Chapter 531: Wronged Souls
Watching the paper figurine incarnation merge into the shadows in the distance, the prophet's clone turned around and walked back to the desk against the wall. He rummaged through the drawer to find the candles and essential oils needed for the ceremony, and skillfully set up the ceremony to pray for the blessing.
As soon as the ceremony was completed, Klein responded above the gray fog, sending out a stack of cut paper figurines, a dark copper lantern, a scroll that looked like a child's scribbles, and a golden metal Rubik's Cube.
With the appearance of these things, the temperature in the room rose rapidly, directly from early spring to the hot summer.
The dim light of the gas wall lamp also became brighter, more like a bright yellow stove, emitting light and heat.
The prophet's clone lowered his head to feel the temperature in the room, and the sun's breath that was still emanating, and whispered:
"This container won't last too long. The characteristics of the 'Light Chaser' are really troublesome to keep."
As he spoke, he summoned an invisible hand to pick up the metal Rubik's Cube on the ground.
The moment he got it, it was like holding a burning flame in his hand. The skin on his palm quickly dried, turned red, and gradually showed signs of scorching.
Enduring the scorching heat in his hand, the pale blue light in the eyes of the prophet's clone continued to flow. The tiny brass lights around him moved quickly, outlining strange symbols in the air, and gradually merged into the metal Rubik's Cube in his hand that was glowing with pale golden light.
The temperature of the Rubik's Cube gradually dropped, and the many symbolic symbols and magic signs engraved on the surface that reflected the golden sunlight also quickly dimmed, from golden to bronze with a little rust.
After putting the Rubik's Cube into his coat pocket, he bent down and picked up the doodled scroll on the ground. He looked at Klein, who had already left the gray fog, and said,
"You can start running. I just used paper figures to lure away a few people who were approaching, but they will react soon."
"Let your secret puppet hold this lantern. It is essentially a corpse, so it can avoid the influence of negative effects. As long as it is within the range of the light, you should be able to distort or confuse the target of attack through the connection between you and the secret puppet."
"Okay." Klein did not refuse. After nodding, he directly asked his secret puppet Gilchies to pick up the dark copper lantern and the stack of cut paper figures on the ground.
He quickly cleaned up the room and wiped off the traces he left behind. Then he pulled out a paper figure from the inside of his coat and shook it away.
Naturally, it quickly ignited in the air and turned into a smear of ash, which was blown out of the half-open window in the wind of spirituality.
These paper figures that he placed above the gray fog and were soaked in the breath there would have a better anti-divination effect.
After doing all this, he nodded gently to the prophet's clone who was leaning against the wall and twisting a rolled scroll in his hand, and said,
"Where is it safer for me to run now?"
"Inside the city, near the church." The prophet's clone nodded gently.
As he spoke, he turned around and pressed his right hand on the wall. The light blue light swayed like water under his palm, spreading outward continuously, and in an instant, it formed an illusory light blue "door".
Pointing at the "door" opened from the wall, he chuckled and said,
"Good luck to you. I will catch up with you after you escape from the city."
Klein nodded gently, without asking him what he was going to do here, and took his secret doll directly through the "door" on the wall and left the hotel.
Watching Klein leave, the prophet's clone sat back at the small round table by the window, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the spiritual wall covering the hotel room disappeared instantly.
Then he took out several folded paper figures from his coat pocket and threw them out of the window casually.
With a sudden gust of wind, these pale yellow paper figures were carried to various locations on the street.
After doing all this, he unfolded the scroll that looked like a child's random scribble on the table.
He gently rubbed his fingers, creating bits of brass-colored light that fell on the scroll. The chaotically distributed colors on it seemed to suddenly come alive and began to flow slowly on the drawing paper.
Woo~
A cold wind suddenly blew in the quiet room. Under the dim light of the gas wall lamp, a figure suddenly appeared in the full-length mirror standing in the corner.
His figure was illusory and erratic, like a ghost without substance, easily detached from the mirror and appeared in the hotel room.
He wore a black tuxedo, with deep eye sockets and a frighteningly pale face. He looked to be in his thirties. His light brown hair was parted and meticulously groomed. His eyes were dark and green, with an irrepressible madness.
He looked down at the strange little man in his hand, then glanced around the room with a puzzled look, not paying any attention to the figure sitting at the round table.
The prophet's clone sat on the wooden chair in a leisurely posture. He spoke in a calm voice, more like a warning:
"A 'ghost'?"
"Do you know that it is impolite to break into someone else's room casually?"
Hearing his words, the other party finally set his eyes on him, with undisguised malice surging in his eyes, and spoke in a low voice:
"Are you the only one in this room?"
"Of course not, there is also a lost extraordinary characteristic." The prophet's clone chuckled and said.
The light blue brilliance in his eyes flowed, outlining one strange symbol after another in his pupils, appearing cold and rational. The emotions and desires in his heart were also suppressed to the extreme at this moment, and the whole person entered a state of absolute rationality.
At the same time, the figure of the resentful spirit that suddenly broke in became transparent and illusory. With him as the center, a cold wind blew from nowhere in the room. White frost stained with the breath of death quickly covered the entire room, and beautiful and dreamy snowflakes floated in the air.
The sudden drop in temperature made people's hair stand on end, and they trembled uncontrollably.
The next moment, the frost and snowflakes in the room disappeared and turned into a pool of colorful paint dripping on the ground.
"Hehe, if you can't call a demigod to save you immediately, then I will accept the 'resentful spirit' characteristic in you." The prophet's clone leaned back against the chair, and gray-white three-dimensional symbols floated in his eyes, making his voice very contagious. He would be irritated and impulsive unconsciously.
As if aroused by anger, the "ghost" on the opposite side suddenly took a step forward, and his body became completely transparent and disappeared.
The next moment, a figure wearing a black tuxedo, with deep eye sockets and a frighteningly pale face suddenly appeared in the two pupils of the prophet's clone.
His body was stiff to a certain extent at this time, as if he was suddenly thrown into an extremely cold ice cube, and his body could not make effective movements.
This state did not last too long. He gently rubbed his fingers twice, creating a little bit of bright yellow light, which scattered on himself.
The next moment, his body became thinner and brittle, turning into a crudely cut light yellow paper man, and spontaneously ignited a golden flame filled with the breath of the sun.
