The rag doll's lifeless eyes, which could not move at all, stood upright as it looked towards the area that the crimson moonlight could not reach. The man with the red and swollen spots on the side of his face and the other cultists who had been standing there quietly now lowered their heads and raised their hands one after another, as if they were about to pray and listen devoutly to the "oracle".
Two or three seconds later, the rag doll finally stood up straight. Just as it was about to open its tongueless mouth and make a sound that did not belong to this "body", all its movements suddenly became stuck, like a severely rusted machine.
——Klein, who was hiding among the cultists, had just seen the rag doll strangely extend a "spiritual thread", so he began to manipulate it without hesitation!
In the room lit by the wall lamp, the light suddenly dimmed, and the rag doll with curved eyes and mouth had its bone-like support removed instantly. It collapsed suddenly on the table, without any movement.
As the street lights flickered thousands of meters away, Klein lost control of the "spiritual thread" and, with the help of the power of the rag doll's descent, it jumped out of his range in just one or two seconds!
Woo!
A chilly and biting wind blew through the room, and the carpet on which the tables and chairs were placed suddenly ripped apart, knocking the man with a small red and swollen bump on the side of his face and most of the cultists to the ground. Only Klein, who was in disguise, jumped up in advance and avoided the accident.
Of course, the "winner" Enzo was right at the edge of the carpet and was not affected at all.
Woo!
In the cold wind, the carpet rolled up and tightly wrapped several cultists, then covered their mouths and noses tightly and entangled their throats.
At the same time, the round-bellied fountain pens on the desk took off their caps and flew out, piercing the neck of the man with the red and swollen bumps on the side of his face. They were so densely packed that there was no space between them.
The wooden chair exploded with a bang, sending tiny spikes flying out, not sparing any of the remaining cultists.
Near the wall, the pipe of the wall lamp cracked automatically, and the gas inside seeped out with a hissing sound.
The curtains covering the sofa stood up, twisted into a rope, and wrapped around the conductor's throat; several floorboards snapped and pierced the bodies of several cultists from bottom to top.
In an instant, all objects in the room were filled with aggressiveness, trying to strangle every life here.
Klein wanted to dodge, but his shirt, pants, belt, coat, and hat all took on a life of their own and sealed him in place.
His mouth suddenly opened and a sound came out:
“Bang!”
He simulated the sound of snapping his fingers.
Red flames rose from his pockets and instantly covered his body, freeing him from the restraints.
At this moment, the curtain on another sofa stood up, as if it was draped over by an invisible person.
Such a strange image immediately appeared in Klein's eyes. His body began to tremble and froze in place. He was possessed by an "evil spirit"!
The flames that had risen up earlier had not yet gone out, and were about to burn the clothes and flesh, but instead they burned the entire person into a black paper figure.
The back of this paper figure is covered with feather-like patterns, giving it an unreal, semi-illusory feeling.
This is a "mutated paper man" contaminated by the artificial breath of death!
——Klein knew from the beginning that if he wanted to wait for the rag doll to mutate, it would only be possible under two circumstances. One was that the one disguised as a god was nearby and could sense the death of the believers, so he made preparations and deliberately descended to set a trap for the troublemaker. The other was that the one using the rag doll was indeed a secret existence who was unaware that the sacrifice had been destroyed and still descended as expected to give further "oracles."
In either case, it meant that things were dangerous, so why would Klein perform unprepared?
According to the other party's ability to descend or possess a rag doll, he placed the paper man that had been mutated by the contamination of the artificial breath of death into an iron cigarette box in advance, and maintained the level of the secret doll at the level of an ordinary person, 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 "Paper Man of Death"!
The red flames curled inward, the black paper man ignited, and the pale color suddenly spread out, tinged with a bit of dark green.
A slightly painful groan was heard, and a transparent afterimage flashed by in the window reflecting the crimson moonlight.
Almost in no particular order, the objects that had "come alive" in the room fell down one after another, returning to their dead silence, while streams of fire rose from the "winner" Enzo and enveloped him.
At this moment, in this port city at the northern end of the southern continent, in the houses, the residents were enjoying the relaxation of the evening and the warmth of their families, not noticing that the light on their glass windows and the surface of their wall lamps dimmed from time to time and then quickly returned to normal.
Along with this dimming, the fire in the fireplace grew and shrank, and the residue in the kitchen rekindled and then died out.
During this process, the glass mirror of one house dimmed the most times, and the firelight changed as well. However, in the room, several believers were praying to the "original moon" without noticing anything.
