Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

As that crazy and violent aura rushed out of the thin gray mist, the entire No. 6 Baiyi Street seemed to be shaking slightly, as if it was frightened.

In this building, in different rooms, the bodies of those who were already asleep began to tremble unconsciously, falling into a bloody nightmare. Those who were not yet asleep looked around in confusion, as if they had returned to barricades full of guns and cannons. The ringing happened a few years ago.

Diagonally below Franka's apartment, on the bed in a quiet room, the man who had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep suddenly sat up, raised his head with vigilance and fear, and looked at the source of the terrifying aura.

At the same time, in the basement of St. Robles Church, in the office area of ​​the Inquisition in the Market District.

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In other rooms, Imre, Valentine and others also felt the violent aura that seemed to shake the whole of Trier. Some were trembling, and some were pale.

This frightened them more than the disaster of the "Shadow Tree".

But none of them stood still, or rushed out of the room to meet Angoulême, or spread their arms, hurriedly praised the sun, and then rushed towards the church of St. Robles above.

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Deep under the ground in Trier, the hungry bear-like Olson, who was always carrying a small brown suitcase, suddenly turned his ears to listen to the sounds not far away.

There was fighting and shouting coming from there again.

The "supervisor" of the "Iron-Blooded Cross" suddenly became ferocious and crazy in his eyes. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his neck.

There was a slightly invisible thin line that stood out, oozing with fire-colored blood.

Located in the island area in the middle of the Serenzo River, the Church of Saint-Vieve, the "Eternal Sun" church located here, was originally dark. Only the bell tower next to it still had lights. At this moment, this sleeping church Suddenly a bright ray of sunshine lit up.

The sunlight instantly filled the onion-like domes from bottom to top, illuminating every stained glass window.

To the north of Trier, at the core of the cathedral district, the cathedral of the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery" towers with thick iron-black chimneys.

With a rumble, the huge steam engine placed inside the church began to operate, and a large amount of pale white mist sprayed upward through the forest-like chimney, covering the night sky.

Erato District, a small town very close to the Sacred Heart Monastery.

A big golden retriever dog and the lady beside it turned sideways and looked into the distance of the metropolis of Trier.

Inside Red Swan Castle.

Count Puyver, who was already lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He felt that the entire castle became extremely oppressive, and the nightmarish roars and screams came from deep underground again.

At this moment, the extraordinary people in the market area and the powerful people in other parts of Trier were all attracted by the unabashed and extremely public aura of madness.

"Loki" who was hiding in the room diagonally below Franka's apartment had just reacted to the violent and terrifying aura, but before he could recall the "revenge spirit" possessing Lumian, he cautiously asked him to lead him away. As the spirit world fled, he saw that the surrounding darkness instantly became thicker, swallowing up the crimson moonlight, bringing ultimate peace to the area.

He closed his eyes uncontrollably and unconsciously, fell back on the bed, and truly fell asleep.

Lumian's thoughts suddenly returned to normal, and he ignited his own anger, pouring all the accumulated emotions into the red flame.

"go to hell!

He growled low, stepped forward with his left foot with the veins in his eyes prominent, quickly twisted his waist and swung his back, and punched out his right fist with all his strength.

In the rumbling and dull explosion, all the flames on Lumian's body gathered on the surface of his fist, naturally compressing into a blazing white color.

The blazing fireball broke away from Lumian's right fist, followed his preset trajectory, and hit the wall on the side of the apartment.

The sound he just heard came from behind that wall!

Boom!

The wall collapsed, leaving a large hole, revealing a man standing in the hallway.

He has brown hair, brown eyes, and a thin face. He is exactly the marionette that "Loki" used in the evening.

He was the one who spoke just now!

Before Lumian could realize that what he found was not the real "Loki", he saw darkness coming in like a tide, drowning him.

He had initially vented his anger and the resulting flames, and his mood quickly became peaceful. He closed his eyes unconsciously and slowly fell to the ground.

His distorted face began to relax, and his body and soul were soothed.

He no longer has any signs of losing control.

Wearing a black widow-style dress and a veiled bonnet, "Hela" stepped out of the darkness.