In the golden flame, a transparent and illusory figure suddenly emerged. His body was burned and melted like a candle, dripping drops of transparent liquid onto the ground.
The intense burning sensation made him scream, his voice was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the eardrums and hurt the spirit.
The brilliance in the eyes of the prophet's clone who appeared in the corner of the room suddenly deepened. In front of him, the copper-colored glimmers intersected and wandered, outlining a pattern similar to a scale, exuding a majesty that made people feel terrified and wanted to crawl.
At the same time, his voice was filled with an indescribable sense of majesty and said:
"The screams of the wronged souls are forbidden here!"
The screams that just echoed in the room suddenly disappeared, as if they were transferred to another dimension, and there was no sound in the room.
The "wronged soul" who was painfully burned in the golden "fire of light" still made the action of opening his mouth to scream, but could not make any sound.
The prophet's clone stood calmly in place, and continued to chant in a very majestic voice:
"The ghost of the wronged soul is forbidden here!"
In the center of the room, the "wronged soul" with a translucent white frost on his body suddenly stopped moving. His aura became weak and continued to decline. His pale and illusory figure became more transparent, as if he would disappear at any time.
The prophet's clone stared at the other party closely, leaned forward, clenched his right fist, and swung his arm, chanting in a low voice in the dragon language:
"Death!"
A residual image rushed out of his body as he swung his fist, like an executioner who was carrying out death, and crashed into the "wronged soul" in the center of the room with an irresistible and unavoidable posture.
The "wronged soul" with a weak aura had not yet reacted, and the residual image waving his fist had already hit him.
The transparent and illusory "wronged soul" body cracked inch by inch from the heart, breaking into pieces of red phosphorus composed of crimson moonlight.
At the same time, a crimson moonlight appeared at the window of the room and quickly reconstructed the body of the "wronged soul".
The prophet's clone kept moving his hands, and dots of bright yellow light gathered in his hands, blooming into clear sunlight, and gradually condensed into the shape of a spear.
Puff!
The next moment, the hotel room was pierced from the outside like a piece of drawing paper. A pair of brown and dark, wide hands full of ravines reached in from the outside, grabbed the shoulders of the "ghost" and dragged him out.
"No wonder he dared to be so arrogant, it turns out that there is really a demigod following behind!" The prophet's clone sighed as if he had no idea.
The ceiling, walls, and floor of the hotel room all began to melt, and colorful and rich paint flowed everywhere, spontaneously converging on the small round table by the window, forming a picture scroll that looked like graffiti.
As the paint melted, the overlapping space in the hotel room returned to normal.
The "ghost" who was dragged out of the "room" by the suddenly appearing hands just now appeared in front of the prophet's clone together with the owner of the hands.
He was an old man with a dark brown complexion. The wrinkles on his face formed deep gullies. His white hair was as sparse as autumn leaves. He seemed to have lived for many years, and his whole body was filled with the smell of decay.
The prophet's clone looked at the demigod in front of him calmly, and the light accumulated in his right hand became brighter.
He chuckled at the two people who were waiting in front of him seriously and said,
"Rose School? This is Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Islands. Aren't you being too presumptuous?"
"On the sea, the 'Silent Disciple' cannot beat the 'Sea King' under the same sequence."
As he spoke, he squeezed his right hand hard.
Crash! With a crisp shattering sound, the spear that had just condensed in his hand was instantly decomposed into a piece of blazing pure sunlight.
This light spread out layer by layer like a tide, dyeing the surroundings with a layer of gold, illuminating every corner around, purifying all filth, darkness and corruption, leaving no trace of darkness, no shadow.
As soon as this light appeared, a sizzling sound rang in the air.
The two Rose School members who didn't have time to escape from the light's coverage immediately had wisps of green smoke coming out of their bodies at the same time.
The light came and went quickly, and it only lasted for a second or two before the surroundings returned to the quiet and cold night.
Woo~
In the air, the wind suddenly became fierce, and a figure swept by the wind rushed from a distance.
The "ghost" who had turned back into flesh and blood looked at the old man beside him with a somewhat uneasy look, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Master Jax" Chapter 532: Chase and Escape
The Rose School Saint known as Jax looked up at the direction of the wind and said in a flat voice:
"He can't run away. Sylnis is waiting for him outside the city with the 'Blood Pirates'."
"You lead the school members in the city to chase him. If he has helpers, drag them and drive them out of the city. If not, just do it directly." "
The 'Mother Tree' will guide us. He can't escape."
When mentioning the "Mother Tree", Jax's expression and tone became extremely pious, as if he would crawl on the ground at any time, reciting the honorific name of the "Mother Tree" and kissing the ground.
"Yes, Master Jax." The "ghost" with an excessively pale face bowed slightly, and while bending down, he did not forget to take a look at the strange little man in his hand. He
tightened his right hand, and his body quickly became transparent and erratic, and directly "mirror flashed" through the glass windows of nearby houses, quickly passing through the mirror world and rushing towards the church in the city.
Boom! Boom!
Several thick silver-white lightning bolts suddenly jumped out of the clouds, fell from the sky, and exploded where Jax was standing.
After a burst of smoke and dust, only a charred deep pit and scattered electric currents were left on the street.
Jax's figure emerged on the roof beside him. His eyes were a little dark green, and he looked up at the sky with uncontrollable cruelty and bloodthirstiness.
The dark clouds in the sky rolled and surged, pressing down continuously. Silver-white lightning shuttled through the clouds, making a rumbling sound, which seemed extremely oppressive.
Several pale yellow paper figures were swept into the air by the wind. Under the silver-white electric light, the paper figures quickly ignited. The pale golden flames outlined strange symbols in the air, and were quickly shattered by the silver-white electric snakes.
On the second floor of a hotel at the end of the street, the prophet's clone stood by the window of the stairwell, quietly looking at the scene outside.
Looking at the pale golden flames that kept rising in the air and the silver-white lightning that struck around, he sighed and said:
"'Sea King' has also learned to be cautious, not giving me any chance at all."
While sighing, the pale blue light in his eyes flowed, as if reflecting a bright starry river.
In the twinkling starlight, his body became transparent, like a statue made up of countless starlight.
The statue shattered, and the bright starlight surged, passing through the gaps in the surrounding floors and walls, and surging away from this street.
