"...The Night Emperor has fallen for more than thirty years, and we pray for him day and night..."
"Him?" Edwina's eyes were bright as she listened to the countess's speech below. Agnes felt that if the current situation was not tense, she would take out the paper and write down what she heard.
"If everything here is not illusory, then several people participating in the Battle of the Four Emperors should at least have personalities worthy of such a title..."
You can also be bolder, such as directly saying that the four emperors are gods. The tiny bits of black in Agnes's eyes suddenly disappeared. Her eyes stayed on the countess, and such thoughts flashed through her mind.
The petite and exquisite figure wrapped in gold, silver, jewelry, brocade and silk had a thin cheek, showing a kind of indifferent arrogance and coldness, and the only adjective that flashed in Agnes's mind was pale and ferocious.
She glanced at the people in the room and raised her hand to put the wide-brimmed hat on her head.
"We may need to consider some more important things first, such as..." Agnes said.
"For example, hey, how do you escape from this lady..." Anderson chuckled and continued what Agnes said.
"...He has abandoned us, and we do not have to assume that it still exists forever..." The woman's voice still echoed in the hall.
"Whether the power the countess just showed comes from herself or an extraordinary item, it seems that it is not wise to confront her head-on. The guests and guards here are all threats to us." Okfa frowned. said.
Spasnerecki looked a little ugly but did not object.
"My intuition tells me that maybe this countess is not dangerous." Agnes said thoughtfully.
"The premise is that we don't make this lady angry." Anderson shrugged.
Agnes didn't speak, just looked down.
The commotion in the hall reappeared after the woman spoke her last sentence. Screams, curses, and wails were mixed with the woman's still calm voice, like the soundtrack of a drama.
In Agnes' field of vision, the surrounding environment and the guests in the hall gradually turned red with blood, no different from what she saw directly with her eyes, but this was the biggest problem.
Even if you don't take into account the already determined result - this is a city of living corpses, just from what you saw and heard at the dock before is enough to understand that this will never be the scene that seems to be still alive like it is now, even if it appears at this moment. yes.
This is a city that is stagnant in time. No, it has never escaped time, it is just decaying in a stagnant state. Agnes pressed the wide-brimmed hat on her head, thoughtfully.
"No matter what, we must take action. Staying in this box will only wait for the guards belonging to the countess." Spasnerecki's somewhat stiff voice appeared in Agnes's ears, and Mixed in with it was the suddenly fierce voice of the woman downstairs:
"...When we find that just being obedient cannot win us what we want, the only thing we should do, the only thing we can do, is - don't listen to anyone anymore!"
Agnes's original steps towards the door paused for some reason, and she turned her head and glanced down. The petite and exquisite figure wrapped in gold, silver, jewelry, brocade and silk was blurred in the chaotic blood, even if Even the keen vision she possessed as a living corpse was not enough to allow her to clearly see the expression on the woman's face. She only felt that it was a weird smile.
Agnes withdrew her gaze and looked at the palm of her hand. A dim purple flower appeared there at some point, with stains of blood and dark spots of decay on it.
She didn't react and just walked out of the room quickly.
The blade filled with bone-chilling coldness pierced her body almost at the same moment, and the cold color reflected on her pale skin.
Agnes raised her hand subconsciously, and her skin completely lost its color, clearly revealing the cyan veins underneath. Dots of dark red and purple spots that could not be clearly distinguished under the skin, as if blood had coagulated, were looming, forming a strange network pattern.
The sharp blade scratched white marks that looked like chips on the skin with dark red and purple markings. The sharp black nails struck the side of the blade, making a crisp sound. Fine cracks were faintly traced along the blade. The lines are extended.
Some were too brittle, and Agnes couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, but the movements of her hands did not stop.
The sharp black nails penetrated deeply into the flesh that was not protected by the guard's armor. Dark red blood flowed out from the fingers, gathered into strands on the side of the palm, and dripped onto the dark carpet, gradually losing its flowing luster.
"Wait!" Anderson's voice sounded. Agnes pinched the guard's neck and looked at him. Her eyes lingered on the guards who fell to the ground but still had signs of life for a moment, and then on the next moment. Received it back.
"Forget it," Okfa sighed, "when no one, no, no aboriginal people here see..."
"It doesn't matter," Agnes raised her eyebrows, "He will leave with us."
She let go of her hand, and the guard's body swayed slightly. He almost immediately stood up straight, saluted Agnes, and followed Capas.
"So fast?" Anderson opened his eyes wide, a little surprised, "So easy? I thought I had to make a mummy first."
"The people here have a special constitution." Agnes said casually without stopping. She paused and then added:
"Although this is a stereotype, there is indeed some truth in many cases."
It is indeed very simple to control this guard, as long as you can successfully gain control. Agnes glanced at the guard thoughtfully.
Although "living corpses" have the ability to easily awaken dead corpses, dead corpses are different from dead corpses, and the "ease" and "easiness" in the awakening process are also different.
There is no doubt that the control of a mummy and an untreated corpse are completely different. The difference is like a famous knife that is wiped with deerskin every day and coated with tung oil for maintenance and a low-quality iron knife that has been thrown into the sea and soaked for three years. Same.
As for this guard, Agnes couldn't help but look back at the brightly lit corridor, as if it had been completely produced, but the controller had given up control.
The only question was whether this was true only of the guards brought by the countess, or whether it was true of all the residents.
Spasnerecki casually smashed the beautiful stained glass window, revealing the dark night outside.
The sound of breaking glass attracted the attention of the guards outside the main entrance not far away. The shouts came one after another almost immediately, and it sounded like all the known entrances and exits of the theater were surrounded by guards.
Spasnerecki casually slammed the fastest guard to the ground, put a little force on his feet, and jumped onto the roof with Okfa.
Anderson chuckled and did not use his own arson ability. Instead, he casually threw a wooden stick that was lit at an unknown time into the broken flower window. The orange tongue of flames spread along the dark carpet almost instantly. Spreading into the distance.
"Are you adding sulfur?" Edwina quickly climbed onto the roof and asked casually to Anderson who was following behind her.
"There's no way, after all, it's easy to attract hatred with extraordinary abilities." Anderson shrugged and jumped over the gap between the two houses without any slowness.
"I think if you do it this way, there will be no difference in the effect." Agnes was silent for a moment and couldn't help but say.
"Anyway, as long as that lady doesn't come out to hunt us down," Anderson said casually, "I don't know why, but the obvious extraordinary ability seems to be a provocation to them..."
His words stopped, because the singing voice that made people couldn't help but tremble reached his ears along the faint breeze, with a just-right vibrato that seemed to have been polished——
"The old shall die,"
"The young are made new,"
“Who can give us suffering and trials?”
"The poet sings the praises of our darkness with beautiful chapters!"
