Chapter: 2269
After an unknown amount of time, the crimson moonlight became a little brighter, and the whole city seemed to be covered with a soft gauze.
Such brightness soon returned to normal, and a crimson stream of flame rose up from the top of a silver candle on a certain dining table.
"Winner" Enzo walked out of it, his body and face changed rapidly, becoming Gehrman Sparrow.
Just now, when the red moon brightened, he lost his target.
"Not only does it have the high-sequence extraordinary ability of the 'Resentful Soul' pathway, but it can also borrow the power of the red moon... One of these two aspects must be achieved by relying on sealed items or magical items..." Klein said silently, doing made a preliminary judgment.
After the demigod possessed by the rag doll was polluted by the "Paper Doll of Death", he originally thought that he would have a chance to take down the other party, but who knew that the enemy's strength and methods were stronger and more abundant than he expected.
The only thing he can be sure of now is that it is not an angel, and its strength and level are far different.
While thinking about it, Klein left the dining room and entered the living room, where several believers were praying to the "primordial moon".
Unlike those cultists on the steam train, they knew exactly who they were worshiping, and they seemed to belong to more formal personnel.
One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked into the room at a leisurely pace, and the believers noticed it and turned their heads one after another.
Under the powerful illusion of the "Crafting Mage", they regarded Gehrman Sparrow as an angel descending, and saw a crimson moon shining quietly above the opponent's head.
Plop, plop, plop, the believers prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, saluting reverently.
Klein didn't hesitate, and asked in a low voice: "Who is the saint who met you before?"
Although one of the believers was puzzled, he still replied respectfully: "Reporting to the envoy, it is the 'Witch King' Karaman."
"Witch King" Karaman... This name is so familiar... Ah yes, the author of my "Book of Secrets"... Isn't he already dead? The age of his activity has been thousands of years ago, and saints who don�t have a special path can�t live for such a long time... He joined the Rose School, but still believes in the "primordial moon", relying on some method to extend his life? Or, his sequence itself can turn him into a long-lived species? Klein turned his thoughts and remembered the origin of the name Karaman.
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On a sailboat moored at the port pier, in the cabin illuminated by the faint moonlight.
A figure with fluffy hair and black and white came out of the mirror. He was dressed in a black robe with crimson patterns. There were not deep or shallow wrinkles on his forehead, corners of his eyes, cheeks, and around his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
At this time, on the back of his hand, on the rest of his exposed skin, the pores were already open, and white fluff stained with light butter stains grew out.
The old man's expression was slightly distorted, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.
He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to chant something in a low voice.
In the difficult and awkward language, his forehead slowly cracked, and it seemed that there was a red full moon embedded in it!
The moonlight dissipated and enveloped the old man, and the white fluff on his body retracted one after another and disappeared.
But at the same time, the old man's abdomen swelled up a little bit, as if it was filled with liquid.
Finally, the clothes and skin there were all torn apart, and a mass of flesh and blood covered with white feathers flew out of it and fell to the deck, where it writhed and struggled for a long time before decaying and disappearing.
Phew... The old man raised his head and exhaled slowly, his blood red eyes were full of doubts.
He whispered to himself: "The favored person of the god of death?
"But now there is no god of death at all..."
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In the early morning, the "Punisher" team of the Church of the Storm, which has taken over the mysterious death of the steam train staff, received new information: JrNovels.com
Such brightness soon returned to normal, and a crimson stream of flame rose up from the top of a silver candle on a certain dining table.
"Winner" Enzo walked out of it, his body and face changed rapidly, becoming Gehrman Sparrow.
Just now, when the red moon brightened, he lost his target.
"Not only does it have the high-sequence extraordinary ability of the 'Resentful Soul' pathway, but it can also borrow the power of the red moon... One of these two aspects must be achieved by relying on sealed items or magical items..." Klein said silently, doing made a preliminary judgment.
After the demigod possessed by the rag doll was polluted by the "Paper Doll of Death", he originally thought that he would have a chance to take down the other party, but who knew that the enemy's strength and methods were stronger and more abundant than he expected.
The only thing he can be sure of now is that it is not an angel, and its strength and level are far different.
While thinking about it, Klein left the dining room and entered the living room, where several believers were praying to the "primordial moon".
Unlike those cultists on the steam train, they knew exactly who they were worshiping, and they seemed to belong to more formal personnel.
One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked into the room at a leisurely pace, and the believers noticed it and turned their heads one after another.
Under the powerful illusion of the "Crafting Mage", they regarded Gehrman Sparrow as an angel descending, and saw a crimson moon shining quietly above the opponent's head.
Plop, plop, plop, the believers prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, saluting reverently.
Klein didn't hesitate, and asked in a low voice: "Who is the saint who met you before?"
Although one of the believers was puzzled, he still replied respectfully: "Reporting to the envoy, it is the 'Witch King' Karaman."
"Witch King" Karaman... This name is so familiar... Ah yes, the author of my "Book of Secrets"... Isn't he already dead? The age of his activity has been thousands of years ago, and saints who don�t have a special path can�t live for such a long time... He joined the Rose School, but still believes in the "primordial moon", relying on some method to extend his life? Or, his sequence itself can turn him into a long-lived species? Klein turned his thoughts and remembered the origin of the name Karaman.
����
On a sailboat moored at the port pier, in the cabin illuminated by the faint moonlight.
A figure with fluffy hair and black and white came out of the mirror. He was dressed in a black robe with crimson patterns. There were not deep or shallow wrinkles on his forehead, corners of his eyes, cheeks, and around his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
At this time, on the back of his hand, on the rest of his exposed skin, the pores were already open, and white fluff stained with light butter stains grew out.
The old man's expression was slightly distorted, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.
He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to chant something in a low voice.
In the difficult and awkward language, his forehead slowly cracked, and it seemed that there was a red full moon embedded in it!
The moonlight dissipated and enveloped the old man, and the white fluff on his body retracted one after another and disappeared.
But at the same time, the old man's abdomen swelled up a little bit, as if it was filled with liquid.
Finally, the clothes and skin there were all torn apart, and a mass of flesh and blood covered with white feathers flew out of it and fell to the deck, where it writhed and struggled for a long time before decaying and disappearing.
Phew... The old man raised his head and exhaled slowly, his blood red eyes were full of doubts.
He whispered to himself: "The favored person of the god of death?
"But now there is no god of death at all..."
����
In the early morning, the "Punisher" team of the Church of the Storm, which has taken over the mysterious death of the steam train staff, received new information: JrNovels.com
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