Chapter 391 Unquiet Night
As the crazy and violent aura rushed out of the thin gray fog, the entire No. 6 White Coat Street seemed to shake slightly, as if it was frightened.
In this building, in different rooms, those who were already fast asleep began to tremble unconsciously, falling into a bloody nightmare. Those who were still awake looked around in confusion, as if they had returned to a few years ago when barricades were everywhere and gunshots and cannon fire were common.
Diagonally below Franca's apartment, in a quiet room, a man who had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep suddenly sat up on the bed. He raised his head with vigilance and fear, and looked towards the source of the terrifying aura.
At the same time, in the basement of St. Robert's Church, in the office area of the Inquisition in the market district.
Angouleme de François, who was on duty at night, stood up suddenly and ran to the place where those magical items were sealed, trying to improve his ability to deal with accidents and disasters in a short period of time.
In other rooms, Imre, Valentine and others also felt the violent aura that seemed to be shaking the whole of Trier. Some of them were trembling, and some were pale.
This made them feel more terrified than the disaster of the "Shadow Tree".
But none of them stood still, some rushed out of the room to join Angoulême, or opened their arms, uttered a hasty praise to the sun, and then ran madly towards the Church of St. Robert above.
Memorial Hall District, 11 Quanshui Street.
Gardner Martin, who was stroking a full body armor, frowned slightly and cast a puzzled look towards the southeast area.
He felt like something was calling him there, and it made his blood burn a little hotter.
Deep underground in Trier, Olsen, who was always carrying a small brown suitcase and looked like a hungry bear, suddenly tilted his ear and listened to the noise not far away.
There were faint sounds of fighting and shouting coming from there.
The "supervisor" of the "Iron Cross" suddenly looked ferocious and crazy. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his neck.
There was an almost invisible line that stood out, permeated with fiery blood.
Located on an island in the middle of the Serenzo River, the Church of St. Vieve of the "Eternal Sun" was originally in darkness, with only the bell tower next to it still having lights on. But at this moment, this sleeping church was suddenly lit up by a bright sunlight.
The sunlight came from below and instantly filled the onion-like domes, illuminating every stained glass window.
In the north of Trier, at the core of the cathedral district, the archbishop's cathedral of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery stands tall with thick iron-black chimneys.
Rumble, the huge steam engine placed inside the church began to operate, and a large amount of pale white mist spewed up through the forest-like chimneys, covering the night sky.
Erato area, in the town very close to the Convent of the Sacred Heart.
A big golden dog and the lady beside it turned sideways and looked into the distance at the big city of Trier.
Inside Red Swan Castle.
Count Puyfer, who was already lying on the bed, opened his eyes suddenly.
He felt that the entire castle had become extremely depressing, and the nightmarish roars and screams came again from deep underground.
At this moment, the extraordinary people in the market area and the powerful figures in other places in Trier were all attracted by the undisguised and extremely ostentatious atmosphere of madness.
"Loki", who was hiding in the room diagonally below Franca's apartment, had just reacted to the violent and terrifying aura. Before he could recall the "vengeful spirit" possessing Lumian and cautiously let him escape from the spirit world with him, he saw the surrounding darkness suddenly become thicker, swallowing up the crimson moonlight, bringing ultimate tranquility to the area.
He closed his eyes uncontrollably and unconsciously, fell back on the bed, and fell truly asleep.
Lumian's thoughts returned to normal in an instant, and he ignited his own anger, pouring all his pent-up emotions into the red flames.
"go to hell!"
He growled, stepped forward with his left foot as if the blood vessels in his eyes were bulging, quickly twisted his waist and back, and swung out with his right fist with all his strength.
Amidst the dull rumbling sound, all the flames on Lumian's body gathered on the surface of his fist and naturally compressed into a blazing white color.
The blazing white fireball broke away from Lumian's right fist, followed his preset trajectory, and hit the wall on the side of the apartment.
The sound he just heard came from behind that wall!
Boom!
A large hole collapsed in the wall, revealing a man standing in the corridor.
He had brown hair, brown eyes and a thin face. He was exactly the secret doll that "Loki" had used in the evening.
He was the one who was talking just now!
Before Lumian realized that the person he found was not the real "Loki", he saw darkness coming like a tide and drowning him.
He had already begun to vent his anger and the resulting fire, and his mood quickly became calm. He closed his eyes unconsciously and slowly fell to the ground.
His twisted face began to relax, and his body and soul were soothed.
He no longer showed any signs of losing control.
