Chapter 391 Unpeaceful Night
With the crazy and violent aura rushing out of the faint gray mist, the entire No. 6 White Coat Street seemed to shake slightly, as if it was frightened.
In this building, in different rooms, the sleeping part of the body trembled unconsciously, falling into a bloody nightmare, and those who were not yet asleep looked left and right in suspicion, as if they had returned to a few years ago when barricades were everywhere and gunfire occurred from time to time.
Diagonally below Franka's apartment, on the bed in a quiet room, the man who had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep sat up suddenly, raised his head vigilantly and fearfully, looking at the source of the terrifying aura.
Meanwhile, in the basement of St. Robles' Church, in the market area, in the office area of the Inquisition.
Angoulême on night duty. Virtue. François stood up abruptly and was about to run to the place where those magical items were sealed, trying to improve his ability to deal with accidents and disasters in a short period of time.
In other rooms, Imre, Valentai and others also felt the violent aura that seemed to shake the entire Trier, some trembled, and some turned pale.
This scared them more than the Shadow Tree disaster.
But none of them stood still, or rushed out of the room to join Angoulême, or opened their arms, gave a hurried praise to the sun, and then rushed to the church of St. Robles above.
Memorial Parish, 11 Spring Street.
Gardner was rubbing a pair of armor. Martin frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the southeast area suspiciously.
He felt that something was calling him there, faintly making his blood burn a little more.
Deep underground in Trier, Olsen, who was always carrying a small brown suitcase, suddenly turned his ears to listen to the movement not far away.
There were fights and shouts coming from nowhere again.
The "supervisor" of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" suddenly became fierce and crazy, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on his neck.
There was a faint and invisible thin line highlighted, seeping out the fiery blood.
Located in the island area in the middle of the Serenzo River, the "Eternal Sun" Church of San Vieve was originally dark, only the bell tower next to it still had lights, but at this moment, this sleeping church suddenly lit up with a brilliant sun.
Sunlight from the bottom up instantly filled multiple domes like onions, illuminating each stained glass.
To the north of Trier, at the heart of the cathedral district, the cathedral of the "God of Steam and Machinery" church towers over thick iron-black chimneys.
With a rumble, the huge steam engine placed inside the church began to run, and a large amount of pale white mist sprayed up through the forest-like chimneys, enveloping the night sky.
In the Erato district, in a town very close to the Monastery of the Sacred Heart.
A big golden retriever and the lady beside it turned sideways, looking into the distance of the metropolis of Trier.
Inside the Red Swan Castle.
Count Puiver, who was already lying on the bed, opened his eyes.
He felt that the entire castle had become extremely oppressive, and the nightmarish roar and scream came from deep underground.
At this moment, the extraordinary people in the market area and the powerful people elsewhere in Trier were attracted by the unabashed and incomparably ostentatious madness.
"Loki" hiding in the room diagonally below Franca's apartment had just reacted to the violent and terrifying aura, and before he could recall the "resentful spirit" possessed by Lumian, he cautiously let him escape from the spirit world with him, and saw that the surrounding darkness instantly became thicker, engulfing the crimson moonlight, bringing the ultimate tranquility to this area.
He closed his eyes uncontrollably and imperceptibly, fell back on the bed, and truly fell asleep.
Lumian's thoughts suddenly returned to normal, and he ignited his own anger and poured all the pent-up emotions into crimson flames.
"Go to death!"
He roared, stepped forward with his left foot prominently in his eyes, quickly twisted his waist and swung his back, and swung his right fist with all his might.
In the rumbling dull explosion, all the flames on Lumian's body gathered on the surface of his fist, naturally compressing into a fiery white color.
The blazing white fireball broke away from Lumian's right fist and followed his preset trajectory and blasted towards the wall on the side of the apartment.
The sound he heard just now came from behind that wall!
Boom!
The wall collapsed into a large hole, revealing a man standing in the hallway.
He had brown hair and brown eyes, and a thin face, which was the secret doll that "Loki" used in the evening.
It was always him who spoke just now!
Before Lumian could realize that what he was finding was not the real "Loki", he saw a dark tide rushing in and drowning him.
He had initially vented his anger and the flames he had just created, and his mood quickly became calm, and he unconsciously closed his eyes and slowly fell to the ground.
His distorted face began to stretch, and his body and soul were soothed.
He no longer had signs of losing control.
Wearing a black widow-like dress and a veiled floppy hat, "Hela" came out of the darkness.
