Mysterious Tribulation

Pulmouth.

The streets are full of police officers patrolling, traffic arteries and crossroads, and guards set up chucking checks, vigilantly scanning every passerby.

The sky is full of clouds, and the atmosphere is dignified to freezing.

All of this is said to be related to the terrible attack that occurred when the Pope was speaking.

The daughter of Baron Jacques, Metana Jacques, took her mother and returned to her home in the Queen's Quarter.

Her mother was constantly wiping her tears with her handkerchief. After seeing the familiar house, she sobbed quietly: "I'm sorry, Metana, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, Mom, you are just controlled by evil spells!"

Metana comforted her mother and rang the doorbell.

After the surprised maid screamed, a middle-aged man with messy hair rushed out immediately.

His face was haggard, it was ‘Baron Jacques’. Seeing the mother and daughter of Metana, he couldn’t help but gestured: “The Holy Spirit is on, it’s great that you are all right, I...I regret it!”

"It's okay, everything is over."

Metana comforted: "That nasty guy is dead, and everything will return to normal."

"How can it be that simple?" Baron Jacques smiled bitterly, and his expression immediately changed.

Metana looked at the next door and found two men with cold temperaments in black trench coats came over and showed their credentials: "We are from the Military Intelligence Bureau. I would like to ask three of you to go back and assist in the investigation."

People involved in the ‘God of Suffering’ and the ‘Blood Deed’, whether civilians or nobles, must be censored.

‘Military Intelligence Department, they are guarding me deliberately, it is too much! ’

Metana was indignant, but the expression on her face became calm: "Yes, but we need to freshen up and dress up first. This is aristocratic etiquette."

The two secret agents looked at each other: "Yes!"

...

It's also Pulmouth, somewhere underground.

The ‘Lotus Eater’ was organized in a secret center in Pulmouth.

The ‘Archbishop of the Blood Cup’ wore a blood-colored robe, his face was old, and he held a group of constantly flowing shadows in his hands.

As a supporter of this attack, he did not directly participate in the incident on the Lecture Square, but led many ‘Lotus Eaters’ to create riots in Pulmouth and restrain a reinforcement kingdom’s ‘under the crown’.

So after the incident, he succeeded in getting out of his body, not only that, but he also got ‘paid’!

The shadow flowing in his hand clearly belongs to the person who was assassinated by the "God of Suffering" looking for an opportunity, and belongs to the crown of the Kingdom of Invis-the "Spirit World Shadow"!

This is the spiritual relic of a sixth original Beyonder, whether it is exchanged or made into a magical item, it is a huge wealth!

"This action...at least...we are not completely unprofitable. Next, inform our people, try to hide as much as possible, and if necessary, they can evacuate Pulmouth and don't confront the furious Invis!"

The Archbishop of the Blood Cup smiled and said to the senior lotus eater in front of him.

There is also competition among evil believers, and it may even be more fierce than ordinary associations.

The "God of Suffering" betrayed and failed to activate the seventh element at the same time. Although the major alliance of the "Mother of the Night" and the "Master of the Skeleton" was a failure, the mood of the Archbishop of the Blood Cup was very subtle.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop... and the mysterious people who have appeared in the fog of history. Do you need to investigate?"

A senior lotus eater asked cautiously.

"Well, investigate it." The Archbishop of the Blood Cup replied casually.

He actually knows more information than other high-level officials, after all, one of his incarnations fell on the Sotos Ruins.

But it involves a ‘external immortal’ who does not want to directly confront the opponent before he has activated the seventh element.

Although ‘the God of Suffering’ is over...but he at least pointed out a way forward for me...this era may really produce ‘immortals’! ’

‘Next, maybe it’s my turn. ’

There was a glow in the heart of the archbishop of the blood cup.

Hiss!

At this moment, on the altar behind him, a slight snake hiss suddenly sounded.

A trace of dark red blood poured out from the gap in the altar, continuously drenching it outward.

"My lord!"

The archbishop of the Blood Cup changed his expression, took the lead and knelt down, chanting loudly: "Let's call upon the Lord of Tibetan Skeletons, and take charge of the God of February!"

"You are the ruler of ghouls, the ruler of bone and blood, the serpent that coils around the world!"

...

Amidst the sound of prayers, the altar in front suddenly roared, greedily devouring the two high-level lotus-eaters nearby.

During the screams, all their flesh and bones turned into dark red mist, which filled the altar, revealing a pair of terrifying huge vertical pupils!

The Archbishop of the Blood Cup also screamed, and the blood vessels in his body exploded, like small snakes, crawling and crawling on the ground...

"My lord... I am guilty!"

The old man screamed, disregarding the blood dripping on his body, and leaned respectfully in front of the altar, crying and confessing his gloomy psychology.

The scene resembling torture lasted for half an hour.

In the end, the mist on the altar quickly dissipated in a burst of harsh babbling, as if made up of countless snakes hissing.

The Archbishop of the Blood Cup climbed up tremblingly, his back became rickety a lot, but his eyes were cold, and he swept everyone present: "The great'Tibetan Lord' has descended the oracle!"

He smashed a mass of flesh and blood and let the blood-red liquid outline in mid-air, forming several lifelike portraits.

The voice of the Archbishop of the Goblet is like a winter wind:

"Check—'Evil Spirit' Oclair Sotos!"

"Check—Aaron Yoggs from Green Forest!"

"Check-the Sotos family~www.readwn.com~ all the information about the Earl Greenson, the most important thing is his faith!"

"Check—After the resurgence of the Spirit Tide, all the hidden existences with honorable names, whether they have died out or still exist... The focus is on the ‘False Spirit’ and the False Spirit Sect!"

"I want to know everything about them!"

"Remember-at all costs!"

All the high-ranking lotus-eaters present were stunned. The oracle of the ‘Lord of the Skeleton’ has been given unprecedented attention!

But they didn't dare to have any objections. They had all seen the tragedy of the archbishop before.

At this time, I couldn't help but praised the ‘Master of the Skeleton’ more loudly...

...

‘Blood of Decline’, a secret meeting place somewhere.

The scholar-rich leader Bogin Sauron stood solemnly, looking at a gourmet who was slowly cutting steaks at the table in front of him, a trace of unnaturalness appeared on his face.

The gourmet has white-blonde curly hair, elegant and impeccable manners.

But in fact, he is the president of the ‘Gourmet Association’-Flanders!

A beloved of "Mother of Night"!

"I hope you don't let the mother **** down!"

Flander wiped the corners of his mouth with a white napkin, and finally exhorted.

"Mr. President... Our ancestor of'Dying Blood' is just an exiled from the Sotos family... About that legendary earl, we really know very little..."

Borgin Sauron just explained that his neck seemed to be held by an invisible palm, and his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

Not long ago, when Flanders arrived, he didn't recognize a certain high-level "Blood of Death" who seemed a little rude to him, and it was on the dinner plate now!

Bogin Sauron suddenly looked very serious: "We will certainly do whatever it takes to serve the Mother God!"