The doll's eyes, which had no qualities, could not be turned at all, stood upright as the body stood up, and looked at the area where the crimson moonlight could not be shining. The man with swollen red and swollen pieces on his face and other cultists were standing there quietly. At this time, he lowered his head one after another, raised his hands, as if he was about to pose a prayer and listened to the "oracle" devoutly.

In just two or three seconds, the doll finally stood up straight. It was about to open its mouth without tongue and make a sound that did not belong to this "body". All movements suddenly became stuttering, like a seriously rusty machine.

Klein, who was hiding among the cultists, just saw the doll strangely extending the "spiritual line", so he started manipulation without hesitation!

In the room with bright wall lights, the light suddenly dimmed. The doll with curved eyes and mouth was instantly pulled away from the bone-like support, and suddenly stopped on the table without any movement.

As the street lights flickered thousands of meters away, Klein lost control of the "spirit line". With the help of the power of the doll, he jumped out of his ability in just one or two seconds!

Wow!

A cold and cold wind blew in the room, and the carpet with tables and chairs suddenly twitched, overturning the man with swollen and swollen pieces on his face and most cultists to the ground. Only Klein, who was disguised, jumped up early and avoided the accident.

Of course, the "winner" Enzo happened to be on the edge of the carpet and was not affected by anything.

Wow!

In the cold wind, the carpet rolled up, wrapped several cultists firmly, and then covered their mouths and noses tightly, wrapping them around their throats.

At the same time, the round-bellied pens on the desk took off their caps and flew out, and inserted them on the neck of the man with a small red and swollen piece on his face. They were dense and there was no gap.

The wooden backrest chair exploded, causing thin thorns to sweep out, not letting all the other cultists go.

At the wall position, the pipes of the wall lamps are cracking and the gas inside is oozing out.

The curtain spread on the sofa then stood up, twisted into ropes, and wrapped around the train conductor's throat; several floors bounced and pierced the bodies of several cultists from bottom to top.

For a moment, all the items in the room were full of aggressiveness, trying to kill every life here.

Klein wanted to avoid it, but his shirt, pants, belt, jacket and top hat all had their own lives and sealed him in place with all his strength.

His mouth suddenly opened and made a sound:

"Bang!"

He simulated the sound of snapping his fingers.

The red flame rose from his pocket, instantly covering his body, lifting the confinement.

At this moment, the curtain on another sofa stood up, as if it was covered by an invisible person.

Such a strange image immediately appeared in Klein's eyes, his body trembled, stiffened, and was possessed by the "evil spirit"!

The flames that had risen before had not yet been extinguished. They were about to further burn off their clothes and flesh, but they burned them into a dark paper man.

The back of this paper man is covered with feather-like patterns, giving people an unreal and semi-illusory feeling.

This is a "mutated paper man" polluted by the aura of an artificial god of death!

Klein knew from the beginning that he wanted to wait for the rag doll to change, only two situations were possible. One was that the one who pretended to be a god was nearby and could detect the death of the believer, so he was ready to come deliberately and dig a trap to the person who was in trouble. The other was that the one who used the rag doll was indeed a secret existence. He did not know that the sacrifice had been destroyed, and he still came as expected and gave further "oracles".

In either case, it means that things are more dangerous, so how could Klein perform unpreparedly?

According to the characteristics of the other party being able to descend or possess a doll, he put the paper man mutated by the pollution of the aura of the artificial god of death in advance into an iron cigarette box, and maintained the level of the secret puppet at the level of ordinary people, luring the target to possess himself directly!

At this moment, the object possessed by the "God" worshipped by the cultists changed from Klein to the "Death Paper Man"!

The red flame rolled inward, the black paper man ignited, and the pale color suddenly expanded, dyeing a little bit of yin green.

A slightly painful groan rang out, and a transparent afterimage flashed on the window reflecting the crimson moonlight.

Almost no matter how one did, the items that came alive in the room fell one after another, returning to a dead state, while the "winner" Enzo's body was filled with fire.

At this moment, in this port city at the northern end of the southern continent, in the houses, residents were enjoying the relaxation of the night and the warmth of their families, completely missing the glass windows and the surface of their wall lamps, sometimes dimming, and quickly returned to normal.

As the dullness comes, the fire in the fireplace becomes larger and smaller, and the residue in the kitchen rekindles and goes out.