She was the closest to this apartment and was searching for traces of the battle of "Loki", Lumian and others, and she was undoubtedly the first to arrive.
Without delay, she directly let Lumian, Franka, "Loki" and the two secret puppets disappear in place.
Her figure disappeared, and the thick darkness receded rapidly.
Except for the collapsed wall, there was no trace left at the scene.
Two seconds later, the apartment was suddenly illuminated by sunlight.
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Underground in Trier, in an uninhabited mine.
The figures of Lumian, Franka and others were quickly outlined.
They were still asleep, only the slightly pale "Hela" remained awake and stood on the side.
The vice president of the "Curly Baboon Research Society" had hair that was no longer as dry and parted as before, and had become quite soft and dyed with the color of the night.
She took out a jug full of spirits and gulped it down a third before setting her sights on Lumian.
"Hela's" forehead "cracked" silently, emitting a dim light, forming an illusory bronze gate full of ancient meanings that could not be specifically described.
The gate shook, creaked, and cracked a gap, behind which was endless darkness, and there seemed to be countless, dense, indescribable eyes hidden in the darkness.
Affected by this illusory gate full of death, the "resentful spirit" attached to Lumian flew out irresistibly.
In the next second, he fell to the ground, because "Hela" had raised his right hand and held his forehead, and the unusually ancient bronze gate disappeared, and the blooming glow retracted into the crack.
"Hela" then looked at "Loki" who was still sleeping.
The leader of "April Fool's Day" has an ordinary face, very close to those living on White Coat Street, making it impossible to distinguish.
After staring at "Hela" for two seconds, his eyes quickly lost focus.
In the dream of "Loki".
"Hela" dressed in Black Widow-style clothes appeared in front of an ancient castle shrouded in a faint gray mist.
The castle gates were open, and it was as if it were the entrance to a tomb.
"Hela" looked up at the pitch-black castle with a large number of spires and thin shapes, walked into the gate, passed through the not-so-clear atrium, and entered the hall with strangely shaped chandeliers with unknown light sources.
There were many guests standing in the hall, each guest's expression was quite dull, and his body was motionless, as if it were just a wax figure.
Surrounded by these dozens or hundreds of "wax figures", there is a gray platform with three layers of stone steps, and in the middle of the platform is an ancient dark red seat.
At this time, there was a twenty-seven or eight-year-old man on the seat.
He wore a silk top hat, a black tuxedo, dark gray eyes, short brown hair, a high nose, and a slightly raised corner of his mouth, with a smile that was not very obvious.
The man pressed the armrests on both sides, leaned back relaxedly, and leaned against the back of the chair.
"Who are you?" His voice echoed in the castle, as if questioning "Hela".
"Hela" crossed the crowd of suspected wax figures and walked up the steps to the man.
Her cold voice asked without any ups and downs:
"'Loki', don't you know me?"
"Loki" smiled even more obviously:
"'Hela', you really found ......"
"Hela" took advantage of the other party's dream state and asked bluntly:
"Why did you murder the members of the Research Society?"
"Loki" tilted his head slightly and laughed:
"The only value of those idiots is to provide us with fun.
"You should also know very well that the end will come in a few years, and they will die sooner or later, so it is better to sacrifice yourself in advance and entertain us."
"Hela" fell silent for a moment, and the air around her became colder, and pale, rotten palms vaguely wanted to stick out on the stone brick floor and surrounding walls.
After a few seconds, she spoke again:
"Why did you murder 'Muggle'?"
"Loki" stopped laughing, looked at "Hela", curled the corners of his mouth and said:
"Because ......"
His expression changed suddenly, and Hela sensed the arrival of some kind of danger from the dream.
"Because, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun ......"
"Loki's" voice quickly became farther away, and the entire dream began to collapse driven by "Hela's" will.
The castle collapsed into pieces and disappeared into pure but illusory darkness.
In the real world, in an uninhabited mine underground in Trier.
"Hela" opened her eyes, and there were countless living tiny creatures wriggling under her pale skin.
Her figure quickly disappeared and re-outlined, no longer the abnormality that had just appeared.
And "Loki's" body has collapsed into a pool of flesh and blood and twisted worms crawling in and out of the flesh and blood.
"Hela" watched quietly, not finding any extraordinary characteristics precipitating.
…………
In the pitch-black castle shrouded in a faint mist, in a gloomy room, there was a dark red coffin.
A pale palm suddenly stretched out from the coffin and clung to the edge of the board.
(End of this chapter)