madnovel Chapter 315 Missed
Chapter 315 Missed
Chapter 315 Missed
On the battlefield, which was divided in a very uneven manner, everyone was cautious and dared not make a move easily.
With a tense but expressionless expression, Sirion stared at the three men in front of him, led by William Augustus I, pondering how to make a reasonable escape while silently calling Adam's name in his mind.
Adam did not respond, but he saw a familiar figure appear over there.
The young and beautiful woman was wearing a black classic robe and a hood.
The Church of the Night (0-17)!
Moreover, she is currently in a state of divine intervention by the "Goddess of the Night"!
Whether it was his imagination or not, Cyril felt that the surroundings had become slightly darker, as if a layer of night was slowly falling.
At the moment 0-17 arrived, Cyril saw William Augustus I move ahead.
He leaned forward, clenched his fist, and waved his arm.
His body merged with the surrounding rules, and a blurry image suddenly appeared, his fist striking the witch in the yellow cake dress with an irresistible and unavoidable force.
"die!"
Whoosh!
The witch's figure opposite them shattered silently, turning into countless shards of mirror.
With a sudden strike utilizing the rules, Augustus I shattered all of the "witch's" mirror doppelgangers, and she died.
However, there were no traces of the properties being extracted in the surrounding area. The "witch" also had a special mirror that she had set up in advance, and he could also be resurrected.
The "witch's" companion, the woman in the orange floral dress, watched this scene with a look of horror on her face.
She flipped a card in her hand that seemed to be inlaid with diamonds and shimmered with dazzling light. With a flash of starlight, she suddenly disappeared.
Cyril took a step back, and a phantom book in his eyes flipped through his eyes. Countless tiny starlight flew out and formed a phantom door behind him, teleporting him away from the street.
William Augustus I glanced in the direction Sirion had left, but did not stop him. He even deliberately influenced the surrounding rules, preventing the "Primal Witch" who had been watching from having any chance to stop him.
Although the opponent may seem like just an ordinary extraordinary individual, the fact that he remained in place to face him directly after the battlefield was divided twice shows that he was definitely not ordinary.
Since the other party seems normal, let him remain so. We cannot allow that unknown danger to be ignited in Backlund.
He then turned his head to look at 0-17, who was standing quietly at the end of the street, and nodded slightly: "I noticed that the order here has changed, so I came to take a look."
0-17 nodded to Him but did not reply.
He then stared blankly at the serpentine shadows slithering in the glass of the houses on both sides. The surroundings darkened, and something terrifying seemed to be surging in the darkness.
All the glass, mirrors, and even everything that could reflect light around them turned dark and gloomy in that instant.
All the mirror images in this area have disappeared.
On the other side of the battlefield, after seeing Cyril teleport away, Bernadette nodded slightly to Erdfana and Tobias beside her, then her figure disintegrated, turning into streams of illusory and complex information that disappeared into reality.
Erdfana put one hand on Tobias's shoulder and led him into the spirit world.
Delink Augustus watched the three leave and let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
As the "Balancer," He could sense the disparity in overall strength between the enemy and himself. In His intuition, apart from the unstable red-haired man, He had no confidence in dealing with the other two.
Upon entering the spirit world, Sirion saw a bright yellow light flash by, which then transformed into a thin old man wearing a lemon-yellow robe and with a long white beard.
"Yellow Light" Venetian!
Among "Yellow Light's" men, he also saw Ince Zangwell, who was wearing a black robe, missing an eye, and holding a dull quill pen.
What kind of development is this?
Because he hit Klein with a meteorite, "Yellow Light" saw it and then retaliated against him.
Cyril was taken aback. Just as he was about to step forward and ask "Yellow Light" Venitan if he could have the dull quill pen that Ince Zangwell was holding, his spiritual intuition suddenly gave him a warning.
The next second, countless black, sticky, seemingly flowing, eerie liquids spread from afar.
Pale skulls, with prominently vascularized eyeballs and tongues with sharp teeth, sprouted from these liquids.