After an unknown amount of time, the crimson moonlight grew a little brighter, and the entire city seemed to be covered in a soft veil.
Such brightness soon returned to normal, and a stream of red flame rose up from the top of a silver candle on a dining table.
The "winner" Enzo walked out, his body and face rapidly changing into Gehrman Sparrow.
Just now, at the moment when the red moon became brighter, he lost his target.
“Not only does it have the extraordinary ability of the high-sequence ‘Ghost’ pathway, but it can also borrow the power of the red moon... One of these two aspects must be achieved by relying on a seal or a magical item..." Klein muttered to himself and made a preliminary judgment.
After the demigod who possessed the rag doll was contaminated by the "Paper Man of Death", he originally thought he had a chance to defeat the other party. Who knew that the enemy's strength and methods were stronger and more diverse than he expected.
The only thing he could be sure of at the moment was that it was not an angel, and its strength and level were far inferior to that of an angel.
As his thoughts raced through his mind, Klein left the restaurant and entered the living room, where several believers were praying to the "Original Moon."
Unlike the cultists on the steam train, they knew clearly who they were worshipping and seemed to be more formal people.
One step, two steps, three steps, Klein walked into the room at a moderate pace. The believers noticed it and turned back.
Under the powerful illusion of the "Trickster", they mistook Gehrman Sparrow for a descending messenger of God, and saw a red moon shining quietly above his head.
Plop, plop, plop, the believers prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, paying homage devoutly.
Klein didn't say anything more and asked in a low voice:
"Who was the saint you met before?"
Although one of the believers was puzzled, he still answered respectfully:
"Reporting to the envoy, it is the 'Witch King' Karaman."
"Witch King" Karaman... this name is so familiar... oh yes, the author of my "Book of Secrets"... didn't he die a long time ago? He was active thousands of years ago, and a saint without a special path would not be able to live that long... He joined the Rose School, but still believed in the "Original Moon" and relied on some method to prolong his life? Or, his sequence itself can make him an immortal species? Klein's thoughts turned, and he remembered the origin of the name Karaman.
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Inside a cabin of a sailboat moored at the port pier, illuminated by faint moonlight.
A figure with fluffy hair and a white complexion walked out of the mirror. He was wearing a black robe with crimson patterns. There were wrinkles of varying depths on his forehead, corners of his eyes, cheeks, and around his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.
At this time, the pores on the back of his hand and the rest of his exposed skin had opened, and white hairs stained with a light yellow oil had grown out.
The old man's expression was slightly distorted, and he seemed to be in some kind of pain.
He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and recited something in a low voice.
Amidst the difficult and awkward language, his forehead slowly cracked, and there seemed to be a red full moon embedded inside!
The moonlight dissipated and enveloped the old man, and the white hair on his body shrank back and disappeared.
But at the same time, the old man's abdomen swelled up a little bit, as if it was filled with fluid.
Finally, the clothes and skin there were torn apart, and a mass of flesh and blood covered with white feathers flew out and fell onto the deck, where it squirmed and struggled for a long time before it rotted and disappeared.
Huh... The old man raised his head and exhaled slowly, his bloodshot eyes full of confusion.
He whispered to himself:
"The God of Death's Favor?
"But there is no god of death now..."
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In the early morning, the "Substitute Punishers" team of the Church of Storms, which had taken over the mysterious death of the steam train staff, received new intelligence:
The missing train conductor and driver, as well as several other suspected passengers, have been found!
It didn't take long before several members of the "Made-in-Punishment" team followed the clues to a certain place in the city and found their targets.
They were hanging quietly in a row outside a house.
"This is a provocation!" The captain of the "Made in Punishment" growled through gritted teeth.
But when they put down the body and entered the house to investigate, they saw a guy in the living room praying devoutly to the "primitive moon" and performing a rather evil ritual.
"... Arrest them all!" The captain of the "Made-in-Punishment" was stunned for a second before giving the order.
Those believers of the "Original Moon" seemed to have regained their rationality only at this time and resisted one after another, but they were quickly suppressed, and some were killed or injured.
The captain of the Mandated Punishers looked around and said to his companions in confusion:
"There was a whole row of dead bodies hanging at the door, and they didn't even notice?"
A member of the "Reader" channel pondered:
"Those dead bodies are probably guiding us to investigate this place."
The captain of the Mandated Punisher calmed down and nodded thoughtfully:
"Which demigod from which church is passing by?"