Part 5 the red priests chapter 113 the power of the moon
The man with the red nose rushed to the safe in a few steps and pulled a radio receiver and a code book from a hidden compartment.
Crouching there, he quickly translated the news of Charlie Lake’s accident into a message that crackled and snapped.
And inside the house where Lake’s bookstore was located, the brownish-skinned maid rolled up her sleeve and doused her left arm with a bottle of indigo liquid.
The skin there immediately changed color, but underneath the indigo, there were strands of black awns protruding, as if they were wandering nematodes.
These black awns soon converged to form a grotesque face half the size of a palm, with eyes as small as grains of rice and a mouth as big as a saucer.
”Charlie Lake has had an accident.” The maid spoke word for word to the face on her armpit.
Each word she uttered seemed to take on a shape of its own, protruding as an indigo solid between her mouth and arm.
Immediately afterward, word after word that seemed to be written intertwined, wrapped in smoke of the same color.
At that moment, the strange face on the maid’s arm opened its mouth a little bit, and inhaled the indigo smoke and the words together.
All the abnormalities then disappeared, leaving only the piece of skin where the maid’s armpit was still unable to regain its original color.
And in the darkness outside the window, a tiny, ordinary bat flapped its wings, changed its static state, and flew to nowhere.
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On another street less than five hundred meters away from Ryker’s Bookstore, a restaurant specializing in the southern continent’s specialties was half-empty.
A tiny bat flew out of the darkness and converged, raising a thick smoke.
The smoke and bats seemed to be just illusory and disappeared in an instant, leaving behind only the figure of a man wearing a tuxedo but not wearing a corresponding hat.
This man’s figure was tall and thin, extremely erect, with lighter hair color, close to silver, and bright red eyes, like hidden blood, which was precisely the Blood Count Mistral.
He raised his left hand that wore a ghostly blue gemstone ring, touched the slightly ostentatious fancy bow tie, and looked at the restaurant below that had long since closed and shut its doors, saying:
”Both pieces of information have finally converged here.”
As soon as Mistral’s words fell, a silhouette was outlined across from him, dressed in a deep black court dress, wearing a compact fedora of the same color, with light blonde hair, azure eyes, and a face that was white, like the most delicate of mannequins.
The trees in the street below suddenly swayed gently, and there was a simultaneous flicker in the light of the gas street lamps.
”A ‘puppet’.” Count Mistral nodded slightly, recognizing Sharon’s identity and status.
Sharon didn’t look at him, looking at the second floor of the restaurant’s driveway:
”There are residual feelings of worshiping the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’.”
”Then there is no problem.” Mistral turned in mid-air and nodded at the area where the darkness was thickest, “Lord Nibais, please seal off this area.”
A pale, deep sigh followed, and a pair of wings covered in dark leathery membranes and covered in countless patterned symbols suddenly stretched out from that darkness, growing larger and wider, completely enveloping the surrounding area in two or three seconds.
That restaurant was plunged into an unnatural darkness all of a sudden, as if it had been moved out of the real world.
Without further hesitation or direct attack, Mistral took out a bronze box set with multiple rubies and removed one thing from it.
It was a clear glass ball in the shape of an eyeball.
Then, Mistral, the Blood Count, twisted his expression with a slightly painful expression and let the glass ball detach from his fingers, falling downwards.
This glass ball emitted a little light on its own in the darkness, and seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction as it continuously adjusted its direction in mid-air.
Finally, it fell into a room on the second floor of the restaurant.
The blazing white brilliant light then exploded, and it was as if the “sun” had risen in that room, illuminating everything and causing all the filth, corruption, evil, immortality and darkness to rapidly melt away.
”Huh ……” Mistral, who had closed his eyes earlier, suddenly furrowed his eyebrows and made a puzzled sound.
He hadn’t sensed an act of defiance occurring within that restaurant!
Although Sharon, who had changed her gaze from downward to level, did not change her expression, her light blonde hair, which was tightly bound, seemed to be swaying in a not-so-subtle manner.
The “sun” rose and then quickly “set”, and the blazing white light fell helplessly silent in the darkness.
Because this is something against the evil spirits, the house where the restaurant is located itself has not been damaged, the blood count Mistral opened his eyes, looked at it for two seconds, and then poked out his right hand, and fiercely grasped upwards.
The darkness above the restaurant instantly came to life, transforming into an illusory shackle that bound the entire roof.
With a toothsome creaking sound, that roof was pulled up hard by the shackles and hoisted into midair.
Without this obstruction, both Mistral himself, and Sharon, got a good look inside the target room:
A radio receiver sat on a square table covered with a dining cloth, next to the translated message, and opposite it, an indigo scorch mark on the floor;
On the other side of the room, there is an old piano with a brown bench that seems to have been moved;
On top of the piano, there is a glass of red wine, in which there is a flesh-colored, slimy little man;
The rest of the furnishings and decorations were like those of a normal home, except that there were more powdered herbs and splashes of pure essential oils.
This gave Sharon, who could get revelations directly from the spirit world, a vague idea in her head:
The people here had just left!
