Under the crimson but dim moonlight, Emlyn took out a small metal bottle, twisted the cap, and gulped it down.
Then, he seemed to turn into a shadow, floating on the wall and ground as he quickly and silently followed Rus Báthory.
The vampires had always been known for their speed. The two barons, one in front and one behind, ran through the dark alleys and the edge of the dark streets. It took them more than half an hour to reach the messy and dirty East Borough and stop in front of an old apartment.
Seeing that Rus Báthory had chosen to climb a pipe and use the least commotion to head to the third floor, Emlyn slowed down. He wasn't in a hurry to follow behind him, as it would be easy for him to be discovered.
After serious consideration for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume bottle, twisted the cap, and pressed down, spraying the liquid inside on himself.
This potion only had one effect — to eliminate one's own scent and make it conform to the surroundings!
Putting down the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out a brass metal bottle and gulped down all the liquid inside.
"Potions Professor sure is troublesome …" he mumbled as he looked down to see his hands turning transparent inch by inch. The brass metal bottle seemed to float in front of his sleeves.
By the time Emlyn stuffed the bottle back in, there was only a suit, a top hat, and a pair of leather shoes without buckles or straps. They formed a human shape as they moved around.
Another transparent perfume bottle flew out and floated in the air. It pressed on its own and sprayed the potion on the clothes with a sizzling sound.
The silhouette of the suit, top hat, and leather shoes faded bit by bit before finally disappearing.
Having completed his "invisibility," Emlyn glanced at the room Rus Báthory had entered. He silently climbed the pipe and chased after him at an extreme speed.
Taking advantage of the half-open window, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without a sound. He hid in a corner and looked at the thin but charming Rus Báthory in search of his target.
The latter gradually frowned because the place was empty. There weren't even any mosquitoes that had been active in the past week, much less a person.
And this Sanguine Baron was certain that the Moon Puppet was here.
Suddenly, a creaking sound rang out, breaking the frozen silence.
The door to the room opened, and a woman in a long black dress slowly walked in. She looked at Ruth Báthory and said in an ethereal tone, "You're not here.
"Who are you looking for …"
Emlyn looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person had dark skin, slender eyebrows, soft facial features, and a drooping mouth. She was none other than his target, Windsor.
However, in Emlyn's eyes, this devout believer of the Primordial Moon had changed to a certain extent from the portrait. Now, her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth were curled up, as though she was mimicking the current crimson moon.
Her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin were all covered with dried grass and flowers, clumps and clumps of flowers.
… Hiss, what did Ruth Báthory sell her? How did it become like this? Emlyn jumped in fright as he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
At the same time, clumps of dry grass, mixed with dried flowers, sprang up on the floor, walls, doorways, and ceilings.
They completely isolated the room from the outside world, creating a very strange scene.
Ruth Báthory smelled danger and didn't attempt to speak. Without any hesitation, he took out a metal bottle and gulped down the liquid inside.
Pa!
He threw the bottle and pounced at the mutated Windsor, leaving afterimages in his wake. His fingernails extended as black gas lingered around his body.
Windsor, who was covered in dried grass and flowers, was like a large rag doll. She charged forward at the same speed, ignoring her injuries as she grabbed at Rouen Báthory. Bang!
Bang! Bang!
After a series of collisions, Ruth Báthory was sent flying and slammed into the wall.
His sleeve had been torn off, and his skin was covered in bone scratches.
And between his flesh and blood, the dried grass and flowers were slowly growing out!
What a monster … This was the first time Emlyn had encountered such an enemy. He had been hiding in a corner the entire time, nearly forgetting to help.
He didn't rashly appear as all sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind. As he observed the battle between Ruth Báthory and Windsor, he considered how he should deal with such a situation.
The strangest thing is the withered grass and flowers … Withered grass and flowers … They should be afraid of fire! Emlyn's heart stirred as he immediately abandoned his invisibility. He took out another metal bottle, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
With a pfft, he spat out all the liquid in his mouth.
The moment the grayish-red water droplets encountered the air, they immediately ignited, extending out scorching flames.
The flames stacked on top of each other, instantly turning the room into a sea of scarlet!
Amidst crackling sounds, the dried grass and flowers were ignited one after another, quickly infecting their companions.
In just two to three seconds, the sealed environment was nearly destroyed, and the withered grass and flowers on Windsor's body began to burn.
At this moment, a huge hole had been dug in Ruth Báthory's chest. He had lost most of his combat strength, and he was relying on the Sanguine's powerful recovery abilities to barely hold on.
Looking at his torch-like enemy, Emlyn acutely sensed the weakening of his opponent's aura. Without any hesitation, he pounced over, circled around Windsor, and attacked repeatedly.