On the roof in the distance, Jax, who was caught in the swirling wind, looked over here with a deep gaze. His body suddenly became transparent and erratic, like a completely insubstantial shadow, shuttling between the leaves, papers, and tiles that were blown up by the wind. The
lightning that kept striking around him had no effect on him at all. Every time he was about to be struck, he could avoid it just right.
The pursuit between the two sides gradually moved away from this street and this city.
In the fountain square outside the Sea Wave Church, clergymen in dark blue robes walked from time to time. Since Amon stole the Sea Wave Church last time, more and more extraordinary people from the Storm Church have been stationed in the church.
On the street at the edge of the square, in the shadows where the gas street lamps could not reach, Klein moved forward at a moderate pace. From time to time, he looked up and paid attention to the Storm Church's Punishers patrolling around, making sure that he could attract the attention of the Punishers as soon as he encountered danger.
I feel a little excited for no reason. With my identity, whether I fall into the hands of the Rose School or the Storm Church, I will not have a good end. I hope that when they fight, I can get away smoothly. While sighing in his heart, he raised his hand and lowered the brim of the half-high silk hat on his head.
Behind him, the secret puppet Gilchiais, holding a dark copper lantern in one hand and a stick-like object wrapped in black cloth in the other, walked hurriedly on the street, acting like a sailor who was in a hurry to rush to the Red Theater.
In a corner where no one noticed, Klein slowed down his pace. He was about to leave the scope of the fountain square.
Why hasn't anyone attacked me yet? I'm almost out of the fountain square. You can't let me turn back, right? By then, it won't be the Rose School chasing me, but the Storm Church's Punishers who will arrest suspicious people.
When he was about to turn into the next street, Klein suddenly stopped. He suddenly felt a sense of crisis that he couldn't find the source of. Sure
enough, the people of the Rose School had already discovered me. They were waiting for me to leave the sight of the Punishers who were patrolling the fountain square.
Taking a deep breath to calm his nervous breathing, Klein turned around and looked like he was ready to return to the fountain square.
As soon as he raised his foot, he suddenly stopped and stood still.
In his brown eyes, each reflected a male figure wearing a black tuxedo, with deep eye sockets, pale face, light brown hair parted and meticulously groomed, who looked to be in his thirties.
The next moment, the figure reflected in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in the pupils of the secret doll Gilchiais who was following him not far behind.
At the moment of being possessed by the "ghost", he controlled the secret doll and used the power of the dark copper lantern to twist the possessed target into his own secret doll.
Then, he opened his own spiritual line vision, and he saw that his secret doll Gilchiais had some spiritual lines that did not belong to him.
It was indeed the "ghost". Fortunately, he had resisted the urge to observe the surroundings through the spiritual lines before, and did not alert the enemy. The spiritual intuition of the "ghost" can easily sense this kind of gaze. Miss Sharon had shown this special before.
As his thoughts turned, he had tried to manipulate the spiritual lines of these secret dolls that did not belong to him, and at the same time amplified the effect of his own spiritual lines through the dark copper lantern. On the body of the secret doll Gilchias, a transparent and illusory face loomed, with a numb and ferocious expression.
The amplified spirit line was a bit scary. In less than a second, it entered the initial control stage. I felt that as long as I persisted for a minute, this "wronged soul" would be transformed into my new secret doll. Unfortunately, I already have a secret doll. With my current progress in digesting the potion, I am far from being able to control two secret dolls at the same time.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of cutting through the air suddenly sounded from behind him. Klein directly gave up controlling the spirit line of the "wronged soul" possessed by the secret doll Gilchias. He fell forward sideways, rolled on the ground twice, and quickly stood up.
Several white ice crystal arrows flew past his hair and sank into the chest of the secret doll Gilchias, instantly condensing a layer of frost.
Taking advantage of this gap, the "wronged soul" possessed by Gilchias quickly broke away.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several more ice crystal arrows came from the darkness in the distance.
Klein was busy rolling on the ground to dodge while manipulating his secret puppet to launch a counterattack.
"Die!" A word of demon language full of filth and depravity from the abyss came out of the secret puppet. Before the
"ghost" that had just broken free from the secret puppet could make its body completely transparent and disappear, his movements suddenly stagnated. His heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, stained with mottled red rust, his breath instantly withered, and he coughed out a few sparks from his mouth.
The next moment, Gilchies' body suddenly swelled, and the goat horns on his head bent and stretched out, covered with countless mysterious patterns. Behind him, a pair of giant wings like bat wings spread out, wrapped in red and light blue flames, emitting a strong smell of sulfur. The
two curved demon horns on his head burned with colorful and illusory flames, like various desires and emotions gathered, and an invisible wave hit the "ghost" in front of him.
The emotions of despair and fear spread and climbed in the heart of this "ghost" uncontrollably, making it difficult for him to think for a while.
"Die!"
Another word of demonic language full of filth and depravity, accompanied by the flame of the lantern in his hand suddenly shaking.
Bang! Bang!
Even the "ghost" who was highly resistant to filth and curse damage, his pupils contracted at this moment, and blood rushed to his brain frantically, as if to squeeze his head to burst.
The amplified filthy words made his heart unable to bear the damage, and it burned with a sulfurous flame, turning into ashes bit by bit, and the pungent smell of sulfur filled his mouth and nose.
It is worthy of being a magical item at the demigod level. It solved a "ghost" so easily. I feel that even if I encounter a demigod head-on, I am not completely defenseless. Klein sighed in his heart while approaching the body of the "ghost".
There is still room for the creeping hunger. He is ready to herd the soul of this "ghost". Facing the pursuit from the Rose School, the ability of the "ghost" seems very useful.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the darkness, several white ice crystal arrows shot out again, and at the same time, two figures rushed out one after the other.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Klein opened his mouth slightly, simulating the sound of a cannonball being fired.
The air in front of him was instantly compressed into air cannonballs, intercepting the ice crystal arrows attacking from the air.
Then he quickly walked to the body of the "wronged soul". The glove on his right hand squirmed, and a scarlet mouth full of fangs grew out from the palm of his hand, and began to devour the flesh and blood on the ground.
While letting the squirming hunger devour the flesh and blood, he distractedly manipulated the secret puppet Gilchiais to block the surrounding enemies.
The red magma and the light blue flames intertwined into exaggerated pillar-like shackles, sealing the surroundings tightly, and no matter how the people outside attacked the wooden barrel, they could not shake it at all.
