The doll's eyes, which had no brilliance, were completely unable to turn, and looked at the area where the crimson moonlight could not be shined. The man with swollen red and swollen pieces on his face and other cultists were standing there quietly. At this time, he lowered his head one after another, raised his hands, as if he was going to make a prayer posture, and listened to the oracle devoutly.
In just two or three seconds, the doll finally stood up straight. It was about to open its mouth that had no tongue at all, making a sound that did not belong to this body. All movements suddenly became stuttering, like a seriously rusty machine.
Klein, who was hiding among the cultists, just saw the doll extending strangely into the spiritual line, so he started manipulation without hesitation!
In the room with bright wall lights, the light suddenly dimmed. The doll with curved eyes and mouth was instantly pulled away from the bone-like support, and suddenly stopped on the table without any movement.
As the street lights flickered thousands of meters away, Klein lost control of the spiritual thread, and with the help of the power of the doll, he jumped out of his ability in just one or two seconds!
Wow!
A cold and cold wind blew in the room, and the carpet with tables and chairs suddenly twitched, overturning the man with swollen and swollen pieces on his face and most cultists to the ground. Only Klein, who was disguised, jumped up early and avoided the accident.
Of course, the winner Enzo happened to be on the edge of the carpet and was not affected by anything.
Wow!
In the cold wind, the carpet rolled up, wrapped several cultists firmly, and then covered their mouths and noses tightly, wrapping them around their throats.
At the same time, the round-bellied pens on the desk took off their caps and flew out, inserting them on the neck of the man with a small red and swollen piece on his face, densely packed and there was no gap.
The wooden backrest chair exploded, causing the thorns to sweep out, not letting all the other cultists go.
At the wall position, the pipes of the wall lamps were cracked and the gas inside was leaking out.
The curtain spread on the sofa then stood up, twisted into ropes, and wrapped around the train leader's throat; several floors bounced and pierced the bodies of several cultists from bottom to top.
For a moment, everything in the room was full of aggressiveness, trying to kill every life here.
Klein wanted to avoid it, but his shirt, pants, belt, coat and top hat all had their own lives, and he sealed him in place with all his strength.
His mouth suddenly opened and made a sound:
Bang!
He simulated the sound of snapping his fingers.
The red flame rose from his pocket, instantly covering his body, lifting the jail.
At this moment, the curtain on another sofa stood up, as if it was covered by an invisible person.
Such a strange image immediately appeared in Klein's eyes, his body trembled, stiffened, and was possessed by an evil spirit!
The flames that had risen before had not yet been extinguished. They were about to further burn off their clothes and flesh, but they burned them into a dark paper man.
The back of this paper man is covered with feather-like patterns, giving people an unreal and semi-illusory feeling.
This is a mutated paper man polluted by the aura of an artificial god of death!
Klein knew from the beginning that he wanted to wait until the doll was mutated, only in two situations were possible. One was that the one who pretended to be a god was nearby and could detect the death of the believer, so he was ready to come deliberately and dig a trap to the person who was in trouble. The other was that the one who used the doll was indeed a secret existence. He did not know that the sacrifice had been destroyed, and he still came as expected and gave further oracles.
In either case, it means that things are more dangerous, so how could Klein perform unpreparedly?
According to the characteristics of the other party being able to descend or possess a rag doll, he put the paper man mutated by the pollution of the aura of the artificial god of death in advance into an iron cigarette box, and maintained the level shown by the secret puppet at the level of ordinary people, luring the target to possess himself directly!
At this moment, the object possessed by the god worshipped by the cultists changed from Klein to the Paper Man of Death!
The red flames rolled inward, the black paper people ignited, and the pale color suddenly expanded, dyeing a little bit of yin green.
A slightly painful groan rang out, and a transparent afterimage flashed away on the window reflecting the crimson moonlight.
Almost no matter how one did, the items that came alive in the room fell one after another, returning to a dead state, and the winner Enzo's body was filled with fire.
At this moment, in this port city at the northern end of the Southern Continent, in the houses, residents were enjoying the relaxation of the night and the warmth of their families, completely missing the attention of their glass windows and the surface of their wall lamps, sometimes dimming, and quickly returning to normal.
With this dimness, the fire in the fireplace became larger and smaller, and the residue in the kitchen rekindled and went out.
During this process, the glass mirror of a house dimmed the most, and the fire changed the times. In the room, several believers were praying to the original moon without any notice.
I don’t know how long it took, the crimson moonlight became a little brighter, and the whole city seemed to be covered in soft gauze.
Such brightness quickly became normal, and a stream of red flames rose up at the top of the silver candle on a dining table.
