Under the crimson but dim moonlight, Emlin took out a small metal bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.
Then he seemed to be in a shadow, floating on the wall and following Rusbatori quickly and silently.
The vampire has always been known for its speed. The two barons ran in the dark alleys and the edge of the dull streets. It took more than half an hour to reach the chaotic and dirty East Side and parked in front of an old apartment.
Seeing that Rusbatori chose to climb the pipeline and headed to the third floor with the least movement, Emlin slowed down and did not rush to stick behind the other party, because it was easy to be discovered.
After thinking carefully for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume-like bottle, unscrewed the lid, pressed it down, and sprayed the liquid inside on his body.
This potion has only one effect, that is, to eliminate its own odor, consistent with the surroundings!
After putting the bottle in his hand, Emlin took out another brass-colored metal bottle and drank the liquid inside cleanly.
‘Potion Professor’ is really troublesome… He muttered, and looked down and saw his hands becoming transparent inch by inch, and the brass-colored metal bottle seemed to float in front of the cuffs.
When Emlinser returned to the bottle, there was only a formal outfit, a top hat and a pair of leather shoes without buckles and straps left on the spot, forming a human form and moving around there.
Another fully transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floated in the air, pressed it on its own, and sprayed the potion inside onto the clothes with a sizzling sound.
The outlines of formal wear, top hats and leather shoes faded little by little, and eventually disappeared.
Emlin, who had completed invisibility, glanced at the room Rusbatori entered, climbed the pipe invisibly and silently, and chased after it at the extreme speed.
While the window was half open, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without any movement, hid in the corner, looking for the target as Rusbatori, who had a long face but very scent.
The latter's brows gradually frowned because it was empty, let alone people, there were not even mosquitoes that had begun to be active in the past week.
And this vampire baron can be sure that the Moon Puppet is here.
Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the solidified silence.
The door of the room then retreated, and a woman in a long black dress walked in slowly, looked at Rusbatori, and said in a vague tone:
Who are you looking for...
Emlin looked in the sound and saw that the visitor had a dark complexion, slender eyebrows, soft contour lines, and drooping corners of his mouth. It was Windsor, the target.
However, in Emlin's eyes, this devout believer of the Primitive Moon and her portrait have changed a certain way. Now her eyes are bent, her eyebrows are bent, and her mouth is bent, as if she is imitating the current crimson moon.
And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin all grew dry grass and flowers, one bush after another.
...Hiss, what exactly did Rusbatori sell her?How did it become like this?Emlin was startled and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.
Meanwhile, bushes of dead grass grew out on the ground, walls, doorways and ceilings, mixed with dry and wilted flowers.
They completely isolated the room from the outside world, creating a very strange scene.
Rusbatori smelled dangerously, and without trying to talk, he took out a small metal bottle without hesitation and drank the liquid inside.
Bang!
He threw the bottle down, dragged his body out of the shadow and rushed towards the mutated Windsor. His fingernails stretched out, and black air was lingering outside his body.
Windsor, inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers, was like a large rag doll, meeting it at the same speed, and grabbed Rumbatoli with one claw without caring about his injury.
Bang bang bang!
After a series of collisions, Rusbatori flew backwards and hit the wall.
His sleeves had been torn and scratches of bones could be seen on his skin.
And between the flesh and blood, dried dead grass and flowers are growing slowly!
What a monster Ah... Emlin met this kind of enemy for the first time and kept huddling in the corner and almost forgot to help.
He did not appear recklessly, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, observing the battle between Rusbatori and Windsor, while considering how to deal with this situation.
The weirdest thing is the dead grass and flowers...the dead grass and flowers...they should be afraid of fire!
Emlin's heart moved and immediately gave up invisibility. He took out another small metal bottle, unscrewed the lid, and drank it in.
With a puff, he spewed out all the liquid in his mouth.
When the gray-red water droplets encountered the air, they immediately exploded and a hot flame extended to the side.
Flames stacked with flames, flames connected with flames, instantly turning the room into a red ocean!
In the crackling sound, dried dead grass and flowers were ignited one after another and infected their companions at an extremely fast speed.
In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was almost destroyed, and the dead grass and dried flowers on Windsor also began to burn.
At this time, a big hole had been dug in Rusbatori's chest, losing most of her combat power, and was struggling to maintain it with the super recovery ability of the blood clan.
Looking at the torch-like enemy, Emlin keenly noticed the decline of the other party's aura, and without hesitation, pounced over and circled around Windsor, causing continuous attacks.
