Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 123: Superb battle (recommendation ticket)
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Outside the glass window, the garden is vine-grown, run-down and gloomy, the river flows darkly, reflecting a little starlight, and the houses nearby reveal the warm and warm glow.
Everything is extremely quiet, as if welcoming the night.
The facial features are not exquisite, but the combined Triss looks back beautifully, walks quickly to the coat rack, and takes off a hooded black robe.
She quickly put on the dress, buttoned it, fastened her belt, turned over the hood, and turned herself into a Assassin.
Triss raised his right hand and wiped it in front of his face, suddenly making the face covered by the hood obscured and blurred.
Next, she reached out and twisted a handful of fluorescent powder from the secret pocket around her waist, and sprinkled on the body with the spell.
The figure of Triss began to disappear inch by inch. The outline was drawn by a pencil and was completely erased by an eraser.
After completing her invisibility, she left the bedroom silently and went to the opposite room, pushing open the window without guardrails.
With a light jump, Triss stood on the window sill, looking down at the lawn behind the small building, looking down at the iron fence almost integrated into night, and looking down at the "Corpse Collector" Frye that was quietly over the fence.
She took a deep breath fell like a feather and stepped on the lawn without a sound.
Wearing a black trench coat, carrying a special revolver, Frye with high nose and thin lips carefully looked around, looking for possible injustice or evil spirits.
He can see these things directly!
Triss quietly approached Frye, and walked around behind him, sometime in his hand when he had a dagger painted with "black paint".
Poof!
Her take action was like Swift Wind, and she stabbed the dagger into the back of Frye.
But at this moment, what she saw in front of her was broken, and her hallucinations were broken.
Triss found himself still standing on the window sill, looking down on the lawn and down on the iron fence.
It ’s just outside the wall, there is no longer only "Corpse Collector" Frye, there is Leonard Mitchell aimed at the window sill, and Dunn Smith with closed eyes, pressed eyebrows, half-bowed body, this Night Watcher captain seems to have a circle around The invisible ripples are swaying.
Triss's pupils shrank, realizing that it was just a dream, and I didn't know when I slept!
Pong! Pang! Pang!
The Leonard and Frye fired a total of three shots, accurately hitting the invisible target that did not seem to be awake from the dream.
crack!
The silhouette of Triss emerged. It first cracked, and immediately turned into fragments, turning into silver mirror fragments with rough surfaces!
In the house, she used substitution spell to make a U-turn and walked along the corridor and stairs all the way to the first floor.
In this layer of Wū !, it is so cold that people will be blown by the frozen wind forever, and an invisible and transparent figure is hovering numbly in every place.
Every time Triss, which has lost its stealth effect, passes through a ghost-like existence, her body temperature will drop a little, and when she finally reaches the altar, she has shivered uncontrollably.
The altar is a round table with a white bone carved statue in the center.
This idol has the size of a normal adult man ’s head, and his eyebrows have a vague outline. It seems to be a beautiful woman.
Her hair extended from her head to her ankles, her roots were clear and thick, like snakes and tentacles.
And the top of each hair has an eye, or closed or opened, densely packed.
There are a lot of puppets piled up messily around this evil deity. The rough puppets are written with names and corresponding information, such as Joyce Meyer.
There were also three candles above the round table, with yellowish green flames swaying in the cold and howling wind.
Triss salutes the idol and recites the mantra quickly.
Then she pushed away the puppet, pressed the candlelight, and picked up the idol.
Wū !
The wind blew a little, and the tightly closed windows shook violently.
kuāng dāng! crack! One side of the glass shattered, and the cold and breathless wind blew in all directions.
Just around the other side, Frye, who did n’t dare to recklessly enter the altar, shuddered suddenly, only feeling that the blood was getting cold, frosting, and only obviously slowing his movements.
At this moment, his ankle tightened as if he had been grasped firmly by something invisible.
