The heavy rain fell endlessly in the sky, and the sound of rain covered everything.
In the heavy rain, the white-faced woman and the old man walked side by side on the street, and the rain splashed on their black clothes.
While walking, the woman lowered her head and pulled off the ribbon around her waist, causing her loose black robe to slip off.
As the black robe was taken off, the naked body was exposed in the heavy rain. The pale skin was washed by the rain, and the raindrops flowed down the slender neck, across the chest, slid down along the vague scars, and finally dripped down the slender legs into the pool of water.
The black robe was picked up by the strong wind, tumbling in the wind, and finally flew into the sky.
Finally, the naked woman pulled out the slender steel object from the lining of the flying black robe.
One long and one short, the two matching swords seemed to have come to life in her hands. The blades moved around, cutting through the rain with ease, raising a cloud of water vapor.
On the strangely shaped sword blade, there are tiny ridges, like the scales of some kind of cold-blooded creature. As her blood poured in, the scales trembled alternately, cutting through the wind and making the sound of a snake hesitating.
—Alchemy Double Swords·Snake Scales.
This is an alchemical weapon forged by an alchemist from the bones of a famous assassin from a hundred years ago, with the assassin's soul and murderous intent attached to it. The ashes of the deceased give life to steel, making them extremely sharp and sealing in incredible power.
Just as the rain was splashing, the figure of the white-faced woman suddenly dimmed, and then quickly disappeared. At first, a vague outline of water traces could still be seen, but as the swords danced, even that vague outline disappeared.
In the heavy rain, there was no trace of the fair-faced woman.
"Pay attention to the vision of the etheric eye, be careful to crack the alarm mechanism, and don't alert the professor."
Claude warned in the spiritual connection.
In the heavy rain, the old man's steps stopped, and a bolt of lightning crossed from the sky, illuminating the building in front of him.
In the church in the Rod Laver neighborhood, there were no lights at the moment, and it seemed like the entire neighborhood had fallen into a deep sleep.
The white-faced woman stepped lightly and climbed over the fence without alerting the alarm measures above.
The old man's footsteps stopped in front of the door.
In the vision of the etheric eye, a complex seal is wrapped around the door lock, which will send out a signal whether it is pried open or opened normally.
The two exchanged a few words in the spiritual connection and then started to act.
Soon, the heavy door shook slightly and fell completely forward... The snake scale sword cut open the hinge of the door and directly tore the door out of the building.
The old man took two steps forward and grasped the heavy door tightly. There was a strange force brewing in his burly body, and he gently and slowly pulled out the entire door like waving a straw and threw it on the grass.
The two broke into the house.
Behind the door, the night watchman who was patrolling in the middle of the night was stunned. He saw the entire door collapse silently, and his eyes widened. Just as he was about to open his mouth to shout something, a sharp blade wiped across his neck, and blood spurted out.
The blood gathered in the rain and soon seeped into the grass.
The man stepped over the body and walked straight towards the church behind the courtyard. Along the way, the sneaking woman uncovered hidden alarm measures and traps under the guidance of Claude.
After a small crackling sound, you can see the grass being turned over, or the stone beast on the wall breaking into two halves.
"Damn it, which faction is the professor a musician?!"
Even as a revelation musician who is best at detecting insights, Claude was forced to use every energy of his mind by the trap set by the professor.
Even he sometimes needs a long time of thinking to unravel this kind of interlocking trap. If he is not careful, he will fall into a ditch and capsize.
Fortunately, the white-faced snake-scale swords are the best dismantling tools. These two alchemical weapons had both the functions of cracking and killing enemies when they were first forged.
In silence, covered by the sound of rain, the two quietly approached the door. In their etheric vision, they could vaguely see a dozen figures sitting in the church hall, guarding the surroundings.
At this time in the church, all entrances and exits were guarded... Obviously, he was not a believer who came to worship before going to bed and then went home to sleep.
"They are all the professor's men, be careful they sound the alarm."
Claude paused for a moment and became a little stunned: "Wait, don't do it yet!"
He squinted his eyes, and his star-sighted eyes penetrated the wall, staring at the red light that represented danger. As he followed the clues to explore, soon, one after another dazzling red light lit up from the inside of the hall.
Almost the entire hall is included!
"Be careful... of traps."
Claude swallowed, and a drop of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead: "This hall is full of traps, and the professor has used his men as bait. There are no musicians inside, but there are two pieces of alchemy equipment. I will prepare the Silent Knot in a moment. world, and then..."
"Where's the trouble?"
Qingqia's impatient voice came.
In an instant, the black musician walked out of the shadows and pressed his hands on the heavy door of the church's nave. In his mouth, two tongues sang completely different melodies as his lips opened and closed.
The hoarse melody loomed in the sound of rain, summoning a gray breath.
The gray energy spread out from his hands and landed on the heavy iron door. For an instant, the complex patterns, the iron Madonna and the gilded lines were all blurred.
As if thousands of years of weathering had occurred in an instant, the iron door shattered silently into sand all over the floor, disintegrating in the wind full of water vapor and falling into the hall.