At the soles of his feet, black air rose, entangled towards the believer of the primitive moon, like a shackle of vitality.
Bang bang bang!Bang bang bang!
In the fierce and short sound, two figures suddenly approached.
All movements disappeared, and Emlin grabbed Windsor's throat with his left palm and lifted her up.
After hesitating for a second, he saw the other party's ferocious look and twisted the enemy's neck with a click.
Bang!
A small, slender puppet inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers fell to the ground from Windsor, and the flames in the room gradually subsided.
Emlyn pulled off Windsor's mutated head, turned her body, looked at Rusbatori, who was gasping violently, pressed her empty right hand on her chest, and bowed with a smile:
Thank you for your help.
Seeing Rusbatori suddenly become angry and unable to grab it, Emlin added a few words in a very good mood:
Remember to hand over that puppet and the extraordinary characteristics precipitated to Lord Nibais, they are very problematic.
After saying that, the black air condensed behind him and two illusory bat wings grew.
With a thud, Emlin turned around and flew out of the window and landed towards the dark alley nearby.
After stepping on the ground, he put away the condensed black air and looked back.
Seeing that Rusbatori did not follow, Emlin breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his fists to his mouth, and muttered while coughing:
I hate flames and smoke!
He was about to stay away from the East District when a chill suddenly broke out behind him.
Emlin suddenly tensed up, holding Windsor's mutated head, turned slowly, and looked at the shadow in the corner.
He first saw a very small black shadow standing there, and then he saw clearly what the other person looked like:
The body is as slender as a wooden stake, the eyes and mouth are curved into the moon, and the surface is inlaid with a lot of dead grass and dried flowers. It is the moon puppet in the room before!
It entangled me... What kind of item is this... It's still far from Lord Nibais's residence... It's really dangerous outside... Thoughts emerged in Emlin's mind, making his spine cold and his muscles tense.
As his thoughts flashed, he suddenly became inspired, stared at the moon puppet, and whispered in Guhemis:
Fools who do not belong to this era;
The mysterious master above the grey fog;
The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck...
…………
Who doesn’t sleep in the middle of the night?Klein turned over and sat up, rubbing his forehead with a little anger.
He quickly left the bed, walked four steps backwards, entered the gray fog, and sat in the position of the fool.
Emly White, this guy?Klein glanced at it, spreading his spirituality in confusion, touching the crimson stars representing the moon.
He immediately saw Emlin, who was stiff and saw the other party staring at a slender and weird puppet.
The puppet was covered with rich but illusory crimson moonlight, which rose and fell gently like a tide, connecting with something in the sky.
At this time, the crimson moonlight was spreading silently, covering Emlin White.
There is a problem... This puppet has a big problem... With the help of the gray fog, Klein saw more without hesitation and let the scepter of the Sea God leave the pile of debris and fly into his own hands.
The blue and blue gems at the top of the short bone rod light up one by one, emitting a dazzling light.
…………
After reciting Mr. Fool's name, after requesting assistance, Emlin felt that the already low-temperature blood was getting colder and colder, and gradually felt like it was condensed into frost.
This made his body stiffen quickly, and he watched the moon puppet come over with a swaying sway.
At this moment, the silver and white in the alley ran around, dispelling all the gloom and darkness.
Bang!
The lightning strangled into a ball and landed on the moon puppet, submerging it in silver.
The light flashed, and the strange puppet's body charred and fell down without decoration. The blood in Emlin's body no longer freezes and resumes its flow.
He quickly got rid of the stiffness and knew that the fool was still watching here, and asked in a low voice:
You need, no, what can I give to you?
He has always believed that Mr. Fool followed the rules of equivalent exchange, so he believed that if he asked for assistance, he had to pay a corresponding price.
After a brief silence, he saw the boundless grey fog and faint figures, and heard the majestic voice that was condescending:
That puppet.
OKEmlin took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the puppet, then dealt with the scene, and quickly left the East District.
After Klein carefully interfered with divination with paper man angels, he returned to the real world.
When he was about to continue sleeping, he was shocked to find that the moonlight outside was bright, like blood stained.
Hey... Klein walked to the window in confusion and looked outside. He saw that the crescent moon had turned round at some point, red like blood.
Another Blood Moon.
…………
Blood Moon?Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and walked steadily into the Thunder Church ahead, where he would report his work tomorrow.
In the middle of the island, at the top of the towering peaks, there is a church called Storm Abyss, which is the headquarters of the Storm Church and the temple in the temple.
