The breeze blew through the remaining walls of the Blackthorn Security Company, raising another puff of dust.

After the man who was blind in one eye left, a translucent bug covered with twelve links crawled out from Esther's pocket. It quietly arched its body and pulled it off Esther's forehead. A hair stained with a lot of blood. Then it held the hair in its mouth and quickly left the scene with an agility that was not suitable for a bug, looking for living creatures in the distance to use as parasite targets.

With Esther's "physiological death" caused by being attacked on the head after being consumed in large quantities, it was finally able to break away from the shackles of the light cocoon and return to freedom, absorbing its own extraordinary characteristics and the uniqueness that had been suppressed and hidden.

Since being pulled away from the light cocoon, its connection with the main body and other clones has been completely severed, and its destiny has been compressed into a completely independent individual. This made the little bug feel very confused when it was free, so it made a plan.

I am taking this hair away now just so that I can come back to look for this strange guy after contacting another unlucky clone, so that others can experience the feeling of being imprisoned.

Ha, that must be really interesting.

A few minutes later, Leonard's fingers twitched twice.

The old voice in his mind sighed: "Oh, it's over, it's over. If you have the energy, go and see. Your captain may still be alive..."

What he said was not complete - as for the others, they may all be dead.

Because Leonard completely fainted, the old man had no way to see what happened specifically. He did not choose to leave Leonard's body, but listened carefully to the changes in the surrounding environment through the sound.

He heard the roar of shattering buildings, the buzzing sound like a swarm of insects, the flow of liquid, and a series of crisp sounds like bursting bubbles, which all frightened the old man. The last two calls, one of which was in a language he had never heard before, made the old man understand that more changes had occurred. He did not take any action, but tried his best to contain his breath.

Of course he could accurately identify the owners of those two shouts, who were Leonard's two colleagues who were hiding strange powers.

Leonard opened his eyes, raised his breath and pushed himself up. His left arm seemed to be broken and he could hardly control it. His ribs on his right side were throbbing and throbbing, and so was his knee. Leonard coughed up a few bruises while breathing, and his throat was filled with the smell of rust. But fortunately, he suffered almost no fatal injuries, and he even cleverly avoided sharp stones when he landed.

At this time, Leonard had no time to think about whether the old man had helped him. When he dragged his tired body and wanted to approach Dunn, he first saw Esther's head with disheveled silver hair. There was a streak on the back of her head. Penetrating wounds with sharp cutting surfaces.

Leonard didn't even dare to turn Esther's face over because he was afraid of seeing the wound on the other side of her forehead.

Then Leonard saw Klein a few steps away. Klein's chest also had a penetrating wound that could kill him with one blow. The huge hole seemed to tear out Leonard's heart. He stumbled towards Dunn. , knelt down beside Dunn.

Dunn's chest was still rising and falling weakly. After Leonard heard Dunn's breathing, he could no longer hold back the accumulated emotions in his heart. His green eyes were soaked with tears, which soon left a mark on Leonard's face. Two clear tears washed away a little dirt and blood.

"Why……"

Why is this happening? Esther, Klein, how could they die like this? They hide so many secrets, they are fine, and the captain is still alive, why are they...

The old man's voice sounded: "Klein and Dunn fought until the last moment. Dunn used his heart to inspire the power of the holy object and expelled the baby. Esther, on the other hand, wanted to save your captain, so she lost the fight. The enemy's combat power is all planned by the other party. This has been a game from the beginning. The enemy's goal is the urn of Saint Selina. Everyone has been used by such a conspiracy..."

Leonard's fists hit the floor hard, but there was no way to vent his anger, only more grief emerged.

Leonard had never felt his weakness so deeply, and even began to hate his long-term slackness.

If he had been stronger, would the outcome of this battle have been different?

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Pier area, Dragon Bar.

Admissor, who was sitting in the corner, was shocked. If there was an Extraordinary with spiritual vision activated nearby, he could see that the light cocoon around him suddenly dimmed, and the crazy murmurs and visions in the outside world suddenly became clear again. But this was nothing compared to the sorrow that Admissor felt. He trembled and held his head, crying in a miserable state, muttering "The light is gone" over and over in his mouth.

Admissor's eyes soon became swollen. He suddenly remembered the items Esther gave him. He reached into his pocket to take out the unused bottle of ointment, but he brought out another item, a bottle of ointment. A blue-purple fruit candy exuding the aroma of grape juice, wrapped in candy paper.