Just when the "ghost" had eaten half of his body, there was a sudden sound of fierce wind around him. Thick silver-white lightning fell from the air, covering the flame barrier created by the secret doll Gilchias and the members of the Rose School who were attacking the barrier outside.
"How did the Punisher come so quickly?" Klein sighed, while reaching out to pick up the remaining half of the body on the ground and began to run away.
The secret doll Gilchias followed him diligently, wielding an exaggerated giant sword composed of red magma and light blue flames, intercepting all the wind blades and lightning attacking him.
A Punisher with dark blue hair suddenly opened his palm forward, and the surrounding wind became sticky under his influence, turning into invisible ropes, hindering and restraining the progress of Klein and others.
This effect only lasted for a moment, and the dark copper lantern held by the secret doll Gilchias shook.
The invisible wind around them became chaotic, forming an area without any obstacles around them.
At the same time, the distance measurement standards around him became chaotic. He and the secret puppet Gilchies could run dozens of meters with each step. They soon left the street and left the Storm Church's Punisher behind.
Klein ran forward quickly, moving his position from time to time to avoid the wind blades attacking from the air behind him.
Above his head, dark clouds pressed down layer by layer, and silver-white electric snakes moved in the clouds, as if brewing a fatal blow. Chapter 533: The Divided Battlefield
During the escape, Klein's clothes suddenly came alive. His belt, shirt, coat, and pants were tightened, wrapping around him like a zongzi, with extremely terrifying force, as if it was a hug from a giant bear.
He paused in his forward steps, lost his balance, and fell to the ground uncontrollably. At the same time, several translucent ice crystal arrows with a gloomy green condensed in front of him, carrying a strong breath of death, attacking his heart.
The secret puppet Gilchiais stretched out his right hand, and a light blue flame ignited in his palm, turning into a huge cage, freezing the gloomy green ice crystal arrows in mid-air.
As the ice crystal arrows shattered, the ignited light blue flame also turned into a transparent ice sculpture, emitting a chilling chill.
Klein, who was bound by his clothes, tried to rub his fingers, trying to ignite the paper man in the inner pocket of his clothes to create a little fire so that he could jump with fire.
His hem moved very cleverly, and then wrapped his hands tightly, making him unable to move.
The leaves, newspapers and other objects that were blown into the air suddenly changed direction and shot towards him.
When they were about to hit him, these leaves, newspapers and other objects changed direction again, violating the laws of physics, and sank into the trunk of the roadside tree next to him. The tree trunk,
which was originally as thick as an adult's waist, was instantly turned into a hornet's nest.
A light yellow paper figure painted with various symbols and magic signs suddenly appeared, and flew here with a sudden gust of wind, landing next to Klein.
As soon as it touched the ground, the paper figure instantly began to self-ignite, bursting out a bright light of pale gold, outlining strange symbols that symbolize light and the sun.
The next moment, a magnificent and pure blazing light column fell from the sky, enveloping the surroundings, exuding the majestic and diffuse breath of the sun.
The clothes that tightly bound Klein suddenly loosened, and a transparent, illusory body floated out in the air not far from him.
He looked extremely old, with deep wrinkles on his face and sparse white hair like autumn leaves. He was the Saint of the Rose School, Jax.
Under the blazing sun, his illusory, erratic body was faintly melting.
Not far away, Gilchies, who was in a demonic posture, was also sizzling in the blazing sun, with dark blue smoke rising from his body. The
blazing sun came and went quickly, and the prophet's clone, with a majestic and oppressive figure, appeared at the place where the paper man had just caught fire.
In front of him, a little bit of brass light was moving quickly, outlining a pattern similar to a scale.
He recited the ancient Hermetic language in a voice with an indescribable sense of majesty:
"No ghosts or phantoms are allowed here!"
"No floating in the air!"
"No cursing here!"
As his words fell, the aura of the transparent and illusory figure floating in the air quickly dropped, and his body became heavy and could no longer float in the air.
Without giving him a chance to react, the prophet's clone continued to simulate the law spell:
"Exile!"
An invisible and powerful force suddenly erupted, blowing Jax, who was still in the shadow state, away.
"Exile!" "Exile!"
The prophet's clone simulated the spell ability of "Exile" several times in a row, pushing Jax to the whistling wind on the other side of the street.
After doing all this, he turned his head to look at Klein who had just gotten up from the ground and said,
"You can call Miss Messenger over. I am certain that I can kill the saint of the Rose School."
"But you may need to face some dangers alone. The people of the 'Blood Pirates' are waiting for you outside the city. Their captain is likely to be a 'Witch King' from the 'Moon' path."
"I need to face a 'Witch King' alone, and a whole pirate group under her. Are you sure this is not asking me to give myself up?" Klein's mouth twitched slightly.
He was not familiar with this newly appeared pirate king. He only knew that she was sent by the Rose School to take over the 'Blood Pirates' and the 'Tree of Flesh and Blood', and called herself the 'Crimson Queen'.
The prophet's clone nodded gently and said,
"You have to believe in your own strength. Besides, Miss Messenger and I are two against one, so we have enough energy to take care of you."
Klein sighed softly, took out the harmonica used to summon Miss Messenger, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard.
The messenger lady, wearing a complicated, gorgeous, yet dark and gloomy black dress and holding an identical person with blonde hair and red eyes, appeared here silently.
"The saint of the Rose School who appeared here is Jacks. Does he have what you need?"
The four heads held by Renette Tinicole looked at the other side of the street at the same time and said one by one:
"Together." "Kill." "Him"
The prophet's clone nodded in understanding. He turned back to signal Klein that he could leave first, and said:
"Of course, but Sua may arrive at any time. We need a chance to kill him with one blow."
The head in Renette Tinicole's hand that had not been able to speak just now said first:
"Okay."
After reaching a consensus with the messenger lady, the prophet's clone immediately raised his hand to create a few light blue dots, and drew a mysterious symbol representing secrecy in front of him, and whispered in ancient Hermes:
"Secrecy!"
The starry night with a sense of tranquility suddenly appeared, covering him and the messenger lady, covering up the traces and breath of their existence.
On the other side of the street, the howling wind in the air suddenly calmed down a lot, and the gloomy and dark environment became brighter, as if it was about to enter dawn.
A golden, translucent rain fell from the sky, bringing a sacred, warm feeling. The raindrops fell on the members of the Rose School and instantly became scorching hot, burning spots of black marks on their skin and sending up bursts of black smoke.