"Hela" walked out of the darkness, wearing a black widow-style dress and a veiled bonnet.
She was the closest to the apartment, and was undoubtedly the first one to arrive as she was searching for traces of the battle between Loki, Lumian and others.
Without any delay, she made Lumian, Franka, "Loki" and the two secret dolls disappear on the spot.
Her figure disappeared, and the thick darkness quickly receded.
Apart from the collapsed walls, there was no trace left at the scene.
Just two seconds later, the apartment was suddenly illuminated by sunlight.
…………
Under the ground of Trier, in an uninhabited mine.
The figures of Lumian, Franca and others were quickly outlined.
They were still sleeping, only the slightly pale "Hela" remained awake, standing on the side.
The vice president of the Curly-Haired Baboon Research Society no longer had hair that was dry and split as before, but had become quite smooth and dyed the color of night.
She pulled out a kettle filled with liquor and drank a third of it before turning her gaze to Lumian.
The forehead of "Hela" silently "cracked" and emitted a dark light, forming an illusory bronze door that was indescribable and full of ancient meaning.
The door shook and creaked, and a crack appeared. Behind the crack was endless darkness, and in the darkness there seemed to be countless, densely packed, indescribable eyes hidden.
Affected by this illusory gate filled with the breath of death, the "ghost" attached to Lumian flew out irresistibly.
The next second, he fell to the ground because "Hela" had raised her right hand and pressed her forehead. The extremely ancient bronze door disappeared, and the glowing light shrank back into the crack.
"Hela" then looked at "Loki" who was still sleeping.
The leader of this "April Fools' Day" has an ordinary face, so similar to those living on White Coat Street that it is impossible to tell them apart.
"Hela" stared for two seconds, and then her eyes quickly lost focus.
In Rocky's dream.
"Hela", wearing Black Widow-style clothing, appeared in front of an ancient castle shrouded in a thin gray mist.
The castle gate stood open, as silent as the entrance to a tomb.
"Hela" looked up at the dark castle with many spires and a thin shape, walked through the gate, passed through the unclear atrium, and entered the hall with chandeliers of strange shapes and unknown light sources hanging.
There were many guests standing in the hall. Each guest had a rather stiff expression and their bodies were motionless, as if they were just wax figures.
Surrounded by these dozens or even hundreds of "wax figures" is a gray platform with three stone steps, in the middle of which stands an ancient dark red chair.
At this time, there was a man in his twenties sitting on the seat.
He wore a silk top hat and a black tuxedo. He had dark grey eyes, short brown hair, a high nose bridge, and his mouth was slightly upturned with a barely noticeable smile.
The man held the armrests on both sides, leaned back and relaxed, leaning against the back of the chair.
“Who are you?” His voice echoed in the ancient castle, as if questioning “Hela”.
"Hela" walked past the crowd of people who looked like wax figures and came up the stairs to the man.
She asked in a cold voice without any fluctuations:
"'Loki', don't you recognize me?"
"Loki" smiled even more clearly:
“‘Hela’, you finally found me…”
Taking advantage of the other party’s dream state, “Hela” asked directly:
"Why did you want to murder the members of the research group?"
Loki tilted his head back slightly and laughed:
“The only value those idiots have is providing us with entertainment.
"You should also be aware that the end of the world will come in a few years. They will die sooner or later. It is better for them to sacrifice themselves in advance and entertain us."
Hela fell silent. The air around her grew colder. From the stone-paved ground and the surrounding walls, pale, rotten hands seemed to be trying to reach out.
After a few seconds, she spoke again:
"Why did you want to murder 'Muggles'?"
Loki stopped laughing, looked at Hela, raised his lips and said:
"because……"
His expression suddenly changed, and Hela sensed the approach of some danger from her dream.
"Because, Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Tian Zun..."
"Loki's" voice quickly faded away, and the entire dream began to collapse under the will of "Hela".
The castle crumbled into pieces and disappeared into pure but illusory darkness.
In the real world, in an uninhabited mine underground in Trier.
"Hela" opened her eyes, and countless tiny living creatures were wriggling under her pale skin.
Her figure quickly disappeared and was redrawn, without the abnormality that had just appeared.
Loki's body had collapsed into a pool of flesh and blood with twisted worms crawling in and out of it.
"Hela" watched quietly, and did not notice any extraordinary characteristics emerging.
…………
In a dark castle shrouded in layers of thin fog, in a gloomy room, there is a dark red coffin.
A pale hand suddenly stretched out from the coffin and grasped the edge of the board.
(End of this chapter)