But now, the candy has broken into several pieces, spilled out from the outer wrapping paper, and fell into the dust on the ground.

"Broken? Why!? The string of 'light' is also broken..."

Admissor wanted to run out screaming, want to cry and let everyone who saw it hear the bad news, about "the light disappears from here". The light cocoon on his body lit up faintly, and then completely Become transparent.

Admissor's tears began to flow down again. He threw himself on the ground and grabbed the pieces of candy, ignoring the dirt on them, and stuffed them all into his mouth.

The taste spreading on the tongue is very sweet, mixed with the bitter and astringent dust, and mixed with salty by the tears flowing into the mouth.

Admissor buried his face in his arms, and his back trembled from time to time. He began to utter words that others did not understand. It seemed that he had returned to the moment when he could not wake up. But if someone came close and listened carefully, they would hear him. Keep repeating: "Light will continue to guide me, light is immortal..."

Daffodil Street, Slim Bakery.

Wendy suddenly accidentally knocked over the teapot. Her heart was beating very fast, which was not a good thing for an old man. The dizziness lasted for several seconds before dissipating.

Wendy walked to the door while holding on to the wall, panting heavily and turned over the "Open" sign on the door, declining those customers who had not yet arrived.

She looked around the store blankly, her eyes resting on the back door for a long time. It took her more than ten seconds to realize that something was wrong. In addition to the aprons that Wendy and Fiona often wear, there was originally a third apron hanging there. This soft warm yellow checkered color is not their preferred color because it gets dirty easily.

Oh, but it is definitely suitable for young people, young girls who are very lively and have a bright smile.

The apron's straps were broken and it was curled up on the ground.

Wendy didn't know why she felt so uncomfortable. She got up to pick up the apron again and looked at it for a long time.

Backlund Bridge District, Platycodon Flower Apartment, rent a house on the 13th.

The lady in a rose-red dress took off her wide-brimmed straw hat and hung it on the hanger by the door, revealing her sweet and round cheeks. She was going to meet with the person in charge of the local organization tomorrow, and she must be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. . Having just participated in an underground Beyonder trading meeting in Backlund, she took off her high heels after returning to the apartment. She just wanted to rest quietly on the soft sofa and think carefully about the preparations for tomorrow.

This gentle lady habitually opened the secret compartment under the coffee table and wanted to take out the handkerchief wrapped with orange peels. However, she was shocked to find that the handkerchief had been torn inch by inch, and the orange peels inside were only in her mouth. Upon touching it, it turned into tiny, shriveled residue.

how so! ? Has anyone been here?

The lady immediately vigilantly checked the traps she had set in the house. However, what made her even more confused was that there were no signs of being touched by several curses, and her divination also yielded nothing.

Except for herself, no one else had entered the room at all, and even if they had, they had cleverly avoided the magic she had set. They had to be at least a lot higher than her in order to sneak in so quietly.

But why would someone with such ability come here just to destroy a mediocre handkerchief? Is this a warning? Or... because of the owner of the handkerchief?

But who was the owner of this handkerchief? Even if the beautiful lady wanted to break her head, it did not evoke the slightest relevant memory.

Backlund North District, underground of St. Samuel's Church.

In a neat lounge with many bookcases, the perception in Old Neil's mind suddenly paused for a moment. The opera story he held in his hand fell from his palm and spread out on the wool carpet, stopping just in front of the woman. The scene where the Lord confronts Death: "Darkness is coming, night is about to replace morning."

The pendant with the photo of his fiancée on Old Neil's chest gave off an inexplicable chill, which brought him back to consciousness from his empty consciousness.

"Why..." He touched his heart blankly and glanced across the room, always feeling that the world in front of him seemed to be missing something.

But it was clear that nothing happened in the room, only the book that had just fallen from his hands was lying on the ground in disobedience.

Before Old Neil leaned over to pick up the book, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a lady wearing black lipstick appeared there. She was not very old, but she deliberately wore very old-fashioned makeup. , the light blue eye shadow and blush gave her an enchanting charm.

The woman at the door looked very nervous. She was clutching a broken braided bracelet in her hand.

"Something happened in Tingen. Deacon Sesima has urgently summoned some Nighthawks. We need to rush there immediately... I think I should tell you. I have to go and gather right away."

Old Neil smiled, his dark red eyes showing clear light: "Go, Daly, don't waste time with an old man. Remember to say hello to everyone for me."

I hope that the strange feeling just now was not because something happened to them.

Old Neil picked up the book and stared at the line, always feeling that he had forgotten something.

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