Lord of the Mysteries v7c30 - Tencent MTL

Eric became captain of Red Glove at the end of the previous war and was promoted to sequence 5 Wizards.

He has witnessed the death of his predecessor and former captain and knows that a higher sequence is not the first guarantee to make himself safer, but to be cautious and careful.

For the elite "red gloves" in "Night Watch", this is an idea that almost everyone believes in, because ordinary "night watchmen" may only encounter common problems that look like extraordinary events, with occasional omissions. There is also a great chance to turn things around by their own extraordinary ability, and the potential targets of the "red gloves" who are chasing all kinds of important cases must be quite dangerous things.

At this moment, Eric stood on the fourth floor of the apartment at 14 Praia Street, facing the closed dark brown wood door, and looked around:

"there are already two 'night watchmen' missing here, and we must not be careless."

At first, several residents of the apartment called the police that there was a stench coming from Room 403, and tenants of Room 303 often heard heavy footsteps overhead.

The police in the corresponding area dragged on for two days to investigate, and then never came out of room 403.

After the police confirmed this, they immediately referred the case to the Night Church, but the two "night watchmen" who came to deal with it were also missing, and the door of Room 403 was still tightly closed.

Based on this premise, the Archbishop of Sea County in the Night Church entrusted the matter to Eric's team and allowed them to apply for a "1" seal.

"Yes, Captain." Members of the "Red Glove" team nodded or opened their mouths and responded one after another.

Eric said nothing more, standing in front of the closed dark brown door of Room 403, raising his red gloved left hand and tapping his finger on one of his teeth.

A vague figure suddenly appeared in front of him, as if there was no thickness and infiltrated into Room 403 from the crack of the door.

Eric's expression was so attentive that he seemed to be observing the situation in the room through the blurred figure.

It was a not-so-powerful but special natural spirit driven by him, who usually lived on his left front tooth.

In the current situation, Eric believes that he can't break in directly, and it's best to do some reconnaissance first-even if his team has reasonable ability to match and strong seal assistance, it must be so careful.

If he can initially figure out the situation inside and make more targeted preparations, he believes that things will be a lot easier.

Just then, in Eric's eyes, tiny blood vessels stood out one after another, and some of them even burst.

Eric heard a heavy squeak as his vision was bright red.

The closed dark brown door flung open!

Inside the room, there were six figures, three in black and white checkered police uniforms, sitting on armchairs, high stools and sofas, two half-top hats and black trench coats, one standing by the door and one standing on the platform behind the belly window. pressed his face to the surface of the glass and seemed to be staring at the street downstairs.

There is also a figure sitting on a high stool on the edge of the balcony, with a delicate astronomical telescope in front of him.

The skin of these six figures are all swollen, as if a lot of gas has been injected into the body, and some places have even cracked and highly rotted, but they are still not withered, propped up with a sense of bluish light, and shed a yellowish black liquid.

Sensing the opening of the door, the six figures turned their heads one after another and looked at Eric and others.

The first was the former "night watchman" standing by the door, and the last was the man in the cotton shirt sitting behind the astronomical telescope, whose black and white eye was still glued to the lens and could only sweep the "red glove" team outside the door with the rest and the dark hole.

A faint stench got into the noses of Eric and others, and the indescribable coldness filled all around.

Eric's instinct is to raise his hand and hit his teeth to release more spirits, and then use the extraordinary ability of "nightmare" to force all the targets in front of him into the dream.

However, no matter how much he clicked his teeth, no spirit was released, and his extraordinary abilities associated with "witches" seemed to disappear.

At the same time, a "nightmare" in the "Red Glove" team was surprised to find that he could not drag people to sleep!

At this moment, except for the physical improvement brought by the potion, their extraordinary abilities disappeared and strangely disappeared.

"get out of here!" Without hesitation, Eric gave the order in a low voice.

This strange situation was something he had never encountered before, and he could only let the team evacuate first, and then select the seal to deal with it.

However, the feet of him and his team members did not move as a result, and they no longer seemed to follow the command of their own consciousness.

Eric instinctively looked down at his lower body and saw that his legs were swollen and his pants were about to crack.

In addition, he clearly felt that his skin was decaying, rotting and festering.

Before he and his Red Gloves team really got in touch with the target, they were caught in a lucid "nightmare" of watching themselves die and swell and rot, and it was hard to break free.

Just then, Eric's bloodshot eyes reflected an ordinary palm. He grasped the handle and gently pulled it out.

Kuang Dang!

