Amidst the lightning and thunder, what appeared outside the gate of Thunder Stone Church was a human puppet wearing a funny red and white clown suit. It looked thin and long, with its hands and feet made of old brown wood, and an oval head with an It has a red pointed hat, a long nose, and longer ears. The lower jaw is carved into a square shape, the eyes are made to look like windows, and there are two swirls painted on the cheeks.
In the fleeting glare of lightning, the puppet seemed to be smiling, but that dull smile gave people a creepy feeling.
"Are you complaining that I didn't say hello to you beforehand?"
The Bewitcher seemed to be no stranger to puppets. After saying something softly, he turned around, picked up a new match, and used it to light the last candle.
The puppet froze in place for a while, then suddenly with a click, it raised its left foot, then its left hand, then it took a step forward, then its right foot and right hand.
It took two steps in this ridiculous but weird manner.
It was still windy and rainy outside Thunder Stone, but not a drop of water touched the puppet. Just when it was about to step into the church for the third step, it was looking at the bronze clock that the bewitcher suddenly spoke, looking even more indifferent than before.
"Old friend, it was you who first instigated Eldra to get that person involved. I have already exposed this matter, but you can't push it too far...I already know that it was you who sent that person to Comoros. message to the fraudster."
The puppet stopped, his left foot dangling from the door frame.
Then the Bewitcher turned around with his hands behind his back.
"I know you don't want anyone to touch that secret, but the matter is at this point. I can only promise not to involve you in it, but only if you don't get into trouble yourself, let alone get involved with fraudsters."
The puppet stared blankly at the Bewitcher, then suddenly moved its feet slightly, as if it was about to step over the door frame.
"Also, don't touch my bottom line——"
Although this sentence was said in a very light tone, its meaning was very important. The shadow of the Bewitcher suddenly stretched and expanded on the wall, as if it had turned into a figure wearing a laurel wreath and armor, with a The terrifying warrior with huge claws, its powerful oppression made all the candlelights sway.
"Otherwise, don't blame me for not remembering the kindness of borrowing books in the past, you are the gatekeeper of the black library!"
By the last few words, the Bewitcher's voice had become like rolling thunder with an echo, even covering up the lightning and thunder outside the church.
The depressed man shook a few times and retracted his legs.
Then, its wooden jaw opened and closed, making a sound like some funny tune.
"Do you think you can keep those secrets tightly wrapped? Why do you think I would go to the Deceiver? Because your arrogance may release that powerful existence back to the galaxy. Maybe then we can all To face its wrath."
The Bewitcher just chuckled at this, and the threatening back disappeared, but his slender body began to emit golden light.
"You actually call me arrogant? My arrogance is not one tenth of yours. After all, even if the knife is pressed against your throat, you will continue to play your boring game and just take care of your own people. But we work hard for the sake of the entire galaxy."
"Haha, you are still as despicable and reckless as when you were a human. You will only seek knowledge that is powerful enough to be used as a weapon, and use power recklessly, without caring at all about the destruction that has been caused."
"Sometimes there is no perfect choice."
The puppet suddenly laughed sinisterly.
"Perhaps one day you will realize what mistakes you have made, but after all, that day has not yet arrived, so before that, just look forward to the coming darkness."
After finishing speaking, the puppet turned around with its head shaking, and disappeared into the violent storm with creaking steps——
The confused person stared at the opponent's back, then looked back at the stagnant bronze bell.
"It's unclear who will win."
In the end, he only said this ancient Terran famous saying, and then turned around. At this time, a figure in a brown cloak suddenly appeared at the end of the front hall.
The confused person meandered past the other party and said softly:
"Let's go, let us give him a ride."
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Under the evil and twisted sky of an unknown world, blood is splashing everywhere, and the desolate plains are covered with the dead and dying wounded. Only some bodies have humanoid shapes, and most of the others are inhuman creations.
Many of them are hybrids of humans and beasts, while others are beings that defy the laws of matter and darkness.
On the battlefield, two figures stood tall and tall, standing against the twisted creatures that were howling around them.
One of them was wearing midnight blue armor, a bloody bat-winged helmet, and was holding a huge chain saw halberd. The corpses at his feet had been piled up to knee height.
The other person was wearing thick black armor, but the palms of his feet were dazzling white. He had a large number of feather pendants on his body, and his helmet was in the shape of a silver crow. He held a gun in one hand and a sword in the other.
Suddenly there was a flash of light, and a beast-like demon jumped out from the cracks in reality.
It was blue in color, with spindly limbs, a scowl on its misshapen face, and etheric energy crackling in its gnarled hands.
The Crow Helmet fired a shot between its eyes, and the beast exploded, flashing colorful lights, and immediately split into several small burning monsters.
They trailed flames and hovered in the air, only to be killed by precise bullets.
"It needs to end as soon as possible."
"Do you think I don't want to?"
The Bathelm replied with a mocking tone, and then like a bolt of thunder, it passed through the chaotic battlefield, smashing the enemies in its way, and rushed towards a roaring immortal beast - this was a menacing monster, quite huge, The sulfur-colored animal skin on its body was covered with scars, and there were three eyes on each side of its broad head, blinking constantly.
The beast saw him coming and turned to meet him with its ax raised.
But the beast's movement was so great that Bathelm jumped onto its broad back and dug the head of the halberd into the flesh.
Under the agitation of the sawtooth, the beast dropped the weapon in pain and used his bare hands to grab the enemy on its back. However, the Bat Helmet had already firmly grasped his prey, and he directly wrapped it with his bladed arm. The base of its skull twisted, and although the beast's bull-like neck was as thick as a tree trunk, the power of the enemy on its back was even more terrifying.
With the crackling sound of the dead tree shattering, the beast's spine was broken and it fell to the ground. The fighting spirit of the surrounding enemies was also gone, and the battle turned into a one-sided massacre.
After a moment, it was all over.
"Okay, last head."
Crow Helmet walked up, glanced at the fallen beast, then swung his sword to cut off its head and held it in his hand.
"Go back and recover."
The two figures left the bloody battlefield and began to cross the desolate land.
