On the outskirts of Tingen, there are houses with green lawns.
It has a garden that began to wither in early September and a dark red chimney.
There is a desk behind the window of this house, with an ordinary notebook on it.
A charred, dry, mutilated arm that exuded a strong odor of burning tore up the notes in great anger. Among the scattered pages, new lines of text told the source of his anger——
"Poor Ince Zangwill, his 'perfect' plan has suffered so many variables that he had to go into battle himself just to take away the long-coveted ashes of Saint Selena."
"Although the Blackthorn Security Company's defense force only had three Beyonders left, out of vigilance for fate, Ince Zangwill killed the man who had repeatedly killed him immediately after breaking into the Blackthorn Security Company.
Klein Moretti made his plan change. However, two high-level spells that appeared for unknown reasons still gave him enough 'surprises'. The spells that were close to the power of a demigod evaporated all the spiritual bodies under his control.
, still almost killed him on the spot."
"Fortunately, these two talismans of the Sun Realm also shattered the Night Realm built by Saint Selina's ashes. During the riot of extraordinary items behind Chanis' door, he successfully seized the ashes of Saint Selena and used
In the ceremony arranged by the characteristics of the descendant of Death, he was forcibly promoted to a sequence four night watchman, thus gaining divinity and becoming a powerful demigod."
"However, completing the promotion while seriously injured caused irreversible damage to Inz Zangwill. In this state, can he avoid being pursued and intercepted by all the extraordinary people in Tingen?"
"Ince Zangwill did not fail. He did get what he wanted, but was it all worth it?"
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In the Raphael Cemetery at night, in front of a newly erected tombstone, the stone slab of the newly sealed tomb was turned over, and a blackened arm stretched out from the soil.
Wow!
The stone slab was pushed away, the coffin lid was pushed open, and the charred corpse in formal clothes crawled out of the coffin. The flesh and blood carbonized by high temperature were squirming and regenerating rapidly, but this scene made people feel more and more uncomfortable.
"Hiss—burning to death is indeed a very painful way to die..."
The unrecognizable facial features wrinkled into a ferocious expression that could scare even spirits away, but soon, a brand new face slowly crawled onto those terrifying cheeks.
"Is Ince Zangwill dead?" Klein's memory still lingers on the moment when he was hit in the chest and instinctively read out the activation words of the Sun Flame Spell.
He stood up with force, and after sorting through his belongings, he found that he only had a pendulum, a copper whistle, and a long dress that he didn't know if he had purchased specially for burial.
"Benson and Melissa really don't know how to be thrifty!" Klein sighed, stood up and began to search in the cemetery, one, two... There are not many new graves in the cemetery, but it is worth celebrating.
What's strange is that he didn't see his familiar name on those tombstones.
"Fortunately, it seems that Leonard and Luo Yao should be fine... There was no accident on the captain's side." Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately left as he watched his body gradually recover to the point where he could see people.
In the cemetery, he couldn't wait to know whether the guy who killed him died under the Sun Flame Spell.
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"Meow!"
In Backlund's mansion in the West District, Snow, who was typing words, suddenly heard Lily's shrill scream. He immediately turned around and saw that in the shadows in the corner of the room, a mass of flesh was squirming in a strange way.
"Quiet." Snow gently comforted Lily, but his attention was always focused on the lump of flesh around your eyes. It wasn't until it reorganized into a pale but extremely handsome man that he breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully.
He put his hand on his chest and said:
"Mr. A, you are back."
"Yes." Mr. A's tone contained irrepressible anger and madness, but he still suppressed the anger and ordered:
"I need to stay with you for a while, and you can stay in your normal state."
"Okay, I'll prepare some food for you." Snow didn't pretend to ask how the Evil God's heir was. Judging from Mr. A's current appearance, he was probably still seriously injured.
"No need." Mr. A stopped Feng Xue and said seriously, "The fraudster named Lanerwus has now arrived in Backlund. He has the divinity of our Lord in him, and he is the living creature that allows our Lord to descend.
, find him, but don’t let him find out.”
"Our strength in Backlund has suffered a lot, and we probably don't have many manpower to mobilize." Snow stated the situation of the Aurora Society as tactfully as possible, but Mr. A didn't care and said:
"You can have as many lambs as you want at the bottom, as long as I recover..."
For a moment, Snow felt a thorn in his back. He was sure that Mr. A's words were definitely a test, but he did not show any hostility and still had a respectful expression.
Mr. A's brief silence did not continue. He seemed to just take a breath while speaking and continued to ask:
"How is your Secret Prayer potion digested?"
Snow understood his thoughts easily, and immediately drew an inverse cross pattern with a long top and a short bottom on his chest, and respectfully replied:
"With the blessing of the Lord, it was completely digested just half a month ago."
"Very well, take me to your basement and I'll mix the listener's potion for you."
As Mr. A spoke, he took out a piece of ear-shaped meat from his body, which made Snow very disgusted. However, considering the danger of Mr. A, he still conscientiously suppressed the urge to feel nauseous.
, took Mr. A, who was obviously seriously injured and wanted to work for the welfare of his subordinates, to the basement, and then watched Mr. A skillfully select auxiliary materials from the flower and plant powders. As for why Mr. A is so familiar with his basement...
…
Because the last potion he had was mixed by Mr. A here.
…
"Drink it and you will be able to hear the gospel of the Lord directly."
Ten minutes later, Mr. A, who had no time to change his clothes and could only wear a coat made of flesh and blood, completed a bottle of lavender potion and pushed it to Snow in the same tone as more than a month ago.
in front of.
Looking at this bottle of potion, Snow doubted whether Mr. A really followed the formula of the potion. However, even Mr. A, who was seriously injured, was definitely not something that he, a rookie with the Nine Perfection Sequences, could handle. He took
He picked up the flask, looked at the lavender liquid inside, and swallowed it in one gulp.
An indescribable feeling of nausea slid down the throat and into the stomach, and then began to expand continuously, as if it was going to completely stretch Snow's body.
Snow felt as if every nerve in his body had turned into a soldering iron, and the intense burning pain made him almost scream.
He forced himself into a semi-meditative state to restrain his spirituality, but at this moment, an indescribable voice suddenly exploded in his mind.
There is no doubt that it is a whisper belonging to the true Creator, but at the same time, a sentence that has been set up also emerges at the same time——
"The whispers of Mr. Fool are the whispers of a hidden existence, and the whispers of the true Creator are also the whispers of a hidden existence. I will not be polluted when listening to Mr. Fool's whispers, so I will not be polluted when listening to the whispers of the True Creator!"
The layers of murmurs of the white horse and the non-horse turned into a filter, filtering the whispers of the true Creator. In the end, only a voice like the gentle greetings of passers-by was left, which was transmitted to his spirit body, and
He finally captured a small fragment of it more clearly, as if to say——
