Chapter 470 Old Bones When Lumian heard the name "Room 1", he was inevitably confused for a moment, even though he was experienced and had encountered many things. Safari and Gabriel had said before that the "hostel" had a total of 13 "rooms", but "Room 1" never appeared and it seemed that he had not entered the "hostel". Lumian thought it was very mysterious at the time and suspected that there were some key points hidden. Who would have known that the man dressed as a painter who looked like a "fairy" would now call him "Room 1". This is simply unbelievable! Lumian was absolutely certain that the symbols on his body came from Mr. Fool and the being named Fate, and had nothing to do with the Painter. Although the evil angel Thermipolos did live inside him, he was fundamentally different from the "hostel room" of Safari and the others: The source of power is different, and the form of residence is also different! At this moment, Lumian didn't bother to analyze why the man suspected to be the "fairy" called him "Room 1" and whether there was any important information hidden in it. He only knew one thing, that is, if he couldn't eliminate or control the two enemies in the air in a short period of time, and keep the black hole in the Breeze Ballroom in his and Janna's hands, then when the guests of the "hostel" discovered the movement here and drove the "room" over, things would be troublesome. When Janna heard the name "Room 1", she glanced at Lumian in shock, but she did not question her companions or waste time asking questions. She directly took out the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" made of obsidian, and just a few hours later, she inserted this magical item into her chest again. At this time, I can no longer worry about the accumulated mutations in my body! Similarly, even if there is something going on, Charles has to wait until he escapes from here before asking! As the "Bloodthirsty Arrow" was inserted, thick black mist spread from behind Janna, forming a pair of huge, rather illusory bat wings. The membrane-like black wings flapped vigorously, causing Janna to fly up and pounce on the woman in the blue beret and the man in red pants. At the same time, black flames gradually condensed in the palm of this "witch".
The huge bat wings blocked the view of the two "painters" from bottom to top. The man in red pants immediately turned the paintbrush around, dipped it in silver-white paint, and quickly painted a stroke on his clothes, outlining a slash of lightning. Silver-white lightning suddenly broke away from the man's white shirt and struck Janna's illusory black wings covered with membrane. Amid the crackling sounds, Janna was entangled by tiny silver lightning snakes, and her whole body was paralyzed to a certain extent. The thick black mist that made up the bat's wings was dissipated by the electric light, becoming much thinner and no longer able to support Janna's flight, causing her to fall lightly. At this moment, behind the "painter" in red pants, Lumian's figure appeared in mid-air. He has no ability to fly and cannot float, so he chooses to "teleport" directly! When he saw Janna use the "Bloodthirster's Arrow" to create the "Wings of Darkness" and fly towards the two suspected "fairies" with great momentum, he knew that this companion should be attracting the enemy's attention to create an opportunity for him to raid one of the targets and quickly eliminate him. ——“Witches” rarely fight in this way. "Ha!" Lumian opened his mouth and made a sound. A stream of pale yellow light shaped like an air flow spurted out of his mouth and landed on the man in red pants. The "painter" who had just drawn the lightning had not yet reacted, and had not even noticed that Lumian had come behind him, before his eyes closed and he passed out. He instantly lost the power to stay suspended in the air and plummeted to the ground. The woman in the blue beret did not panic. Figures appeared one after another in her eyes, as if hiding a world. One of the figures crossed the line between illusion and reality, and came from the realm of fantasy to the world in the painting. She was wearing a light blue dress, her blonde hair was long and thick, her eyes were light blue, and her expression was calm. Aurore! This is Aurore! When Lumian saw this scene, instead of being dazed or hesitant, his eyes burned with rage. Are you worthy enough to fantasize about Aurora? As he was falling from the sky, red fireballs appeared on his body surface and rushed violently towards the woman in the blue beret. The woman stretched out her right hand and pressed into the air. She suddenly became unreal, with a hollow and cold expression on her face. A large number of fireballs fell on her, but they did not explode, as if there was nothing there.
