Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Klein went all the way up, using the ability of Faceless Man to deceive guards one by one, all the way to the exit of the ruins in the divination prompt.

Passing cautiously through the stone gate, Klein saw a wide open space similar to a hall. The dim sunlight sloping down from the dome proved that this was indeed the exit.

There is an altar in the center of the hall, four hooded figures are kneeling around, and another figure wearing a hood is speaking to a beautiful woman in a hoarse voice:

"I smell something unexpected, let's get started, before it comes."

The woman smiled softly and said in a nightingale-like voice:

"I need you to send me to the East End."

Klein leaned back against the corner of the wall, shrank in the shadows, and asked in a very low voice:

"If I rush out and smash that altar, do you think I can get out alive?"

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

"I……"

Forget the virtue of this reckless scumbag! I'll talk **** with it.

Her figure was blurred, and she could already see a bright and pure brilliance in the infinite distance of a beautiful woman. Suddenly her figure stagnant, she suddenly got out of that strange state, and her figure became clear again in this dark hall.

The 12 eyes looked at the corner not far from Shimen, and Klein walked out helplessly. But his muscles were tense, ready to launch a Jedi charge at the enemy in order to escape through the enemy blockade.

"It's you? Why is it you again!"

Mr. A recognized the person, it was the little reptile who accidentally broke into his residence and escaped strangely.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a small accident."

The beautiful woman only glanced at it, smiled indifferently, and continued:

"Mr. A, please take care of it. I have to get to the East District as soon as possible. If I can't teleport, it will take me a while to pass."

As soon as the voice fell, the woman immediately concealed her figure and disappeared into the hall.

"I sincerely invite you to witness the coming of my Lord."

"You are a lucky man, and you will be gloriously integrated into the body of my Lord."

Mr. A showed an evil, crazy and bloodthirsty smile, and he did not immediately do anything to this little reptile.

His four attendants fell one after another, and a strong spiritual brilliance suddenly lit up on the altar. Along with the phantom layers of weeping and whining, the negative emotions of sadness, despair, pain, depression, and madness gathered together. Waiting for the fuel, the altar was ignited with a bang.

Mr. A waited silently for a while, then suddenly raised his graceful eyebrows.

The collected negative emotions are so different from the expected ones, what is that woman doing!

Klein looked at Mr. A silently facing the altar, his face gloomy.

Klein looked at the altar again. The terrifying aura that kept swallowing negative emotions and growing reminded him of Tingen, Megose, and that light.

So he raised his ordinary revolver and pulled the trigger.

"bang bang bang"

Extraordinary bullets of golden and silver were shot at the dark altar, and they were swallowed silently, like a drop in the bucket, like a man's arm as a car.

Mr. A glanced at Klein indifferently and disdainfully, and without stopping, he faced the altar again. The extreme madness on the verge of destruction and the piety of wanting to dedicate everything to the faith gave Mr. A a kind of eye-catching evil beauty.

"The Creator of all things;"

"..."

A's voice is firm and fearless.

"I am willing to dedicate my body to use it as a container to bear your great will!"

I really hope that everyone can live with anticipation for tomorrow, instead of this, Klein cried weakly in the bottom of his heart.

His sweat-stained palms suddenly touched a cold object. Without thinking about it, Klein pulled it out and threw it towards the altar.

"Fuck it! It's not been an hour since I came back!"

A golden parabola swept across the space filled with depravity and filth, like a grenade with a lead drawn.

"boom!"

The altar that Mr. A has worked so hard for for a long time exploded.

Mr. A and his master were about to explode with anger.

The light and shadow on the altar were constantly twisted, and finally collapsed into a pitch-black mass, as if it had reached the extreme. Suddenly, the huge force of destruction suddenly burst, and the entire rock wall at the bottom of the exit vibrated.

Klein was like a cat that stole a fish and was being chased. A few jumped dexterously around the obstacle and escaped from the ruins below.