The more cold feeling spreads from the contact position upwards. For other Sequence Nine Extraordinary, it must be paralyzed and stiff, but Frye as Corpse Collector is not unfamiliar with similar conditions.
He turned the muzzle of the revolver and pulled the trigger against the side of his ankle, as if he could see who the enemy was and where he was.
Pong!
A silver demon hunting bullet fell into the wind, in exchange for a sad cry.
The invisible shadow dissipated and Frye restored the ability to move freely.
On the other side, I wanted to climb to second floor, avoiding the Dunn Smith on the front of the altar, which was also frozen by the expanding cold wind, and stopped outside the broken window.
The dark curtain behind the Wū ! window suddenly lifted up and enveloped Dunn, just like the monster opened its mouth and devoured its prey.
Dunn's head was immediately wrapped in a life-like curtain, and the tighter it was, the tighter it became, outlined its muzzle and nose.
In the state of suffocation, Dunn stepped on his feet, his knees were straight, back turned, and he broke the curtain with brute force.
He grabbed the corner of the curtain around his head with his left hand, pulled it down, and threw it to the ground.
Pong!
He raised his hand with a shot and shot at the half of the curtain behind the window that he wanted to cover.
The curtain came to a halt in an instant, and a deep red rose quickly.
Wū !
On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, who was chanting poetry, was also blown by the cold wind with a strong sense of death.
At this moment, the ruined messy vines suddenly spread and wrapped around his ankles, and a shadow was also smashed by the wild wind.
The Leonard, whose body was slightly stiff, had no time to shoot, so it had to pull his shoulders hurriedly and raise his arm.
Poof! The shadow hit the position of his forearm, allowing his spikes to pierce his skin.
This is just a delicate, bright red flower, I do not know where it came from.
Leonard threw pain and threw this flower stained with his own blood aside.
Pong! He fired a shot at the entangled vines and shot dark red juice.
deng deng deng! Leonard stepped forward and rushed to the altar on the first floor to the broken window.
In his original standing position, the vine suddenly shrank away, seeming to avoid something invisible.
With the chaos caused by the destruction of the altar and the interruption of the ritual, Triss once again completed the stealth, and successfully concealed spirit vision, escaped the siege, and came to the back of the three Night Watchers.
Her right hand stretched out, and suddenly a cold wind blew past, holding the flower stained with Leonard blood into her palm.
Triss didn't stay any longer, holding flowers, quickly turned over the iron fence, and fled towards River of Tasok.
At this time, Leonard who had just entered the first floor suddenly turned his head, as if listening to something.
His face changed a little, he hurriedly pulled up his sleeves and looked at the wound that had been pierced by flowers.
With his physique, the bleeding has stopped there, and there is only a slight swelling.
Leonard's expression became heavy, and he squeezed his left index finger violently and pulled the nail out!
His face was suddenly full of pain and distortion, but his movements did not stop because of this. While meditating on something, he cut the solidified wound with his nails, stained it with dark red blood, and then pulled it off A few hairs entangled that nail.
On the side of River of Tasok, Triss slowed down and turned its attention to the flowers in hand.
She murmured something in her mouth, and Huo Ran burst out a black, unreal flame.
The flame enveloped the flowers and really burned, burning the other party to ashes.
After doing all this, Triss stepped into the river and sank into the water.
At the same time, Leonard threw out the nails with blood stained on his hair. looks at fell to the corner and burned out of thin air, emitting a stench of stench.
The nail and hair disappeared quickly, leaving only a little dust.
Leonard relaxed, from the window into the first floor, to Dunn and Frye that are destroying the altar:
"The target escaped. Fortunately, our main purpose has always been to stop the ceremony."
Dunn sighed and looked at the many puppets on the round table:
"She is very vigilant and powerful, and she has noticed our approach in advance, otherwise ... she is at least Sequence Seven's Extraordinary."
"Sign Klein, let him come."
Through brief dream contact, he judges that the enemy is a woman.
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