Under the crimson but dim moonlight, Emlyn took out a small metal bottle, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

Then, he seemed to turn into a shadow, floating on the wall and the ground, following Russ Bathory quickly and silently.

The vampires were always known for their speed. The two barons ran one after the other in the dark alleys and along the edges of the dark streets. It took them more than half an hour to reach the chaotic and dirty East District and stop in front of an old apartment.

Seeing that Russ Bathory chose to climb the pipe and reach the third floor in the quietest way possible, Emlyn slowed down his pace and did not rush to follow him, as this would easily lead to his being discovered.

After thinking carefully for two seconds, he took out a translucent perfume bottle, unscrewed the lid, pressed it down, and sprayed the liquid on his body.

This magic potion has only one function, which is to eliminate one's own smell and make it consistent with the surroundings!

Putting down the bottle in his hand, Emlyn took out a small brass metal bottle and drank the liquid inside with a gulp.

"Potions Professor is such a hassle..." he muttered, and looked down to see his hands becoming transparent inch by inch, with the brass metal bottle seeming to float in front of his cuffs.

When Emlyn stuffed the vial back into his pocket, all that was left was a suit, a top hat, and a pair of buckleless, strapless leather shoes, forming a human shape that moved around.

Another completely transparent perfume-like bottle flew out, floated in the air, pressed down on its own, and sprayed the potion inside onto the clothes with a hissing sound.

The outlines of the suit, top hat and leather shoes gradually faded and finally disappeared.

After completing his "invisibility", Emlyn glanced at the room that Russ Bathory had entered, climbed up the pipe invisibly and silently, and chased after him at an extremely fast speed.

While the window was half open, he floated into the room like a transparent cloud without making any noise, hid in the corner, and looked at Russ Bathory, who had a thin but charming face, to find his target.

The latter's brows gradually furrowed, because the place was completely deserted. Not to mention people, there were not even any mosquitoes that had become active in the past week.

And the blood baron can be sure that the "Moon Puppet" is here.

Suddenly, a creaking sound broke the frozen silence.

The door of the room then moved back, and a woman in a black dress walked in slowly. She looked at Ruth Bathory and said in a vague tone:

"Who are you looking for..."

Emlyn looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the person coming had a dark complexion, thin eyebrows, soft features, and a droopy mouth. It was his target, Windsor.

However, in Emlyn's eyes, this devout believer of the "Original Moon" had changed a lot from the one in the portrait. Now her eyes, eyebrows, and mouth were curved, as if she was imitating the current Crimson Moon.

Her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, and her exposed skin were all covered with dried grass and flowers, in clumps and blossoms.

...Hiss, what on earth did Ruth Bathory sell her? How did she become like this? Emlyn was startled, and felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

At the same time, clumps of dead grass, mixed with withered flowers, grew on the ground, walls, doorways and ceilings.

They completely isolated the room from the outside world, creating a very strange scene.

Russ Bathory smelled danger and did not attempt to communicate. Instead, she took out a small metal bottle and drank the liquid inside.

Bang!

He dropped the bottle, and pounced on the mutated Windsor, leaving behind an afterimage. His fingernails stretched out, and black air swirled outside his body.

Windsor, covered with dead grass and dried flowers, rushed forward like a large rag doll at the same speed, not caring about his own injuries at all, and grabbed Rune Bathory with one claw.

Bang bang bang!

After a series of collisions, Russ Bathory flew backwards and hit the wall.

His sleeves had been torn off and bone scratches were visible on his skin.

And between the flesh and blood, dried grass and flowers are slowly growing out!

What a monster... This was Emlyn's first time encountering this kind of enemy, and he kept hiding in the corner, almost forgetting to help.

He did not show up rashly. Various thoughts flashed through his mind quickly. While observing the battle between Ruth Bathory and Windsor, he considered how to deal with such a situation.

The weirdest thing is the dead grass and flowers... Dead grass and flowers... They should be very afraid of fire! Emlyn's mind moved, and he immediately gave up his invisibility, took out another small metal bottle, unscrewed the lid, and gulped down the drink.

With a "puff", he sprayed out all the liquid in his mouth.

As soon as those gray-red water droplets came into contact with the air, they immediately exploded, and blazing flames extended to the sides.

Flames overlapped, flames connected, and instantly the room turned into a red ocean!

Amid the crackling sounds, the dried grass and flowers were ignited one after another, and infected their companions at a very fast speed.

In just two or three seconds, this sealed environment was almost destroyed, and the dead grass and dried flowers on Windsor's body began to burn.

At this time, a big hole had been dug in Russ Bathory's chest. He had lost most of his combat power and was relying on the vampire's super recovery ability to survive.

Looking at the torch-like enemy, Emlyn keenly sensed the decline of the opponent's aura, and pounced on him without hesitation, circling Windsor and making consecutive grab attacks.

