Except for one person and one dog, the entire carriage was empty.
This big yellow dog-like demon moved its head over and opened its furry mouth full of fangs. The figure of Weenerson was reflected in the dark eyes, reflecting his face and beating neck.
Woo——
The smell of blood was so strong. I didn't expect to encounter the monster described in Jason's old father's diary so soon... Weinerson's mind flashed back to the first night he had just traveled through time, and he opened the book. Scene from the diary.
Suddenly, its body expanded rapidly and turned into a ferocious monster that was three meters tall. Two pairs of huge crow wings sprouted from its back, and goat horns covered with mysterious runes sprouted from beside its eyes.
Ah! Ah!
The coldness came with a strong smell of sulfur, and the yellow dog-shaped demon rushed forward towards Weinerson, its huge dog claws dragging a long afterimage, and it arrived in an instant...
...
boom--
Deep in the vast fields covered with winter wheat, there was a sudden explosion, and an irregular crater with a diameter of nearly a kilometer was formed. A white-bone giant slept inside, and black thorns grew rapidly from it, like a black ocean of waves.
In mid-air, a young gentleman wearing a brown suit and a half-high silk top hat stopped there. He stared at the strange changes below, holding an extremely slender white bone stabbing sword in his hand.
"Fun?"
Opposite the young gentleman holding the stabbing sword, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and a hood walked out of the void and said with a smile.
The slightly curly blond hair hidden under the hood was blowing in the wind. He patted the dust on his clothes. The embroidered black thorn was like a living thing, shining in the sunlight.
"I almost forgot, there is another one..."
The young gentleman tilted his head and looked at the railway track ahead. The steam whistle sounded from far to near. On the head of the dark red train dragging more than 20 steel carriages, there was an inexplicable figure of a woman, hugging her knees. , looking intently at the wooden easel placed in front of him.
The breeze blew on the woman's cheek, and her lazy blond hair was waving. She frowned lightly and used the brush in her hand to describe the current scene in the field.
Suddenly, she turned her head slightly, cast her gaze over, and paused with the paintbrush in her hand. Silently, strange power was mixed in around her. The fields and steam trains became solid and colorful, and the whole world seemed to become a picture. painting.
Stab——
The sound of tearing paper sounded faintly from the front of the train. The woman clutched the torn sketch and stretched lazily.
"Super star Octavian and artist Edwardna, what an honor to meet them again!"
"Candace, it's been almost 100 years since we last met, right? Why, it's only been 100 years since we last met, and we're already getting mixed up in the trash?"
Octavian said expressionlessly, and with his right hand he took out a shrunken, shining "star" from his pocket!
"Where's Diana? Don't let her come out when meeting old friends? That's not polite."
"People from the Soderos family are also here. They are having a "friendly exchange". How come you followed them all the way and didn't know it?"
Candace's gray eyes moved slightly, looking at the stars in Octavian's hand that continued to exude tranquil brilliance and said.
"The Soderos family... seems to be His spokesperson?"
Edwarda said with a smile on her lips. She touched the paintbrush in her hand into the void, and a stream of light surrounded the tip of the pen. A ladder made of rainbows quickly appeared. Her legs slowly stepped on the ladder, and she stepped under the steam locomotive. Going to the field, the long black complicated skirt was not stained with dust and mud.
"Candace, I heard that you joined an organization that believes in the existence of who-knows-what, called 'Madhouse No. 8?'"
Edwarda held the paintbrush that was blooming with colorful brilliance and smiled lazily:
"I have to say, Adam is really generous."
"Compared to this, Edwardna, I remember that the Ring of Fate seems to be unfriendly to the God of Sleep and Crimson. If you hinder me, aren't you afraid of the person behind you?" Candice snorted coldly, lowered his head and pressed it halfway. He was wearing a tall silk top hat and stared at the train that was paused by an inexplicable force.
"Octavian, we have known each other for 300 years, so we are old acquaintances. Why should we fight as soon as we meet?"
"It's just a different stance." Octavian shook his head.
"I have never been involved in the matter of Sleeping and the Crimson God, but you came here as a saint. What is your purpose?"
At this time, Octavian was not in a hurry to attack, because he knew that the reason why Candice was so confident here was that he was probably not the only saint hiding around him.
"What about you, Edwardna, insisting on getting involved?"
Candace turned her gaze to the blond girl aside, and her cold eyes were filled with a hint of playfulness, as if she was asking as well as warning.
"After so many years, you are still the same. Octavian just said that your stance is different."
"Hey! Then die!"
Candace opened her mouth, and when she said the last word of this sentence, it suddenly transformed into a word filled with supernatural power. It comes from the ancient Hermetic language:
"die!"
puff!
The bodies of Octavian and Edwardna were instantly stagnant, and their limbs seemed to be tightly grasped by invisible hands, unable to move even half a minute.
Huge spiritual creatures burning with raging fire crawled out of the ground one by one, and their palms made of bones pressed down against the wind.
Ah!
Looking at the oncoming giant palm, the corners of Octavian's mouth rose, and the figure frozen in mid-air suddenly began to squirm, turning into a straw man made of black thorns.
And the straw man had razor-like barbs protruding from it, and the next second it collided with a spiritual creature!
Bang!
In the huge movement that was difficult to distinguish, Octavian's figure reappeared. With a wave of his right hand, a huge net woven of black thorns rushed towards Candace. At the same time, Edwardna held the paintbrush and waved it gently, drawing. A colorful ring like a rainbow.
"Confinement!"
The ancient Hermes language was spoken from it, and the colorful rings swelled in the wind, like a rainbow embedded in the sky. Groups of blue-red fireballs flew out of the rings and blasted in the direction of the enemy.
Candace dodged sideways through the black thorn net, and immediately thrust the bone stabbing sword in his hand into the ground, and spit out another ancient Hermes language:
"slow!"
The mysterious aura from the spirit world burst out from the sword blade, forming an invisible barrier in an instant. The blue-red fireball hit the side, but it did not explode immediately. It seemed to be affected by the invisible force and was delayed.
Boom!
After Candace rolled and jumped some distance away, the fireball expanded and exploded, shattering the surrounding fields filled with wheat.
"Mysterious item. The stabbing sword in his hand is a saint-level magical item."
Octavian and Edwardna were shocked at the same time. Only saints or saints above could affect the attacks of saints.
Candace obviously has not reached the angel level above the saints, and the closed power just now contains a very strong personality, and he is a saint belonging to the spiritual world.