Before she, Count Mistral, and the Marquis of Nibais could do anything in response, the red wine that had soaked the flesh-colored villain radiated a Calvary bath
The light instantly swelled and brightened, forming what appeared to be a huge “red moon” in the room.
The glow of the “red moon” dispelled the darkness of the area, giving the demigods in the battle the feeling that they were on the ground, looking up at the sky.
Sharon’s azure eyes seemed to freeze for a moment, and her left hand suddenly lifted up and flipped lightly, revealing a dark red accessory in her palm.
This jewelry was shaped like a full moon, surrounded by one scarlet gemstone after another, with the center covered with moon symbols and many mysterious signs.
This was the “Crimson Moon Coronet” that Sharon had obtained with the help of Sherlock Moriarty, and it constantly shone with a serene light, making the holder immune to the effects of the full moon.
However, the “red moon” inside the restaurant was not just a full moon, it was closer to a blood moon, or even exceeded it, and an unnameable spiritual power grew as a result of it, making the area isolated by Nibis’ huge wings display a demonic, deep silence, and Sharon could feel the “Crimson Moon Coronet”, even though she was holding it, she could still feel it. Even though Sharon was holding the “Crimson Moon Coronet”, she could feel the evil thoughts within her heart expanding, and felt that there was an unimaginable change brewing within her body.
Instinctively, she wanted to transform into an evil spirit and hide in the street trees and gas lamps, but reason stopped her impulse, because the “red moon” has no dead angle.
At this time, Count Mistral saw his stomach bulge a little, and felt the pulsation of life slowly coalescing inside, trying to take shape.
As a transcendent being who could utilize the power of the moon, he had not prepared any additional methods to eliminate the effect of the blood moon, and he originally thought that he would be filled with joy in the face of such a circumstance, but he did not expect that things would change in a way that was completely beyond his imagination.
He felt that if he delayed any longer, he would give birth to a new life, an evil and horrible life that originated from nowhere.
”The power of the Moon itself includes reproduction and multiplication!
At the same time, on the pair of huge bat wings that covered the surroundings and created darkness, a thin white hair grew out intensively, which was particularly frightening.
Nebais grunted lowly as a crack appeared in the blockade of the area.
A few blocks away, Emlyn Wyatt was boredly rubbing his Oath of the Rose ring with its ethereal blue stone when he suddenly gained access to Count Mistral’s current senses, seeing what he saw and hearing what he heard.
And some feelings and thoughts belonging to Count Mistral, after accumulating for a long time, also entered Emlyn’s mind, making him sit up straight in fear after a slight discernment, his expression appeared distorted, and his stomach fluttered, with an urge to vomit.
Kraven’s body was hiding in the shadows outside the restaurant with the help of “Creeping Hunger”, but the secret puppet he manipulated, Chunas Korg, had already lurked in the darkness created by Nibs and used “Twisting” to bypass the isolation and keep the “Spirit Thread”. The “Spirit Thread” connection.
At this time, under the illumination of the illusory “red moon”, he was shocked to find that the secret puppets, which were essentially dead people, seemed to have a tendency to reproduce themselves!
And that new life must be the heir of the “Mother Tree of Desire”!
This is similar to Lilith, the originator of the blood race in the myths and legends of Silver City, as well as some of the manifestations of the “primordial moon” that Emlyn had told him about. Part of the “moon” authority, and infected it with an extraordinarily evil, even more evil than the original …… Klein was about to swap places with the secret puppets, enter the scope of the red moon, and take Ms. Sharon “teleportation” away, when he suddenly felt that he had to leave. “Teleport” away with Ms. Sharon, an unspeakable joy suddenly rose in his heart.
It was the joy of seeing a flower slowly blooming in my garden in the morning mist after a long dark night, the joy of leaving the metropolis and traveling to the countryside, breathing fresh air in the woods after a rain and witnessing mushrooms growing, the joy of everything growing and new life coming.
The white hairs on the wings of the huge bats that covered the surrounding area all fell off, and Count Mistral’s stomach, which was already a bit bulging, shrunk back, and Sharon, who was struggling to hold on to the Crimson Moon Coronet, seemed to have a much lighter look in her eyes.
Immediately after that, the “red moon” in the restaurant quickly dimmed, as if by someone who sucked out a lot of radiance.
Finally, the “red moon” disappeared, and everything was normal.
This is the blood race that Duke Olmo out of the hand? Klein nodded thoughtfully and continued to hide in the shadows.
Mistral, on the other hand, collected his angry expression, looked down at the restaurant, and said in a deep voice:
”The target seems to have sensed in advance ……”
”Not too far in advance.” Sharon gave her answer by combining the situation at the scene and the revelations gained from the spirit world.
A strange shimmering light appeared within Mistral’s bright red eyes, observing and analyzing for several seconds before saying:
”It was about the same time we came over that the people here left, leaving behind the glass of red wine and the odd mannequin.
”This trap doesn’t look like it was prepared, it’s closer to a temporary setup ……”
Speaking of which, Mistral looked to Sharon and said:
”How were they able to sense the danger so promptly?”
Sharon replied with a stoic expression and unchanged tone:
”It’s not because of the ‘Mother Tree of Desire’.”
This Evil God was not yet able to infiltrate too much power into reality, making it difficult to give advance warning.