The dark brown door of Room 403 was closed again, isolating Eric and his Red Glove team from the creatures in the room.

They instantly regained their grasp of their bodies, but their legs seemed to be badly hurt, making it a bit difficult to lift their feet or bend their knees.

Eric did not bother to examine his injuries and hurriedly turned his eyes to the palm of the hand that closed the door and its owner.

It was a young man in a classical bowler hat and a black robe. His facial features were so ordinary that he could not produce a deep memory. He would forget it when he turned his head.

"I sincerely suggest that you go back now and leave the matter to the archbishops or senior deacons, and of course, you have another option, which is to make a wish to me that I am a wandering magician named Merlin. Hermes is best at fulfilling other people's wishes. " Klein spared no effort in bewitching others to make a wish to himself.

Just now, when he saw the rotten face on the belly window, he suddenly had a bad feeling, so he came specially to confirm what had happened.

Fulfill one's wish. Eric recalled the education he had received during his training in the sanctuary:

Some high-sequence extraordinary people may be in the state of being detained and sealed, and they will pretend to be magical objects that satisfy their wishes to induce you to help him out of trouble. corresponding examples are: a magic lamp and a wishing pool that can satisfy three wishes.

Is this a high-sequence extraordinary person? But he doesn't seem to be in a state of being imprisoned and sealed. Eric looked left and right, thought about it for a few seconds, and asked tentatively:

"if we don't make a wish to you, won't you solve the anomaly in the room?"

No sooner had he spoken than he saw the man who called himself Merlin. The wandering magician of Hermes was lost in thought, showing some distress.

A few seconds later, Klein raised his hand and stroked the top hat, half smiling and half sighing:

"even if you don't want to, I'll try to solve it."

". Do I need to pronounce your honorable name or your real name when I make a wish to you? " Eric asked after exchanging glances with the team.

Klein shook his head:

"No, just say what you want."

There will be no occult connection. Eric tried it out and said jokingly:

"then I hope the anomalies in this room will be resolved and will no longer affect the surroundings."

Klein sketched a smile, patted the palm of his hand and said:

"your wish will come true."

Without waiting for Eric to respond, he smiled and said:

"the anomalies in it can suppress extraordinary characteristics and invalidate the corresponding abilities, but this is not absolute.

"in general, in a situation like this, my advice is."

As he spoke, Klein grabbed his left hand, took out a glass ball shaped like an eyeball, and twisted the handle with his right hand to open the door a little.

Then, through the gap, he threw the glass ball into the interior of room 403.

In the process of flying, the glass ball constantly absorbs the light around it, blooming brilliant, pure, extreme sunlight, just like a miniature sun.

The next second, Klein closed the door around his right hand, lest Eric and others' eyes could not bear it.

"my suggestion is to use the'1' seal of the Sun field for overlay purification." As he finished that sentence, Klein remembered the "mutated Sun Emblem" behind the Chanis Gate in Tingen. Although it was only a "3" seal, it could also solve the rotting creatures in it if it was given enough time.

Eric was about to say that we were carrying a similar seal, but we didn't get a chance to use it, when we saw Merlin. Mr. Hermes reopened the door to Room 403.

The six figures inside have evaporated out of thin air, different extraordinary characteristics are slowly gathering, and the original cold stench has been completely melted by the warm and warm feeling.

"solved?" Eric hesitated and asked.

Klein smiled and shook his head.

"No, the root of the problem is still there.

"have you done an identity check on the owner here?"

Eric immediately replied:

"he calls himself John and is an astronomy enthusiast who likes to study the starry sky with special binoculars at night."

Study the starry sky. Klein walked quietly into the room and said casually:

"search the place for clues that may exist."

For some reason, Eric suddenly felt that Merlin. Mr. Hermes seemed to be the captain when he first joined the Night Watch, professional, calm and trustworthy.

He nodded to the members of his team and signaled them to do as they were told.

And he himself was still on Klein's side, offering help and taking the necessary precautions.

Leaving him alone, Klein glanced close to the delicate astronomical telescope, then bent down and put his eyes close to the port.

This may be dangerous. Eric was going to give a reminder, but thinking of the other person's personality and level, he kept his mouth shut again.

At this time, Klein saw a bright and dreamy dark night sky through the astronomical telescope, where every star was shining slightly.

Suddenly, his vision was occupied by a huge eye.

The eyes seemed to be glued directly to the lens at the other end of the astronomical telescope, gray at the bottom, with yellowish pupil, and the internal blood vessels swelled up, seeping out disgusting translucent pus.