Chapter 69: There’s a more ruthless one coming over there
It’s the night of July 8th.
A black car stopped at the door of Wayne Detective Agency. The servant knocked on the door according to the two short and one long code. After three times, he lowered the birdcage covered with black cloth.
Also included was a large pack of rat strips.
Wayne climbed over the wall and carried the birdcage into the house. He was speechless. Where did the secret code come from? Veronica told it, or the servant himself added it.
It's small and unique, but has a lot of drama.
He placed the birdcage on his desk and lifted the black cloth to see the real little chic.
It's still that fresh and refined face that makes people's fists harden just by looking at it.
Wayne opened the birdcage, and the snowy owl got out on its own. It didn't like the cramped birdcage, and rotated its head 270 degrees to find a suitable place to settle.
After looking at it, it seemed that the top of Wayne’s head was more suitable.
Flap your wings and take off...
Wayne pressed his head and suppressed it.
Where are you going, kid?
Wayne looked condescendingly at Snowy Owl, took out a rat strip and handed it over: "From today on, your name is Ashue, do you understand?"
As night messengers cultivated by the Three Goddesses Alliance, owls possess considerable wisdom. They can understand the language of magicians. After developing sufficient tacit understanding, owls can communicate directly with their owners.
The Snowy Owl is a veteran among the messenger birds, with a face that needs a beating. He hasn't been beaten to death in so many years, so he should be smarter.
Wayne held the rat strip and waited. As long as the other party spoke, it would be regarded as acquiescing to the name.
The snowy owl didn't speak, but looked at Wayne with squinting eyes. Its out-of-this-world temperament made Wayne couldn't help but itch his fists. He snorted coldly: "There are two types of acceptance, one is for your own dignity, and the other is I’ll help you show your dignity, be honest, and don’t force me to let my dog bite you.”
The Snow Owl still didn't speak, and narrowed his eyes to prepare for sleep.
"Abin, come in."
Wayne was happy. If you put it on other magicians, it is a good thing that the letter bird has the same personality as its master. If you put it on him, today he and Snow Owl must change their past.
When Abin heard his master's call, he happily ran into the office through the back door, wagging his tail, sniffed the smell of rat strips in the air, and immediately looked disgusted.
The snowy owl opened its golden eyes wide and looked at Abin in a daze, with an anthropomorphic expression of surprise on its little round face.
"Give it something awesome..."
Wayne stopped mid-sentence. Without him, the snowy owl opened its mouth to hold the rat strip, raised its leg and pressed it with its paw, and started eating it slowly.
So fast!
You are too cowardly!
Wayne felt that he had chosen the wrong messenger. With his character, he would never give up in the face of torture without even frowning.
"Master, will you continue walking the dog tonight?" Abin asked expectantly.
"Idle time is also free. I take a walk, go to the cemetery in the first half of the night, and go to the subway station in the second half of the night."
Wayne plans to take the sewer route tonight. Lundam's sewer line is nearly 2,000 kilometers long, with rainwater and sewage diverted, and flood control and drainage channels are very wide. Because of the complicated terrain, the sewer committee that coordinates construction and management can't figure out what the underground of their house looks like. They often walk from the sewer to the air-raid shelter, and then turn around and think, hey, we're at the subway station.
Wayne was looking forward to this unexplored virgin land and fantasized about riding a horse in the sewers.
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. He plans to open up a few routes tonight, and then gradually explore new routes, so that when he is chased by a strong enemy, he can escape him in the sewer.
Wayne: No one knows sewers better than me!
"Axue, you stay to look after the house tonight. The rat bars are on the table. Remember not to eat too much."
In the backyard, Wayne gave an order, raised his hand in the air, and the muscular undead horse jumped out from the cracks in the thick fog.
He mounted his horse and shook his head. Before he could pull out the Shadow Nightmare, his whole body was covered by the gray vortex and turned into a death knight with a skull head.
Abin jumped out of the courtyard wall, and Wayne followed closely behind him, leaving Ashue squatting at the door of the backyard.
A pair of big eyes were wide open.
"Death...Knight..."
"He's a Death Knight?!"
"Impossible. His magic power is so pure and has never been touched by death. How can he be the proudest knight of death? He should be the best one favored by the gods."
Ashue murmured and guessed to himself: "Maybe the knights of God are like this, they can perfectly hide their beliefs. The death knight appeared in Lundan and secretly broke into the Church of Nature... Do you want to remind them?"
"Forget it, it's not the Church of the Sun, what does it have to do with me."
Just as he was thinking about it, a strong crisis arose in Ashue. He was chosen by the Death Knight and became the other party's messenger. This was no coincidence.