Winner Enzo walked out of it, his body and face changed rapidly, becoming German Sparrow.
Just now, the moment the red moon brightened, he lost his target.
Not only can he have the extraordinary ability of the high sequence of the "resentful soul" path, but he can also borrow the power of the Red Moon... One of these two aspects must be done by relying on seals or magical items... Klein silently talked to himself and made a preliminary judgment.
After the demigod who possessed the doll was polluted by the Death Paper Man, he originally thought he had a chance to take down the other party, but who knew that the enemy's strength and methods were stronger and more abundant than he expected.
The only thing he can be sure of at the moment is that it is not an angel, and his strength and level are far from each other.
With thoughts on it, Klein left the restaurant and entered the living room where several believers were praying to the Primitive Moon.
Unlike the cultists on the steam train, they knew very well who they were worshipping, and seemed to belong to the more formal people.
One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked into the room without any speed, and the believers noticed it and turned around.
The Wizard: Under the powerful illusion, they regarded Germansparo as the descending envoy and saw a red moon shining quietly above the other person's head.
Plop, plop, plop, believers crawled on the ground one after another and saluted devoutly.
Klein asked quietly without saying anything:
Who is the saint you met before?
A figure stood up, with chestnut curly hair hanging on the big breasts that could not be covered by the loose white robe. After being over forty years of age, his mature face was exquisitely dressed up. With a natural tear mole, he was really a rare beauty.
Reporting to the divine envoy, it is the 'Witch King' Karaman.
Klein hugged the believer, pinched his fatty giant buttocks and rubbed them.
Witch King Karaman... This name is so familiar...Ah Yes, the author of my book "The Book of Secrets"... Didn't he die long ago?
He was active for thousands of years, and the saints who were not special channels could not live for so long... He joined the Rose School, but he still believed in the Primitive Moon and continued his life by some means?
Or, his sequence itself can turn him into a seed of immortality?
Klein's thoughts changed and he remembered the origin of the name Karaman.
Klein used his hand to squeeze the believer's breasts through the clothes. In an instant, the clothes from the nipples were wet and expanded. After a while, the white robe was intertwined and the reddish-brown erect nipples were clearly visible.
It was not very pleasant to pinch through the clothes. Klein easily tore open the wet white robe. Because of its size, his white and tender breasts inevitably sag into water droplets. The soft breasts swallowed the palms, and continued to change their shape as the palms struggled.
uh-huh……
The believer gasped and cummed with orgasm, spitting out red lips, and a pair of green eyeballs rolled their eyes from time to time, lying on Klein and licking his neck.
The believer's reason became increasingly blurred, and his whole body was stuck to Klein, his breasts and thighs kept twisting and rubbing against him.
Leave down!
Hearing Klein's roar, the believer obediently left Klein's body and lay down, raised his fat buttocks and dark red fat labia with open and closed, and panting, as if he was panting, the vaginal fluid flowed along his belly to the believer's neck.
Klein grabbed two big butts without saying a word and fucked the cock inside. After he got erection, the adult's forearm-sized cock was fucked smoothly and sank into it.
The glans clearly felt that the uterus was being fucked open, and the soft and hot cavity sucked the penis, consciously aiming at the sensitive area.
Oh oh oh oh oh!
The believer raised his head and moaned loudly. With Klein pulling his butt out every time, he took the initiative to sit back, leaving the penis naked outside his pussy for no moment.
The believer swung his waist to cater to Klein's big cock, and the uterus opening and closing the main glans was also rotating. The delicate uterine wall was loosened against the bell mouth, and the huge breasts changed a lot under Klein's clutch.
Oh oh oh oh oh ~ God makes me want to climax!!!
snort!You can't hold on to the reward just now?It seems that you still don’t exercise enough, believer!
Yes, believers will definitely practice twice as much as possible after they go back, and absolutely make...AhAhAh... God's messenger...you are happy...ohohoh...
Before he finished speaking, the believer climaxed violently. The muscles in his abdomen were curled into a ball, squeezing Klein's cock from all directions, eager to squeeze out the sacred semen inside.
The vaginal essence flowed out desperately, and rushed out from the vagina that was so exquisite that it was infinitely close to the precision, spraying Klein and the divine hall.
The arm that supported the upper body also softened due to the intense orgasm, and fell to the ground. The huge breasts pressed against the ground to form a piece of meat pie and drilled out of the armpit.
Klein looked at the believer who was fucked so well by himself. In his shrinking pussy, he poked it hard, and the believer moaned repeatedly.
