"There is also the possibility of directly attracting the King of Angels..."

This is something everyone discussed at the Tarot Club, and the conclusion is that in the past year, go around the Aurora Club and try not to provoke it.

In addition to the Sequence 4 "Witch King" attribute at "Dark Saint", there is only one place that Emlyn White can think of: "The School of Roses!"

Whether it is the artificial vampires of the life school or the worshipers of the "primordial moon" that existed in the southern continent, they all belong to the rose school now.

Of course, there must be some guys who pursue freedom and have not joined any organization at present, but either the sequence is not high, or there is not enough information to flow out.

When thinking of the Rose School of Thought, Emlyn immediately remembered a person:

Maric!

Maric represents the Temperance Faction of the Rose School, which is a force against the "Mother Tree of Desire".

"They also seem to want to get something from the Rose School of Thought, maybe they can cooperate with them..." Emlyn nodded slightly.

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In Moon City, some residents gathered anxiously at the entrance, looking east from time to time.

They are relatives of those led by the high priest, and they are also representatives of the vast majority of people in Moon City.

Finally, a little bit of fire emerged, and the high priest Nim led Rus and others from far to near, and returned to Moon City.

A man went up to meet her, turned his eyes to his sister, and found that there were still some tears on her face.

This Moon City resident, who is not a deformity, felt his younger brother's gaze, and opened his mouth uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face.

"God, God has come to save us..." She began to cry, crying very sadly and wantonly.

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The crying words echoed at the entrance of Moon City, and the waiting residents were stunned and shocked.

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On the edge of the solidified gray-white mist, beside the quietly burning fire.

After eating another round of mushrooms, Klein erased the iron black stick in his hand, and looked up at the direction of the deep pit described by the high priest Nim of Moon City.

He then stretched out his right hand, gently squeezed it, and dragged out the self he was a quarter of an hour ago.

After looking at each other, Klein's body quickly disappeared, entered the fog of history, and rushed to the front of the first era, sitting on top of the layers of old cities.

His historical pore image stood up, snapped his fingers, and flashed towards the destination in the rising crimson flames.

When the deep pit turned into a hill was close at hand, Klein stopped, cautiously stretched out his right palm, and dragged the past secret puppet, Qonas Kilgor, out of the void.

The facial muscles of this "Fallen Earl" in the shape of a tough guy squirmed, and quickly turned into another Gehrman Sparrow.

He took out a lantern from the fog of history with one hand, rubbed his forehead with the other, and muttered softly: "Why does the secret puppet have to change?

"There's no one else here...

"You can't develop obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

A few seconds later, the secret puppet projection walked towards the deep pit not far away step by step with a lantern emitting a dim yellow light. JrNovels.com