Under the crimson but dim Moonlight, Emlyn took out a small metal vial, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a mouthful.
Then, he seemed to become a shadow, floating on the walls and the ground, swiftly and silently following Ruth Báthory.
Sanguine are known for their speed. The two Baron ran one after the other through the dark alleys and along the edges of the dimly lit streets, arriving at the chaotic and filthy East Borough in just over half an hour, stopping in front of an old apartment building.
Seeing that Ruth Báthory chose to climb the pipes to reach the third floor in the least disturbing way, Emlyn slowed down, not rushing to follow behind him, because that would make him easy to be discovered.
After thinking for two seconds, he took out a semi-transparent perfume-like bottle, unscrewed the cap, pressed down, and sprayed the liquid inside onto his body.
This Potion has only one effect: to eliminate its own scent and blend in with its surroundings!
After putting down the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out a small brass metal bottle and gulped down the liquid inside.
"' Potion Professor ' is such a nuisance..." he muttered, looking down to see his hands gradually becoming transparent, with small brass-colored metal vials seemingly Levitation in front of his cuffs.
When Emlyn put the vial back, all that remained was a suit, a top hat, and a pair of unbuttoned, unstrapped leather shoes, which formed a human shape and moved around there.
Another completely transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floated in mid-air, and pressed itself, hissing as it sprayed the Potion inside onto the clothes.
The outlines of formal wear, top hats, and leather shoes gradually faded and eventually disappeared.
Having completed his "invisibility," Emlyn glanced at the room Ruth Báthory had entered, then silently and invisibly climbed the pipes, catching up with him at incredible speed.
With the window half-open, he drifted into the room like a transparent cloud, making no sound, and hid in a corner, watching Ruth Báthory, search for his target.
The latter's brows gradually furrowed, because the place was completely empty; there wasn't a single person, nor even the mosquitoes that had become active in the past week.
And this Sanguine Baron was absolutely certain that the " The Moon Puppet " was right here.
Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the frozen silence.
The door to the room receded, and a woman in a long black dress slowly walked in Ruth Báthory, she said in a detached tone:
"Who are you looking for...?"
Emlyn looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the newcomer had dark skin, thin and long eyebrows, soft facial features, and a sharply downturned mouth; it was Windsor, the target.
However, in Emlyn's eyes, this devout follower of the " The Moon Primordial " has changed somewhat from the image of her. Now, her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth are all curved, as if she is imitating the current Crimson Moon.
Her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin were covered with dried grass and flowers, in clumps and blooms.
... Hiss, what exactly did Ruth Báthory sell her? How did she end up like this? Emlyn was startled, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
Meanwhile, clumps of withered grass sprouted from the ground, walls, doorways, and ceiling, interspersed with dried flowers.
They completely isolated the room from the outside world, creating a very eerie scene.
Ruth Báthory sensed danger. Without attempting to communicate, she unhesitatingly pulled out a small metal vial and gulped down the liquid inside.
Snap!
He dropped the bottle and lunged at the mutated Windsor, his body leaving afterimages as he did so, his fingernails lengthening and black mist swirling around him.
Windsor, studded with withered grass and dried flowers, resembled a giant rag doll and charged forward at the same speed, completely disregarding its own injury as it lunged at Loen Báthory.
Bang bang bang!
After a series of collisions, Ruth Báthory was sent flying backward and crashed into the wall.
His sleeve was torn off, and there were scratches on his skin that revealed bone.
Between the flesh and blood, dried grass and flowers are slowly growing outwards!
What Monster... Emlyn, encountering such an enemy for the first time, remained huddled in a corner, almost forgetting to offer any help.
He didn't rashly reveal himself; various thoughts flashed through his mind as he observed the battle between Ruth Báthory and Windsor, considering how to deal with the situation.
The strangest thing was those withered grass and flowers... withered grass and flowers... they should be very afraid of fire! Emlyn had a sudden thought, immediately abandoned his invisibility, took out another small metal bottle, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.
With a "pfft," he spat out all the liquid in his mouth.
The grayish-red water droplets ignited immediately upon contact with air, extending into blazing flames.
Flames upon flames, flames upon flames, instantly turning the room into a crimson sea!
Amidst the crackling sounds, the dried grass and flowers were ignited one after another, quickly spreading to their companions.
In just two or three seconds, the sealed environment was nearly destroyed, and the dry grass and flowers on Windsor's body began to burn.
At this moment, Ruth Báthory had a large hole ripped into his chest, losing most of his fighting ability, and was barely surviving thanks to the Sanguine's super regenerative abilities.
Seeing the torch-like enemy, Emlyn sensed the weakening of the opponent's aura and pounced without hesitation, circling around Windsor and launching a series of claw attacks.
Black energy rose from beneath his feet, coiling around the believer of the Moon Primordial like shackles imbued with life.
Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!