The death knight found the stronghold of the Sun Goddess believers, saw through its identity, and prepared to use it to attack the Sun Church.
"That's not right. If that's the case, there's no need for him to expose himself..."
"Besides, I am willing to come out with him."
Ashue's little round face showed anthropomorphic confusion. It may be true or false. This question is too difficult and it can't figure it out.
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cemetery.
Wayne galloped wildly on his horse. His super learning ability and his dexterous body without fat allowed him to learn the best riding skills in a short time, and he became a master of riding skills almost like a self-taught master.
The sparring partners are old men and women who stay up late at night. Seeing that they are all energetic and emotionally stable, I guess they have no complaints.
Wayne has made rapid progress, which is certainly due to Yulia's own characteristics. Rivers, lakes, and cliffs are all as smooth as walking on flat ground. The undead war horse ensures that the owner will not fall off the horse, which also proves Wayne's talent.
Talent in death!
Believers of the goddess of death came to visit, and it was not without reason that one of the three representatives of the goddess, Observer Griu, personally came to recruit them.
If the previous Death Knight died, Wayne would most likely become the new Death Knight.
Without further ado, Wayne was proficient in horsemanship in the cemetery and figured out how to use the Shadow Nightmare. With Yulia at his side to guide him, he could just copy what his predecessor had done.
The death in Wayne's body is not one, but subdivided into two kinds of eternity.
One comes from the shadow nightmare, focusing on curses, manipulating the mind, and causing the enemy's mind to fall into an eternal nightmare.
The other one comes from the small town of Kafuno, focusing on tranquility. This tranquility is like suspending time, keeping the enemy's thinking at the moment when he was hit by the sword.
Compared with these two powerful death attributes that directly attack the mind, the other attributes such as awakening the dead, corrupting the body, and immortality are more like additional effects.
After all, the same sentence remains, thinking is the key.
Victory is won by severely damaging the enemy's thinking, and there are many ways to die depending on your own thinking.
"Unfortunately, my magic power is not strong enough, and my thinking is not strong enough. Even with the bonus, I cannot fully exert the power of the two kinds of death." Wayne regretted.
Encouraged by licking dogs and horses, he quickly cheered up.
No more talking, it’s time to roll up. Only by rolling up can we open up a new world. …
At this time, outside the cemetery, more than ten figures were hidden in the mist.
With the help of the cover of fog, they blended perfectly into nature. Their breath was restrained and watertight. Unless they were observed face to face with the naked eye, their presence would not be felt at all.
The leading priestess was Simone Emily. She took off her priestly robes, put on light and smart clothes, and led Londan's scalpel elite to investigate the cemetery.
Simon has already surrendered to Xifei, and to show his loyalty, he cut off his long hair and replaced it with the same short hair style as Xifei.
A haircut alone was not enough to gain Xifei's trust. She sent Simon a task. The cemetery here was haunted in the middle of the night. There were signs of the coffin being moved and the soil being turned over. A suspected death knight was walking nearby, asking Simon to confirm the information. reliability.
So Simone, who rarely leaves the office, went to the front lines and handpicked what she considered the ten best scalpels.
The Lundan Division was established later than the Paris Division, and the strength of the inherited scalpel organization is also much weaker. In addition, the Dark Knight was raging some time ago, and Lundan's scalpel organization suffered heavy losses, leaving Simon with few options. Pull out the general.
It is impossible to challenge a death knight alone, unless you are dreaming. In a dream, it is possible to triumph with the death knight's head.
The reality is that the death knights cut off everyone's heads and stuck them in a row on the fence.
Xifei knew, and Simon also knew that tonight's action was nothing more than a vote of honour, and you couldn't just talk, you had to show sincerity.
If she encounters a death knight's horse, Simon can retreat at any time without being punished. Not only is there no punishment, but there is also a reward. She brings back vital information.
Simon looked at the windy cemetery not far away, and made a silent gesture. The ten scalpel members dispersed in the queue, hiding themselves and engaged in exploration and security work respectively.
Low risk does not mean no risk, Simon always keeps this in mind, only timid magicians will live longer.
A scalpel elite puts his hands on the ground, connects his mind to the vegetation, magnifies his field of vision through the roots of the vegetation, and explores the cemetery in all directions without blind spots.
In perception, the cemetery is surrounded by greenery, but the center of the cemetery is dark, and the field of vision is blocked, making it impossible to break through this layer of darkness.
It is understandable that there is more or less the smell of death lingering in the cemetery. Life rejects this smell and subconsciously avoids it. It is unreasonable to see clearly.
At Simon's signal, the scalpel elite took out a glass bottle, poured the pollen into the palm of his hand and gently blew it away.