The strange, sticky liquid spawned all sorts of bizarre creatures, creating an atmosphere of extreme evil and madness that rapidly permeated the surroundings.
Amidst the ever-spreading evil and madness, Sirion clearly sensed a change in the spirituality around him, as if it were "solidifying," transforming into layer upon layer of barriers that mired him in a "quagmire," making it difficult for him to move.
Unbeknownst to them, this erosion and curse spread from affecting the surrounding spirituality to the body and soul.
The connection between body and soul gradually diminishes, and the body becomes a prison for the spirit, growing increasingly rigid and heavy.
Cyril lowered his eyes. He could feel the connection between his body and soul decreasing, but this did not make him feel uncomfortable. Instead, he felt a strange sense of relief.
Under his questioning gaze, the exposed skin on his body gradually became transparent, revealing colorful starlight within, and a deep darkness flowed through it.
The transparent skin surface bulged or dented from time to time, as if what lay beneath it was not flesh and blood, but some terrifying thing.
As he frowned in thought, he suddenly saw a silver light appear before him.
He looked up following his intuition and saw a tall, thin man with long silver hair that reached his vest. The man was facing away from him and was wearing a simple, plain linen robe.
The Angel of Fate, "Tail Eater" Urolius!
Opposite to Ouroboros was a tall, eerie doll covered in sticky black liquid, its body wrapped in withered thorns.
The divine child of the Rose School, the "divine wrath" Siea!
They were locked in a silent standoff.
Cyril silently took a step back, then turned around.
This is not a place for him to get involved in.
Meanwhile, Ince Zangwell took advantage of the chaos caused by Seara to break free from the grasp of "Yellow Light" Venetian.
Venitan glanced at him but did not pursue him. His figure transformed into a clear yellow light and returned to the top of the spirit realm.
Where "Yellow Light" Venetian disappeared, Cyril reached out and grabbed a piece of torn cloth.
The rag was covered with dense, chaotic Rune words:
Ince Zangwill and the demigods of the Loen military were no match for Azik Eggers, who had regained much of his memory. But just then, a passing spirit creature saw Ince Zangwill and, out of compassion, took him away from the battlefield of the underground ruins.
Oh, this spirit creature is "Yellow Light" Venetian. It—no, it despises Ince Zangwill, the detective who attacked Sherlock Moriarty with a meteorite, and it has decided to teach Ince Zangwill a lesson.
Poor Ince Zangwill ultimately met his match in "Yellow Light" Venetian (the entire paragraph is crossed out).
At that moment, an evil angel appeared in this spirit realm area, and his arrival affected the entire spirit realm area.
He is... (crossed out)... He is the Son of God of the Rose School, the "God's Evil" Siea!
Unlucky Ince Zangwell was also affected by Søeer, and this was not a good opportunity.
No, another angel also arrived in this area at this time. He and Sear were locked in a standoff, which gave me a chance to escape.
Due to the special nature of the spirit world's pure light, and having already satisfied his desire for revenge, "Yellow Light" Venetian did not pursue Ince Zangwell, who had already left the spirit world.
In reality, Ince Zangwell, who had just left the spirit world, landed on a carriage.
Inside the carriage, a man covered in blood and mangled flesh held a framed painting in his hands, staring at Ince Zangwell with a strange and sinister look.
"Look what I've found! A doorman delivered right to my door."
"Perfect, we can replace this broken thing and throw away Amon's painting while we're at it."
"You two idiots, didn't you see the quill pen in his hand?"
Ince Zangwell's face was deathly pale as he stared intently at the blood-soaked figure before him.
As a former "gatekeeper," he easily recognized that the person uttering the three completely different voices was being influenced by an evil spirit.
"An arrogant and conceited evil spirit!"
As he whispered, a tide of pure darkness surged within him, creating a realm of night.
In the darkness, the sound of chanting hymns drifted out, peaceful and soothing, lulling people to sleep. Even evil spirits were affected, slowing down and ceasing their frenzy, as if they had received spiritual redemption.
At the same time, countless hair-like threads extended from Ince Zangwell's body. They had no physical form and seemed to emerge from a dream or from the darkness, wrapping around the blood-soaked man opposite him.