During this process, the glass mirror of a house dimmed the most, and the fire changed the most. In the room, several believers were praying to the "primitive moon" without any notice.

I don’t know how long it took, the crimson moonlight became a little brighter, and the whole city seemed to be covered with soft gauze.

Such brightness quickly became normal, and a stream of red flames rose up at the top of the silver candle of a dining table.

"Winner" Enzo walked out of it, his body and face changed rapidly, becoming German Sparo.

Just now, the moment the red moon brightened, he lost his target.

"Not only have the extraordinary ability of the 'resential soul' pathway to high sequences, but also the power of the Red Moon... One of these two aspects must be done by relying on seals or magical items..." Klein said silently and made a preliminary judgment.

After the demigod who possessed the doll was contaminated by the "Death Paper Man", he originally thought he had a chance to take down the opponent, but who knew that the enemy's strength and methods were stronger and more abundant than he expected.

The only thing he can be sure of at the moment is that it is not an angel, and his strength and level are very different.

With thoughts on it, Klein left the restaurant and entered the living room where several believers were praying to the "primitive moon".

Unlike the cultists on the steam train, they knew very well who they were worshipping, and seemed to belong to more formal personnel.

One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked into the room without any speed, and the believers noticed it and turned around.

Under the powerful illusion of the "Strange Wizard", they regarded German Sparrow as the descending envoy and saw a red moon shining quietly above the other person's head.

Plop, plop, plop, believers crawled on the ground one after another and saluted devoutly.

Klein asked quietly without saying anything:

"Who is the saint you met before?"

Although one of the believers was puzzled, they still responded respectfully:

"Reporting to the divine envoy, it is the 'Witch King' Karaman."

"Witch King" Karaman... This name is so familiar... Yes, the author of my book "The Book of Secrets"... Didn't he die long ago? His active years have passed since thousands of years, and saints who are not special channels cannot live for so long... He joined the Rose School, but he still believes in the "primitive moon" and relies on some way to continue his life? Or, his sequence itself can turn him into a seed of immortality? Klein's thoughts changed and he remembered the origin of the name Karaman.

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On a sailboat moored at the port pier, in the cabin shining with faint moonlight.

A figure with fluffy hair and a black white figure walked out of the mirror. He was wearing a black robe with crimson patterns, with his forehead, corners of eyes, cheeks, and mouth, and a bloody color in his eyes.

At this time, on the back of his hand, he was exposed to the rest of his skin, his pores had already spread out, and white fluff stained with light butter were grown.

The old man's expression was a little distorted, as if he was suffering some kind of pain.

He quickly sat down to the edge of the bed, buried his head, held his hands together, and chanted something in a low voice.

In the difficult and difficult language, his forehead slowly cracked, and there seemed to be a red full moon embedded in it!

The moonlight dissipated, covering the old man. The white fluff on his body shrank and disappeared one after another.

But at the same time, the old man's abdomen bulged little by little, as if filled with liquid.

Finally, the clothes there and their skin were torn apart, and a ball of white feathered flesh flew out of it and fell on the deck. It wriggled and struggled for a long time before it decayed and disappeared.

Huh... the old man raised his head and breathed slowly, his blood-red eyes full of doubt.

He whispered to himself:

"The lover of death?

"But there is no death at all..."

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In the early morning, the Storm Church "Punisher" team, which has taken over the mysterious death of steam train staff, received new information:

The missing train conductor and driver, as well as several other suspected passengers, were found!

Not long after, several members of this "Punisher" team followed the clues to a certain place in the city and found the targets.

They were quietly hanging outside a house, hanging into a row.

"This is a provocation! The punishment person" the captain gritted his teeth and growled.

But when they put down their bodies and entered the house to investigate, they saw guys praying devoutly to the "primitive moon" and holding a rather evil ceremony.

"...Catch them all! Punisher" captain was stunned for a second before giving an order.

The believers of the "primitive moon" seemed to have regained their rationality until this time and resisted one after another, but were quickly suppressed, either dead or injured.

Captain "Punisher" looked around and said to his companion incomprehensible:

"There was a whole row of dead bodies hanging at the door, but they didn't even notice it?"

A team member of the "reader" path thought about it:

"Those dead bodies are probably guiding us to investigate here."

Captain "Punisher" eased his impatientness and nodded thoughtfully:
Chapter completed!