Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

The saint of the Rose School known as Jacks looked up at the direction where the wind was blowing, and said in a calm voice:

"He can't run away. Sylnis is already waiting for him outside the city with the 'Blood Pirate Group'."

"You lead the sect members in the city to chase him. If he has helpers, drag him away and drive him outside the city. If he doesn't, just take action directly."

"The 'Mother Tree' will guide us, he can't escape."

When mentioning the "Mother Tree", Jacks' expression and tone became extremely pious, as if he would crawl on the ground at any time, reciting the honorable name of the "Mother Tree" and kissing the ground.

"Yes, Lord Jacks." The "wretched soul" with an excessively pale face bowed slightly and saluted. While bending down, he did not forget to take a look at the weird little man in his hand.

Tightening his right hand, his body quickly became transparent and ethereal, and he "mirror flashed" directly through the glass windows of nearby houses. He quickly traveled through the mirror world and rushed towards the church in the city.

Boom! Boom!

Several thick bolts of silver-white lightning suddenly jumped out of the clouds, fell from the sky, and exploded where Jacks was standing.

After a burst of smoke and dust, there was only a charred pit and tiny currents scattered everywhere on the street.

Jacks' figure appeared on the roof nearby. His eyes were a little dark green, looking up into the air with irrepressible cruelty and bloodthirsty.

The black clouds in the sky were rolling and pressing down continuously, and the silvery 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 silvery-white electric light, the paper figures quickly spontaneously ignited. The pale gold flames outlined strange symbols in the air, and were quickly crushed 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 gold flames rising in the air and the silver lightning falling around him, he sighed and said:

"'Sea King' has actually learned to be cautious and doesn't give me any chance."

While sighing, the light blue glow in his eyes flowed little by little, as if reflecting a bright galaxy.

As the stars flickered, his body became transparent, like a statue made of countless stars.

The statue shattered, and bright stars surged through the gaps in the surrounding floors and walls, surging away in a direction away from the street.

On the rooftop in the distance, Jacks, who was being carried by the swirling wind, glanced at this side deeply. His body suddenly became transparent and erratic, like a completely insubstantial shadow, floating on the leaves blown up by the wind. Shuttle between , paper and tiles.

The lightning that was constantly falling around him did not affect him at all. Every time he was about to be struck, he could avoid it just right.

The chase between the two sides gradually moved away from the streets and the city.

In the fountain square outside the Church of the Waves, clergymen wearing dark blue robes walked around from time to time. Since Amon stole the Church of the Waves last time, the number of Extraordinaries stationed in the Church of the Storm has increased.

On the streets at the edge of the square, in the shadows that were not illuminated by the gas streetlights, Klein moved forward neither fast nor slow. From time to time, he raised his head to pay attention to the patrolling Storm Church punishers to ensure that he was in danger for the first time. It can attract the attention of the punishers for a while.

I feel a little irritated inexplicably. What's going on? With my identity, no matter if I fall into the hands of the Rose School or the Church of Storms, there will be no good end. I hope I can escape smoothly when they fight. While sighing in my heart, he raised his head. His hands lowered the brim of his half-high silk top hat.

Behind him, holding a dark copper lantern in one hand and a stick wrapped in black cloth in the other, the marionette Gilcias walked quickly on the street, acting like a man rushing to the Red Theater. sailor.

In the corner where no one noticed, Klein slowed down a bit. He was almost out of the range of Fountain Square.

Why hasn't anyone attacked yet? I'm almost out of Fountain Square, you can't let me turn back, right? Then it won't be the Rose School of Thought chasing me, but the Church of Storms' punishment agents arresting suspicious persons.

When he was about to turn into the next street, Klein suddenly stopped. He suddenly felt a sense of crisis that he could not find the source of.

Sure enough, the people from the Rose School had discovered me a long time ago, and they were waiting for me to get out of the sight of the patrolling punishers in Fountain Square.

Taking a deep breath to calm down his tense breathing, Klein turned around and looked ready to return to Fountain Square.

As soon as he lifted his feet, his movements suddenly stopped and he stood frozen in place.

Each of his brown eyes reflected a male figure in a black tuxedo, with sunken eye sockets, a pale face, and light brown hair parted in four parts, meticulously groomed. He 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 marionette Gilseas who was following not far behind him.

The moment he was "possessed by the wronged spirit", he controlled the marionette to use the ability of the dark copper lantern, twisting the possessed target into his own marionette.

Immediately, he opened his vision of spiritual body threads, and he saw some more spiritual body threads on his marionette Gilsias that did not belong to him.

Sure enough, it was an "injustice soul". Fortunately, he had resisted the action of observing the surroundings through the spiritual thread before and did not alert the snake. The spiritual intuition of the "injustice soul" can easily sense this kind of gaze. Miss Sharon has shown this before. special.

As his thoughts turned, he had already tried to manipulate these spiritual threads that did not belong to his marionette, and at the same time amplified the effect of his own spiritual threads through the dark copper-colored lantern.

On the body of Secret Puppet Gilsias, a transparent and illusory face loomed over him, with a numb and ferocious expression.

The amplified spirit thread is a bit scary. It takes less than a second to enter the preliminary control stage. I feel that as long as I persist for one minute, this "wronged soul" will transform into my new marionette. It's a pity. I already have a marionette. With my current progress in digesting magic potions, I am still far from being able to master two marionettes at the same time.

call out!call out!call out!

The sound of cutting through the air suddenly sounded from behind him. Klein immediately gave up on controlling the spiritual thread of the "wronged soul" possessed by the marionette Gilcias. He threw himself forward sideways, and after rolling twice on the ground, Get up quickly.

Several thin, glistening white ice crystal arrows flew past his hair and sank into the chest of Marionette Gilsias, instantly forming a layer of frost.

Taking advantage of this gap, the "wrongful spirit" possessing Gilcias quickly escaped.

call out!call out!

Several more thin ice crystal arrows struck from the darkness in the distance.

While Klein was busy rolling on the ground to dodge, he controlled his marionette to launch a counterattack.

"Death!" A demonic word originating from the abyss, full of filthy and depraved meanings, came out of the marionette's mouth.

Before the "wronged soul" that had just escaped from the marionette had time to completely disappear, his movements suddenly stagnated, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by invisible hands, stained with mottled red rust, and his breath instantly Feeling sluggish and coughing up a few sparks from his mouth.