"Hmph!"
Jax, who was bound in mid-air by the invisible and powerful wind, snorted coldly. His voice was hoarse and low, with an obvious malicious and cursed breath that was difficult to conceal.
The wind that had turned into an invisible restraint suddenly became fierce, and the temperature around them dropped instantly. The raindrops in mid-air condensed into tiny ice crystals, and moved forward with the suddenly fierce wind.
The howling hurricane subsided in the next moment, and in just one or two breaths, only a breeze that gently caressed their faces remained.
Silver-white electric snakes flowed in the dark clouds in mid-air, as if they would fall at any time.
At the same time, an extremely majestic spirit with a strong sense of anger "scanned" the entire Bayam in a very short time, including the prophet's clone and the messenger lady who were in a hidden state. They all clearly felt that the gaze "scanned" them.
The silver-white in the eyes of the prophet's clone quickly appeared and disappeared. After a pause, he said:
"The people of the Storm Church used the sealed object. It feels a bit like the items of the 'Black Emperor' or 'Judge' path."
"Let's stay away from Bayam City first. There is no need to confront the Storm Church head-on."
The four heads in Renette Tinicole's hand looked around carefully, and then one of the heads said:
"Okay."
As soon as the voice fell, Renette Tinicole's figure holding four golden-haired, red-eyed heads quickly retreated. At the place where she had just stood, a silver rapier pierced through the secrets and sank into the ground.
The silver-white tide suddenly burst out, and the "secrets" around were strangely melted. The space also distorted at this moment. People and objects with extraordinary powers were uncontrollably separated from the real world, forming two dimensions that overlapped each other but did not interfere with each other.
The sharp silver-white fine rays divided the surroundings into grids similar to a chessboard, just like dividing a battlefield.
A silver-white transparent barrier stood between the prophet's clone and Renette Tinicole. The two looked at each other, and the head held by Renette Tinicole suddenly opened its mouth and exhaled. A
whistling sound of wind blew, and a cold wind mixed with death and cold breath blew past, blowing on the silver-white transparent barrier in front, and disappeared without causing any reaction.
The prophet's clone took two steps forward, raised his hand and pressed on the silver-white transparent barrier, just like touching a solid wall of air. No matter how hard he tried, his arm could not move forward even one centimeter.
He turned his wrist slightly, and dots of light blue light spread out like ripples, circle after circle, but the "door" that should have taken shape never appeared.
Retracting his arm, he explained calmly:
"This wall seems to be an unrealistic thing, and it is impossible to connect the two sides of the space by 'opening the door'."
After a pause, he added:
"Can you directly leave here and return to the spirit world?"
A head held by Renette Tinicole suddenly flew out of her hand, and quickly became illusory and transparent, and then quickly flew back, as if it had hit something.
The other three heads in her hand looked around and said one by one:
"No." "The spirit world is" "sealed"
The prophet's clone lowered his head thoughtfully and sighed in a deep voice:
"It can seal the connection between the spirit world and reality. Perhaps the seal held by the Storm Church has also integrated the high-level characteristics of the 'door' path."
The head of Renette Tinicole that had not spoken just now quickly spoke:
"It's possible."
As soon as the voice fell, many chessboard-like squares divided by silver-white fine rays began to change. They either kept exchanging positions or merged with each other.
She suddenly turned her body sideways, and the four heads and eight eyes stared at the side and front and said:
"Jex" was "thrown" over
. The prophet's clone did not answer her words. He had been moved to another place with the squares on the chessboard.
The four heads held by Renette Tinicole looked around for a while, but could not find the other party's figure in the constantly changing space.
Boom!
A thick silver-white lightning suddenly fell. Renette Tinicole had a premonition in advance and moved her position a second before the lightning struck.
Where she was standing just now, there was a charred pit on the ground, and there were still tiny silver-white electric snakes moving around.
The lightning just now was like a signal. The layers of dark clouds in the sky kept flashing with lightning, making a rumbling sound.
Boom! Boom!
One after another, silver-white electric snakes jumped out, carrying a strong and violent destructive aura that seemed to be real, and densely struck the surroundings, completely covering the chessboard space where Renette Tinicole and Jax were in the Thunder Forest.
The brutal and fierce attacks were densely packed, regardless of friend or foe, and forcefully destroyed everything that was covered.
On the other side, an old man with gray hair, a black soft hat, and extremely serious silver eyes suddenly appeared in front of the prophet's clone.
He was wearing a black robe embroidered with a storm symbol, and on his right hand was a black glove embroidered with an eye pattern composed of many symbolic symbols and magic signs.
Under the strong wind, his robe kept fluttering up and down, and there were silver-white flickers in his blue eyes. Lightning was wrapped around his body, and heavy dark clouds spontaneously gathered in the sky.
"Heretics who blasphemed the storm!" The old man in the sky said in a hoarse voice, almost in a low roar, and the silver-white electric light in his eyes became two points stronger.
The prophet's clone quickly recognized his identity, pulled the corner of his mouth, chuckled and said:
"'Singer of God' Ace Snake, the former Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese of the Storm Church, you were sent to Bayam? Are you replacing the previous Bishop Chogori?" Chapter 534 Melee
Klein, who was running wildly on the street with the secret puppet Gilchias, was also divided by the chessboard composed of silver and white fine rays.
He looked around in a daze, and manipulated the secret puppet Gilchias to raise the dark copper lantern in his hand, trying to distort the surrounding space so that he could get rid of this strange influence.
In the dim lantern, the dim flame flickered a few times and then stopped, and the surrounding environment did not change at all.
"No? This should be a powerful seal mastered by the Storm Church, and the effect is somewhat restrained by the ability of the 'Black Emperor' path."
After muttering to himself, Klein walked to the shadow on the side at a fast pace. The secret puppet Gilchias followed behind him, and the dim lantern light quickly illuminated the shadow.
This magical item is a bit too high-profile. With Gilchias, I have no way to hide myself. After hesitating for a moment, Klein decided to give up the idea of hiding himself.
With the two magical items carried by the secret puppet Gilchiais, my safety can be guaranteed as long as my spiritual power is not exhausted or I don't face a demigod head-on.
