Chapter 123 Extraordinary Battle

Outside the glass window, the garden is overgrown, dilapidated and gloomy, the river flows darkly, reflecting a little bit of starlight, and the nearby houses reveal a warm and warm glow.

Everything was extremely quiet, as if welcoming the coming of night.

Trissy's facial features are not exquisite in a single look, but they are extremely beautiful when combined, she looks away, walks quickly to the coat rack, and takes off a black robe with a hood.

She quickly put on the garment, buttoned it, fastened the belt, and flipped the hood, transforming herself into an assassin.

Triss raised her right hand and wiped it in front of her face, instantly making the face covered by the hood hazy and blurred.

Immediately afterwards, she reached out and twisted a handful of fluorescent powder from the dark pocket at her waist, and sprinkled it on herself in conjunction with the spell.

Triss' figure began to disappear inch by inch, and the outlines seemed to be drawn with a pencil, completely erased by an eraser.

After completing her invisibility, she left this bedroom without a sound, went to the opposite room, and pushed open the window without guardrails.

With a light jump, Triss stood on the window sill, looking down at the lawn behind the small building, looking down at the iron fence that almost melted into the night, and looking down at "Corpse Collector" Frye who was quietly climbing over the wall.

She took a deep breath, fell down like a feather, and stepped on the lawn without a sound.

Wearing a black windbreaker and carrying a special revolver, Frye, with a high nose and thin lips, carefully looked around, looking for any unjust souls or evil spirits that might appear.

He can see these things directly!

Triss quietly approached Frye, and walked around behind him. At some point, she had a dagger painted with "black paint" in her hand.

puff!

She shot like a swift wind, stabbing the dagger into Frye's back.

But at this moment, what she saw suddenly shattered, shattered like a hallucination.

Triss found herself still standing on the windowsill, still looking down at the lawn and the iron fence.

It's just that outside the fence, there is no longer only "Corpse Collector" Frye, but also Leonard Mitchell aiming at the window sill, and Dunn Smith with his eyes closed, pressing between his eyebrows, and half-arched body, Around this Nighthawk captain, there seemed to be circle after circle of invisible ripples swaying.

Triss' pupils shrank, realizing that it was just a dream, and she fell asleep at some point!

pong! pong! pong!

Leonard and Frye fired a total of three shots, accurately hitting the invisible target who seemed to be still awake from the dream.

Click!

The outline of Triss' figure emerged, first cracked, and then turned into fragments, turning into rough silver mirror fragments!

Inside the house, she turned around and sprinted after using the substitute spell, along the corridors and stairs, until she reached the first floor.

Woo! In this layer, the wind blows so coldly that people will be frozen forever, and invisible and transparent figures wander in every place blankly and numbly.

Triss, who had lost her invisibility effect, would lose her body temperature every time she passed through such a ghost-like existence. When she finally reached the altar, she was shivering uncontrollably.

The altar is a round table with a statue of a god carved from white bones in the center.

This statue is the size of a normal adult man's head, with only vague outlines of eyebrows and eyes, it seems to be a beautiful woman.

Her hair stretched from her head to her ankles, each root was clear and thick, like a poisonous snake with tentacles.

And on the top of each hair, there is also an eye, which may be closed or opened, densely packed.

There are many puppets piled up messily around this evil god statue, rough puppets with names and corresponding information written on them, for example, Joyce Meyer.

There are three candles on the round table, flickering dim yellow and green flames in the cold and howling wind.

Triss bowed to the statue,

Quickly recite the mantra in his mouth.

Then she pushed the puppet away, extinguished the candle, and picked up the idol.

Woo!

The wind was shrill, and the closed windows shook violently.

bang! Click! One side of the glass was shattered, and the cold and lifeless wind blew in all directions.

Just rounded to the other side, Frye, who didn't dare to recklessly break into the range of the altar, shuddered. He felt that his blood was getting colder and frost was forming, and he felt that his movements were obviously sluggish.

At this moment, his ankle tightened, as if he was firmly grasped by something invisible.

A colder feeling spread upwards from the point of contact. If it was another Sequence 9 Extraordinary, it must have been paralyzed and stiff, but as a "corpse collector", Frye was no stranger to a similar state.