From under his feet, black air rose up and wrapped around the believer of the Primal Moon, like shackles with life.

Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!

Amidst the intense and short sounds, two figures suddenly came close.

All movement disappeared, and Emlyn grabbed Windsor's throat with his left hand and lifted her up.

After hesitating for a second and seeing the opponent's ferocious look, he snapped the enemy's neck.

Bang!

A slender little puppet inlaid with dead grass and dried flowers fell to the ground from Windsor, and the fire in the room gradually subsided.

Emlyn pulled off Windsor's mutated head, turned around, and looked at Russ Bathory, who was panting heavily. He placed his free right hand on his chest and saluted with a smile:

"Thank you for your help."

Seeing Russ Bathory suddenly become angry and unable to snatch it, Emlyn added two sentences in a very good mood:

"Remember to give the puppet and the extracted extraordinary special ability to Lord Nibais. They are very problematic."

After he finished speaking, black energy condensed behind him and two illusory bat wings grew out.

With a whoosh and a flap of wings, Emlyn turned and flew out of the window, landing in a dark alley nearby.

After stepping firmly on the ground, he put away the condensed black energy and looked back.

Seeing that Russ Bathory did not follow, Emlyn breathed a sigh of relief, put his fist to his mouth, and muttered while coughing:

"I hate flames and smoke!"

He was about to leave the East District when he felt a sudden chill on his back.

Emlyn tensed up, holding Windsor's mutated head, he slowly turned around and looked towards the shadow in the corner.

He first saw a small dark figure standing there, and then saw the other person's appearance clearly:

Its body is as slender as a wooden stake, its eyes and mouth are curved into the shape of a moon, and its surface is inlaid with a lot of dead grass and dried flowers. It is exactly the "Moon Puppet" in the room before!

It's got me... What on earth is this item... This place is still far from Lord Nibais' residence... It's really dangerous outside... One thought after another emerged in Emlyn's mind, sending chills down his spine and tensing his muscles.

As the thought flashed through his mind, he suddenly had an inspiration. He stared at the "moon puppet" and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:

“Fools who do not belong to this age;

“The mysterious master above the gray fog;

"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck..."

…………

“Who’s not sleeping so late at night?” Klein turned over and sat up, rubbing his forehead with a hint of anger.

He quickly left the bed, walked four steps backwards, entered the gray fog, and sat in the seat that belonged to The Fool.

This guy Emlyn White? Klein took a look and doubtfully extended his spiritual power to touch the crimson star representing the moon.

He immediately saw Emlyn, who was standing stiffly, staring at a strangely elongated puppet.

The puppets were covered in rich but illusory crimson moonlight, rising and falling gently like the tide, establishing a connection with something in the sky.

At this moment, the crimson moonlight was spreading silently, covering Emlyn White.

There is a problem... This puppet has a big problem... With the help of the gray fog, Klein saw more and without hesitation let the "Poseidon's Scepter" leave the pile of debris and fly into his hands.

The blue-green gems on the top of the bone staff lit up one by one, emitting dazzling light.

…………

After reciting Mr. Fool’s honorific name and requesting assistance, Emlyn felt his already low-temperature blood getting colder and colder, and it was gradually turning into frost.

This made his body stiffen quickly, and he watched the "moon puppet" swaying towards him.

At this moment, the air in the alley was filled with silver-white light, dispelling all the gloom and darkness.

Bang!

The lightning rolled into a ball and landed on the "Moon Puppet", submerging it in silver.

The light flashed, and the strange puppet was charred all over and fell down without any decoration. The blood in Emlyn's body was no longer frozen and resumed flowing.

He quickly got rid of his stiffness, knowing that Mr. Fool was still watching him, and asked in a low voice:

"What do you need, no, what can I offer you?"

He has always believed that Mr. Fool follows the rule of equivalent exchange, so he thinks that if he asks for help, he must pay the corresponding price.

After a brief silence, he saw the endless gray fog and vague figures, and heard the majestic voice from above:

"The puppet."

"Okay." Emlyn took two steps forward, bent down to pick up the puppet, then dealt with the scene and quickly left the East District.

Klein returned to the real world only after carefully using the paper angel to interfere with the divination.

When he was about to go back to sleep, he was shocked to find that the moonlight outside was bright as if stained with blood.

Hmm... Klein walked to the window puzzled and looked outside. He saw that the crescent moon had become round at some point and was as red as blood.

Another "blood moon".

…………

"Blood Moon"? Alger Wilson looked up at the sky and walked steadily into the Thunder Church in front of him. This was where he would report on his duties tomorrow.

In the center of the island, on the top of a towering mountain, there is a church called "Storm Abyss". It is the headquarters of the Storm Church headquarters and the temple within the temple.

PS: Thanks to the Silver Alliance killer Zhong Kui~