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Lost contact.

The team sent to Tingen, who was responsible for the surrender of God, lost contact.

When I got this news, I was staying in the underground church owned by the Aurora Club's stronghold in Beckland. Except for the occasional one or two people who came to pray suddenly fry it into pieces, it was quiet enough to facilitate my writing. The listener knelt on the ground and reported to me, his body trembling violently, as if he was about to collapse into a pool of flesh and blood in front of me.

I didn't respond immediately. After writing the next line with a classical quill and rigorously putting a close, I put down the manuscript paper and the pads on my knees and turned my face to him:

"What happened?"

From his inflected answer, I pieced together the general process: First of all, I know that this time God’s descendant was actually a trick. The requirement of using human women as the container of childbirth for the mother to nurture God is extremely high, and it is very difficult to complete the ceremony. So the Son of God is actually a smoke bomb, and the real container is the members responsible for the ceremony. Although they know nothing, they will definitely feel extremely honored for this, so none of us said it clearly.

Of course, for me, the smoke bomb is the same as the backhand. It is best to succeed in one go if the Son of God arrives.

But now, the problem arises.

The two members who performed the ceremony were missing and had no reply for three days, probably because they were dead. Z, who was in charge of this matter, has not sent a report or requested help so far, which is unreasonable.

This is also my dereliction of duty. Strangely, I should have been "watching" there, but I didn't know when I took my gaze back because I felt that this God's submission would not fail. Why? What affected me?

I recited the names of my allies and listened to them. The chaotic words rushed into my mind with knowledge that could instantly explode the dangers of fall from low sequences other than the paths of ordinary people and shepherds. I skillfully isolated them and threw them into the filthy abyss in my consciousness. Thinking of the traces of twisted fate, I thought about it and confirmed that there was something really hidden in that small town. Then, according to the failed experience of God's descendants, this thing is very likely...Adam.

"—I understand, you go back."

After a moment of silence, I said to the listener who was still slightly trembling: "Go to tell the administrator of the seal, and I will withdraw an extraordinary item of at least the "apprentice" route."

20

About ten minutes later, I got the seal I wanted. An item that meets my requirements and corresponds to the "Traveler" sequence is in the form of an emerald ring. It has no living characteristics and can teleport very short intervals. The negative effect is that it has extremely strong aggregation ability when worn, and cannot accurately locate the destination. It is accompanied by the continuous crying and roaring in the mind, so there are quite a lot of negative effects.

The blood-worn roar, the desire to gather... I knew in my heart that this was probably the letter of fame brought by the "Secret Saint" or Mr. X when he came to surrender, and it came from the Abraham family who were betrayed by them.

Abraham. I remember that the door was still in the hands of the Mother Goddess.

There is also Rossell. Although I also secretly polluted Him, the little bit of pollution I hide is hard to overcome the fallen Mother Goddess who have never been restrained. Seeing Rossell being swallowed by the red moon, I could only sigh. I secretly suggested to Him the coordinates of my original body and that He went there, but this guy always played cards without reason and ran straight towards the moon, becoming a prop in the hands of others.

When it falls into my hands, it will be trapped in eternal numbness and chaos at most. The Mother Goddess is not as kind-hearted as me.

OK. So now go to Tingen to see the situation. I put the ring on my hand and infused my spirituality. Indeed, I couldn't imagine the destination clearly in my mind. So I chose a random direction, opened a blue "door" in the air, and stepped in.

The vision suddenly changed, and I came to a not-so-wide street, surrounded by low houses, with wastewater flowing on the street, and corpses and garbage piled up in the corners of the walls. This is the East District, a place where despair breeds. There were no people around me. I roughly estimated the distance and spirituality and prepared to continue to open the door and leave here. Suddenly, spiritual fluctuations occurred in the alley ahead. A light door opened out of thin air, and a familiar figure ran out of panic.

"What's going on?" Miss Forth Wall shouted in despair. "We're still in the East Side, why are we only two streets away?"

There was also a petite woman who came out of the door with her. She held a handful of triangular thorns in her hand and looked in a certain direction. Then, her whole body was as if she was struck by lightning. She stared at that direction and her body stiffened into a stone.

"It's over." The small woman squeezed out the words from her teeth, "He saw us, and Zillingers and I met with us."

Miss Fors's face turned pale in an instant, and she lost all her blood. She looked at a bracelet with only two stones left on her wrist, and reached out to pull it-and then she saw me. Her expression flashed with astonishment, fear, struggle, and blurted out: "Why are you here?"

The aggregation came too quickly. My eyes swept through the bracelet on her wrist and I knew it. Then I asked with a smile like an ordinary person who happened to pass by and knew nothing about the coming danger:

"Good afternoon, Miss Wall, and the unknown lady. I'm collecting inspiration in the East Side. Can you invite you to have afternoon tea?"

twenty one

Forth's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip. She had no time to explain how she would explain the horror of the extraordinary world to a normal and calm old-school gentleman? She gritted her teeth, pulled off one of the last two stones from the bracelet, and shouted: "Come here!"

