Klein worked his way up, using the faceless man's ability to deceive the guards one by one, until he reached the exit of the ruins in the divination prompt.

Cautiously passing through the stone door, Klein saw a wide open space similar to a hall. The dim sunlight pouring down from the dome proved that this was indeed the exit.

There is an altar in the center of the hall, with four hooded figures kneeling around it. Another figure also wearing a hood is speaking to a graceful woman with a deep voice:

"I smell something unexpected. Let's get started and get ahead of it."

The woman smiled softly and said in a voice as sweet as a nightingale:

"I need you to transport me to the East End."

Klein leaned against the corner, huddled in the shadows, and asked in a very low voice:

"If I rushed out and smashed the altar, do you think I could still get out alive?"

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

"I……"

I have forgotten the virtues of this fool! I have nothing to discuss with him.

The figure was blurry, and the beautiful woman could already see a bright and clear brilliance in the infinite distance. Suddenly her figure stagnated, and she suddenly got out of that strange state, and her figure became clear again in this dark hall.

With 12 eyes looking at the corner of the wall not far from the stone door, Klein walked out helplessly. But his muscles were tense and he was ready to launch a desperate charge at the enemy at any time in order to pass through the enemy's blockade and escape outside.

"Is it you? Why is it you again!"

Mr. A recognized the person who came, it was the little reptile that accidentally broke into his residence and escaped mysteriously.

"Haha, it turned out to be a little accident."

The beautiful woman only glanced at it, smiled nonchalantly, and continued:

"Mr. A, please take care of this. I have to get to the East District as soon as possible. If I can't teleport, it will take me a while to get there."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman hid her figure and disappeared into the hall.

"I sincerely invite you to witness the coming of our Lord."

"You are a lucky man. You will be gloriously integrated into the body of our Lord."

Mr. A showed an evil, crazy and bloodthirsty smile, but he did not immediately attack the little reptile.

Four of his attendants fell down one after another, and a strong spiritual brilliance suddenly lit up on the altar, accompanied by illusory sobs and whines, and waves of sadness, despair, pain, depression, and crazy negative emotions gathered together.

The waiting fuel lit the altar on fire with a bang.

Mr. A waited silently for a while, then suddenly raised his graceful eyebrows.

The negative emotions collected are so different from what was expected. What is that woman doing?

Klein looked at Mr. A silently facing the altar, his face gloomy.

Klein looked at the altar again. The terrifying aura that was constantly devouring negative emotions and getting stronger reminded him of Tingen, Megoos, and that light.

So he raised his ordinary revolver and pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang"

One after another, extraordinary golden and silver bullets were fired at the dark altar, and were swallowed up silently, like a drop in the bucket, like a mantis using its arm as a cart.

Mr. A glanced at Klein indifferently and disdainfully. Without stopping him, he faced the altar again. The extreme madness on the verge of destruction and the pious desire to dedicate everything to his faith gave Mr. A an eye-catching sense of evil beauty.

“The Lord who created all;”

"..."

a's voice is firm and fearless.

"I am willing to dedicate my body and let it serve as a container to bear your great will!"

I really hope that everyone can live with full expectation for tomorrow, instead of like this, Klein shouted feebly in his heart.

His sweat-stained palm suddenly touched a cold object. Without thinking, Klein pulled it out and threw it towards the altar.

"Holy shit! I've only just been back for an hour!"

A golden parabola cuts through a space full of depravity and filth, like a grenade with the fuse pulled out.

"boom!"

The altar that Mr. A had been working so hard on for a long time exploded.

Mr. A and his master were so angry that they almost exploded.

The light and shadow on the altar blended with reality and continued to distort, and finally collapsed into a pitch-black mass, as if it had reached its extreme. Suddenly, the huge power of destruction suddenly exploded, and the entire rock wall of the exit below vibrated.

Like a cat that had stolen a fish and was being chased, Klein deftly bypassed the obstacles with a few leaps and escaped out of the ruins underneath.

Wang Zichuan felt that he had a concussion. He had just heard the natural sounds of the True Creator that could make his ears pregnant.

So annoying!

Why didn't Deathly Cree add a soundproofing formation when he first refined this broken lamp?

"I will be buried in this ruins today and will never be able to get out again. I will not look for the second generation of the dead man!"

…

The desperate nightingale quickly rushed to the East District through some preset means.

"Let's start from here."

The stunning woman in a pure white robe raised her lips and showed the most charming smile.

Iron-black mist slowly overflowed from her body, gradually blending into the thick yellow haze.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The loud and eerie sound of a baby crying came from the distant void.

The invisible cages with black grids trapped the Despair Nightingale in the middle. In an instant, gaps were opened in the black shadows, and countless bloodshot eyeballs were densely packed, all looking at the Despair Nightingale.

In mid-air, a tall woman sat on a seat woven from pea vines, looking calmly at the desperate nightingale.

"Queen of Mystery!"

Black flames suddenly rose and coiled around the holy robe, resisting the power of freezing the soul.

"Why are you here?"

"Backlund's affairs cannot hinder the king of the sea."

Bernadette had no intention of answering, and a spear of ancient style, stained with dark red bloodstains all over its body, and exuding a strong aura of destruction, condensed out.

As soon as the spear took shape, it shot towards the desperate nightingale in the cage with a "whoosh" sound.

With an unparalleled intention of destruction, the spear suddenly penetrated the body of the white-robed woman.

With a "crash", the woman in white robe was shattered into pieces, and the fragments of the mirror were scattered on the floor.

The desperate Nightingale took the opportunity to escape from the cage. Her pupils flashed silvery white, and a light blue crystal ice spear formed in an instant and was thrown at Bernadette in the air without hesitation.

Wherever the spear passed, white frost condensed, freezing the world, spreading the ultimate chill. Layers of ice condensed, and Bernadette and her pea vines were frozen in the crystal.

Bernadette and the ice suddenly shattered into a sky full of stardust, and her figure condensed on the other side.

Despair Nightingale took advantage of the gap between attacks to hide herself. She did not intend to continue fighting with the Mysterious Queen. She just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Whether it is to continue spreading disease or to escape from Backlund as soon as possible, it is a top priority. The new cardinal of the Church of Storms may have already been attacked by the wind.

A low horn sound suddenly sounded, and the surrounding space violently turbulent under the superposition of destructive sound waves. The desperate Nightingale inside felt that her body was also trembling, and there was a tendency that it would break into powder at any time.

Another mirror shattered, and the figure of the desperate nightingale appeared at the end of the alley. Just when she was about to shoot out black flames, ignite the surrounding houses and diseases, and stop the mysterious queen, a man wearing a belt suddenly appeared beside her.
Chapter completed!