was stunned for a second before giving the order.

It was only at this point that the believers of the "primordial moon" seemed to have regained their rationality and rebelled one after another, but they were quickly suppressed, killed or wounded.

The captain of the "substitute punisher" looked around and said to his companion incomprehensibly:

"There's a whole row of dead bodies hanging from the door, and they don't even notice it?"

A member of the "Reader" route pondered the following:

"Those dead bodies are probably leading us to investigate here. ”

The captain of the "Punisher Substitute" eased his impatience and nodded thoughtfully:

"Which demigod from which church is this passing by?"