"Please believe me, Mr. Vaughan!" she said with the fastest speed in her life, "I will explain to you later, and keep up with us now!"

Judging from the confused expression on her face, Mr. Edward seemed to be out of the situation, but he walked quickly towards them. The distance between them was only four or five meters, and the adults could reach it in a few steps. Forsy didn't care about the pain and only had the last stone left, and raced against time to open the door. But at this moment, Xiu, who had been extremely nervous around her, suddenly exclaimed, turned around suddenly, and pushed her towards the door that had not yet been fully formed.

"You go first!" The small arbitrator's expression was a perseverance that Forth had never had before, "Zirlingus is here!"

Fors widened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the sky. She found that Edward, who was only two steps away from them, also looked up in that direction. She saw the scene that made her blood cold to freezing point in an instant. The cruel and killable pirate general stepped on the windowsill and used the ability of the "Wind Master" to glide towards them like a big bird! His face was a bloodthirsty smile, and his body was light and agile, like an eagle preying on prey, like a vulture swooping over, watching them struggling with death with a high and contemptuous look, his eyes full of ecstasy.

"Forth, go quickly!"

"No, no! Hugh, you and me-"

Forth's legs were uncontrollable in fear, and his thoughts seemed to stagnate. His fingers clenched Hug's clothes, trying to pull her into the door together. At this moment, she felt her body soaring into the air. Before she could be confused, she saw Hug off the ground with her feet. Edward Vaughan, who had arrived in front of them, held a man's back collar in one hand, and threw them together into the door that had just been completed with incredible strength.

"...Wait!" Fells fell into the brightly colored tunnel, and Forth's mind had stopped working again. She saw the figure of Zillingers gliding in the gap behind Edward Vaughn, but she could not do anything and could only shout in despair:

"No!! Wo—"

twenty two

Zillingers saw clearly that the woman was not a "traveler", but she held an extraordinary item in the traveler's sequence. Although there was still the last stone, it was enough for him to complete the murder in the plan and escape calmly.

He licked his lips, and the bloodthirsty and crazy smile on his face further expanded, and he had already seen the scene of torturing the two people and tearing them apart.

With the help of the wind, he crossed the distance between two streets and alleys in just a few seconds and came directly to the front of the door. Zillingers stretched out his hand and decided to feed the middle-aged man who was hindering his plan to "Wrinkled Hunger", and then calmly snatched the magical item. But at this moment, his spiritual intuition suddenly issued a shocking warning, and then fell into silence the next second. Zillingers was surprised and confused. His hand, which was wearing "Wrinkled Hunger", was less than an inch away from the gentleman's back.

The gentleman slowly turned around.

Zillingers suddenly couldn't move.

What's going on?! The Pirate General was shocked: the distance between this inch and less than a second seemed to be infinitely extended, but this man who had never been taken seriously did not change at all.

"If you die here, Miss Wall and her companions will definitely doubt me...but, you look good."

"I still have work to do, you disturbed me."

Edward Vaughn stared at him calmly, without mockery or contempt. His iris and pupils were black, looking hazy and without light, accurately reflecting Zillingers' terrifying expression. He stood up straight and elegantly, with his chest raised and his head raised, walking slowly and proudly, like a well-designed and meticulous figure. His gaze stayed on Zillingers' "squirming hunger" for a second, then fell into silence, as if he had thought for a brief moment, and a terrifying light like lava flowed from deep into his pupils. He raised his cane and pointed Zillingers' chest from the top of his gems.

"roll."

The blasphemy from the abyss was spit out of His mouth.

As soon as he fell, Zillingers felt like he was hit hard in an instant. His sternum was sunk, and the bones in his body made a twisting and shattering sound. His face instantly turned blood red, blood overflowed from the cracks of his teeth, his skin cracked, his limbs were crooked, and the broken flesh instantly soaked the clothes of his body. Then, he was knocked out like a siege hammer and hit the top of a dilapidated bell tower hundreds of meters away, and a burst of smoke and dust rose.

Edward Vaughan turned his back, and the flow of sensory time returned to normal. He stepped into the brightly colored tunnel in front of him. The blue door gradually closed behind him, just blocking the scene of Zillingers flying out. At this time, Miss Forth's short "Mr. Vaughan" had not yet read the second word. Then, her unspoken words stuck in her throat, and she watched in disbelief as the other party entered the door in full in the last half second after protecting them.

"That's great, so good..." She was crying without tears, trembling constantly at the fact that the elder almost lost his life.

"Don't be afraid, two ladies, we are safe." Edward comforted them softly, with the joy of surviving the disaster on his face. "It is the responsibility of the gentleman to protect women and children, and we are fine."

"...So, now, I'm going to sit in my house and have a cup of tea and explain to me what's going on?"

TBC

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*Edward: Alas, this looks delicious...the item that the Shepherds passes? Could it be that the subordinates of an ally can't eat it, so get out of here.
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