Then he seemed to be in a shadow, floating on the wall and following Rusbatori quickly and silently.
The vampire has always been known for its speed. The two barons ran in the dark alleys and the edge of the dull streets. It took more than half an hour to reach the chaotic and dirty East Side and parked in front of an old apartment.
Seeing that Rusbatori chose to climb the pipeline and headed to the third floor with the least movement, Emlin slowed down and did not rush to stick behind the other party, because it was easy to be discovered.
After thinking carefully for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume-like bottle, unscrewed the lid, pressed it down, and sprayed the liquid inside on his body.
This potion has only one effect, that is, to eliminate its own odor, consistent with the surroundings!
After putting the bottle in his hand, Emlin took out another brass-colored metal bottle and drank the liquid inside cleanly.
‘Potion Professor’ is really troublesome… He muttered, and looked down and saw his hands becoming transparent inch by inch, and the brass-colored metal bottle seemed to float in front of the cuffs.
When Emlinser returned to the bottle, there was only a formal outfit, a top hat and a pair of leather shoes without buckles and straps left on the spot, forming a human form and moving around there.
Another fully transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floated in the air, pressed it on its own, and sprayed the potion inside onto the clothes with a sizzling sound.
The outlines of formal wear, top hats and leather shoes faded little by little, and eventually disappeared.
Emlin, who had completed invisibility, glanced at the room Rusbatori entered, climbed the pipe invisibly and silently, and chased after it at the extreme speed.
While the window was half open, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without any movement, hid in the corner, looking for the target as Rusbatori, who had a long face but very scent.
The latter's brows gradually frowned because it was empty, let alone people, there were not even mosquitoes that had begun to be active in the past week.
And this vampire baron can be sure that the Moon Puppet is here.
Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the solidified silence.
The door of the room then retreated, and a woman in a long black dress walked in slowly, looked at Rusbatori, and said in a vague tone:
Who are you looking for...
Emlin looked in the sound and saw that the visitor had a dark complexion, slender eyebrows, soft contour lines, and drooping corners of his mouth. It was Windsor, the target.
However, in Emlin's eyes, this devout believer of the Primitive Moon and her portrait have changed a certain way. Now her eyes are bent, her eyebrows are bent, and her mouth is bent, as if she is imitating the current crimson moon.
And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin all grew dry grass and flowers, one bush after another.
...Hiss, what exactly did Rusbatori sell her?How did it become like this?Emlin was startled and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up one by one.
Meanwhile, bushes of dead grass grew out on the ground, walls, doorways and ceilings, mixed with dry and wilted flowers.
They completely isolated the room from the outside world, creating a very strange scene.
Rusbatori smelled dangerously, and without trying to talk, he took out a small metal bottle without hesitation and drank the liquid inside.
Bang!
He threw the bottle down, dragged his body out of the shadow and rushed towards the mutated Windsor. His fingernails stretched out, and black air was lingering outside his body.
Windsor, inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers, was like a large rag doll, meeting it at the same speed, and grabbed Rumbatoli with one claw without caring about his injury.
Bang bang bang!
After a series of collisions, Rusbatori flew backwards and hit the wall.
His sleeves had been torn and scratches of bones could be seen on his skin.
And between the flesh and blood, dried dead grass and flowers are growing slowly!
What a monster Ah... Emlin met this kind of enemy for the first time and kept huddling in the corner and almost forgot to help.
He did not appear recklessly, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, observing the battle between Rusbatori and Windsor, while considering how to deal with this situation.
The weirdest thing is the dead grass and flowers...the dead grass and flowers...they should be afraid of fire!
Emlin's heart moved and immediately gave up invisibility. He took out another small metal bottle, unscrewed the lid, and drank it in.
With a puff, he spewed out all the liquid in his mouth.
When the gray-red water droplets encountered the air, they immediately exploded and a hot flame extended to the side.
Flames stacked with flames, flames connected with flames, instantly turning the room into a red ocean!
In the crackling sound, dried dead grass and flowers were ignited one after another and infected their companions at an extremely fast speed.
In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was almost destroyed, and the dead grass and dried flowers on Windsor also began to burn.
At this time, a big hole had been dug in Rusbatori's chest, losing most of her combat power, and was struggling to maintain it with the super recovery ability of the blood clan.
Looking at the torch-like enemy, Emlin keenly noticed the decline of the other party's aura, and without hesitation, pounced over and circled around Windsor, causing continuous attacks.