Wang Zichuan felt that he had a concussion, and he had just heard the sound of nature that the true creator could make his ears pregnant.

I'm so bored!

Why didn't the dead ghost add a soundproof array when he was refining this broken lamp?

"I'm buried in this ruin today, and I can't get out again, and I won't go looking for the second generation of the dead evil!"

...

Desperate Nightingale quickly rushed to the East District through some preset means.

"Let's start here."

The stunning woman in a white robe raised the corners of her mouth, revealing the most charming smile.

The iron-black mist slowly overflowed from her body and melted into the thick yellow haze little by little.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The loud and eerie sound of a baby crying came from the distant nothingness.

The invisible cages with black grids trapped the Desperate Nightingale in the middle. In an instant, the black shadows cracked open, and countless bloodshot eyeballs were densely packed, all looking at the Desperate Nightingale.

In midair, a tall woman sat on a seat woven with pea vines, calmly looking at the desperate nightingale.

"Mysterious Queen!"

Black flames suddenly rose, coiling around the holy robe, resisting the power to freeze the soul.

"Why are you here?"

"The matter of Backlund can't stop the king above the sea."

Bernadette didn't have any intention to answer. An ancient spear with dark red blood all over his body, exuding a strong aura of destruction, condensed out.

As soon as the spear took shape, it "swish" and shot at the desperate nightingale in the cage.

With unparalleled intention of destruction, the spear pierced the body of the white-robed woman at once.

"Crash!" The white-robed woman was shattered to pieces, and fragments of the mirror scattered all over the floor.

Desperate Nightingale took the opportunity to get out of the cage, her pupils flashed silvery white, and a light blue crystal ice spear formed in an instant, and without hesitation threw it towards Bernadette in mid-air.

Where the spear passed, the hoarfrost condensed, freezing the world, and swaying the extreme chill. Layers of solid ice condensed, and Bernadette and her pea vines were frozen in crystal.

Bernadette and the solid ice suddenly shattered into stardust, and the figure condensed on the other side.

Desperate Nightingale took advantage of the gap between the attacks to hide her figure. She did not intend to continue fighting with the Queen of Mysteries, she just wanted to leave quickly.

Whether it is to continue to spread the disease or to escape from Beckland as soon as possible, it is the top priority. The new cardinal of the Church of the Storms may have been attacked by the wind.

The low-pitched horn sounded suddenly, and the surrounding space was violently turbulent under the superimposition of the sound waves of destruction. The Desperate Nightingale who was in it felt that her body was also shaking, and there was a tendency for it to shatter into powder at any time.

Another mirror shattered, and the figure of the Despairing Nightingale appeared at the end of the alley. Just as she was about to shoot black flames, igniting the surrounding houses and diseases, to stop the Queen of Mysteries, a band of pockets suddenly appeared beside her. A classical robe with a cap, black hair and black pupils, a young woman with a beautiful and sluggish face.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

Shen Changqing was walking on the road, and when he met someone he knew, he would say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who.

Everyone's face has no superfluous expressions, as if they are very indifferent to everything.

to this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Ministry of Suppression, it is an organization that maintains the stability of Daqin~www.NovelMTL.com~ The main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

It can be said.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone had a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The town magic department is very big.

Those who can stay in the Town Demon Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two occupations, one is the guardian envoy and the other is the demon slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts from the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then he was promoted step by step, and finally he was expected to become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest-ranked slayer.

Has the memory of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Town Demon Division.

It didn't take too long, Shen Changqing stopped in front of an attic.

Different from other places full of chills in the Demon Suppression Division, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different tranquility in the **** Suppression Demon Division.

At this time, the door to the attic was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing just hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.

Enter the attic.

Circumstances have changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with a faint smell of blood rushed towards his face, causing his brows to instinctively wrinkle, but it quickly relaxed.

There is almost no way to clean the **** smell of everyone in Zhen Mosi.