Chapter 390: An Unquiet Night

Accompanied by that crazy and violent aura rushing out of the thin gray fog, the entire 6 White Coat Street seemed to have a slight shake, as if it had been frightened.

Inside this building, in different rooms, the part of people who had already fallen asleep trembled unconsciously, falling into a bloody nightmare. Those who hadn't fallen asleep looked around suspiciously and bewilderedly, as if they had returned to a few years ago when barricades were everywhere and gunshots and artillery fire occurred from time to time.

Diagonally below Franca's apartment, in a quiet room, the man who had been lying on the bed with his eyes closed and suspected to be asleep suddenly sat up, raising his head both vigilantly and fearfully, looking toward the source of the terrifying aura.

At the same time, deep underground in the Saint Roberts Church, in the office area of the Market District Religious Tribunal.

Angouleme de Francois, who was on night duty, stood up abruptly and was about to run to the place where those magical items were sealed, trying to improve his ability to deal with accidents and disasters in a short time.

In other rooms, people like Imre and Valentine also felt the violent aura that seemed to be shaking the entire Trier. Some were trembling, some were pale.

This made them feel more fear than the disaster of the "Shadow Tree."

But none of them stood still. Some rushed out of the room directly to meet with Angouleme, and some opened their arms, hurriedly praised the sun, and then ran wildly toward the Saint Roberts Church above.

Memorial District, 11 Spring Street.

Gardner Martin, who was rubbing a suit of full-body armor, frowned slightly, suspiciously casting his gaze toward the southeast area.

He felt that something was summoning him there, vaguely making his blood a bit hotter.

Deep underground in Trier, Olson, who was always carrying a small brown leather suitcase and was like a hungry bear, suddenly tilted his ears, listening to the movement not far away.

There, fighting and shouting sounds came vaguely.

This "Supervisor" of the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" had his eyes turn fierce and crazy, extending his right hand and pressing on his neck.

A fine line that was almost invisible protruded there, seeping out fire-colored blood.

In the Island District in the center of the Sailunzuo River, the Saint Vief Church of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church located here was already in darkness, with only the bell tower next to it remaining with lamp light. Just at this moment, a brilliant sunlight suddenly lit up in this sleeping church.

The sunlight went from bottom to top, instantly filling the multiple onion-like domes, illuminating every piece of stained glass.

North of Trier, in the core position of the Cathedral District, the "God of Steam and Machinery" church's Archbishop Cathedral had thick, iron-black chimneys towering high.

Rumble, the huge steam engine placed inside the church began to operate, and a large amount of light white fog sprayed upward through the forest-like chimneys, covering this night sky.

Elato District, in a small town very close to the Sacred Heart Monastery.

A golden retriever, together with the lady beside it, turned sideways, looking toward the distance of this big city of Trier.

Inside the Red Swan Castle.

Count Pu Yifu, who was already lying on the bed, opened his eyes with a brush.

He felt the entire castle become extremely oppressive, and from deep underground came that nightmare-like roar and scream.

At this moment, the Beyonders in the Market District and the formidable figures located in other places in Trier were all attracted by that unmasked, incomparably flamboyant crazy aura.

"Loki," who was hiding in the room diagonally below Franca's apartment, just reacted to the violent and terrifying aura, and before he could recall the "Wraith" possessing Lu Mian, out of caution, let him take himself and escape from the spirit world, he saw the darkness around him instantly become thick, swallowing the crimson moonlight, bringing extreme peace to this area.

He uncontrollably, without any perception, closed his eyes and fell back onto the bed, truly falling asleep.

Lu Mian's thoughts returned to normal. He used the anger igniting himself to pour all the accumulated emotions into the crimson flames.

"Go to hell!"

He roared lowly, his eyes protruding with blood vessels, stepped forward with his left foot, quickly twisted his waist and back, and swung his right fist with all his might.

Amidst the dull rumbling explosions, all the flames on Lu Mian's body gathered on the surface of his fist, naturally compressing into a scorching white color.

That scorching white fireball left Lu Mian's right fist, following the trajectory he preset, and bombarded the wall on the side of the apartment.

The voice he had just heard came from behind that wall!

Rumble!

That wall collapsed, revealing a man standing in the corridor.

He had brown hair and brown eyes, a thin face, and was exactly the marionette "Loki" had used in the evening.

He was the one who had been speaking all along!

Before Lu Mian could react to the fact that what he found wasn't the real "Loki," he saw darkness surging like a tide, drowning him.

He had already vented the anger and the flames produced by it, his mood quickly becoming peaceful, and he closed his eyes unconsciously, slowly falling toward the ground.

His twisted face began to relax, and his body and soul were comforted.

He no longer had precursors to losing control.

"Hela," dressed in a black widow-style dress and wearing a soft hat with a veil, walked out of the darkness.