Green Teeth stepped into the hall majestically, looked around at the dumbfounded thugs whose expressions changed, then opened his mouth, the melody in his mouth changed, and he suddenly spit out a stream of black smoke.
The black smoke spread quickly after blurting out, engulfing the entire hall in an instant. As the black smoke passed by, everything fell into absolute darkness. Even the sound of the alarm disappeared, and the inside and outside were isolated.
Claude's expression changed, and his eyes were fearful: This is the nightmare mist most commonly used by black musicians. It uses the power of the evil god to transform the ether, swallowing all light and sound, and suppressing the enemy's performance.
The white-faced woman and the old man walked into the smoke. The black smoke was thick and thick, and they kept moving, but no sound was heard.
Can't see clearly what's inside.
Soon, the black smoke dissipated, revealing blood and broken limbs everywhere.
In the blood everywhere, a burly old man stood in the blood, his palm stretched out from the thick rainproof cloak, and he grasped the head of a survivor.
The survivor looked at him in horror. He wanted to scream but could not make a sound. As his fingers closed together, his head exploded!
Bang!
"What a waste."
Green Teeth glanced at the old man: "You chain saw monks don't know how to cherish materials?"
The old man was silent and just glanced at him.
"Hurry up and get out of here quickly, the trap may be triggered at any time!"
Claude urged, staring in the direction of the professor: "Kill him quickly before he is ready. He has already begun to heal, and a large amount of ether is gathering in the prayer room!"
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.
"careful!"
A piercing scream suddenly erupted, and the alarm was triggered!
In the eyes of stars, the entire hall suddenly trembled. Those solidified red lights moved, trembled, and finally exploded!
The entire hall erupted with a dazzling etheric light—dozens of traps were activated in an instant!
In an instant, an invisible mental shock broke out first.
On Claude's waist, a small doll shattered in an instant. His face turned pale for a moment, blood seeped out of his nostrils, and fell to the ground, looking extremely miserable.
He endured the damage of mental puncture on behalf of everyone!
"Damn it, I told you so! Be careful!"
Claude looked at the precious secret treasure that was shattered because of this, and he was furious: "Which bastard triggered the trap?!"
…
Amidst the piercing alarm, on a rooftop outside the church, Bai Xi put away the crossbow in his hand and whistled proudly.
"It's too boring to come quietly. Why don't you let me help you make it more lively?"
Feeling the chaotic ether in the church, Ye Qingxuan laughed happily: If he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, where could he enjoy the feeling of being the mastermind behind the scenes
I have to say, this feels great.
…
In the hall, a harsh melody suddenly sounded in the air, and the manic melody like flames echoed between the pillars, setting off a frenzy in the silent ether.
On the walls, stone carvings, and columns, there are flashes of musical notes lighting up everywhere. It is a magnificent movement describing the scene of hell!
Out of nowhere, a strong wind rose from the ground, like a blade, with a burning breath. Just a momentary sweep makes people's hair curl.
"foehn!"
Claude screamed, staring blankly at the activated trap, feeling chills all over his body: "This is... the fire cellar!"
The next moment, a hole opened in the void, and a red light fell like flowing water, followed by a shocking red tide.
That endless amount of molten iron and lava!
In an instant, like a waterfall sweeping over, the red tide surged, easily turning all the furnishings in the hall into charcoal.
In the flames, a vague human figure slowly stood up. Half-melted magma dripped from their bodies, making them look hideous.
With the sweeping fire, the flame demon spirits slowly surrounded him from all directions.
"We've been discovered."
Claude shouted loudly: "Stop holding back, attack with all your strength! Break this cage, otherwise you will be trapped to death!"
Under the shock of the fire, Qing Te's complexion changed, and a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.
Facing the sweeping flames, he opened his mouth wide to the edge of his mouth, and behind the sharp teeth in his mouth, two tongues began to sing crazily.
An extremely harsh and weird melody came from his mouth. The strange melody stirred the ether, and instantly turned into a majestic suction force.
The sweeping flames were pulled by the terrifying attraction and turned into a torrent into his mouth. That huge dark mouth seemed to be endless, sucking in flames crazily.
Even standing next to him, the escaping heat was about to set the old man's hair on fire. In just an instant, the heavy rain-proof cloak was burned by the flames and was scrapped!
In the flames of nothingness, the huge demon spirits transformed from lava and molten iron let out a sharp roar and rushed towards Qingya.
They were demons born from the flames, and the ether gave them alien life—the bards in Canaan called them "Ifrit".
A power that only heroes and devils can control and defeat!
In the midst of the neighing, the old man took a step forward, the scriptures tattooed on his face shining brightly.
The heavy poncho he was wearing was torn from the inside.
A heavy sword that looked like it was carved from obsidian was raised.
As the man waved his arm, the edgeless sword cut through the air and swept forward.
Ifrit, who was the first to bear the brunt, was cut in half in an instant. The invisible demon spirits that had gathered and dispersed suddenly moved aside and were about to close up, but a terrible shock came from the crack, completely tearing its structure into pieces.
After a scream, Ifrit collapsed inch by inch, turning into molten iron and falling to the ground with a hissing sound.
"The sighing sword that tears through the ether?"
Claude murmured to himself: "Is he really the Chainsaw monk?"