Erato district, a camp of the Trier garrison.
A large number of soldiers rushed out of different buildings in the dark moonlit night, forming teams without chaos at all, or launching artillery pieces and bombarding the barricades in the distance, or carrying rifles, in the form of groups of several people and advancing towards the boulevard area.
It was also interspersed with combatants carrying steampacks and holding huge firearms, who always occupied high points or places where they could hide.
In a house in the camp, Albus, whose hair seemed to be dyed red, sat in the officer's seat, raising his legs to the edge of the table in front of him.
In his line of sight, there were heads floating in mid-air, and below them were all dragging bloody spines, like long tails.
These heads flew towards the headless corpses wearing the coats of soldiers with gold threads on a blue background, aimed their blood-stained spines at the empty neck, and put them in.
Click! They completed the "installation" at the same time, twisting left and right a few times to get used to their new bodies.
The newly created group of soldiers quickly took up their weapons, followed unknown orders, and rushed out very disciplinedly.
Albus. Medici said with a "tsk":
"What a nostalgic scene.
"Will there be a river of blood tonight?"
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Towering multiple spires, a large amount of gold painted on the outside of the off-white complex.
"Magician" and "Justice" heard the rumbling of artillery.
"Early rebellion?" Wearing a white tie shirt and a beige skirt, the "magician" had a little starlight in his eyes, as if he had passed through the obstacles of the spirit world and saw the movement of the barracks position.
Her previous astrological results showed that it would be a while before the disaster broke out, but Jane Na caught the cyborg monks and discovered that they were connected to the evil god believers, and after transporting the paints and brushes, the fate changed apparently, and the illusory gears officially turned.
The disaster opens early without adequate preparation.
"Justice" in a light blue dress listened to the roaring cannon sound and said in a peaceful voice:
"Such a scale obviously cannot overthrow the current government of Intis, and can only bring a certain amount of short-term chaos......
"There are also strikes, marches, protests, riots, etc.?"
"These are all the strengths of the 'Iron Cross' and the Charcoal Party, Gardner. The disappearance of Martin and some of his men may have been to ignite Mars, but now it seems that the two parts are not connected enough, lack effective coordination, and fail to form a linkage." The "magician" set his sights on the southeast area, where there is a memorial parish, a market area, and a botanical garden.
"Justice" nodded lightly and said:
"This shows that our efforts are still effective.
"They were forced to go ahead of schedule, and it's good to be able to do this."
As soon as she finished speaking, the "doll" messenger wearing a light gold dress came out of the void and handed the letter from the "judgment" to the "magician".
"Good evening, Miss 'Justice', I hope you are in a good mood." The messenger happily greeted "Justice".
She is a spirit creature with cleanliness, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and loves beauty, and Miss "Justice" perfectly matches her hobbies.
On the contrary, her employer couldn't stand the many shortcomings and could only add workload to herself, which of course, also brought closeness and trust between the two parties.
"Magician" unfolded the letter, took a quick look, and his expression changed slightly:
"The World in the Painting......
"Did Arolds vaguely see the rough situation of the world in the painting with the help of that lucky gold coin and the seal of Mr. Fool on Lumian?
"Some scenes of Market Avenue ......"
After the "magician" whispered, he said to "justice":
"I probably understand what the demon god believers are trying to do, and I also know why they want to take the form of a 'hostel' and what the nature of those 'rooms' is.
"We can't delay any longer, let's do it now, control or clean up 'Ms. Moon', and then go find the world in the painting."
"Justice" nodded:
"Okay."
She immediately smiled and said:
"Trust in our peers, believe in our collaborators."
"Hmm." The "magician" took a step towards the Sacred Heart Monastery, and the corners of the beige skirt fluttered suddenly.
She raised her hands, and one bright star after another appeared around her.
They look distant, but they are densely packed, as if they merge into the night sky of the plateau.
These countless stars shone and shone on the surface of the Sacred Heart Monastery.
The "magician" immediately pulled up the void in front of him with force like a heavy object.
In the violent and silent shaking, the Monastery of the Sacred Heart, with its towering spires, and the earth below it were "thrown" into the deep black void, surrounded by violent hurricanes and cascading darkness.
Almost at the same time, one blazing ray after another of the sun lit up on the connected complex, seemingly creating thousands of miniature suns.
They fend off the dark hurricanes, trying to illuminate the hidden void.
The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" then disappeared in place, appearing in the space that was curved and shrunk around it, as if it were about to form a dark sphere.