The testicles were twisting, and the ups and downs of the vas deferens kept ejaculating into the believer's uterus.
The breath-like believer's lower abdomen bulged up and ejaculated for a few minutes. Klein pulled out his penis covered with semen and vaginal fluid, looked at the believer who was unable to orgasm and disappeared from the spot.
…………
On a sailboat moored at the port pier, in the cabin shining with faint moonlight.
A figure with fluffy hair and a black white figure walked out of the mirror. He was wearing a black robe with crimson patterns, with wrinkles that were neither deep nor shallow on his forehead, corners, cheeks and mouth, and blood in his eyes.
At this time, on the back of his hand, he was exposed to the rest of his skin, his pores had already spread out, and white fluff stained with light butter were grown.
The old man's expression was a little distorted, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.
He quickly sat down to the edge of the bed, buried his head, held his hands together, and chanted something in a low voice.
In the difficult and difficult language, his forehead slowly cracked, and there seemed to be a red full moon embedded in it!
The moonlight dissipated, covering the old man. The white fluff on his body retracted one after another and disappeared.
But at the same time, the old man's abdomen bulged little by little, as if filled with liquid.
Finally, the clothes there and their skin were torn apart, and a ball of white feathered flesh flew out of it and fell on the deck. It wriggled and struggled for a long time before it decayed and disappeared.
Huh... The old man raised his head and breathed slowly, his blood-red eyes full of doubt.
He whispered to himself:
The one who is the God of Death?
But now there is no death...
…………
In the early morning, the Storm Church, which has taken over the mysterious death of the steam train staff, received new information:
The missing train conductor and driver, as well as several other suspected passengers, were found!
It didn't take long for several members of this team of squad to follow the clues to a place in the city and found the targets.
They were quietly hanging outside a house, hanging into a row.
This is a provocation!The captain gritted his teeth and let out a low voice.
But when they put down their bodies and entered the house to investigate, they saw guys praying devoutly to the Primitive Moon and holding a rather evil ceremony.
...Catch them all!The captain was stunned for a second before giving the order.
The believers of the Primitive Moon seemed to have regained their rationality until this time and resisted one after another, but were quickly suppressed, either dead or injured.
The captain looked around and said to his companion incomprehensible:
There were a whole row of dead bodies hanging at the door, but they didn't even notice it?
A reader's team member thought about it:
Those dead bodies are likely to be guiding us to investigate here.
The captain relieved his impatience and nodded thoughtfully:
Which demigod from which church passed by?
In just two or three seconds, the doll finally stood up straight. It was about to open its mouth that had no tongue at all, making a sound that did not belong to this body. All movements suddenly became stuttering, like a seriously rusty machine.
Klein, who was hiding among the cultists, just saw the doll extending strangely into the spiritual line, so he started manipulation without hesitation!
In the room with bright wall lights, the light suddenly dimmed. The doll with curved eyes and mouth was instantly pulled away from the bone-like support, and suddenly stopped on the table without any movement.
As the street lights flickered thousands of meters away, Klein lost control of the spiritual thread, and with the help of the power of the doll, he jumped out of his ability in just one or two seconds!
Wow!
A cold and cold wind blew in the room, and the carpet with tables and chairs suddenly twitched, overturning the man with swollen and swollen pieces on his face and most cultists to the ground. Only Klein, who was disguised, jumped up early and avoided the accident.
Of course, the winner Enzo happened to be on the edge of the carpet and was not affected by anything.
Wow!
In the cold wind, the carpet rolled up, wrapped several cultists firmly, and then covered their mouths and noses tightly, wrapping them around their throats.
At the same time, the round-bellied pens on the desk took off their caps and flew out, inserting them on the neck of the man with a small red and swollen piece on his face, densely packed and there was no gap.
The wooden backrest chair exploded, causing the thorns to sweep out, not letting all the other cultists go.
At the wall position, the pipes of the wall lamps were cracked and the gas inside was leaking out.
The curtain spread on the sofa then stood up, twisted into ropes, and wrapped around the train leader's throat; several floors bounced and pierced the bodies of several cultists from bottom to top.
For a moment, everything in the room was full of aggressiveness, trying to kill every life here.
Klein wanted to avoid it, but his shirt, pants, belt, coat and top hat all had their own lives, and he sealed him in place with all his strength.
His mouth suddenly opened and made a sound:
Bang!
He simulated the sound of snapping his fingers.
The red flame rose from his pocket, instantly covering his body, lifting the jail.
At this moment, the curtain on another sofa stood up, as if it was covered by an invisible person.
Such a strange image immediately appeared in Klein's eyes, his body trembled, stiffened, and was possessed by an evil spirit!