Being the closest to this apartment and searching for the traces of the battle between "Loki," Lu Mian, and others, she was undoubtedly the first to arrive.

She didn't delay, directly making Lu Mian, Franca, "Loki," and the two marionettes disappear from the spot.

Her figure disappeared as well, and the thick darkness retreated rapidly.

Except for the collapsed wall, not a trace was left at the scene.

That is, two seconds later, this apartment was suddenly illuminated by sunlight.

Deep underground in Trier, inside a certain deserted mine.

The figures of Lu Mian, Franca, and others were quickly outlined.

They were still sleeping, only "Hela," whose face was slightly pale, remained awake, standing on the side.

This Vice President of the "Curly-Haired Baboons Research Society" had hair that was no longer as dry and split as before, becoming quite soft and dyed with the color of the dark night.

She took out a water bottle filled with strong liquor, drank a third of it, and then cast her gaze toward Lu Mian.

"Hela's" forehead "split" silently, spraying out gloomy light, forming a virtual bronze gate that couldn't be described specifically and was full of ancient meaning.

That gate swayed, creaked, and cracked a slit. Behind the slit was darkness that couldn't see the end, and in the darkness, it seemed that countless, dense, indescribable eyes were hidden.

Influenced by this virtual gate full of the aura of death, the "Wraith" attached to Lu Mian flew out irresistibly.

The next second, he fell to the ground, because "Hela" had raised her right hand and pressed her forehead, and that unusually ancient bronze gate disappeared, and the blooming gloomy light retracted into the crack.

"Hela" then looked toward "Loki," who was still sleeping.

This leader of "April Fool's" had an ordinary face, very close to those living on White Coat Street, making it impossible for people to distinguish.

After "Hela" stared for two seconds, her eyes quickly lost focus.

In "Loki's" dream.

"Hela," dressed in a black widow-style dress, appeared in front of an ancient castle shrouded in thin gray fog.

The castle gate was open, dead silent as if it were the entrance to a tomb.

"Hela" raised her head to look at the pitch-black ancient castle with many spires and a thin shape, walked into the gate, passed through the not-so-clear atrium, and entered a hall hanging with chandeliers of strange shapes and unknown light sources.

Inside the hall stood numerous guests, each guest's expression quite dull, their bodies motionless, as if they were just wax figures.

The place surrounded by these dozens or hundreds of "wax figures" was a gray platform with three stone steps, and an ancient-looking dark red chair was placed in the middle of the platform.

At this time, there was a man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old on the chair.

He wore a silk top hat, a black tailcoat, deep gray eyes, short brown hair, a high bridge of the nose, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, containing a not-so-obvious smile.

This man pressed the armrests on both sides, his body leaning back relaxedly, leaning against the back of the chair.

"Who are you?" His voice echoed in this ancient castle, seemingly questioning "Hela."

"Hela" bypassed the crowd of suspected wax figures and walked along the steps to the front of the man.

Her cold voice asked without any ups and downs:

"'Loki,' don't you recognize me anymore?"

"Loki" smiled even more obviously:

"'Hela,' you really did come looking..."

"Hela," taking advantage of the other party being in a dream state, asked straightforwardly:

"Why did you harm the members of the research society?"

"Loki" raised his head slightly and laughed loudly:

"Those idiots' only value is to provide us with pleasure.

"You should also be very clear that the apocalypse will arrive in a few years. They will die sooner or later, so it's better to sacrifice themselves in advance to entertain us."

"Hela" fell silent, the air around becoming increasingly cold, and on the stone-paved ground and the surrounding walls, pale, rotten palms vaguely wanted to probe out.

After a few seconds, she opened her mouth again:

"Why did you harm 'Muggle'?"

"Loki" stopped laughing, looked at "Hela," and curled his lips:

"Because..."

His expression changed suddenly, and Hela sensed a certain danger coming from the dream.

"Because, Fu Sheng Xuan Huang Heavenly Lord..."

"Loki's" voice moved away quickly, and the entire dream, under the drive of "Hela's" will, began to collapse.

That ancient castle disintegrated into fragments, disappearing into pure but illusory darkness.

In the real world, inside a certain deserted mine deep underground in Trier.

"Hela" opened her eyes, and countless living tiny creatures were wriggling under her pale skin.

Her figure disappeared quickly and was outlined again, no longer having the abnormality presented just now.

And "Loki's" body had collapsed into a pool of flesh and blood and twisted maggots crawling in and out of the flesh and blood.

"Hela" watched quietly, not discovering any Beyonder characteristics precipitated.

Inside a pitch-black castle shrouded in layers of thin fog, in a gloomy room, a dark red coffin was placed.

A pale palm suddenly stretched out from the coffin, climbing onto the edge of the wooden board.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 391 =====