Chapter 471

Erato District, a camp of the Trier garrison troops.

A large number of soldiers ran out of different buildings in the dark night with dim moonlight, formed teams without any chaos, either pushed out cannons to bombard roadblocks in the distance, or carried rifles, advancing toward the Boulevard District in small groups of a few people.

Interspersed among them were combat personnel carrying steam backpacks and holding huge firearms, who always occupied the high points or places convenient for hiding.

Inside a building in the camp, Albus, whose hair seemed to be dyed red, sat in the position belonging to an officer, with his legs propped on the edge of the table in front of him.

Within his line of sight were heads floating in mid-air, all dragging bloody spines beneath them, like long tails.

These heads flew toward the headless corpses wearing blue-bottomed gold-threaded soldier coats, aligned the blood-stained white spines with the empty necks, and put them in.

*Crack! * They completed the "installation" simultaneously, twisted left and right a few times, and familiarized themselves with their new bodies.

This batch of soldiers just manufactured quickly took their weapons, followed unknown orders, and rushed out with great discipline.

Albus Medici clicked his tongue and said:

"What a nostalgic scene."

"Will it flow with blood tonight?"

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Outside the building complex with multiple spires and painted with a large amount of gold on a beige base.

"Magician" and "Justice" heard the rumbling sound of cannon fire.

"A premature rebellion?" "Magician," wearing a white shirt with a bow tie and a beige skirt, had starlight in her eyes, as if passing through the obstacles of the Spirit World, seeing the movement at the military camp.

Her previous astrology results showed that the disaster would still take some time to erupt, but Jenna caught the semi-mechanical monk and discovered their connection with evil god believers, and after transporting paint and brushes, fate clearly changed, and the illusory gears officially turned.

The disaster started prematurely without sufficient preparation.

"Justice," wearing a light blue dress, listened to the roaring cannon fire and said in a peaceful voice:

"A scale like this is clearly unable to overthrow the current Indis government; it can only bring a certain, short-lived chaos..."

"Are there also strikes, parades, protests, riots, etc., in coordination?"

"These are the strengths of the 'Iron and Blood Cross Order' and the Carbonari; the disappearance of Gardner Martin and some of his subordinates might be to ignite the spark, but it looks now that the two parts are not closely connected, lacking effective coordination, and failing to form a linkage." "Magician" cast her gaze toward the southeast area, where the Memorial Hall District, Market District, and Botanical Garden District were.

"Justice" nodded gently and said:

"This shows that our efforts still have a certain effect."

"They were forced to be premature; it's not bad to be able to do this much."

Just as she finished speaking, the "Doll" messenger wearing a light golden dress walked out of the void and handed the letter from "Judgment" to "Magician."

"Good evening, Ms. 'Justice,' I hope you are in a good mood." This messenger greeted "Justice" happily.

She was a Spirit World creature with mysophobia, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a love for beauty, and Ms. "Justice" perfectly matched her preferences.

It was her employer, on the contrary, whose many shortcomings she couldn't stand, so she could only add to her own workload; of course, this also brought closeness and trust between the two sides.

"Magician" unfolded the letter and browsed it quickly, her expression changing slightly:

"World within the painting..."

"Arrodes used that lucky gold coin and the 'Fool' seal on Lu Mian to vaguely see the rough situation of the world within the painting?"

"Part of the scene of Market Avenue..."

After "Magician" whispered, she said to "Justice":

"I roughly understand what those evil god believers want to do, and I also know why they want to use the form of an 'Inn' and what the essence of those 'rooms' is."

"We can't delay any longer; let's act now, control or clear out 'Lady Moon,' and then find the world within the painting."

"Justice" nodded:

"Okay."

She then smiled and said:

"Believe in our companions, believe in our collaborators."

"Hmm." "Magician" took a step toward the Sacred Heart Monastery, and the hem of her beige skirt suddenly fluttered.

She raised both hands, and one brilliant star after another appeared around her.

They looked very far away, yet dense, as if they had gathered into the night sky of the plateau.

These countless stars shed light, shining on the surface of the Sacred Heart Monastery.

"Magician" then hugged the void in front of her with force, as if holding a heavy object, and pulled it up.

Amidst the violent yet silent shaking, the Sacred Heart Monastery with multiple spires, along with the land beneath it, was "thrown" into the deep black void, and violent hurricanes and layered darkness appeared around it.

Almost simultaneously, one intense sun ray after another lit up on the connected building complex, as if creating thousands of miniature suns.

They resisted the dark hurricane, attempting to illuminate the hidden void.

The figures of "Magician" and "Justice" then disappeared from where they were, appearing in that space that curved and retracted all around, as if to form a dark sphere.

The golden retriever dog crouching nearby used "Psychological Invisibility," carefully observing the situation around it, doing the most focused vigilance.

