As soon as those gray-red water drops hit the air, they immediately exploded, and a fiery flame extended to the side.

Flame upon flame, flame upon flame, instantly turned the room into a sea of ??red!

In the crackling sound, the dry grass and flowers were ignited one after another, and infected the companions at an extremely fast speed.

In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was almost destroyed, and the withered grass and dried flowers on Windsor's body also began to burn.

At this time, a big hole had been dug in Rus Bathory's chest, and he had lost most of his combat power, relying on the blood race's super recovery ability to maintain it with difficulty.

Looking at the torch-like enemy, Emlyn was keenly aware of the decline of the opponent's aura, so he rushed over without hesitation, circled Windsor, and made repeated attacks.

From the soles of his feet, black air rose up one after another, entwining towards the believer in the primitive moon, like a shackle with vitality.

bang bang bang! bang bang bang!

In the intense and short sound, two figures suddenly approached.

All movement disappeared, and Emlyn grabbed Windsor's throat with his left palm and lifted her up.

After hesitating for a second, seeing the hideous look of the opponent, he snapped and broke the enemy's neck.

Snapped!

A slender, small puppet inlaid with withered grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor to the ground, and the flames in the room gradually subsided.

Emlyn tore off Windsor's mutated head, turned around, looked at Ruth Bathory, who was panting violently, pressed his free right hand to his chest, and saluted with a smile: "Thank you for your help."

Seeing that Russ Bathory suddenly became angry and unable to snatch it away, Emlyn added a few words in a very good mood: "Remember to give that puppet and the extracted Extraordinary characteristics to Lord Nibais, they are very problematic .�

After finishing speaking, the black air behind him condensed, and two illusory bat wings grew out.

With a clatter, the wings fluttered, and Emlyn turned around and flew out of the window, falling towards the nearby dark alley.

After stepping on the ground, he put away the condensed black air and looked back.

Seeing that Russ Bathory didn't follow, Emlyn heaved a sigh of relief, clenched his fist against his mouth, coughed and muttered, "I hate flames, I hate smoke!"

He was about to stay away from the East District, when a coolness suddenly appeared behind his back.

Emlyn tensed up, holding Windsor's mutated head, turned around slowly, and looked at the shadow in the corner.

He first saw a small black figure standing there, and then he saw the other person's appearance clearly:

The body is slender like a wooden stake, the eyes and mouth are bent into the moon shape, and there are a lot of withered grass and dried flowers inlaid on the surface. It is the "moon puppet" in the previous room!

It's entangled with me... What exactly is this thing... This place is still far away from Lord Nibais' residence... It's really dangerous outside... One thought after another emerged in Emlyn's mind, sending chills down his spine, Muscles tense.

While the thought was flashing, he suddenly had an inspiration, staring at the "moon puppet", and whispered in ancient Hermetic language: "The fool who does not belong to this era;

"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;

"The king of yellow and black in charge of good luck..."

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"Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night!" Klein rolled over and sat up, rubbing his forehead slightly angrily.

He quickly left the bed, took four steps backwards, entered above the gray mist, and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool". JrNovels.com