Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 114

"Lanlvus!"

Dunn, who had just passed the handover, limped forward, the darkness behind him was extremely thick.

Today is his lucky day, and his spiritual intuition is telling him that Lanvus is ahead.

Fortunately, I put on the mask ahead of time... Klein was only stunned for a moment, then slowed down, turned his body without hesitation, and ran back.

In this mysterious person who suddenly appeared, he felt a familiar smell, which was the smell that the captain had exuded when he used the ashes of Santa Selina.

In his opinion, this person is most likely the elite force in the church - the red glove.

He didn't want to conflict with the people of the Goddess Church.

At the same time, Dunn, who was unable to catch up quickly, saw that the man wearing the clown mask was about to escape, subconsciously aroused the darkness behind him, and several silky threads shot out, and invisible, the ability of "nightmare" was quietly released.

Whoosh whoosh!

A picture flashed in Klein's mind as he was running, his body moved faster than he thought, his right hand rubbed, and he decisively flew a few cards backwards, while his left hand threw backwards, his body turned in the air, his eyes and the "Night of the Night" behind him. "Interact."

Is he going to fight head on?

Dunn quickly glanced at the chain-blade cane in the opponent's hand, and when he thought about it, the smooth silk thread in the air easily cut through the card with the thin spiritual flame dragged by the tail. Pierce away.

Snapped!

Facing the life-threatening threads shot from all directions, Klein, who was wearing a clown mask, reacted extremely calmly, and snapped his fingers familiarly.

At a moderate distance from Dunn, a spiral of falling cards suddenly caught fire. Klein jumped out of it nimbly, and the chain-blade cane, which had been reconnected to the upper shell, plunged deeply into the ground, and the clown in mid-air used the fulcrum to shrink his waist. In his belly, he threw out more cards as he fell, one of which plunged straight into Lanvus's head that had been kicked to pieces in the corner.

During this whole process, Dunn hardly reacted. The only two smooth silk threads left beside him were always one step slower than the opponent's action, and it was difficult to really stab the target, just like the clown had already predicted the future!

boom!

Klein fell from the air, his feet were firmly on the ground, he raised his head sharply, the clown mask covering his face was facing Dunn directly, showing his bright smile.

He snapped his fingers again, and a cloud of fire emerged from his pocket, engulfing the figure.

A few smooth silk lines slid across, and the orange-red flames were easily torn apart and slowly dissipated, but Dunn could no longer feel the existence of the mysterious man just now.

However, he has confirmed that that person is definitely not Lanvus, or even a member of the Aurora Society.

As his gaze swept across the scene where many new battle marks were added, Dunn could clearly see the **** body on the ground with crimson marks on his chest.

He turned his head slightly to the left, and sure enough, on the card that the clown threw the farthest, he saw a completely broken head, with brain pulp and blood all over the floor.

"Secret order?" Hearing the cluttered voices that gradually became clear from a distance, Dunn thoughtfully grasped the "Hermit" feature in the pocket of his coat, his face covered by shadows distorted, the whole person distorted. Immediately blended into the nearby darkness, compatible with the shadows.

The wriggling shadows rose and fell gently, brushing lightly over Lan Erwus's corpse, picking up the remaining items on his body, and fleeing away.

The darkness brought to the vicinity returned to normal. On this horrific corpse, among the tarot cards covering his chest, a "world" card slowly turned over and confronted the "high tower" that was also face up. Echoes.

After about a minute or so, the noisy footsteps got closer and closer. After turning around the corner, a group of figures finally found this place. Most of them were wearing thick black trench coats, and only one or two were dressed in stylish tailoring. Decent military uniform.

The black-clothed man at the head had his hands wrapped in bright red, and there was obvious fatigue on his face. It was the "Sword of the Goddess" who fought with Lanvus just now—Crestai Sesima.

Still holding the bone sword in his hand, he raised his arms in a cautious manner, and the followers behind him stopped immediately.

In front of them, a headless male corpse was covered with dozens of tarot cards, with only a little crimson trace exposed in the gap, which could reveal his identity.

After regaining some strength, Crestai carefully swept the surrounding walls, shadows, and corners. At the foot of a dirty and muddy wall, he saw Lanvus' shattered head, bloody.

"Alas..." The veteran red glove sighed slowly, not knowing what he was sighing.

Seeing that he waved his hand lightly, the Nighthawk behind him was stunned for a moment, and then he recovered from this extremely strange scene, quickened his pace, surrounded it, and restrained Lanervus' corpse.

In the alleys of the East District at midnight, several teenagers from the plateau surrounded a half-old worker, holding a steel pipe and a meat cleaver in their hands, showing a fierce look.

"Hey, old man, that's all you need?"

The young man at the head had a look of disbelief, with a few shiny coins in his hand, and the blade on the other palm shone with a cold light.

The half-old workers who were robbed by them were trembling, waving their hands incessantly, and repeating their life over and over again, as if they were frightened enough.

In the icy cold wind, he was spotted, and his short, greasy hair with white temples was covered with drops of water.

snort! Seeing the useless appearance of the old man in front of him, the young man in the lead couldn't help but let out a sneer, and twitched the corners of his mouth cruelly to his side. The other young men immediately understood, and they waved the steel pipe in their hands, swinging it down.

when!

The half-old worker, who was kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands, did not receive the beating he had prepared.

Under the dull crimson, the young man who was reckless and cruel just now had only consternation left on his face~www.mtlnovel.com~ and the steel pipe in his hand was only the part he held, and there was a piece of iron at the fracture. black.

"Who!"

Seeing that his majesty was being provoked, the leading young man roared boldly, his sharp eyes pursued in the night, and finally stopped on a dark blue figure that was not tall.

He raised the knife, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, cold air in his mouth, and roared:

"come out!"

In the darkness, the figure who was lower than the plateau boy walked out slowly, a face full of oil paint, blood and thick ink mixed with ink, and walked into the faint moonlight first.

The clown looked at them with a smile, turned his head slightly, raised his left hand slightly naughty, and slammed lightly.

when!

There was another Jin Ming clash, and the blade that had reflected the cold light in the last second shattered and broke, so frightened that a few "trainee gangsters" screamed and fled in all directions.

That man has a gun!

Under the mask, a tired-looking Klein shook his head and lifted up the half-old worker who was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes facing him.

"Sir, are you all right?"

The worker who heard the word gun from the mouth of the highland youth was obviously still a little flustered. He shuddered and let go of Klein's hand. He quickly knelt back to the ground, and groped with both hands to find what he had just been caught in the panic. Dropped a few coins.

He shoved this into Klein's hands in a panic, his lips trembling, and his speech stumbled.

"First, sir, thank you, this is the only money I have."

"My name is Kohler, you can find me at the dock, everyone there knows me, and I will give the rest of the money tomorrow..."

Under the moonlight, Klein indifferently looked down at the old Kohler in front of him, with a deep sadness in his heart.

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