With random thoughts, time slips away quickly.

Seeing that the final deadline was about to come, Hermione saw Craven rushing back, holding Lucien in one hand, threw a bag on the ground, and bowed down to his knees: "Your Highness, I found him in a very secret laboratory..."

"Okay, from now on, William and Marcus will disappear forever. I am not going to let him live, either Victor. Can you hold on to the situation?"

Craven was almost dancing. He was actually stronger than Marcus now, but the centuries of power were not so easy to eliminate. It had psychological shadows, and each one was a trouble that made him afraid of. Hermione wiped it out, which was better.

"No problem at all, Your Highness, I promise..."

Hermione interrupted again, "I don't like to listen to these, I only look at the results. If there is great turmoil because of the disappearance of the elder, such as Emilia and her husband leading a part of it to break out, or other blood clans are independent, resulting in the original order being affected, I promise you will miss the trigeminal neuralgia before. Go."

Craven didn't dare to say anything more, so he saluted again and retreated.

Hermione looked at Lucien on the ground and smiled, "Are you showing me your acting talent? How long will it take to pretend to be dizzy?"

Lucien got up, a little embarrassed, curious, and excited, "You are the eldest princess Helenz, who will travel from the future?"

Hermione was too lazy to deal with this unnutritious nonsense. “I need a group of hunting dogs that can quickly grasp instant information in the market, so the opportunity for you and your tribe is here.”

"I am me, I will not impose my personal needs on the ethnic group, I..."

Of course Hermione knew that Lucien just wanted to bargain.

Lucien had many of his subordinates fighting for his private affairs, and even managed this alien werewolf group, in order to fight against the alien blood clan headed by Victor and other three elders.

The main reason is that he and Victor have a deep hatred. The other alien-blooded werewolves who had followed him at the beginning overthrow the blood clan's enslavement and freedom, and they were already worthy of their wishes.

"You think my husband is unwilling to use violence lightly, and he has a lot of advice with you, and I am a woman, and I am probably better talking. Unfortunately, you guessed it wrong."

Hermione said expressionlessly, and the projection of the star of the Casino-eupus, the scarlet sea urchin, began to exert force.

Soul Tide!

The beginning of this magic is exactly the experiment Kane is about to conduct on the evil god believers. The preliminary preparations are already in place, and he will get started after he participates in the rally.

But Hermione is already using the mature version of this technology to mess with people.

The mental energy is like a tide, repeatedly eroding, taking away some of the memories every time.

The principle behind this is actually the warehouse top-up goods, but the new ones are empty packaging, while the ones taken out are dry goods.

In the end, Lucien had only basic personality left and lost most of his memory.

In fact, this is temporary amnesia. At least the main memory, which can be restored with physical backups in the brain, can be restored. Of course, this process may be very long.

But Hermione naturally would not give Lucien a chance to recover. She directly stripped her soul from her body and stuffed it into the crystal soul box, and at the same time put a soul from the soul box.

After that, the projection of Ita Star Casino is condensed from a beam of light, and this process will last for twelve hours.

Memory information is very large. Lucien's memory information, which has lived for centuries, is increasingly massive. Even if Hermione does screening, it is still a large number.

Moreover, information indoctrination is a more detailed operation than extraction. Even if there are physical devices (brain) echoing each other, it still cannot be too fast.

Hermione closed her eyes and rested again. It had been a long time since she was as leisurely and relaxed as she was today. She planned to turn around and let go of her lazy days.

At the same time, Serene, wearing flat glasses and dressed in a literary young woman, has arrived in Venice.

She appeared on Judyka Island with a huge violin box on her back. Apart from the water, it was the noisy main island, but it was extremely quiet, as if it was a different world.

Instead of enjoying the scenery, she headed straight for a church.

Redentorre, built to thank God for saving Venice from the great plague of 1576, is simple and solemn. It is considered to be the pinnacle of Palpaldio religious architecture.

The church was clean and bright, and the uncovered footsteps of Serena broke the tranquility.

A priest in his fifties walked out through the corner gate beside him.

"Sorry, Miss, there is no prayer or visiting service available now."

Serene took out a badge and handed it to the gentle priest.

"Oh, welcome, sisters of the secret society."

"Essential, elder." Serena lent words in Italian, which was not fluent.

The pastor wondered in his heart that although the secret meeting was a nun, it was directly under the Holy See, and Italian was a compulsory course. It is too rare for the secret meeting sisters who can't speak Italian well.

