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At the same time, facing Renette's three heads and eight eyes, Trainer took a breath slowly, and the sparks on his hand cigarette quickly retreated.

This seemed to be a wounded, no, a dead angel, a bit like Medic. Trainer thought, not sure, look again.

Fortunately, I often deal with angels, so I am not too afraid of this kind of creature. I also know when to shut up and when to agree. Otherwise, if an ordinary saint suddenly hits an angel while walking, I might be shocked.

Aurora is really important. A saint can even bring a broken angel as a contract creature? This should be the "angel of destiny" or "angel of war" to help with the contract? Is this kid their favor? Or the lover of the real Creator?

Trainer suddenly had a subtle feeling, as if he had been compared in the contract creatures. As Sequence 8, he already had the angel descendants of the pre-determined messenger, which was indeed a new experience. He thought of his cat, and the cat that he would ask for every message he sent, and he tossed Riel over and over again in his mind. After thinking about all its shortcomings, he had to admit that compared with his cat, he was still the four-headed angel that was more handsome.

Maybe Riel's demonic form can still win back the game in terms of handsomeness, but his strength has completely lost.

It was very impolite to stare at the angel, even though the other party was staring at him. So Trainer only looked for two seconds and turned his head aside, looking at the flesh and blood on the ground that was wriggling and wailing slightly. Trainer then noticed that this area seemed to have reduced interaction with the outside world. The squirming saint did not restrain his spirituality. The real Creator's murmur, his spirituality and negative emotions spread out in a mess, making people's head buzz. Seeing this, Trainer also lost a spiritual link and passed through a stable state.

Klein shook his head, and now he also heard the clear version of the Dark Saint's murmur.

Having said that, this seems to be a resentful soul?

He felt that the angel's form was a bit special, and it seemed to be somewhat similar to Richard, and he immediately had some ungood guesses.

The hunter is not very familiar with the spiritual creatures, but he is still familiar with the "prisoner" path. He is also more familiar with the Rose School. He is more than 60% sure that this angel is the "prisoner"... Then the next thing is a bit bad. Where is a dead prisoner angel most likely from? There is no doubt that, the Rose School, what are the dead angels in the Rose School?

Temporalism.

The talisman she brought finally attracted the high sequence? When you walk on the road, you can see a broken temperance angel falling from the sky. Trainer is actually not interested in the internal division of the Rose School. The temperance angel claims to be an indulgent faction has already made most people, even the Rose School itself, unable to get rid of their minds. Now the internal rectification of the Rose School is in full swing, and the so-called division between the so-called indulgent faction and the temperance school is even more vague. These names are still used entirely because of habits.

To say Richard is uncontrollable? Trainer thinks he is very restrained. Isn’t it enough to kill in the Northern Continent with his temperament?

But He is also a voluntary faction.

With his identity and ability, he and the two factions had certain cooperation, and they made money from each other. Thinking about the current Rose School, which is in power in the outside world, is the indulgence faction, the fall of the God of Bound, the fall of the Highlands and the Valley... Trena wanted to laugh a little. But he wouldn't laugh in front of the four-headed angel, so he took a step and walked away carelessly.

Klein noticed this small episode and felt that the atmosphere seemed a bit subtle and a little non-existent, but there was a strange feeling of sneering from the spiritual link. This emotion was fleeting and overwhelmed by the murmur of the Dark Saint.

Renette Tinikol's head gradually turned back, and only one head was left to pay attention to Trainer's movements. The image of this person seemed to appear in His memory, but it was just an inconspicuous corner, gradually disappearing under the erosion of his extreme emotions of his death.

And His spirituality is also reminding himself that there is no need to do anything.

Seeing that the messenger finally looked at him, Klein spoke out: "Thank you for your help, I will raise the reward and deliver it."

Three thousand gold pounds are not a small amount. Klein is a good reputation and every transaction is completed smoothly. Renette Tinicol didn't say anything, just nodded, preparing to lift the blockade and leave when the Dark Saint returns to normal.

As he spoke, the spirit of the wriggling pieces of flesh under his feet gradually returned to calm, and the meridians and flesh gradually appeared in cracks, and a hand grew. Then, the scattered meat and blood around him were attracted and gathered, and the scene of the murder began to gradually return to normal. But while the environment became normal, the style of the Dark Saint's painting became increasingly abnormal, and the flesh and blood gathered together. First, a piece of eyes emerged, and then the eyes slowly broke and merged into the flesh and blood again. Then a small hand emerged in the palm of the hand that was already covering the skin.

This flesh and blood was kneaded casually like plasticine, and the flesh and blood soul seemed to be recalling the structure of human beings.

Klein slowly turned his head away. He didn't want to see similar scenes, and always felt that everything in front of him was missing a mosaic.

Even if the "faceless man" is out of control, it will just collapse and melt like a candle, or collapse into countless spirit insects. Compared with the appearance of the Dark Saint, Klein simply feels that his out of control and mythical creature form is pleasing to the eye.