The fireballs passed directly through the woman's figure, flew not far away, and exploded with a loud bang. At this time, the "painter" in red pants fell to the ground earlier than Janna, making a noticeable cracking sound. The severe pain made him break out of the coma caused by the "Heng Ha Technique" and he opened his eyes instinctively. As soon as the woman in the blue beret dodged the explosion, she immediately came out of her strange state and flew towards Janna, who was about to fall to the ground, at the speed of an arrow. In just a blink of an eye, she crashed into Jenna, with starlight and sparks flying, like a meteorite. Click! Janna's body broke into pieces, degenerating into a large number of mirror fragments reflecting the sunlight. Her figure was then re-outlined next to the deep black that occupied the area of the Breeze Ballroom. Lumian fell down, his feet landed heavily on the ground, and his body swayed. At this moment, both of them and the woman in the blue beret seemed to have a premonition. They tilted their heads at the same time and cast their eyes towards the various intersections leading to the market avenue. One after another, women with detached temperaments, wandering eyes, and indifferent expressions came from different directions, including Safari, the "Room 12", and the "Room 7" that Lumian and Janna had just encountered. Gabriel followed closely behind Safari, his eyes becoming increasingly empty and his face twisted, as if hiding countless pains. This made Jenna and Lumian's scalps tingle. It seemed that they were falling into the abyss, irreversible and irreversible. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the deep darkness in the Breeze Ballroom. It has no flesh or skin, and is made up of dry, yellowed bones covered in rust. ………… Inside a mysterious cave with giant murals. The young painter changed his state and escaped from the grasp of the bony hand. He seemed to be caught between the reality and the spiritual world. He could neither be touched by others nor be able to touch others. He could only watch as the blank space on the rock wall and the ground became dark and sticky, like a bottomless swamp. At this time, an incomplete skeleton made of dry bones, stained with dark red and rust, crawled out of the "swamp". This skeleton, seemingly from ancient times, reached its hand into the oil painting on the rock wall, from the place that corresponded to the Breeze Ballroom but was not yet completed. Below it, more yellowed skeletons crawled out from the bottom of the "swamp". Some wore broken iron armor, some carried rusty weapons, some were missing a third of their bodies, and some were headless... ………… In the market area, under the St. Robert's Church, inside the Inquisition. Sitting in his office, Angouleme de François, wearing a golden shirt, watched his subordinates deliver intelligence one after another: "There was a violent explosion in the direction of Deep Valley Monastery..." "Abnormal movement detected underground..." "The Church of Saint-Vieve has issued an order to enforce the highest alert tonight..." "Someone at the dock is organizing a strike tomorrow morning and distributing weapons..."
"Some people in several factories in the south are also organizing large-scale demonstrations..." The Purifiers had more informants than any other intelligence dealers. The anomalies gathered from various places in the market area almost made Angouleme unable to control his expression. His facial muscles twitched slightly. When things finally quieted down and no subordinates came in to report, Angoulême stood up, tugged at his collar, picked up the heavy file, and slammed it hard on the table. Along with this action, the deacon of the Purifier cursed silently: "Hidden Blade, do you want me to die?" Ever since the Hidden Blade informed him of the information that Gardner Martin was collaborating with the Carbonari, and that the Carbonari were related to the anomalies in Deep Valley Monastery and the problems in the "Inn", various unusual movements had been reported from all directions, weighing on his nerves. Only a few hours had passed, but already in Angoulême there was a sense of impending storm. Huh... Angouleme let out a breath, and simply listed the intelligence, the news provided by the "Hidden Blade", and the questions she had requested confirmation on a piece of paper, and pinned it to the wall with a thumbtack to see if she could summarize any clues or find any overlooked details. The deacon of the Purifier paced back and forth in the room, his eyes constantly moving. After a long while, his eyes fell on one of the papers. That was the record of the Hidden Blade asking him about the secret of the old cemetery at St. Robert's Church but getting no answer. And that old cemetery was located where the Breeze Ballroom is now. Angouleme had an idea and decided to ask for the answer to this question again. It was one of the few things he could do right now. You bastard Hidden Blade, if you don't leave the market area after this problem is solved, I will apply for a transfer! Angoulême cursed inwardly as he rushed into the telegraph room and angrily drafted a telegram. He wanted to tell the superiors that at this time, they should not be concerned about authority when it comes to matters such as intelligence. The sooner we figure out the details, the sooner we can discover the truth and prevent the disaster! After waiting for ten minutes, Angoulême received a call back: “The old cemetery of St. Robert’s Church is located on the seal node of Trier in the Fourth Epoch. There was a leak in the past, which caused some of the dead in the Fourth Epoch to come out. After reinforcement, the situation has been brought under control. "When the Catacombs Sealing System replaced similar nodes, the old cemetery lost its function and was no longer preserved." (End of this chapter)