However, any large organization with a long history has strict rules and many unspoken rules. The pastor knew that there were some things he shouldn't ask.

The elder is fine.

Elder Arecio was receiving a distinguished guest. The priest brought Serene in, which made Arecio unhappy. When he saw the badge handed over by the priest, his expression improved a little.

After the priest left, Arecio was a deputy official and waited for Serena to express his greetings.

As a result, what was waiting for was Serena's gaze. Then Arecio knelt down, slid down from the seat, knelt on the ground, then turned around, leaned down with his hands, and his butt was sticking out.

Such a reaction shocked the distinguished guests who were received by him.

Then I saw Arecio not raising his head, and he stretched out one hand to sway back and forth against the ground.

The guest understood that he was asking him to leave quickly.

He stood up, looked at Serene deeply, and smiled and said, "I'll say goodbye first."

No one responded.

The guest left the room awkwardly.

Then Arecio said, "Saint, my lord, the light is coming."

"Midaer, the virtue of courage and virtue of glorifying our Lord, need to use the bell tower here."

When Arecio heard Serene say that she was a virtue of courage, he knew that this was the fifth among the ninth-level angels, the virtue of God.

The specific virtue is the heroic and unshakable courage in the behavior.

The angel of power is the executor of miracles, the giver of courage, and the close friend of the hero, the fighter, and the righteous who endures suffering.

To be honest, once the angel of power appears, either urge the believers to start fighting, or they start fighting directly.

From the church elementary school, Arecio has been in the church for more than 40 years and has not seen anyone coming, but he is prepared. After his position in the church reaches a certain level, he is naturally arranged.

This is a process from sneering to willingness to believe in some. Rather than saying that faith becomes pious, as we grow older, we feel the binding force of fate, the sense of déjà vu, and feel that we are small, aging and powerless, so we are willing to believe something.

In this context, Serene's divinity was revealed, which naturally had a great impact on Arecio's mind.

A self-conscious instinctive cognition made Arecio know that Serene is not a human being and cannot have such temperament characteristics. This sense is not even mainly obtained by audiovisual, touch, taste and smell. But the aphrodisiac effect of pheromones is just that pheromones are awakened by the body, and this is awakening of consciousness.

If it were an old world like Nerva, it would definitely not be like this, and it might even be arguing with Serene: Which unit do you belong to?

Arecio couldn't do it, so he lost his composure.

For some time afterwards, he fell into a trance that he could hardly think carefully.

If Kane is on the side, he will say that the san value drops exceeds the daily endurance (using the normal rest of 6-8 hours is the segmentation) threshold, and he is half crazy.

The drop of san value is caused by incomprehensible chaos, not fear.

This is a question of sequence. First, the san value is dropped. Once rationality is low, the tolerance will decrease. The easiest thing is to be frightened, so that most of the intuitive manifestations are fear and frenzy.

And Arecio's trend is another kind of worship, glory, and faith...

So in essence, the ancient gods and the Cthulhu system are no different. They both use deep stimulation to make people lose their san value and then become crazy, and crazy faith is also a kind of crazy.

Many ordinary people have seen those who engage in pyramid schemes, who believe it without doubt, look excited when giving speeches, blushing and frosting, are extremely emotionally contagious and frightening.

If we take another small step, we will say that this person is crazy, and his perspective and ideas are no longer understandable to ordinary people.

Arecio is almost like this. Maybe after that, he will be able to escape from his fanatical state, but now...

A good dog.

He handled all the chores and Serene just had to go on the field and kick it at the right time.

Artemis's golden bow is of course just a imitation version, and it is not even a high imitation.

Such a bow may be a level 1 inherited treasure for ordinary people, but for Serena, it is just one of more than a thousand similar weapons known worldwide.

It was given to her by someone as a gift in the early 18th century.

Artemis's duties are hunting, moon, wilderness, bows and arrows, war, death, and purification. It is a somewhat perverted and cruel god, which is very consistent with the business card character Serene among the Messenger of Death.

So the golden bow is just a symbol.

It's different now. The power of the sacred golden spear can give ordinary things a special meaning.

Besides, this bow is not an ordinary object, but can be called a ritual object.

When the power of the sacred golden spear with divine characteristics is combined with it, it will have an effect similar to that of a ghost on the body.

If you can only draw one bow, the ritual weapon will collapse immediately, but this skill is enough.
Chapter completed!