"Perfect timing, I'm missing a powerful spirit that I can control."
As he whispered, he propped himself up and approached the sleeping figure opposite him, reaching out a hand.
Unbeknownst to him, the dull quill pen painstakingly and persistently wrote word after word on the carriage floor:
The foolish and unlucky Ince Zangwell did not realize that this was a trap set for him by the evil spirit on the other side.
This is an evil spirit with the status of an angel king; it was not put to sleep, nor did it possess that poor fellow.
It had been lurking in the shadows, waiting for Ince Zangwell to lower his guard so it could seize his body.
As the last word fell, the already dim quill pen dimmed even more, collapsing to the floor as if it had lost all its strength.
At the same time, Ince Zangwell, who was trying to drag the possessing evil spirit off the person in front of him, paused.
He saw the unfortunate fellow possessed by the evil spirit suddenly look up at him and smile, saying in a similar tone to his own, "Perfect timing, I also need a body that can move freely in the outside world."
Ince Zangwell instinctively tried to back away, but was grabbed by a hand that reached out from the picture frame that the other person had been holding.
It's like falling into a frozen river in winter; the biting cold seeps into your body, and even your thoughts seem to freeze.
He could only watch helplessly as the transparent figure that emerged from the picture frame approached him with a malicious taunt, entered his body, and seized his own small "underworld."
Unbeknownst to both the evil spirit and Ince Zangwill, the quill pen, which had dimmed and fallen, suddenly regained its luster and, as if being held, rapidly wrote new lines of words on the floor:
Because of his confrontation with Sea, Urolius was a little late.
Because Medici Soren Einhorn chose to seize Ince Zangwell's body and hide in the underworld created within him as the "Gatekeeper".
This caused him to miss Ulroth, who had received an oracle from the "true creator" and came to find him.
And because of Sauron and Einhorn's involvement, Medici also had no chance to recite "The True Creator".
His honorific name.
The Red Angel evil spirit that decides to leave Backlund will lose its best chance to return to the side of the "True Creator".
(Cross out the entire paragraph)
No, there's still a chance. Mr. A is also searching for the Red Angel Evil Spirit. He—(crossed out)
He encountered Sherlock Moriarty, and although the altar welcoming the "true creator" was not destroyed by this detective, Mr. A, whose state was already close to losing control, could no longer suppress the negative emotions in his heart.
Unable to find or defeat Bernadette, he chose to take revenge on this insignificant detective.
After a pause, the quill pen, which had dimmed again, struggled to write a few words:
who are you?
In the quiet carriage, a pale hand suddenly reached out, grabbed the dull quill pen that was still trying to write new words, and then gradually faded and disappeared like a faded oil painting.
In the woods on the outskirts of the city, withered yellow weeds suddenly burst into flames, sending crimson fires soaring upwards.
Amidst the flickering flames, Klein's figure suddenly appeared and then leaped out of the flames.
The next instant, a dreamlike, transparent ice spear appeared in his pupils, constantly approaching and enlarging.
Klein, who was trying to twist his body to dodge, suddenly felt an itch in his nose and sneezed.
Achoo! Achoo!
He suddenly felt weak and sore, had a headache and fever, and even his spiritual abilities seemed somewhat sluggish.
In this state, he was powerless to dodge the incoming ice spears, and he couldn't even produce air bullets.
Having anticipated this situation, he took out the copper whistle he always carried and blew it forcefully.
Countless white bones gushed forth like a fountain before him, quickly outlining a skeletal messenger with black flames burning in his eye sockets.
boom!
The crystalline, dreamlike ice spear landed on the Bone Messenger's body, shattering instantly and spreading thick white frost and ice shards around it.
Klein suddenly shivered, feeling that his cold had gotten worse.
Cough! Cough~
Klein, who was coughing so hard his shoulders were trembling, suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Before he could react, everything went blurry.
When he came to his senses, he found himself at the edge of the woods.
Cough~ cough~
He coughed and turned around, seeing Sirion handing him a test tube containing a pale green liquid.
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