Part 4 The Undead Chapter 15 First Kill
In the scarlet but dull moonlight, Emlyn pulled out a metal vial, unscrewed the cap, and gulped.
Then he seemed to turn into shadows, floating across the walls and floor, darting and silently following Ruth Bathory.
The Bloods had always been known for their speed, and the two Barons, one after the other, ran through shadowy alleyways and the edges of unlit streets, taking the better part of an hour to arrive in the chaotic and dirty East End, stopping in front of an outdated apartment building.
Seeing that Ruth Bathory had chosen to climb the pipes and make his way to the third floor with the least amount of commotion, Emlyn slowed his pace, not eagerly adorning the other man’s back, as it would have been easy to spot.
After two seconds of careful consideration, he took out a translucent perfume-like bottle, unscrewed the cap, pressed down, and sprayed the liquid inside.
This kind of magic potion had only one function, and that was to eliminate its own odor and be consistent with its surroundings!
Placing the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out another brass-colored metal vial and gulped the liquid inside.
”‘Professor of Potions’ is such a pain in the ass ……” he muttered, looking down to see his hands becoming transparent inch by inch, the brass-colored metal vial seeming to float in front of his cuffs.
By the time Emlyn tucked the vial back in, all that was left in place was a formal suit, a bowler hat, and a pair of unbuckled, untied leather shoes, which formed a humanoid shape and moved about.
Another fully transparent perfume-like vial flew out and floated in mid-air, pressing itself down and zippily spraying the magic potion inside onto that clothing.
The outlines of the suit, hat and shoes faded a little, and finally disappeared.
Emlyn, who had completed his “invisibility”, glanced at the room where Ruth Bartoli had entered, climbed the pipe invisibly and silently, and chased after him with extreme speed.
Taking advantage of the half-open window, he drifted into the room like a transparent cloud without making any noise, and hid in the corner, looking at the long, thin, but flavorful Ruth Bartoli in search of a target.
The latter’s brows gradually furrowed as the place was empty, not to mention people, not even the mosquitoes that had started to become active in the last week.
And the Baron was certain that the Moon Puppet was here.
Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the frozen silence.
The door to the room then receded, and a woman in a long black dress walked in slowly, looking at Ruth Bartoli and saying in a fluttering tone:
”Who are you looking for ……”
Emlyn looked at the voice, only to see that the visitor’s complexion was dark, her eyebrows were thin and long, her profile was softly lined, and the corners of her mouth drooped powerfully, which was precisely the target, Windsor.
However, in Emlin’s eyes, this “primordial moon” devotee and the portrait of her has changed somewhat, now her eyes curved up, eyebrows curved up, mouth curved up, as if imitating the current Crimson Moon.
And her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her bare skin, all grew sun-dried, withered grasses and flowers in clumps and clusters.
…… Hiss, what on earth had Ruth Bathory sold her? How did she get to look like this? Emlyn was startled and felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up one by one.
Meanwhile, clump after clump of dead grass grew on the floor, walls, doorways, and ceiling, interspersed with dried flowers.
They completely isolated this room from the outside world, creating a very eerie scene.
Ruth Bartoli smelled danger and without attempting to converse, without hesitation took out a metal vial and gulped down the liquid inside.
Snap!
He dropped that vial and his body dragged out a stumpy ground to pounce on the mutated Windsor, the nails of his hands elongated and a black aura surrounded his body.
Windsor, which was encrusted with dead grass and dried flowers like a large rag doll, met him at the same fast speed and grabbed Ruth Bartoli with a claw, completely unconcerned about her injuries.
Thump thump thump!
After a series of collisions, Ruth Bartoli flew backwards and crashed into the wall.
His sleeves had been ripped off, and on his skin were scratches where white bone could be seen.
And between the blood and flesh, sun-dried dead grass and flowers were slowly growing outwards!
What a monster …… Emlin, who encountered this kind of enemy for the first time, had been cowering in the corner and almost forgot to help.
He didn’t recklessly show up, various thoughts flashed rapidly within his mind, observing the fight between Ruth Bartoli and Windsor while considering what kind of way to deal with such a situation.
The strangest thing is those withered grasses and flowers …… withered grasses and flowers …… they should be afraid of fire! Emlyn’s mind moved, and immediately gave up stealth, took out another metal vial, unscrewed the lid, and gulped it in.
With a poof, he sprayed out all the liquid in his mouth.
As soon as those gray-red droplets encountered the air, they immediately burst into flames, extending blazing flames to the side.
Flames stacked on flames, flames connected to flames, instantly turning the room into a crimson sea!
In a crackling sound, sun-dried dead grass and flowers were set ablaze one after another, and infected their companions at an extremely fast speed.
In only two or three seconds the hermetic seal was close to being destroyed, and the dead grass and dried flowers on Windsor began to burn.
By this time, Ruth Bathory had a large hole dug into her chest and lost most of her combat power, and was relying on the Blood’s superb recovery ability to struggle to maintain it.