The golden retriever dog squatting nearby used "psychological stealth", carefully observing the surrounding situation and making the most focused vigilance.
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The world in the painting, the market avenue.
Yellow skeletons dyed with dark red and rust crawled out of the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Ballroom.
They had a strong breath of death, and exuded a strong smell of rust and blood, which when gathered together, actually created and supported a feeling of madness and violence.
It felt like a substance, and instantly shook the crystal barrier that shrouded the darkness, causing it to first appear a large number of cracks, and then silently collapse and shatter.
Seeing this scene, seeing the woman in a white suspender skirt who was bringing Sanson's family, and seeing multiple "rooms" with similar temperaments to Safali's temperament entering the market avenue, Lumian's mind instantly flashed with some of the words said by the "doll" messenger.
Those old bones!
His heart moved, and while grabbing Jian Na's arm with his left hand, he sank his thoughts into his right palm again.
Those bright red scars were highlighted again, and the extremely violent, extremely crazy, and high-ranking aura jumped up from his body, causing the blue sky and white clouds and the sun to the west to shake obviously.
Even with experience, Saffari and the rest of the "room" were stunned for a moment, trembling uncontrollably.
The two goblins who were outside before looked even more frightened, thinking that a high-ranking person was coming, and the world in the painting was about to collapse.
The yellowed, tattered, and incomplete old bones squeaked and turned their bodies, bowing their heads to Lumian in unison, instinctively attacking the nearest human.
Lumian raised his chin slightly, and pointed his right hand at those "rooms" unusually coldly, pointing at the two elves.
The old bones clad in tattered armor and holding rusty weapons suddenly turned into dangerous balls of fiery white fireballs, blasting towards every real target.
The fairy wearing the blue beret's pupils instantly dilated, and suddenly reached out and pressed into the void.
Her body became illusory again, stained with more emptiness and indifference, as if she had hidden in another world.
Boom!
After the blazing white fireball overlapped with her figure, a powerful explosion occurred directly, but it could not reach the distant fantasy world and hurt the target.
The "painter" wearing red pants had already fallen hard, broke his bones, and still had a bit of dizziness, so he didn't have time to change his state at this time, so he could only consider forcibly shifting his position at the extreme speed obtained at sequence 8, but as soon as his body bounced, he was hit by a blazing white fireball.
Boom!
This "goblin" was blown up to blood, with a hole in his abdomen, internal organs leaking out, his left arm broken, and his body surface was full of signs of severe burns.
He passed out directly, and his life passed quickly.
The blazing white fireball that flew towards Safali and Gabriel suddenly entered a wilderness, separating several hundred meters from the mannequin with a blank and empty expression.
The more it flew, the more powerless it became, and after holding on for one or two hundred meters, it finally fell to the ground and exploded with a bang.
Perhaps the most dangerous woman, wearing a long white suspender skirt, slightly curly black hair, and a beautiful face, as if she had no soul, was collectively targeted by multiple fiery white fireballs and blasted over.
But those dangerous fireballs either bypassed the mannequin's raised palm on their own, or strangely exploded in advance, and some even floated up strangely, flying into mid-air and turning into fireworks.
It's like "Room 7" is destined not to be attacked.
Not far from Safali, there was a woman wearing a bright red dress and a beautiful appearance, her eyes were also empty, and her temperament was quite detached.
At this time, she looked at a blazing white fireball flying like a meteor and did not make any moves.
The blazing white fireball grew darker and smaller, and when it was about to hit its target, it completely stalled and turned back into a yellowed skeleton holding a rusty spear.
The skeleton shook a few times, disintegrated, and the feeling of withering became more and more obvious.
Next to the café diagonally opposite, there was an elegant and plump lady in a black dress, on the one hand, she seemed to have no spirituality of her own, and looked extremely erratic, on the other hand, she showed a longing expression and eyes, opened her mouth towards the flying white fireball, and raised her hands holding silver knives and forks.
With a whoosh, she cut the blazing white fireball in half.
An illusory vortex with fanged phantoms appeared in her mouth, swallowing the small half of the fireball that "dispeled" the danger.
Boom!
Most of the fireballs lost their balance and deviated from the target, shattering the glass of the café and overturning the tables and chairs inside and the exterior wall next to it.
Corresponding to the darkness of the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian saw the old bones turning into blazing fireballs attacking different "rooms" and the two goblins, but he didn't wait for the final result, nor did he take the opportunity to raid, took Jana's arm, kicked his right foot, and slammed into the original location of the Breeze Ballroom, and pounced on the place where the old bones crawled in.
(End of this chapter)