While he was struggling, a team of Substitute Punishers suddenly appeared in the separated chessboard space where he was, as well as several Beyonders with dazed eyes and wearing only a simple lining. Two of them were hugging each other naked, as if they were sleeping in a warm bed the last second. They were Beyonders who had been nearby and were affected by the Storm Church's seal.
All eyes in the audience subconsciously focused on the two naked people. Feeling the gazes around them, the two who had not yet recovered stared blankly at the people around them for a while, and then hurriedly reached out to their key parts.
Everyone is an adult, and it's late at night, so it's understandable. Klein nodded in his heart and turned his eyes away.
Wait, there doesn't seem to be a place like the Red Theater nearby, and the way they just appeared seems to be hugging each other. So, they are not companions who went to the Red Theater together, but bedmates on the same bed. The pirates and sailors on the sea are having a lot of fun!
The other Beyonders and the Storm Church's Mandated Punishers who were involved in the incident obviously thought of this problem, and they looked back again after having moved their eyes away.
As if he couldn't stand being looked at by a group of strangers with teasing and curious eyes, the middle-aged man who was stronger among the two naked people and looked to be in his thirties glared at the people around him and shouted loudly:
"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man as strong as me?"
His dark green hair was scattered like seaweed, his wheat-colored skin was a little red, and his muscles were particularly tight due to anger and shame, like a beast that could suddenly attack and hurt people at any time.
When he was angry, his physical strength seemed to increase to a certain extent. Is this the "angry people" of the "sailor" path?
Krahn looked at him a little more uncertainly.
Next to the middle-aged man, another man who looked much younger suddenly moved his body, blocking Klein's sight and glaring at him.
Uh, did he misunderstand me? Should I explain that I have no interest in his bed partner? Never mind, that might seem even more provocative. As the thought floated in his mind, Klein cast his gaze towards the team of Punishers across the street.
If possible, he was not very willing to clash with the Punishers of the Church of the Storm. It didn't matter if the vest of Gehrman Sparrow was wanted, but it would be troublesome if his true identity was revealed.
In his sight, the leading Punisher in the distance took out a dark black thing that looked like a heart, and the sound of bagpipes suddenly rang around.
This sound was filled with a sense of peace and tranquility, and it echoed in his ears. Klein instantly felt that his emotions became indifferent, and his whole body began to move towards a state of calmness without desire.
Before everyone present could fully react, a layer of quiet darkness enveloped them, and pure light flickered in the darkness, like a night dotted with stars.
Klein was distracted for a moment, but soon came to his senses. He looked at the streets around him, which had not changed at all, but he was conscious enough to know that he was dreaming.
Fortunately, I could stay awake in my dreams, otherwise I would probably be in the basement of the Church of the Waves when I woke up. As his thoughts floated, he snapped his fingers, and his clothes instantly ignited, and the flames engulfed his body.
On the other side, Renette Tinicole and Jax, who could not enter the spirit world to hide, moved around in the lightning storm, chasing each other.
The messenger lady's complicated and gorgeous black court dress showed many signs of damage. The four heads she was holding in her hands were all gone. She spread her hands upwards, and layers of thick ice crystals appeared around her, constantly being shattered by lightning and constantly condensing.
Above her head, four blond, red-eyed heads bit Jax's limbs tightly, imprisoning him there, like a human shield, resisting the lightning storm that kept falling.
In the chessboard space where the prophet's clone and the "Singer of God" Ace Snake were, the wind was whistling and swirling, rubbing against the air and making an explosive sound, like a series of air cannons that could overturn a ship. The
pale blue glow in the eyes of the prophet's clone flowed, reflecting a symbol composed of countless illusory doors.
In the space where only the silver-white light brought by the lightning was left, it seemed as if a galaxy was reflected. The figure of the prophet's clone kept "flashing" in this galaxy, easily dodging every falling silver-white lightning and air cannon.
"Humph!" Ace Snake snorted coldly, and the whistling wind around weakened a little. A rainstorm fell without warning, and with the swirling wind, it kept rolling, blocking the view and conducting electricity.
The rain continued to gather around with the wind, expanding into a series of shaking water balls, with silver-white lightning passing through them.
Compressing my living space On the front battlefield, the "disaster priest" in the storm path is much stronger than the "prophet". I can only rely on my strong intuition to predict and avoid his attack in advance. The prophet's clone stared at the direction where Ace Snake was, and his figure "flashed" and disappeared again.
The next moment after his figure disappeared, a thick silver-white electric light fell on his original position, splashing mud and rocks on the ground, and the fragments of silver-white electric snakes continued to spread around along the rain.
Boom! Boom!
The frequency of lightning in the sky is getting faster and faster, and it is getting more and more dense. The fragments of silver-white electric snakes almost cover the entire ground.
These arcs have a strong paralyzing effect. During the "flash", the prophet's body inevitably stained with some electric current, and the body became heavier and heavier.
In the storm, a low and heavy singing voice echoed in his ears. This song directly touched people's hearts, and every beat seemed to hit the heart. Bang! Bang! Bang!
The heart beat unnaturally faster, the blood in the body rushed up crazily, and the brain was dizzy due to excessive congestion.
The light blue light flowing in the eyes of the prophet's clone became no longer smooth, his head gradually became heavy, and his body gradually became numb due to the electric current mixed in the rain. The frequency of his "flash" became lower and lower.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Thin and sharp wind blades cut through the air and shot towards the prophet's clone from different directions.
After completing a "flash" and dodging several wind blades, his body was instantly pierced by a green wind blade. His
body became thinner and brittle at the moment of being pierced by the wind blade, and finally turned into a crudely cut light yellow paper man.
The substitute paper man was cut into small pieces of paper in the continuous wind blades, mixed with rain and fell to the ground.
After using the "paper man substitute", the figure of the prophet's clone seemed to have disappeared, and did not reappear not far away.
In mid-air, Ace Snake, who was lifted by the strong wind, was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand and pressed the eye pattern on the palm of his hand to the center of his eyebrows.
The next moment, a meaningful light purple suddenly flashed in his blue eyes that were dancing with a little electric light. His eyes became particularly deep and had extraordinary penetrating power.
His eyes briefly turned into complete "eyes of peeping", able to see things that were usually invisible and notice details that he had overlooked.
In this state, he saw the prophet's clone hidden in the mirror formed by the rain, and saw the other party's smiling mouth saying something to him.
