Mysterious Catastrophe

She looked up, looking at the snowflakes, and felt that this winter was even colder and biting.

……

"Cold and death..."

In a dark alley, Doris leaned against the wall, held up the snowflakes in her palms, and muttered to herself: "This is a super-large ceremony of the God of the End - the 'Gift of the End', if it cannot be stopped , more people will die in this city..."

The God of the End has another alias - 'Master of the Underworld'!

Rule the Year of Death and Tranquility in November!

"Sure enough... this is a decisive battle between all the secret associations and the empire!"

Doris didn't know whether she should be thankful or regretful.

If the 'Unmelting Ice' had not been sealed and imprisoned like the 'Fallen Corona'...

At this time, it will probably be the god of ice and the sect of the god of the end who will perform the ceremony together, with a larger scope and more terrifying power!

"Hehe... There is no mercy under the radiance... Other hidden existences may not have mercy..."

"For the world, no matter which Si Sui wins the final victory, it is just suffering..."

When death and loss of control are approaching, Doris finally got rid of the fanaticism of belief and the interference from spirituality, and began to think rationally.

"Mysterious and extraordinary...is a disaster!"

Doris's hair squirmed crazily, thickened and drooped, and a hideous mouth was split at the end, which was full of sharp fangs.

She gave a wry smile, thinking of that kind girl, she instinctively ran in the opposite direction of the other person's departure, wanting to run a little further.

At this moment, the void in front of him squirmed, and the invisible door opened.

Usain, who was wearing a black leather jacket and black gloves, stepped out, followed by a large number of 'dressers'!

"Finally caught you."

With an indifferent expression on his face, he waved his hand: "Action!"

As the senior director of the suppression bureau, this is Usain's job - he still doesn't know that His Majesty the Emperor he is loyal to is actually the collaborator of these lunatics!Working hard to complete the task.

"Ah……"

Doris sneered, and completely gave up her insistence on reason, letting madness overwhelm her.

Horrible battles are on the verge of breaking out!

……

"Praise the sun!"

Inquisitor Wakefield hurled a spell, incinerating a pool of wriggling flesh and tissue on the ground.

After completing the mission, he didn't go back to the church, but let his subordinates go back first, and he came to Green George District, near Remington's house.

As a judge's intuition, he still couldn't let go of the case in his heart.

The reply from the Police Headquarters also arrived, which recorded Pala's information in detail, even including the information that the other party suspected of mastering invisible spells.

But this is of no use, on the contrary, it increases the suspicion that the other party is the emperor or a spy developed by the Investigation Bureau!

"What do you want to do? The temporary residence time limit is about to pass."

The routine daily monitoring made Wakefield more and more confused about what Aaron wanted to do.

The other party went shopping leisurely every day, went to high-end restaurants, visited exhibition halls, and went to clubs for high-end enjoyment... There was nothing suspicious about it!

'But this is the most suspicious!Today's Pulmouth is almost under full martial law, and you still insist on going out every day. What is the reason for it?Connector? '

Wakefield was talking to himself, when he suddenly saw Palla walk out of the room and get into the cab.

"Queens, Twin Clock Towers!"

Aaron leaned on the soft carriage seat and gave a casual order.

Chapter 453 Lifting the Curtain

As a landmark building in the Queens District, the Twin Clock Towers are known as the Empire.

Standing on the top of a bell tower, the scenery is quite good.

Aaron was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, a silk top hat, and leather boots, holding a thick cane in his hand, overlooking the entire queen district...

He reached out and caught a snowflake.

"It seems that 'Underworld Lord' is also one of the surviving Si Sui..."

As far as Aaron knows, at the age of twelve in the third layer of history, the 'rancher' was directly killed, the 'fallen corona', the 'unmelted ice' were imprisoned in the depths of the glow, the 'raven', 'Remnant Cocoon' and 'Faceless Man' were swallowed or controlled by 'Dawn'... In the rest of the year, the 'Mother of the Night' was swallowed by the 'Mother of the Night', and after that battle, the 'Mother of the Night' 'That is, his whereabouts are unknown, and his condition may not be very good.

There are really not many surviving Si Sui, only the 'Madam in the Forest', the 'Keeper of the Secret', and the 'Master of the Underworld'.

On the contrary, those hidden existences and high-ranking powerhouses have a slightly smaller target, but are affected by the chaos of the spiritual world, and probably have no good end, such as the unlucky Motura...

"It's conservatively estimated that there are only three Si Sui, and at most four Si Sui can make a move...Can it match the flourishing 'Breaking Dawn'?"

Aaron watched indifferently as the snowflakes melted on his hands.

Anyway, he has already decided not to scatter the eagle if he doesn't see the rabbit, and he will definitely not make a move until the conditions favorable to him appear.

But at this time, it has reached the point where it is impossible to see, let alone the trail of a certain ant.