The pollen that cannot be observed by the naked eye drifts away, guiding the elite's vision to successfully enter the cemetery.
During the whole process, no one used magic power. As far as infiltration is concerned, they are all experts.
"Hohohoho——"
The strange wind whizzed across the ground, ruffling the green grass and rustling, and the tree shadows shook violently, reminding the group that the crisis was approaching.
The scalpel elite whispered: "There is an undead dog, which is basically consistent with the vicious dog next to the death knight in the intelligence. Three months ago, the urban legend of this vicious dog appeared in Lundan City. For the first time, it was mentioned in Pet Asylum, but this information needs to be verified.”
The elite told the information with an expressionless face, waiting for Simon's next command.
"Can we see more?" Simon suppressed his surprise. He wanted to confirm the whereabouts of the undead horse, but he was afraid that his men would really see the death knight.
"There is only the undead evil dog. It seems to have sensed my sight and is searching around. Now is the best time to retreat." Elite said.
"retreat!"
Simon didn't hesitate.
Tonight's mission was declared completed. It was confirmed that the undead evil dog was indeed responsible, and it also brought back an important piece of information.
There are many magical beings wandering in the thick fog of Lundan. Whenever night falls, the fog will provide shelter for these magical beings.
Several churches have joined forces to eliminate batches of magical beings, and have set up barriers to ensure the safety of citizens at night. However, there are always some magical beings sneaking into Lundan City through the cracks, and the undead evil dog may be one of them.
It occupies the cemetery and is considered territory.
As for why the undead evil dogs are involved with the death knight, perhaps it is because bones always attract each other.
Simon sensed the crisis and did not want to stay long. He retreated directly with the scalpel elite. She walked in the middle and was responsible for being protected.
"Hohohoho——"
Accompanied by a low roar, the omnipresent mist rolled violently, gathering from the distance around the cemetery, turning into wandering poisonous snakes, twisting and searching for something.
The group stopped and tried to hide their aura as much as possible, but the fog was not just for sensory exploration, it could also be observed to a certain extent on the physical level.
Several thoughtful elites immediately realized that they had been exposed and what the undead dog's roar was calling for.
"Retreat immediately!"
The two elites set up Simon, who had a touching sense of combat, and the remaining elites joined forces to open up the protective barrier, pushing away the fog like overcoming obstacles and speeding up the evacuation.
They have rich combat experience and decisive execution. If there are no accidents, they will definitely be able to evacuate safely tonight.
Wow!
The poisonous mist snakes twisted into sharp claws and gnawed at the protective barrier like canine teeth. Every impact left scratches visible to the naked eye on the barrier.
In just ten seconds, hundreds of scratches appeared.
The magic power of the elites is declining rapidly, and the terrifying undead evil dogs are powerful, especially the ability to control the mist with this hand, which is simply unbelievable.
In terms of strength, the Undead Dog is not only a magical life born in the fog, but also has the blessing of the Death Knight.
Click!
They bit and gnawed at the barrier with bloody mouths. The force became stronger and stronger, and the offensive became more and more fierce. The elites realized that someone must stay to break the queen. They ignored the pale Simon. Five people broke the queen, and the five people used all their strength. Breakout.
Of course, they still brought along their nominal leader Simon.
boom!
The moment the barrier was shattered, tangled vines erupted from the soil and grew into a giant more than ten meters tall, holding up the mist to block the bites of ferocious dogs from all directions.
The afterimage galloped across the ground, rushing towards the edge of the thick fog.
The elites analyzed that the fog controlled by the undead dogs has a certain range. If they successfully break through, they can leave the field dominated by the undead dogs, and then they can better counterattack.
The elites who stayed behind were not in a hurry. They had all experienced more dangerous scenes. At that time, the high priest was able to escape the pursuit of the Dark Knight because of the scalpel mechanism.
Suddenly, the fog suddenly dissipated, and the hazy moonlight poured down.
The pressure was greatly reduced, and the terrifying atmosphere came to an abrupt end. The five elites who were behind the scenes looked at the vicious dog in front of them in surprise, wondering why the other party stopped attacking.
What surprised them even more was that their colleagues, who had finally escaped, used a faster retreat speed than before to bring Priest Simon back.
Do you want to go too far? We have tried our best to create a breakout opportunity for you, can't you cherish it!
Facing the angry looks of their colleagues, the five people who turned back were extremely helpless.
If you go in the wrong direction, there's a tougher one coming over there, and you can't get out.
Under the moonlight, the sound of horse hooves can be heard clearly.
The death knight stood sideways on his horse, his skull head shrouded in black mist, and a pair of beating white flames looked at them.
A heavy voice sounded:
"Don't leave, stay and add some food!"
(End of chapter)