The flames that had risen before had not yet been extinguished. They were about to further burn off their clothes and flesh, but they burned them into a dark paper man.
The back of this paper man is covered with feather-like patterns, giving people an unreal and semi-illusory feeling.
This is a mutated paper man polluted by the aura of an artificial god of death!
Klein knew from the beginning that he wanted to wait until the doll was mutated, only in two situations were possible. One was that the one who pretended to be a god was nearby and could detect the death of the believer, so he was ready to come deliberately and dig a trap to the person who was in trouble. The other was that the one who used the doll was indeed a secret existence. He did not know that the sacrifice had been destroyed, and he still came as expected and gave further oracles.
In either case, it means that things are more dangerous, so how could Klein perform unpreparedly?
According to the characteristics of the other party being able to descend or possess a rag doll, he put the paper man mutated by the pollution of the aura of the artificial god of death in advance into an iron cigarette box, and maintained the level shown by the secret puppet at the level of ordinary people, luring the target to possess himself directly!
At this moment, the object possessed by the god worshipped by the cultists changed from Klein to the Paper Man of Death!
The red flames rolled inward, the black paper people ignited, and the pale color suddenly expanded, dyeing a little bit of yin green.
A slightly painful groan rang out, and a transparent afterimage flashed away on the window reflecting the crimson moonlight.
Almost no matter how one did, the items that came alive in the room fell one after another, returning to a dead state, and the winner Enzo's body was filled with fire.
At this moment, in this port city at the northern end of the Southern Continent, in the houses, residents were enjoying the relaxation of the night and the warmth of their families, completely missing the attention of their glass windows and the surface of their wall lamps, sometimes dimming, and quickly returning to normal.
With this dimness, the fire in the fireplace became larger and smaller, and the residue in the kitchen rekindled and went out.
During this process, the glass mirror of a house dimmed the most, and the fire changed the times. In the room, several believers were praying to the original moon without any notice.
I don’t know how long it took, the crimson moonlight became a little brighter, and the whole city seemed to be covered in soft gauze.
Such brightness quickly became normal, and a stream of red flames rose up at the top of the silver candle on a dining table.
Winner Enzo walked out of it, his body and face changed rapidly, becoming German Sparrow.
Just now, the moment the red moon brightened, he lost his target.
Not only can he have the extraordinary ability of the high sequence of the "resentful soul" path, but he can also borrow the power of the Red Moon... One of these two aspects must be done by relying on seals or magical items... Klein silently talked to himself and made a preliminary judgment.
After the demigod who possessed the doll was polluted by the Death Paper Man, he originally thought he had a chance to take down the other party, but who knew that the enemy's strength and methods were stronger and more abundant than he expected.
The only thing he can be sure of at the moment is that it is not an angel, and his strength and level are far from each other.
With thoughts on it, Klein left the restaurant and entered the living room where several believers were praying to the Primitive Moon.
Unlike the cultists on the steam train, they knew very well who they were worshipping, and seemed to belong to the more formal people.
One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked into the room without any speed, and the believers noticed it and turned around.
The Wizard: Under the powerful illusion, they regarded Germansparo as the descending envoy and saw a red moon shining quietly above the other person's head.
Plop, plop, plop, believers crawled on the ground one after another and saluted devoutly.
Klein asked quietly without saying anything:
Who is the saint you met before?
A figure stood up, with chestnut curly hair hanging on the big breasts that could not be covered by the loose white robe. After being over forty years of age, his mature face was exquisitely dressed up. With a natural tear mole, he was really a rare beauty.
Reporting to the divine envoy, it is the 'Witch King' Karaman.
Klein hugged the believer, pinched his fatty giant buttocks and rubbed them.
Witch King Karaman... This name is so familiar...Ah Yes, the author of my book "The Book of Secrets"... Didn't he die long ago?
He was active for thousands of years, and the saints who were not special channels could not live for so long... He joined the Rose School, but he still believed in the Primitive Moon and continued his life by some means?
Or, his sequence itself can turn him into a seed of immortality?
Klein's thoughts changed and he remembered the origin of the name Karaman.
Klein used his hand to squeeze the believer's breasts through the clothes. In an instant, the clothes from the nipples were wet and expanded. After a while, the white robe was intertwined and the reddish-brown erect nipples were clearly visible.
It was not very pleasant to pinch through the clothes. Klein easily tore open the wet white robe. Because of its size, his white and tender breasts inevitably sag into water droplets. The soft breasts swallowed the palms, and continued to change their shape as the palms struggled.
uh-huh……
The believer gasped and cummed with orgasm, spitting out red lips, and a pair of green eyeballs rolled their eyes from time to time, lying on Klein and licking his neck.