Under the bell tower.

Wakefield in the corner exhaled a breath of white air, looking at the gloomy sky: "The idiots of the Killing Bureau...haven't found the ritual site of the death believers?"

"Also... what on earth does Pala want to do? He has been watching the scenery for hours."

The wind and snow created by this ritual made even Extraordinary people feel bitingly cold.

Just when Wakefield felt his hands and feet were frozen and was about to rush up to the tower to have a showdown with Aaron, he suddenly looked up.

The dazzling sunlight directly swept away the dark clouds.

The gloomy weather that has always been in Pulmouth disappeared, and a pure white sun appeared!

Under the scorching sun, the ice and snow turned into dewdrops and melted quickly.

"Praise the sun!"

Wakefield couldn't help praying.

He understood that it was the colleagues of the 'Suppression Bureau' who broke through this super-large ceremony and once again protected Pulmouth!

Do not!

If the ritual is broken, at most the wind and snow will be stopped, and the sky in Pulmouth will not be cleared!

Aaron raised his head and blocked the light with his palm: "This is the power of 'Dawn', did he strike first? The target is - 'Master of the Underworld'!"

He felt the fluctuation of the sun, and also felt the turmoil in the spirit world.

This battle, after all, is the prelude completely!

Spirit world!

A long illusory river emerges.

It has no beginning and no end, and densely packed undead stands at the bottom of the river.

It's a 'dead river'!

At this time, the originally peaceful 'river of death' set off huge waves, roaring like wild beasts, drowning one after another of the 'white towers of the spiritual world'...

The pure white sun, which is always at the highest point in the spiritual world, rippled for a while.

A pure white flame turned into a meteor, falling from the sky of the spirit world into the infinite dimension, and the astonishing heat was evaporating the semi-illusory 'dead river', turning those wraiths into ashes and dissipating...

……

The battle in the spirit world directly affects the world.

In other words, it has caused a profound impact in the world.

Pulmouth, a suburban cemetery.

boom!

A rotten palm directly pierced the soil, and half a rotten body crawled out of the coffin.

It is an undead from the 'river of death', and now it has returned to the world, the only thing remaining is the desire for human flesh and blood!

"what!"

The gravekeeper looked at the dead and revived zombies, screamed in fright, and sounded the alarm.

This scene is being played out in various cemeteries in Pulmouth.

Only the cemeteries of nobles and big businessmen who were baptized by church priests after their deaths were barely spared, but they were only a very small number.

A play called 'The Scourge of the Undead' has begun in Pulmouth!

Chaos is gradually spreading!

Wakefield saw Aaron's gaze deflected, looking in a certain direction.

"Where is... the three-level parliament building?"

Although it is called a mansion, it is actually a palace building in the shape of 'back', second only to Mithra Palace in luxury!

The level of security and security in the Capitol is even higher than that of the Mithra Palace.

In theory, this is the power center of the entire empire!

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The two guards standing guard were dressed in neat clothes and carried live ammunition rifles. Looking at a figure who was too close, they sternly asked.

In view of the previous method of handling the parade, once the opponent approached the building, they even dared to shoot directly!

"Is this the center of the empire?"

Sanu had a nervous smile on his face, and the white Persian cat beside him had disappeared without a trace, and he did not stop.

The two guards had already raised their guns, and the eyes of the people around them were also watching.

"History will remember this day... The decline of the empire, I, Sanu, will lift the curtain!"

Sanu shouted loudly, in the sound of gunfire, several blood holes had already appeared on his body.

But those bloody holes were rapidly shrinking, spit out yellow bullets.

Sanu looked at the terrified soldiers who surrounded him, and calmly raised his hand.

red!

The scarlet light enveloped the small half of the square.

Under the flowing crimson, the guards, onlookers, investigators...all were dissolved in flesh and blood, turning into puddles of red liquid.

These liquids continued to gather towards Sanu, turned into a red cannonball, aimed at the direction of the palace.

Such a pinnacle of flesh and blood magic undoubtedly belongs to the sixth essence of 'Red' - 'Red Earl'!

"Cry bitterly, howl..."

Sanu put his hand away.

Boom!

……

In the distance, Wakefield saw half of the parliament building was directly dissolved by crimson.

Those normally personable nobles and councilors fled around like chickens.

In the Mithra Palace, suddenly the alarm bell rang!

"This is an attack! An attack on the Empire!"

His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and his mind was numb with a bit of sobriety: "Pala! He had expected this attack a long time ago. He is definitely not an imperial spy, but one of the masterminds of the attack!"

Wakefield acted quickly, rushed to the top of the clock tower, and saw the tall figure calmly watching the fall of the parliament building: "Palla Love Toman...you are under arrest!"

He saw Aaron turn around and put a finger between his lips in a 'hush' gesture.

"The good show has just begun, and the protagonists haven't played yet, so why not watch the show quietly?"