He turned the muzzle of the revolver and pulled the trigger against the side of his ankle, as if he could see who the enemy was and where he was.

pong!

A silver demon hunting bullet pierced into the wind, in exchange for a mournful cry.

The invisible shadow dissipated, and Frye regained the ability to move freely.

On the other side, Dunn Smith, who wanted to climb to the second floor and avoid the front of the altar, was also froze by the spreading cold wind, and stopped outside the broken window.

Woo! The dark curtain behind the window suddenly lifted and enveloped Dunn, like a monster opening its mouth and devouring its prey.

Dunn's head was immediately wrapped in a life-like curtain, which became tighter and tighter, outlining the mouth and nose.

In the state of being about to suffocate, Dunn stepped on his feet, straightened his knees, turned his back, and tore off the curtain with brute force.

He grabbed the corner of the curtain covering his head with his left hand, pulled it off, and threw it to the ground.

pong!

He raised his hand and shot, shooting at the half curtain that was still trying to cover the window.

The curtain stopped in an instant, and a dark red color quickly emerged.

Woo!

On the lawn, Leonard Mitchell, who was opening his mouth to sing poetry, was also blown by the cold wind that contained a strong meaning of death, his teeth collided, he clattered, and it was difficult to make a sound for a short time.

At this moment, dilapidated and messy vines suddenly spread, wrapping around his ankles, and a black shadow also smashed towards him in the gust of wind.

Leonard, whose body was slightly stiff, had no time to shoot, so he pulled his shoulders and raised his arms.

puff! The black shadow hit his forearm, causing its own spikes to pierce into the skin.

It was just a delicate, bright red flower that came from nowhere.

Leonard shook it in pain, and threw the flower stained with his own blood aside.

pong! He fired a shot at the entwined vines, shooting out dark red juice.

Thumb up! Leonard took a step forward, rushed to the altar on the first floor, and rushed to the broken window.

And where he was originally standing, the vines suddenly shrank away, as if he was avoiding something invisible.

With the help of the chaos caused by destroying the altar and interrupting the ceremony, Triss completed her invisibility again, successfully concealed the truth from her spirit vision, escaped from the siege, and came to the rear of the three Nighthawks.

She stretched out her right hand, and suddenly a cold wind blew, holding the flower stained with Leonard's blood and throwing it into her palm.

Triss didn't stay any longer, holding the flowers, quickly climbed over the iron fence, and fled towards the Tussock River.

At this time, Leonard, who was about to enter the first floor, suddenly turned his head, as if he was listening to something.

His expression changed, he hurriedly pulled up his sleeves, and looked at the wound that was pierced by flowers just now.

With his physique, the bleeding has stopped there, only a little redness and swelling.

Leonard's expression darkened, he pinched the index finger of his left hand violently, and forcibly pulled that piece of nail off!

His face was immediately filled with painful and distorted expressions, but his movements did not stop because of this. While meditating something, he cut open the solidified wound with his nails, stained it with dark red blood, and then pulled out a few hairs , entangled that piece of nail.

By the Tussock River, Triss slowed down and turned her gaze to the flowers in her hands.

She muttered something in her mouth, and suddenly a black, illusory flame burst out of her palm.

The flame enveloped the flower, and it really burned, burning each other to ashes.

After doing all this, Triss stepped into the river and sank into the water.

At the same time, Leonard threw out the blood-stained fingernail that was wrapped around his hair, and watched it fall to the corner, burning out of thin air, emitting a foul smell of burning.

The nail, together with the hair, quickly disappeared, leaving only a little dust.

Leonard heaved a sigh of relief, turned into the first floor through the window, and said to Dunn and Frye who were destroying the altar:

"The target escaped. Fortunately, our main purpose has always been to stop the ritual."

Dunn sighed, looked at the many puppets on the round table and said:

"She is very vigilant and powerful, and she has detected our approach in advance, otherwise...she is at least a Sequence 7 Extraordinary."

"Give Klein a signal to come over."

Through a brief dream contact, he judged that the enemy was a woman.

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