Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 25 Medici's long-distance eye contact
Yagel ruthlessly summoned the messenger at the gate of the manor, and sank into the purple portal opened by the messengers without looking back.

Of course he couldn't help it.

But not to go in today.

The strength of that blond Extraordinary is extraordinary, or in other words, calling him an Extraordinary is an understatement.

Yager recalled the resistance that was vaguely similar to spying on the true God when he tried to open his spiritual vision.

According to the knowledge he obtained from the god of steam and machinery, the opponent is at least a complete mythical creature, completely out of the category of human beings, and may be one step away from the true god.

However, he was still not prepared to give up the open hook set by the opponent.In fact, what's inside is tempting enough in itself.

How do you say that?When you know the trap, the trap is no longer a trap, but a game.

When he's ready, he rushes in and cuts off that evil spirit's dog's head.

In the middle of the ripples of the portal, Yagel took a last look at the manor coldly, and his figure completely disappeared in place.

……

Under the ground, the handsome young man sitting on the bronze bench seemed to feel something, and his hands trembled unconsciously for a moment.

Immediately, a hollow gash appeared on the right side of his cheek.

"What? Medici, are you afraid of the cold air now?" There was an unpleasant chuckle from the opening.

The cold, dank atmosphere of the basement made this statement all the more ironic.

With the appearance of this voice, the left side of the young man's face also opened a mouth: "No, maybe his brain is frozen."

In the dark basement, Medici opened his eyes impatiently, and his translucent body described his current inhuman state.

"Shut up," he said hoarsely, "because the bad breath of you two fucking idiots makes my stomach sick."

His excellent cursing ability made him shut the mouths of the left and right faces as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, as evil spirits, what they need most is time.

After a brief silence, the two mouths let out even louder sarcasm.

The empty space was quickly filled with noise.

Medici adjusted his sitting posture irritably, and responded a few words casually, which made the scolding battle in this basement worse.

However, while he opened his mouth to output, he stared at the dilapidated scenery in front of him that seemed to be eternal, with a trace of doubt in his heart.

Was the trembling an early warning given to him by his spirituality?
He is already dead, so what warning can there be?

……

A few hundred meters away, a carriage was driving on Backlund's central street.

Most of the carriages that are currently popular in the Loen Kingdom use the style designed by Emperor Roselle back then. Inside the carriages are set up face-to-face double booths, covered with simple cloth cushions.

This kind of carriage is more than twice as expensive as the open-air covered carriages that are common at the pier, but gentlemen in Backlund usually choose this style to ensure that their carefully groomed hairstyles will not be disturbed by the wind.

Therefore, Klein had to be kidnapped and paid double the money.

Unfrugal Loen consumer culture.

Every time he got into the carriage, he would swear in his heart like this.

And now, he and the pale-faced Miss Sharon were sitting face to face in the carriage, even though he couldn't see the lady unilaterally.

Today's turbulent and magnificent trip to the East District obviously made him very worried.

On the surface, Klein watched the street at night through the car window expressionlessly, but actually his heart was already turbulent.

His anxiety revolved around the bishop he had spelled 10 minutes earlier, and the bishop's subsequent disappearance.

The good news is that although he accidentally let the bishop listen to the voice of the real creator, the demigod had no intention of haggling with him, and even left the scene after completing the agreement with him.

The bad news is that Bishop might not be exactly normal.

Without any abnormal appearance, Klein had to consider the possibility that the bishop was a cult follower.Although it is far-fetched to connect the bishop with the Aurora Order, it is even more far-fetched to leave the demigod intact from the Creator's "Gospel".

Not even angels.

In any case, there should be some spreading tentacles, and it is not surprising that they even lost control.

That's a real god!
What bothered him even more was the figure that appeared afterward.

When Yager questioned the direction of the church, Klein was still under the influence of the real Creator, so he couldn't complete the movement of looking back.By the time he fully recovered, the two had already disappeared in the nearby neighborhood.

However, he had a faint feeling.

That new person may be a high-sequence powerhouse with the same path as 0-08.

Otherwise, this series of coincidences is too difficult to explain. When he met the bishop in the East End, he threw it and just hit the bishop's spell, and Rosago who had been chasing him.

Thinking of this, Klein's mood slowly sank to the bottom.

If we want to pick out the one he hates the most among all the sequences, the 0-08 path bears the brunt.

It couldn't be more painful.

"Snapped."

A cold touch suddenly came from Klein's back, pulling him out of the sad emotions in his heart, and a pale bony hand rested on his shoulder.

Purple ripples flooded.

A young man in a gray windbreaker stepped out from the narrow gap behind him, and his leather boots left dark brown marks on the wooden floor.

Yagel, who was teleported, sat on the left side of the seat.

"Good night." He casually greeted Klein.

Klein forced a guilty smile at the demigod: "Good night."

"Has the matter been resolved?" He turned his head to look at Klein.

"Yes, thank you very much."

"That's good," Yagel nodded, and didn't mention the previous spell. "Because there was another transcendent nearby, I left to deal with it. I didn't come in time to clean up the scene. As long as there is no accident."

From the chase just now, he is at least 90.00% five confident that the new Extraordinary is the culprit for the series of bad things he encountered.

The remaining 5.00% is humility.

"No, Miss Sharron and I have already dealt with it. The spirit left by the deceased has been erased, but the body is still in place." Klein replied.

"Ok."

Yagel continued to nod.

The Fool's Favored One is still very credible at present, at least since he met him, his spiritual vision has proved that this Favored One has never lied.

Correspondingly, the Fool's reputation in his heart has also increased a lot.

After receiving the three thousand pounds entrusted by him twice, the Tarot Society will become the benefactor of the impoverished tentacle monster.

Only some poor poor gods are about to eat dirt.

He opened his mouth to ask for money.

However, during the few short minutes when Yager appeared, the carriage suddenly slowed down, and finally stopped slowly on Backlund's Central Avenue.

Klein, who was sitting on the right, looked outside in surprise.

Under the crimson moonlight, several church carriages parked close together, blocking the road from Central Avenue to Midtown.Surrounding them, Beyonders wearing the uniforms of various churches are setting up checkpoints and patrolling in twos and threes.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao has arrived.

Klein smiled wryly.

The investigation of the corpses left in place came.

"Knock down."

After the carriage door rang twice, someone pulled it open from the outside.

"May the goddess bless you." A young man who looked rather tired greeted the two of them.

(End of this chapter)