Looking at his torch-like enemy, Emlyn keenly sensed the decline of his opponent’s aura, and without hesitation, he pounced over, circling around Windsor and making a series of grappling strikes.
On the soles of his feet, a black aura rose up and wrapped itself around that Primordial Moon devotee, like a shackle with life force.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
In a fierce and short ringing sound, two figures suddenly closed in.
All movement then disappeared as Emlyn’s left palm grabbed Windsor’s throat and lifted her up.
Hesitating for a second, seeing the other’s hideous appearance, he clicked and snapped his enemy’s neck.
Snap!
A small, slender, puppet inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor to the ground as the flames in the room subsided.
Emlyn ripped off Windsor’s mutated head, turned his body, looked over at Ruth Bathory, who was panting violently, and pressed his empty right hand to his chest in a smiling salute:
”Thank you for your help.”
Seeing Ruth Bartoli become angry all of a sudden and incapable of snatching it, Emlyn added two words in a very good mood:
”Remember to give that puppet and the extraordinary properties that were analyzed to Lord Nibais, they are very problematic.”
After saying that, black Qi coalesced behind his back and two illusory bat wings grew.
With a clatter, the wings flapped, and Emlyn turned and flew out of the window, landing in a nearby shadowy alley.
After stepping firmly on the ground, he collected his coalesced black aura and glanced back.
Relieved to see that Ruth Bathory hadn’t followed him, Emlyn clenched his fist against his mouth and grunted as he coughed:
”I hate flames and I hate smoke!”
He was about to move away from the East End when a sudden coolness grew behind him.
Emlyn’s spirits tightened for a moment, and lifting Windsor’s mutated head, he turned slowly and looked into the shadows of the corner.
He first saw a very small black shadow standing there, and then got a good look at the other party:
The body is as slender as a stake, eyes and mouth curved into the moon, the surface is embedded with a lot of dead grass and dried flowers, it is the “moon puppet” in the room before!
It’s haunting me …… What kind of item is this …… This place is still far away from Lord Nebais’ residence …… It’s dangerous out there… …A single thought surfaced within Emlyn’s mind, sending chills down his spine and tightening his muscles.
In the midst of the flickering thoughts, he was suddenly inspired, staring at the “moon puppet”, and spoke in a low voice in the ancient Hermetic language:
”A fool who does not belong to this age;
”The mysterious master of the gray mist;
”The yellow and black king of good fortune. ……”
……
”Who doesn’t sleep in the middle of the night!” Klein rolled over and sat up, rubbing the corner of his forehead in slight anger.
He quickly left the bed and took four steps backward into the gray mist and sat down in the seat belonging to the Fool.
This Emlyn White guy? Klein glanced at him, wondering, and spread his spirituality to touch the crimson star representing the Moon.
He immediately saw Emlyn’s stiff posture, and saw that the other party was gazing at a slender and grotesque puppet.
The puppet’s body was covered with a rich but illusory scarlet moonlight, which gently ebbed and flowed like a tide, connecting with something high in the sky.
At this moment, this scarlet moonlight was spreading silently, enveloping Emlyn White.
There is a problem …… This puppet problem is not small …… Seeing more through the gray fog, Klein did not hesitate to let the “Neptune scepter” leave the pile of clutter and flew into his hands.
The greenish-blue jewels at the top of the white bone scepter then lit up one after another, blossoming into a dazzling light.
……
After chanting the name of Mr. “Fool” and requesting for assistance, Emlyn only felt his already cold blood getting cooler and cooler, and gradually felt like it was turning into frost.
His body quickly stiffened, and he watched as the “Moon Puppet” walked towards him with a wiggle.
At that moment, in the alleyway, the silver and white in the sky, dispersing all the gloom and darkness.
Splat!
The lightning bolts twisted into a ball and landed on the body of the “Moon Puppet”, drowning it in silver.
With a flash of light, the strange puppet, blackened and unadorned, collapsed, while the blood in Emlyn’s body stopped freezing and resumed its flow.
Quickly shaking off his stiffness, he knew that Mr. Fool was still watching and asked in a low voice:
”What do you need, no, what can I offer you?”
He had always believed that Mr. Fool followed the rule of quid pro quo, so he assumed that if he asked for assistance, he would have to pay for it.
After a brief moment of silence, he saw the infinite gray mist and the looming figure, and heard a commanding voice from on high:
”The puppet.”
”Yes.” Emlyn took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the puppet, proceeded to process the scene, and darted out of the East End.
And Klein returned to the real world only after carefully interfering with the divination with the paper man angel.
As he prepared to go back to sleep, he was shocked to find the moonlight outside was as bright as blood.
Huh …… Klein puzzled to the window, look outside, only to see the curved moon at some point has become round, red like blood.
The blood moon” once again.
……
”The blood moon? Alger Wilson looked up at the sky, smoothly into the front of the Thunder Church, which is where he will report tomorrow.
In the center of the island, at the top of the towering peaks, there is another church called “Storm’s Abyss”, which is the headquarters of the Storm’s Church, the sanctuary of the sanctuary.