She was the closest to the apartment and was searching for traces of the battle between "Loki", Lumian and others. She was undoubtedly the first one to arrive.

She didn't waste any time and made Lumian, Franka, "Loki" and the two secret puppets disappear.

Her figure disappeared, and the rich darkness quickly receded.

Apart from the collapsed walls, no trace was left at the site.

Just two seconds later, the apartment was suddenly illuminated by sunlight.

Underground in Trier, in a deserted mine.

The figures of Lumian, Franka and others were quickly outlined.

They were still sleeping, and only the slightly pale "Hela" remained awake and stood at the side.

The vice-president of the Curly Baboon Research Society's hair is no longer as dry and split as before. It has become quite smooth and dyed the color of night.

She took out a kettle filled with spirits, and after Gulu drank a third of it, he turned his attention to Lumian.

"Hela"'s forehead "split" silently, spurting out dark light, forming an illusory bronze door that cannot be described in detail and is full of ancient meanings.

The door shook, creaked, and cracked a gap. Behind the gap was endless darkness, and there seemed to be countless, densely packed, indescribable eyes hidden in the darkness.

Affected by this illusory door filled with the aura of death, the "resentful soul" attached to Lumian flew out irresistibly.

The next second, he fell to the ground, because "Hela" had raised his right hand and pressed his forehead. The unusually ancient bronze door disappeared, and the blooming light retracted into the crack.

"Hela" then looked at "Loki" who was still sleeping.

The leader of "April Fool's Day" has an ordinary face, which is very similar to those living in White Coat Street, making it impossible to tell him apart.

After "Hela" stared for two seconds, her eyes quickly lost focus.

In "Loki's" dream.

"Hela" wearing black widow-like clothes appeared in front of an ancient castle shrouded in a light gray mist.

The castle door stood open, as silent as the entrance to a tomb.

"Hela" looked up at the dark castle with a large number of spiers and a thin shape, walked into the door, passed through the unclear atrium, and entered the hall where chandeliers with strange shapes and unknown light sources were hung.

There were many guests standing in the hall, each of them had a dull expression and their bodies were motionless, as if they were just wax figures.

Surrounded by dozens or hundreds of "wax figures" is a gray platform with three stone steps. In the middle of the platform is an ancient dark red seat.

At this time, there was a man in his twenties or eighties on the seat.

He wore a silk top hat and a black tuxedo, with dark gray eyes, short brown hair, a high nose bridge, and a slightly raised corner of his mouth, with an obscure smile.

The man pressed the armrests on both sides, relaxed his body and leaned back against the back of the chair.

"Who are you?" His voice echoed throughout the castle, seeming to be asking "Hela".

"Hela" crossed the crowd of suspected wax figures and walked up the steps to the man.

Her cold voice asked without any fluctuation:

"Loki, don't you recognize me?"

"Loki" smiled even more obviously:

"Hela', you did find it after all..."

"Hela" took advantage of the other party's dream state and asked directly:

"Why did you murder the members of the research society?

"Loki" raised his head slightly and laughed:

“Those idiots’ only value 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. It is better to sacrifice yourself in advance to entertain us."

"Hela" was silent for a moment, and the surrounding air became colder and colder. There were vaguely pale, rotten palms trying to poke out from the stone brick floor and surrounding walls.

After a few seconds, she spoke again:

"Why do you want to murder a "Muggle"?"

"Loki" stopped laughing, looked at "Hela", raised the corners of his mouth and said:

"because…….

His expression suddenly changed, and Hela sensed the coming of some kind of danger from the dream.

Because Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun...

The voice of "Loki" quickly became distant, and the entire dream began to collapse driven by the will of "Hela".

The castle disintegrated 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 small living creatures squirming under her pale skin.

Her figure disappeared quickly and was re-outlined, no longer showing the abnormality just now.

And "Loki's" body had collapsed into a puddle of flesh and twisted worms crawling in and out of the flesh.

"Hela" watched quietly and found no extraordinary characteristics precipitating.

In a dark castle shrouded in light mist, in a gloomy room, there was a dark red coffin.

A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin and grasped the edge of the board.

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