"I know the 'Peeper of Secrets' better than you do, and I know the 'Eye of Peeping' better."
While the prophet's clone silently spoke, his eyes suddenly became deep, and the flickering light blue light was stained with a touch of purple, like a deep and vast galaxy.
His eyes seemed to reflect another pair of eyes, a pair of cold and indifferent eyes without eyelashes that contained countless bright stars.
Ace Snake had a bad intuition and subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but the special ability of the "Eye of Secrets" had already allowed him to see the content that the prophet's clone had specially shown him.
Through the layers of special ability, he looked directly at the "Hidden Sage". At that moment, endless knowledge and madness poured into his mind.
The rainstorm, wind and lightning froze for a second at this moment, and then became chaotic and crazy.
Ace Snake's body fell uncontrollably from the air. The black gloves on his hands twisted into eyes that showed malice and madness, and gradually spread to his body.
Under the black robe embroidered with the storm symbol, transparent viscous liquid mixed with raindrops dripped, and webbed feet that only amphibians have grew between his fingers. The phantom scales under his skin became obvious and broke through the epidermis. The whole person began to change into a marine creature.
He covered his head with both hands in pain and rolled on the ground. The scales on his body cracked into gaps and eyes grew out of them.
Less than a hundred meters away from him, a layer of blue ripples spread out on the stagnant water on the ground, like an illusory "door". The prophet walked out of the mirror world behind the "door" at an unhurried pace. The
brilliance flowing in his eyes reflected a pattern similar to a scale, and he recited in a majestic voice:
"Storms are forbidden here!"
"Lightning is forbidden here!"
As the law spell took shape, the whimpering wind around gradually subsided, and finally only the degree of blowing clothes was left. The heavy dark clouds in the sky with lightning flashing incessantly seemed to be swept by the wind and quickly dissipated.
The prophet's clone calmly watched the "God's Singer" Ace Snake rolling in pain on the ground. There was a trace of light in his eyes, as if it came from the lightning in the depths of his consciousness.
"Spirit piercing!"
His spirit quickly condensed, like an invisible sharp blade, piercing Ace Snake's spirit body and directly attacking his "spiritual body".
Ace Snake, who was struggling painfully on the ground, suddenly stopped. His mouth opened wide, but he could not make any sound. Bright red blood flowed out of his mouth, nose, and ears.
Colorful and slippery tentacles stretched out from under the black robe embroidered with the storm symbol, swaying on the ground covered with a layer of rainwater.
Although the "mental piercing" he simulated could not reach the original level, it also exceeded the strength of Sequence Five. Ace Snake, whose condition had deteriorated seriously due to looking directly at the "Hidden Sage", stepped on the edge of losing control and going crazy at this moment.
Glancing at Ace Snake, the prophet's clone took two steps back while looking in the direction of the Sea Wave Church in the distance.
He did not intend to kill a saint of the Church of the Storm now, which would cause a more intense reaction from the Church of the Storm, and even the Lord of the Storm would personally bring down divine punishment. Chapter 535: Crimson Queen
Rather than gaining a "disaster priest" characteristic and a level 1 seal, he hoped to force the person who used the seal to reunite the divided battlefield.
After two seconds of silence, without waiting for the expected changes, the prophet's clone looked down at the "God's Singer" Ace Snake, who was on the verge of losing control, and said with some mockery:
"It seems that the Storm Church intends to give up a saint and a level 1 seal in exchange for the victory of besieging and killing the wild extraordinary people of Bayam."
"But it's not too bad for you to kill a 'Silent Disciple'."
As he spoke, he gently poked his fingers to create an invisible hand to pick up the glove that had fallen from Ace Snake's hand.
Woo~
The wind that had eased suddenly became fierce, like a small sharp blade, cutting everything around.
The invisible hand had not even approached before it was annihilated in the strong wind.
The pale blue light in the eyes of the prophet's clone suddenly became bright, and he whispered a word in the dragon language:
"Guard!"
The light like the morning sun appeared around him, condensing into an unbreakable invisible wall in front of him.
After doing all this, he reached out and touched the left side of his face. The sudden fierce wind just now cut several scars on his body.
He looked at the Ace Snake in front of him, who was losing control and had become more serious. He whispered:
"It seems that you have really been abandoned."
The copper-colored glimmer gathered in his hand and condensed into a spear covered with strange patterns and symbols.
The next moment, the silver-white fine light that divided the battlefield around faded like water and disappeared.
The divided battlefield merged again, and many extraordinary people who were originally separated from reality also returned to reality, but did not return to their original positions.
The prophet's clone looked at the clouds that gathered again above his head. He took a step back, and his figure quickly faded and disappeared.
When he appeared again, he was already several streets away.
The figures of Reinette Tinicole and Jax flashed before him, and they ran out of the city in pursuit.
The whistling wind around them suddenly became fierce, with a strange rhythm, which made people feel irritated for no reason, and they wanted to rush out to fight with others to vent their anger.
The prophet's clone did not stay, and his figure disappeared again. While sensing the position of the paper man left on Klein, he kept "flashing" closer.
On the other side, Klein easily got rid of the pursuit of the Punisher Squad with the help of the secret doll Gilchias. After twisting the position of himself and the secret doll again, he appeared directly outside the city of Bayam.
Before he had time to be happy, his body suddenly became stiff and uncontrollable.
Then, he saw the messenger lady, whose complicated and gorgeous court dress had many damages and burnt marks, appear in front of him with two heads. The golden hair of the two heads she was holding was also stained with a layer of burnt black, and she felt inexplicably gray and dirty.
Before he could think about where the other two heads of the messenger lady had gone, he suddenly felt an illusory, unreal stabbing pain in his shoulder.
A head with burnt eyes bit his shoulder and dragged him forward.
The two heads held by the messenger lady opened their mouths and breathed in.
Then he saw a translucent figure with no hair and a burnt body being forcibly dragged out of his body.
At this time, another head that had become somewhat burnt flew from a distance. Its teeth quickly grew longer and sharper, and it bit the translucent figure hard, tearing off a large piece of something that looked like a spirit or flesh from the other party.
The translucent figure that was bitten did not scream, but quickly vanished.
The next moment, this figure suddenly appeared next to the secret puppet Gilchiais.
The large scissors that Gilchiais had originally carried diagonally on his waist were taken in his hand, and the other end was inserted straight into the chest and abdomen of the translucent figure.