The believer's reason became increasingly blurred, and his whole body was stuck to Klein, his breasts and thighs kept twisting and rubbing against him.
Leave down!
Hearing Klein's roar, the believer obediently left Klein's body and lay down, raised his fat buttocks and dark red fat labia with open and closed, and panting, as if he was panting, the vaginal fluid flowed along his belly to the believer's neck.
Klein grabbed two big butts without saying a word and fucked the cock inside. After he got erection, the adult's forearm-sized cock was fucked smoothly and sank into it.
The glans clearly felt that the uterus was being fucked open, and the soft and hot cavity sucked the penis, consciously aiming at the sensitive area.
Oh oh oh oh oh!
The believer raised his head and moaned loudly. With Klein pulling his butt out every time, he took the initiative to sit back, leaving the penis naked outside his pussy for no moment.
The believer swung his waist to cater to Klein's big cock, and the uterus opening and closing the main glans was also rotating. The delicate uterine wall was loosened against the bell mouth, and the huge breasts changed a lot under Klein's clutch.
Oh oh oh oh oh ~ God makes me want to climax!!!
snort!You can't hold on to the reward just now?It seems that you still don’t exercise enough, believer!
Yes, believers will definitely practice twice as much as possible after they go back, and absolutely make...AhAhAh... God's messenger...you are happy...ohohoh...
Before he finished speaking, the believer climaxed violently. The muscles in his abdomen were curled into a ball, squeezing Klein's cock from all directions, eager to squeeze out the sacred semen inside.
The vaginal essence flowed out desperately, and rushed out from the vagina that was so exquisite that it was infinitely close to the precision, spraying Klein and the divine hall.
The arm that supported the upper body also softened due to the intense orgasm, and fell to the ground. The huge breasts pressed against the ground to form a piece of meat pie and drilled out of the armpit.
Klein looked at the believer who was fucked so well by himself. In his shrinking pussy, he poked it hard, and the believer moaned repeatedly.
The testicles were twisting, and the ups and downs of the vas deferens kept ejaculating into the believer's uterus.
The breath-like believer's lower abdomen bulged up and ejaculated for a few minutes. Klein pulled out his penis covered with semen and vaginal fluid, looked at the believer who was unable to orgasm and disappeared from the spot.
…………
On a sailboat moored at the port pier, in the cabin shining with faint moonlight.
A figure with fluffy hair and a black white figure walked out of the mirror. He was wearing a black robe with crimson patterns, with wrinkles that were neither deep nor shallow on his forehead, corners, cheeks and mouth, and blood in his eyes.
At this time, on the back of his hand, he was exposed to the rest of his skin, his pores had already spread out, and white fluff stained with light butter were grown.
The old man's expression was a little distorted, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.
He quickly sat down to the edge of the bed, buried his head, held his hands together, and chanted something in a low voice.
In the difficult and difficult language, his forehead slowly cracked, and there seemed to be a red full moon embedded in it!
The moonlight dissipated, covering the old man. The white fluff on his body retracted one after another and disappeared.
But at the same time, the old man's abdomen bulged little by little, as if filled with liquid.
Finally, the clothes there and their skin were torn apart, and a ball of white feathered flesh flew out of it and fell on the deck. It wriggled and struggled for a long time before it decayed and disappeared.
Huh... The old man raised his head and breathed slowly, his blood-red eyes full of doubt.
He whispered to himself:
The one who is the God of Death?
But now there is no death...
…………
In the early morning, the Storm Church, which has taken over the mysterious death of the steam train staff, received new information:
The missing train conductor and driver, as well as several other suspected passengers, were found!
It didn't take long for several members of this team of squad to follow the clues to a place in the city and found the targets.
They were quietly hanging outside a house, hanging into a row.
This is a provocation!The captain gritted his teeth and let out a low voice.
But when they put down their bodies and entered the house to investigate, they saw guys praying devoutly to the Primitive Moon and holding a rather evil ceremony.
...Catch them all!The captain was stunned for a second before giving the order.
The believers of the Primitive Moon seemed to have regained their rationality until this time and resisted one after another, but were quickly suppressed, either dead or injured.
The captain looked around and said to his companion incomprehensible:
There were a whole row of dead bodies hanging at the door, but they didn't even notice it?
A reader's team member thought about it:
Those dead bodies are likely to be guiding us to investigate here.
The captain relieved his impatience and nodded thoughtfully:
Which demigod from which church passed by?
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