With a sharp, brief sound, two figures suddenly drew close.
All movement ceased, and Emlyn grabbed Windsor by the throat with his left hand and lifted her up.
He hesitated for a second, then, seeing the other's ferocious expression, he snapped the enemy's neck with a snap.
Snap!
A slender, small Puppet inlaid with withered grass and dried flowers fell from Windsor to the ground, and the flames in the room gradually died down.
Emlyn ripped off Windsor's mutated head, turned to look at Ruth Báthory, who was breathing heavily, and smiled as he placed his free right hand on his chest in a gesture of respect.
Thank you for your help.
Seeing Ruth Báthory suddenly become angry, yet powerless to seize it, Emlyn added two more comments in a very good mood:
"Remember to give that Puppet and the extracted Beyonder Characteristic to Lord Nibes; they're very problematic."
After he finished speaking, black energy condensed behind him, and two illusory bat wings grew out.
With a whoosh, flapping its wings, Emlyn turned and flew out of the window, landing in a nearby dark alley.
After firmly planting himself on the ground, he withdrew the black energy he had gathered and glanced back.
Seeing that Ruth Báthory hadn't followed, Emlyn breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fist to his mouth, and mumbled between coughs:
I hate fire, I hate smoke!
As he was about to leave the East Borough, a chill suddenly ran down his spine.
Emlyn tensed up immediately, holding Windsor's mutated head, and slowly turned around to look at the shadowy corner.
He first saw a very small dark figure standing there, and then he could see what it looked like:
Its body is slender like a wooden stake, its eyes and mouth are curved into the Moon, and its surface is inlaid with many withered grasses and dried flowers. It is the " The Moon Puppet " in the room before!
It's got me hooked... What on earth is this thing...? We're still a long way from Nibes's residence... It's really dangerous outside... A series of thoughts flashed through Emlyn's mind, sending chills down his spine and making his muscles tense.
In a flash of Spirit Intuition, he stared at the " The Moon Puppet " and spoke softly in Ancient Hermes:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era ";
" The Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog "
" The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune..."
"Who's not sleeping in the middle of the night?!" Klein sat up abruptly, rubbing his temples with a hint of anger.
He quickly left the bed, took four steps backward, entered the Gray Fog, and sat down in the position belonging to the " The Fool ".
Emlyn White? Klein glanced at him, a sense of doubt spreading through Spirituality as he touched the deep red star representing the " The Moon ".
He immediately saw Emlyn, who was standing stiffly, staring at a long, thin, strange Puppet.
The Puppet was bathed in a rich but ethereal crimson Moonlight, which rippled gently like the tide, connecting with something high in the sky.
At that moment, the crimson Moonlight silently spread, enveloping Emlyn White.
There's a problem... This Puppet has a serious problem... Using the Gray Fog to see more, Klein didn't hesitate to let the " Sea God Scepter " leave the pile of junk and fly into his hand.
One by one, the blue-green gems at the top of the bone staff lit up, radiating a dazzling light.
After reciting the name of " The Fool " and requesting assistance, Emlyn felt his already cold blood growing colder and colder, gradually congealing into frost.
This caused his body to stiffen rapidly, and he watched helplessly as the " The Moon Puppet " swayed and walked towards him.
Just then, a burst of silvery white light swept through the alley, dispelling all the gloom and darkness.
Snap!
The lightning bolts swirled together and struck the " The Moon Puppet," engulfing it in silvery light.
The light flashed and disappeared in an instant. The strange Puppet, charred black and stripped of its ornaments, collapsed, while the blood in Emlyn's body, no longer frozen, resumed its flow.
He quickly recovered from his stiffness, knowing that Mr. The Fool was still watching, and hurriedly asked in a low voice:
"What do you need, no, what can I offer you?"
He always believed that Mr. The Fool followed the rule of equivalent exchange, so he thought that if you asked for help, you had to pay a corresponding price.
After a brief silence, he saw the boundless Gray Fog and indistinct figures, and heard a majestic voice looking down from above:
"That Puppet."
"Okay." Emlyn took two steps forward, bent down to pick up the Puppet, then cleaned up the scene and quickly left the East Borough.
Klein only returned to the real world after carefully interfering with the Divination Paper Angel.
As he prepared to go back to sleep, he was shocked to find the Moonlight outside so bright it looked like it was stained with blood.
Hmm... Klein walked to the window in confusion and looked outside. He saw that the crescent the Moon had somehow become full, and it was as red as blood.
Another " Blood Moon ".
" Blood Moon?" Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and walked steadily into the Cathedral of the Storms ahead, the place where he would be reporting for duty tomorrow.
In the center of the island, atop a towering mountain, stands a church called " Abyss of Storm," the headquarters of the Church of Storms, a sanctuary within a sanctuary.
P. S.: Thanks to the Silver Alliance assassin Zhong Kui (main account)~