Chapter 116 The main plot is advanced
[Trigger the main quest: Scarlet Festival! 】
The first ring: The owner of the "Amber of Time" gallery in Amber City, Sir Beckman of Oil Painting, has planned a grand bloody painting exhibition. He plans to use the [A-level monster-Bone Gallery] to capture the leader of the "circus" and the asylum Special Commissioner Roderick and other supernatural beings in the wild had many spiritual powers, and turned all the guests present into oil paintings, strengthened the [Bone Gallery], and then fled away from home...
Just as he betrayed the "History and Ceremony Society" and took risks to rob the tomb of the Red Apple Church, stealing the artifacts made from the remains of Archbishop Monroe and designing to frame members of the Society, he was ruthless and ruthless.
But fate is a circle. Bishop Newman's self-sacrifice triggered the trap of the [Bone Gallery] in advance, attracting a terrifying existence...
Amber City was destroyed in just one thought.
Go to the place where it happened and stop it from happening.
Mission reward: 50,000 experience points, 100 gold pounds, 10 regional popularity points, 10 special attribute points and 1 blessing point.
"The main plot...is ahead of schedule?! Is this Sir Greaseman a madman?"
Chen Lun's face darkened.
Things have changed over at the gallery!
My divination in advance was wrong. Either the current sequence level was insufficient, or there was a higher sequence power, which distorted my prediction and resulted in misjudgment.
But no matter what the situation was, he had to leave immediately.
boom!
He spread his black wings, soared into the air, and disappeared into the sky across a black shadow.
Outside the church yard.
The noise here was so great that it attracted the attention of the surrounding residents, and they all ran towards it.
The five people from Polaris hid in the crowd and first received the notification that the first part of the mission was completed. Before they could be happy, they saw Mr. Jack flying away in a hurry.
Their intuition told them that maybe the matter was not over yet.
"——Follow me! Something big will definitely happen!"
Polaris sent a text message.
The group of five players pushed through the crowd and ran in the direction of Chen Lunfei.
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gallery.
The situation was overwhelming.
Seven or eight men and women in costumes controlled the guests present, and the man in a tuxedo was marking the prices for the guests one by one. Only a few people noticed that Beckman, who was standing at the door, suddenly made strange movements.
From the pool of blood seeping out of thin air under his feet, an easel slowly appeared.
Beckmann calmly picked up the brush, faced the guests present, and began to paint. The man in the tuxedo noticed something and suddenly turned back to glance at Beckman.
"Sir Grease, what are you doing?"
Tuxedo asked.
"Oh, I can't help but be inspired by this scene."
Beckman was smiling and minding his own painting.
The tuxedo stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his eyes and looked at the old man in costume beside him. The old man instantly understood what the leader meant, and holding the blood-stained dagger, he walked towards Beckman to see what he was doing.
Beckman was unmoved and didn't seem to care at all about the inspection. But when the old man in costume walked up to him, he was suddenly startled and his pupils shrank.
Because the old man suddenly saw the back of the leader on the canvas.
Beckman is painting specifically for the leader...
"Sir Grease, you...?"
The old man in costume spoke, just about to question.
boom! !
The door suddenly exploded from the outside.
A black light wave shot straight at him. The dark color distorted the light and attracted attention. It seemed to contain the extraordinary power of death. The light wave was extremely fast, hitting the old man in costume instantly and passing through his body.
Buzz!
The old man's face froze and he stood still. There was no visible damage on his body, but he had actually suffered heavy damage to his soul.
"Cough-poof!"
He spit out a mouthful of blood, turned his back to the sky, and fell to the ground.
Everyone present was shocked when they saw a group of uniformed investigators rushing in from outside. Even the investigators lurking among the guests took out their flintlock guns and confronted the men and women in costumes.
"Shelter...do you think I'm defenseless against you guys?"
The man in the tuxedo said calmly.
Roderick and Mona slowly walked into the gallery, and the guests did not dare to express their excitement.
"Unless you don't care about the life and death of these high-class figures, if you dare to act rashly, I will issue an order and they will all die."
Tuxedo said.
"Oh, really?"
Roderick looked at him indifferently.
The next moment.
Beckman waved his hand, and a gallery shadow appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Hua Hua...
Oil paintings passed in front of him like a revolving lantern. The last oil painting stopped, with a strange eye on it.
Beckman used a paintbrush to gently open the eyelids of the pupil in the painting, revealing the deep pupils of the three primary colors.
With a grunt, it glanced around at all the "circus" members present.
Buzz! !
During the strange fluctuations, the seven or eight men and women in costumes were shocked as if struck by lightning, and their orifices were bleeding. The daggers in their hands clattered to the ground, and then they fell down clutching their left chests tightly.
"A glance confuses the mind... Eight [Sequence 9] extraordinary people were killed at the same time. This is the power of the sequence in [Star Faction]. No wonder you can confuse Countess Bradley."
The man in the tuxedo narrowed his eyes and commented calmly.
It seemed that those who died just now were not his men, but a group of strangers.
"Sir Greasy, if you join forces with the shelter to deal with me, there will be no good results."
"Thank you for your concern, Captain. Compared with my own safety, I care more about whether I can paint you well."
Beckman's smile did not fade, and he raised his brush to continue composing the picture.
The man in the tuxedo lowered his head and glanced at his palms. He found that his spirituality was slowly passing away, faintly drifting towards Beckman's painting.
"You want to steal my power... ridiculous!"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
The shadows on the soles of his feet covered his entire body from bottom to top, and immediately took him away like ink.
The next second, he appeared from the shadow behind Beckman, put his fingers together, and stabbed him directly in the back of the heart.
"Quiet."
Roderick stretched out his five fingers, and the black light flashed.
The man in the tuxedo suddenly stiffened for a moment.
Bang bang bang bang...! !
The investigators on the scene raised their flintlock guns and focused fire on him.
There were a few muffled pops, and the lead bullet hit his body, but penetrated into the shadow. The man in the tuxedo snorted coldly and got back into the shadows.
In the sight of everyone present, his trace was lost.
"Sir Grease, if you ruin our plan, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be hunted to death..."
The gallery echoed with the voice of the man in a tuxedo.
Roderick frowned slightly, and Mona on the side whispered:
"The leader of this 'circus' is [Conspiracy Faction Sequence 7-Assassin]. He hides in the shadows and comes and goes without a trace. If we want to escape, there is nothing we can do..."
Beckman chuckled.
He once again summoned the shadow of the gallery, and a row of oil paintings passed by, finally stopping at that one——
"The Hammer" Ferry's portrait "The Indomitable".
"He can't escape."
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(End of chapter)