Gilchias's movements did not pause at all. He pulled out the scissors in his hand, and then thrust them in again and again, as if he could not feel the chilling coldness around him, and the force of Jax's palm on him.
Taking advantage of this gap, the two heads held by Renette Tinicole also flew out quickly. In the process, their pupils became dark, and the teeth in their mouths became sharper and longer, growing an extra section between illusion and reality.
The two heads bit Jax's shoulders on both sides, tearing off a large piece of something that looked like a spirit and flesh from his illusory and transparent body.
The continuous injuries made Jax's expression a little distorted. He suddenly stretched out his left hand and pushed Gilchias with all his strength, while his mouth emitted a silent scream, which could pierce the eardrums of people and hurt the spirits. The "
Scream of the Wrathful Soul" at the third level of sequence not only causes great damage to the spirits, but also carries the power of curse.
Klein, who was not too far from his secret doll, could only feel warm liquid flowing out of his nostrils and ears. His head felt like it was being stabbed by countless needles, and he could not think of anything.
From the perspective of the bystanders, he was now in a dazed state. The flesh under his skin was wriggling like little worms, pushing out pale or scarlet granulations.
Without Klein's control, the secret doll Gilchias could no longer make any movements. He just stood there, pulling out the scissors in his hand. The two heads of Renette Tinicole flew in the air, one in front of the other, opening their mouths wide and breathing in.
The "scream of the wraith" emitted by Jax was sucked into the mouths of the two heads as if it had a tangible form. The screams around that cursed and hurt the spirits disappeared instantly.
Jax also seized this opportunity, and his figure suddenly disappeared, jumping into a piece of glass fragments a hundred meters away.
Then, Renette Tinicole and her four heads also disappeared, and they and Jax started a new round of chasing and escaping among leaves, puddles, insects, and weeds.
In the dark cloud sky, the crimson moonlight suddenly broke through the blockade of the clouds and shone on the ground.
A crimson full moon hung high in the sky, pulling the entire Bayam and the surrounding area into a full moon state. Spirituality began to grow wildly, and inspiration and death became stronger.
A faint blue light and a crimson moonlight flashed nearby at the same time. The prophet's clone and a figure wearing a hood and a black robe embroidered with crimson patterns teleported here at the same time.
The prophet's clone and the other party looked at each other, both of them were alert and sizing each other up.
Under the black robe was a young woman with a very tall figure, light hair color, close to silver, bright red eyes, as if hiding blood, and soft facial features.
After sizing up the other party, the prophet's clone said in a somewhat puzzled tone:
"'Crimson Queen'? You should believe in the 'original moon', why do you follow the instructions of the 'mother tree'?"
While speaking, he raised his right hand, and an invisible giant hand transferred the scissors held by the secret puppet Gilchies to his hand.
To his surprise, the "Crimson Queen" who had just created the full moon did not take action directly, but instead followed his words and chatted:
"The 'Mother Tree' and the 'Moon' are one, which is something that every member of the Rose School of Thought has a common understanding of."
"You seem to think that the 'Mother Tree' and the 'Moon' are two independent existences?"
The prophet's clone looked directly into the other party's blood-red eyes. She seemed to hide her madness and bloodthirstiness very well, and her eyes were calm and rational.
He was silent for a second, tapped the scissors in his hand with his right index finger, and chuckled:
"You should think so too, otherwise you wouldn't respond to my words."
"Don't you think that the 'Original Moon' behaves very contradictory at times, and the oracles it conveys are often contradictory?"
"Do you think this is different aspects of personality, or are they two existences, but they are influencing each other and snatching each other's believers?"
As soon as the words fell, the wind around them suddenly became fierce, rubbing against the air, and constantly making heavy roars, like powerful air shells, falling towards this side with a very purposeful purpose.
Bang! Bang!
These air shells suddenly twisted less than a hundred meters away from them, turned at an incredible angle, and exploded in the woods on both sides of the road, stirring up a cloud of dirt and tree stumps.
The prophet's clone glanced at Klein, who had returned to normal and was still manipulating the secret puppet Gilchias to twist the target being attacked, and said,
"You'd better leave here first. It's easy to get hurt by mistake in the melee later."
After saying that, he raised his left hand, as if holding up something invisible, and whispered in the dragon language:
"Sun!"
A ball of golden light appeared in his hand, like a miniature sun that continued to emit light, casting pure and clear light around, drowning the crimson moonlight brought by the full moon above.
Without the shining of moonlight, the "Crimson Queen" temporarily lost the ability to teleport and moonlight.
She glanced at the prophet's clone without much emotion, and then turned her sight to Klein and the secret doll behind him who were quickly moving away from here through the distortion distance, and said calmly:
"I really don't like those crazy and irrational believers of the 'Mother Tree', but since the 'Moon' asked us to join them, we still have to obey some simple tasks and orders."
While speaking, she stared at Klein's back with a serious look, and in her bright red eyes, Klein's front figure at the moment was strangely reflected.
The next second, the figure in her eyes turned into the secret doll Gilchiais.
Boom!
Around her, golden illusory flames suddenly ignited out of thin air. These flames exuded the majestic and diffuse breath of the sun, like ignited explosives, exploding around her.
In the center of the flames, the figure of the "Crimson Queen" quickly became thinner and brittle, and finally turned into a scarlet moon paper figure, engulfed by the golden flames.
Then, her figure reappeared not far away. Her right eye was tightly closed, and her eyelid was sunken a little, as if she had lost her eyeball. There was a constant stream of bright red blood seeping out from under her eyelid.
She raised her right hand to her chest and squeezed it hard, making a puffing sound. Some dark red flesh and blood mixture was squeezed out from between her fingers, as if it had burst.
Hundreds of meters behind her, the running movement of the secret puppet Gilchiais suddenly stopped, and then fell to the ground.
His body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow suddenly, and it was extremely twisted and deformed, as if he had been hit from the inside out with a hammer, and his bones and internal organs were severely damaged.
Klein was forced to stop and looked behind him warily. What a horrible curse! This was the effect after being twisted and shattered. Gilchies was a Beyonder of the Demonic Path. Even if he hadn't transformed into a demonic form, his physical fitness was still one of the stronger ones among the Sequence Five. He was almost destroyed. If he hadn't twisted in time to establish a connection with the "Crimson Queen", he would have been killed instantly.