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World within the painting, Market Avenue.

One yellowed skeleton after another stained with dark red and rust crawled out from the darkness corresponding to the Breeze Dance Hall.

They carried a strong aura of death, and also emitted a thick smell of rust and blood; after these gathered together, they actually created and supported a feeling of madness and violence.

That feeling was like substance, instantly shaking the crystal barrier shrouding the darkness, causing it to first appear with a large number of cracks, and then collapse and shatter silently.

Seeing this scene, seeing the woman in the white suspender dress bringing the Sanson family over, seeing multiple "rooms" with temperaments similar to Miss Safali entering Market Avenue, Lu Mian's mind instantly flashed with certain words spoken by the "Doll" messenger.

Those old bones!

His heart stirred, and while his left hand grabbed Jenna's arm, he sank his consciousness into his right palm again.

Those few bright red scars protruded again, and an incomparably violent, abnormally crazy, and high-and-mighty aura rose from his body, causing the blue sky, white clouds, and the sun to the west to appear with obvious shaking.

Even with experience, Miss Safali and the other "rooms" still froze for a moment, uncontrollably trembling.

The two fairies outside before were even more terrified, thinking that a high-ranking being had descended and the world within the painting was about to collapse.

Those yellowed, tattered, and incomplete old bones creaked and turned their bodies, simultaneously lowering their heads toward Lu Mian, not instinctively attacking the nearest humans.

Lu Mian's chin lifted slightly, and he pointed his right hand toward those "rooms" and the two fairies with abnormal coldness.

The old bones wearing tattered armor and holding rusted weapons instantly transformed into balls of dangerous, scorching white fireballs, bombarding every real target.

The fairy wearing the blue beret had her pupils instantly dilate, and she violently pressed her palm toward the void again.

Her body became illusory again, stained with more emptiness and indifference, as if she had hidden in another world.

*Boom! *

After the scorching white fireballs overlapped with her figure, a powerful explosion occurred directly, but it couldn't reach the distant fantasy world and harm the target.

The "Painter" wearing red trousers had already fallen quite hard, broke a bone, and still had some dizziness remaining; at this time, he couldn't change his state in time, and could only consider forcibly shifting his position with the extreme speed obtained at Sequence 8, but, just as his body sprang up, he was hit squarely by the scorching white fireball.

*Boom! *

This "Fairy" was blown to a bloody mess, his abdomen opened, internal organs flowed out, his left arm was broken, and his body was covered in signs of severe burns.

He fell into a coma directly, his life force passing away quickly.

The scorching white fireballs flying toward Miss Safali and Gabriel suddenly entered a wilderness, pulling a distance of several hundred meters from the human model with an indifferent and empty expression.

It flew more and more weakly, and after persisting for one or two hundred meters, it finally fell to the ground and exploded with a *bang*.

Perhaps because she was the most dangerous, the woman wearing a white suspender dress, with slightly curly black hair, a beautiful face, and as if without a soul, was collectively targeted by multiple scorching white fireballs and bombarded.

But those dangerous fireballs either bypassed the palm raised by this human model on their own, or strangely exploded in advance, and some even drifted upward strangely, flying into mid-air and turning into fireworks.

This was like "Room 7" being in a fate where it wouldn't be attacked.

Not far from Miss Safali, there was a woman wearing a bright red dress with a gorgeous appearance; her eyes were also empty, and her temperament was quite detached.

At this time, she looked at a scorching white fireball flying like a meteor and didn't make any movement.

That scorching white fireball became darker and smaller, and when it was about to hit the target, it completely extinguished, turning back into a yellowed skeleton holding a rusted long spear.

The skeleton swayed a few times, *clattered* and disintegrated, and the withered feeling became more and more obvious.

Right next to the coffee shop diagonally opposite, there was a lady in a black dress who was elegant and plump; on one hand, she seemed to have lost her own spirituality, appearing abnormally drifting, and on the other hand, she revealed a longing expression and gaze, opening her mouth toward the flying scorching white fireball, and raising her hands holding silver knives and forks.

*Whoosh*, she cut the scorching white fireball into two halves.

Inside her mouth, an illusory vortex with phantom fangs appeared, swallowing the small half of the fireball that had "released" its danger.

*Boom! *

The other half of the fireball lost its balance, deviated from the target diagonally, shattered the coffee shop's glass, and overturned the tables and chairs inside and the outer wall beside it.

Beside that darkness corresponding to the Breeze Dance Hall, Lu Mian saw the old bones transform into scorching white fireballs and attack different "rooms" and the two fairies, but he didn't wait for the final result, nor did he take the opportunity to ambush, grabbing Jenna's arm, kicking his right foot, and violently pouncing toward the original location of the Breeze Dance Hall, pouncing toward the place where the old bones had crawled in.

(End of chapter)