At the soles of his feet, black air rose, entangled towards the believer of the primitive moon, like a shackle of vitality.
Bang bang bang!Bang bang bang!
In the fierce and short sound, two figures suddenly approached.
All movements disappeared, and Emlin grabbed Windsor's throat with his left palm and lifted her up.
After hesitating for a second, he saw the other party's ferocious look and twisted the enemy's neck with a click.
Bang!
A small, slender puppet inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers fell to the ground from Windsor, and the flames in the room gradually subsided.
Emlyn pulled off Windsor's mutated head, turned her body, looked at Rusbatori, who was gasping violently, pressed her empty right hand on her chest, and bowed with a smile:
Thank you for your help.
Seeing Rusbatori suddenly become angry and unable to grab it, Emlin added a few words in a very good mood:
Remember to hand over that puppet and the extraordinary characteristics precipitated to Lord Nibais, they are very problematic.
After saying that, the black air condensed behind him and two illusory bat wings grew.
With a thud, Emlin turned around and flew out of the window and landed towards the dark alley nearby.
After stepping on the ground, he put away the condensed black air and looked back.
Seeing that Rusbatori did not follow, Emlin breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his fists to his mouth, and muttered while coughing:
I hate flames and smoke!
He was about to stay away from the East District when a chill suddenly broke out behind him.
Emlin suddenly tensed up, holding Windsor's mutated head, turned slowly, and looked at the shadow in the corner.
He first saw a very small black shadow standing there, and then he saw clearly what the other person looked like:
The body is as slender as a wooden stake, the eyes and mouth are curved into the moon, and the surface is inlaid with a lot of dead grass and dried flowers. It is the moon puppet in the room before!
It entangled me... What kind of item is this... It's still far from Lord Nibais's residence... It's really dangerous outside... Thoughts emerged in Emlin's mind, making his spine cold and his muscles tense.
As his thoughts flashed, he suddenly became inspired, stared at the moon puppet, and whispered in Guhemis:
Fools who do not belong to this era;
The mysterious master above the grey fog;
The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck...
…………
Who doesn’t sleep in the middle of the night?Klein turned over and sat up, rubbing his forehead with a little anger.
He quickly left the bed, walked four steps backwards, entered the gray fog, and sat in the position of the fool.
Emly White, this guy?Klein glanced at it, spreading his spirituality in confusion, touching the crimson stars representing the moon.
He immediately saw Emlin, who was stiff and saw the other party staring at a slender and weird puppet.
The puppet was covered with rich but illusory crimson moonlight, which rose and fell gently like a tide, connecting with something in the sky.
At this time, the crimson moonlight was spreading silently, covering Emlin White.
There is a problem... This puppet has a big problem... With the help of the gray fog, Klein saw more without hesitation and let the scepter of the Sea God leave the pile of debris and fly into his own hands.
The blue and blue gems at the top of the short bone rod light up one by one, emitting a dazzling light.
…………
After reciting Mr. Fool's name, after requesting assistance, Emlin felt that the already low-temperature blood was getting colder and colder, and gradually felt like it was condensed into frost.
This made his body stiffen quickly, and he watched the moon puppet come over with a swaying sway.
At this moment, the silver and white in the alley ran around, dispelling all the gloom and darkness.
Bang!
The lightning strangled into a ball and landed on the moon puppet, submerging it in silver.
The light flashed, and the strange puppet's body charred and fell down without decoration. The blood in Emlin's body no longer freezes and resumes its flow.
He quickly got rid of the stiffness and knew that the fool was still watching here, and asked in a low voice:
You need, no, what can I give to you?
He has always believed that Mr. Fool followed the rules of equivalent exchange, so he believed that if he asked for assistance, he had to pay a corresponding price.
After a brief silence, he saw the boundless grey fog and faint figures, and heard the majestic voice that was condescending:
That puppet.
OKEmlin took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the puppet, then dealt with the scene, and quickly left the East District.
After Klein carefully interfered with divination with paper man angels, he returned to the real world.
When he was about to continue sleeping, he was shocked to find that the moonlight outside was bright, like blood stained.
Hey... Klein walked to the window in confusion and looked outside. He saw that the crescent moon had turned round at some point, red like blood.
Another Blood Moon.
…………
Blood Moon?Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and walked steadily into the Thunder Church ahead, where he would report his work tomorrow.
In the middle of the island, at the top of the towering peaks, there is a church called Storm Abyss, which is the headquarters of the Storm Church and the temple in the temple.
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