...Oh, there is no mosaic. The secret prayer controls the shadows as a natural code, but every part of the Dark Saint's "body" is indescribable. Klein feels that everything in the restricted level in front of him is like not hitting.

"It's you, X."

The two eyes that were wandering, looking for a location settled down, focused smoothly, and saw Klein with a complicated expression.

“…I really didn’t expect to be saved. Praise the Lord and thank you.”

The Dark Saint seemed to have given up building body parts one by one, but planned to start from the beginning like painting. After his eyes found the position, the flesh and blood began to gather towards his head. A dark red human figure stood up, with messy blood vessels tied knots. Every change is a challenge to human acceptance ability, and even experienced doctors will be stunned by this scene.

Klein turned his head, not wanting to pay attention to him: "Yeah."

Then he added: "Save you three thousand pounds at a time."

Renette Tinikol's head turned over, looked at Klein's side face, and then turned back.

"Save me three thousand pounds at a time?"

The body of the Dark Saint was basically built, but there was no skin yet. Without skin, it would be difficult for Klein to see his expression. Of course, he didn't want to see it. Just listening to his tone, he felt a little annoyed:

"Okay, there should have been one, but now I've been rescued by you, the factory area has been taken over by the church of the evil gods, and the working capital here and the property in the base should all fall into their hands."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the messenger's gaze seemed to float over again, and Klein's heart skipped a little.

“…all gone?”

"There are deposits elsewhere, I will go and get them." The skin and clothes grew out together. The Dark Saint breathed a sigh of relief and pointed a cross on his chest. His face was paler than before, but his expression was relaxed. "It will take some time. If you are in a hurry, I will go now."

Crane couldn't help but stop it: "If you run around now, you will be caught again, and then it will be more than three thousand pounds."

The Dark Saint chuckled in a low voice:

"I am not as crazy as you think. The Church of the Evil Gods, who just occupied our stronghold, must be plundering and counting our seals and property, not to mention the one who came to save me..." He glanced at Renette Tinicol from the corner of his eyes, "... Before the inventory is finished and they discuss the next move, I am safer. If you want to move or transfer, you have to use this time."

Klein was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "No."

Then he thought of something and asked, "Where are the others in the stronghold? Are you the only one left?"

"Yes, the incident happened suddenly, fortunately it is not a working day." The Dark Saint replied, lit a cross on his chest again, "If it weren't for their dedication, I might not be able to support you to come to rescue. Thank them, they will be with me."

Ksma's expression was very serious and pious, just like every morning class and prayer.

Renette Tinicol did not respond. Klein looked at the Dark Saint in shock and wanted to say something, but hesitated for a while but still couldn't say it out loud. The scene in front of him was more impactful than any words. Through the links of his mind, he clearly felt the emotions of Ksma at this moment - "calm, peaceful, calm, envious", and he also knew that his stormy heart might have been sensed by the other party at this moment, because the Dark Saint frowned slightly, as if he was surprised by the faith and thoughts of the God-followed people.

Klein didn't know why these emotions arose, but he was still creepy about it.

The Dark Saint looked at him meaningfully and said:

"Thank you again for your help, so I will leave first, and take away the property scattered elsewhere, and requisition the property of my sacrificed companions... and then I will go to the safe house, what are you going to do next?"

There is no one to protect him now, and there is no stronghold to guard him. With the hidden power of Secret Prayer, it is not difficult to avoid the search of the saints of the church.

Renette Tinikol still had no reaction to this, and seemed to be unwilling to care about Klein becoming an Aurora envoy, but his eyes were always on the hunter who was walking further and further away, not knowing what he was thinking.

Klein was silent for a moment: "Go back to the shelter."

The Dark Saint nodded, he looked at the surroundings thoughtfully, then carefully walked around Renette Tinicol, quickly following Trainer, who had already walked to the corner and was picking up newspapers from his own newspaper booth.

The messenger looked at Klein at this time, his four heads shaking and whispered:

"Red..." "Boy..." "Be careful..." "He..."

Klein was slightly stunned. He did not doubt that Miss Messenger would have any other thoughts about him, so he nodded:

"I understand, thank you for your reminder."

...

Trainer turned his head slightly, ignored the shadow following him, and looked in a certain direction.

"I can feel your hostility. Although I am weak and not worth mentioning, I have inherited some things at least."

"Richard Ernst's accomplices..."

“What are you doing here…?”

The bright red eyes opened in front of him, looking up and down with a scrutiny and hostile gaze, and the surrounding spirituality slowly began to flow.

"I am a member of the Aurora Society and I am under the command of the real Creator. It is not normal for me to come here. Do you want to attack me?"

Trainer shook his head and sighed: "This is not good for you at all. I am just a businessman and want to make money. Your fight has nothing to do with me... Then again, although I don't know who you are, you are dead. Isn't it enough to prove that you are not capable enough?"

"Although I don't mind death, and protecting me may not necessarily get His good intentions, but hurting me will definitely cause my father's dissatisfaction."

The Dark Saint hid quietly in the shadows, and Trena leisurely lit a cigarette for himself, without igniting it, and casually clamped it in his hand.

"What do you think?"

TBC

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