Chapter 1513 The Beguiler and the Clown
Amidst the thunder and lightning, what appeared outside the gate of Thunderstone Church was a humanoid puppet wearing a funny red and white clown suit. It looked thin and long, with both arms and legs. It is made of old brown wood, with a red pointed hat on its oval head, a long nose, and longer ears. The lower jaw is carved into a square, the eyes are made like windows, and there are paintings on the cheeks. Two vortexes.
In the fleeting glare of lightning, the puppet seemed to be smiling, but that dull smile gave people a creepy feeling.
“Are you complaining that I didn’t say hello to you beforehand?”
The Beguiler seemed to be no stranger to puppets. After saying something softly, he turned around and picked up a new match. Use it to light the last candle.
The puppet froze in place for a while, then suddenly with a click, it raised its left foot, then its left hand, then it took a step forward, then its right foot and right hand.
It took two steps in this ridiculous but weird manner.
It was still windy and rainy outside Thunder Stone, but not a drop of water touched the puppet. Just when it was about to step into the church for the third step, the bewitcher suddenly spoke while looking at the bronze clock. It was even worse than before. For indifference.
“Old friend, you were the one who first instigated Eldra to get that person involved. I have already exposed this matter, but you can’t push it too far. I already know that it was you who sent that person to Comoros. The news was told to the fraudster.”
The puppet stopped and hung his left foot on the doorframe.
Then the Bewitcher turned around with his hands behind his back.
“I know you don’t want anyone to touch that secret, but the matter is at this point. I can only promise not to involve you in it, but the premise is that you don’t get into trouble yourself, let alone get involved with fraudsters. "Hook up, hook up, hook up."
The puppet looked at the bewitcher blankly, and suddenly his feet moved slightly, as if he was about to step over the door frame.
"Also, don't touch my bottom line——"
Although this sentence was said in a very light tone, its meaning was very important. I saw the shadow of the deceiver suddenly appeared. The wall continued to lengthen and expand, as if it had turned into a terrifying warrior wearing a laurel wreath, armor, and huge claws on his arms. His powerful oppression made all the candlelights sway.
"Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the kindness of borrowing books in the past, the gatekeeper of the black library!"
At the last few words, the bewitcher's voice has become like rolling thunder with echoes, even overpowering Lightning and thunder outside the church.
The clown puppet shook a few times and retracted its legs.
Then, its wooden jaw opened and closed, making a sound like some funny tune.
“Do you think you can keep those secrets tightly wrapped? Why do you think I would go to the Deceiver? Because your arrogance may release that powerful existence back into the galaxy, Maybe then we will all have to face the wrath of "it".
The Bewitcher just chuckled at this, and the threatening back disappeared, but his slender body began to emit golden light.
"You actually say that I am arrogant? My arrogance is not one tenth of yours. After all, even if the knife is pressed against your throat, you will continue to play your boring game and just take care of you. It's fine if you are your own people, but we are working hard for the entire galaxy."
"Haha, you are still as despicable and reckless as when you were a human, and you only seek knowledge that is powerful enough to be used as a weapon. , Use power recklessly, not caring about the destruction that has been caused."
"Sometimes there is no perfect choice."
The puppet suddenly laughed.
"Perhaps one day you will realize what mistakes you have made, but after all, that day has not yet arrived, so before that, just look forward to the coming darkness."
After speaking, The puppet shook its head and turned around, disappearing into the storm with creaking steps -
The Beguiler stared at the other party's back, and then looked back at the stagnant bronze bell.
"It is still unclear who will win." He finally said this ancient Terran famous saying, and then turned around. At this time, a figure in a brown cloak suddenly appeared at the end of the front hall. .
The confused person meandered past the other party and said softly:
"Let's go, let us give him a ride."
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Under the evil and twisted sky of an unknown world, blood is splashing everywhere. The desolate plain is covered with the dead and the dying injured. Only some of them have humanoid bodies, and most of the others are extraordinary. A creation of man.
Many of them are hybrids of humans and beasts, while others are beings that violate the laws of matter and darkness.
On the battlefield, two figures stood tall and straight, standing against the twisted creatures that were howling around them.
One of them was wearing midnight blue armor, a bloody bat-winged helmet, and was holding a huge chain saw halberd. The corpses under his feet had been piled up to the height of his knees.
The other person is wearing thick black armor, but the palms of his feet are dazzling white. There are a lot of feather pendants on his body. His helmet is a silver crow image. He holds a gun in one hand and a gun in the other. Holding a sword.
Suddenly a flash of light flashed, and a beast-like demon jumped out from the cracks in reality.
Its body was blue, its limbs were long and thin, its deformed face showed a scowl, and etheric energy crackled in its knobbly hands.
The Crow Helmet fired a shot between its eyes, and the beast exploded, flashing colorful lights, and immediately split into several small burning monsters.
They dragged flames and hovered in the air, but were killed by precise bullets.
"It has to be over as soon as possible."
"You think I don't want to."
The Bat Helmet replied with a mocking tone, and then like a thunderbolt passed through the chaos On the battlefield, smashing the enemies in the way, rushing towards a roaring immortal beast - this is a menacing monster, quite huge, the sulfur-colored animal skin on its body is full of scars, on both sides of its broad head Each has three eyes, blinking constantly.
The beast saw him coming and turned to meet him with its ax raised.
But the movement of the beast was so great that Bathelm had the opportunity to jump onto its broad back and pierce the head of the halberd into the flesh.
Under the agitation of the sawtooth, the beast dropped the weapon in pain and used his bare hands to grab the enemy on its back, but the Bat Helmet had already firmly grasped his prey, and he directly used that Bladed arms twisted around the base of its skull, and although the beast's bull-like neck was as thick as a tree trunk, the force of the enemy on its back was even more terrifying.
Amidst the crackling sound of the dead tree shattering, the beast's spine was broken and it fell to the ground. The fighting spirit of the surrounding enemies was also gone, and the battle became a one-sided massacre.
After a while, it was all over.
"Okay, the last head."
Crow Helm walked up, glanced at the fallen beast, then swung his sword to cut off its head and held it in his hand.
“Go back and resume your life.”
The two figures left the bloody battlefield and began to cross the desolate land.
(End of this chapter)