Black gas rose from the soles of his feet, wrapping around the Primordial Moon believer like shackles of vitality.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amidst the intense and short sounds, two figures suddenly approached each other.
All the commotion vanished as Emlyn grabbed Windsor's throat with his left hand and lifted her up.
After a second of hesitation, he snapped the enemy's neck when he saw her ferocious look.
Pa!
A slender puppet embedded with withered grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor's body to the ground. The flames in the room gradually subsided.
Emlyn pulled off Windsor's mutated head, turned around, and looked at the panting Ruth Báthory. He pressed his empty right hand to his chest and bowed with a smile.
"Thank you for your help."
Seeing Ruth Báthory instantly turn furious and powerless to snatch it, Emlyn added in a good mood, "Remember to hand that puppet and the Beyonder characteristic to Lord Nibbs.
"Remember to hand over the puppet and the Beyonder characteristic to Lord Nibbs. They're very problematic."
With that said, black gas condensed behind him, growing two illusory bat wings.
With a whoosh, the wings flapped, and Emlyn flew out of the window, landing in a nearby dark alley.
After landing firmly on the ground, he dispelled the condensed black gas and looked back.
Seeing that Ruth Báthory wasn't following, Emlyn heaved a sigh of relief. He clenched his fist to his mouth and mumbled as he coughed,
"I hate flames. I hate smoke!"
Just as he was about to leave East Borough, he suddenly felt a chill behind him.
Emlyn tensed up as he held Windsor's mutated head and slowly turned around to look at the shadows in the corner.
The first thing he saw was a small black figure standing there. Then, he saw the figure's face clearly.
Its body was slender like a wooden stake, and its eyes and mouth were curved into the shape of a moon. Its surface was embedded with withered grass and dried flowers. It was none other than the Moon Puppet in the room!
It's pestering me … What exactly is this item … This place is still very far from Lord Nibbs's residence … It's really dangerous outside … Thoughts surfaced in Emlyn's mind, sending a chill down his spine as his muscles tensed up.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he suddenly had an idea. He stared at the Moon Puppet and whispered in ancient Hermes:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck …"
…
"Who isn't sleeping in the middle of the night!" Klein sat up and rubbed his temples angrily.
He quickly left the bed, took four steps counterclockwise, and went above the gray fog, where he sat at the seat belonging to The Fool.
That fellow, Emlyn White? Klein glanced at him and spread his spirituality in puzzlement, touching the crimson star that represented the Moon.
He then saw the stiff Emlyn staring at a slender and strange puppet.
The puppet's body was draped with rich but illusory crimson moonlight. It gently undulated like a tide, forming a connection with something high in the sky.
At that moment, the crimson moonlight was silently spreading towards Emlyn White.
There's a problem … There's something wrong with this puppet … With the help of the gray fog, Klein didn't hesitate to let the Sea God Scepter leave the junk pile and fly into his hand.
The blue gems at the tip of the bone scepter lit up one after another, emitting a blinding light.
…
After chanting Mr. Fool's honorific name and requesting for help, Emlyn felt his already cold blood turn colder and colder, as though it was about to condense into frost.
This made his body quickly stiffen as he watched helplessly as the Moon Puppet swaggered over.
At that moment, silver streaked across the alley, dispersing all the gloominess and gloom.
Pa!
The lightning bolts twisted into a ball and landed on the Moon Puppet's body, drowning it in a silvery-white glow.
With a flash of light, the strange puppet's body was charred black as it fell to the ground, losing all its decorations. As for Emlyn, his blood was no longer frozen as it began to flow again.
He quickly extricated himself from his stiffness, and knowing that Mr. Fool was still watching him, he hurriedly asked in a low voice,
"What do you need, no, what can I offer you?"
He had always believed that Mr. Fool abided by the rules of equivalent exchange, so he believed that he had to pay a corresponding price for requesting help.
After a brief silence, he saw the endless gray fog and indistinct figures. He heard a dignified voice that looked down from above:
"That puppet."
"Alright." Emlyn took two steps forward and bent down to pick up the puppet. Then, he cleaned up the scene and quickly left East Borough.
As for Klein, he carefully used the Paper Angel to interfere with the divination before returning to the real World.
Just as he was about to continue sleeping, he was surprised to see that the moonlight outside was bright, as though it was dyed with blood.
Eh … Klein walked to the window in puzzlement and looked outside. He saw that the crescent moon had turned round at some point in time, and it was as red as blood.
Another "blood moon".
…
Blood Moon? Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and steadily walked into the Lightning Cathedral in front of him. This was where he would debrief tomorrow.
And in the middle of the island, at the peak of a towering mountain, there was a cathedral called the Abyss of Storms. It was the headquarters of the Church of the Storm's headquarters, the temple of the temples.
PS: Thank you, Silver Alliance Assassin Zhong Kui.
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