Chapter 136 Chatting in Aurora

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There are five people in front of me. This one is a hunter, and these four are also hunters.

——Amon: Revisiting the old place

The four hunters standing aside were all gray-faced, with curly hair, and irregular burn marks on their clothes and skin. The corner of one's mouth that looked most seriously injured was broken and stained with blood.

They were all carrying at least twenty sandbags, and Amon noticed that the "mystery weakened, reality enhanced" law was imposed on this open space by the Aurora Society's magical item "Lock of Forbidden". When both parties expressed no resistance, , suppressing all five hunters equally to the level of around Sequence 6, giving them full freedom to fight each other.

Even though it is high-sequence itself, it has now lost the power of high-sequence, leaving only the strengthened body.

Medici crossed his legs, raised his eyebrows and whistled in greeting when he saw Amon.

Amon got closer and took a closer look, and immediately discovered the differences between the four hunters from the Iron Cross: the hunter with a high nose and blue eyes who was the most injured had sweat on his face, but not much, and his expression was forbearing and angry. , but the action of carrying the sandbag is not strenuous. He should be the leader of this team, a strong man at the level of a demigod.

The Red Angel is out of trouble, but "the strength is only about that of an angel" is a huge beautification. Medici's real combat power should be higher than Sequence 3 and smaller than Sequence 2. This is the best situation when both Sauron and Einhorn are willing to cooperate.

The Iron Cross is also an organization that believes in the True Creator, and there should be specific internal information. For example, the Red Angel's current total combat power is only about Sequence 3, and it needs to be discussed with the other two.

The Dark Saint's expression was very calm, and he introduced in Amon's ear:

"Your Highness Amon, standing in the first row is one of the leaders of the Iron Cross and the leader of this meeting. His name is Tony Twain, and he is a "war bishop." "

And there is actually a demigod in the team that "meeted" the Red Angel. It's hard not to feel that a hunter restriction is about to happen.

War Bishop? The Sequence 3 of the Hunter path is more powerful than the Dark Saint, and he also brings his own mid-Sequence subordinates... This War Bishop is very courageous, menacing, and has bad intentions, and his true thoughts are clearly revealed.

But the Dark Saint said in his heart: These damn thugs, with their ability to cause trouble, our four-story underground base will probably explode before the church can encircle it. If the Lord hadn’t allowed us to get along well, I would have kicked them out the next day!

Amon ignored the rich and intense inner activities of the Dark Saint. He took a second look at the injured War Bishop and had a new assessment of the power of Medici and the Red Evil Spirit.

Even if augmented reality can injure hostile Sequence 3s, Medici has at least restored the strength of Sequence 3s, and only needs the cooperation of one team and two other people to increase his combat power to angel level.

Medici, who was leisurely on the steel structure frame, noticed Amon's eyes, laughed maliciously, then picked up something from his hand and threw it into the open space.

This thing hit the ground with a slight "snap". Amon took a closer look and found that it was a broken tooth stained with blood.

The Dark Saint let out a malicious sneer similar to that of the Red Angel.

Tony Twain's face turned red instantly, and he pursed his lips hard to cover up the blood on the corners of his mouth. However, due to the "weakened mystery and enhanced reality", his broken tooth probably had not yet completed its self-repair, and soon bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Amon, you should learn from him!"

Red Angel's laughter echoed in the ears of all hunters in the open space, with a strong ability to break defenses.

"His ambition is to become the new 'War Angel'!"

He jumped down from the steel structure roof, strolled up to Amon, and stretched out his big hand to grab Amon's shoulder.

However, Amon is still naturally wary of Medici, not to mention that the opponent is now suspected of ingesting Sequence 3 characteristics and regaining some of his strength. He quietly created a steal distance deception target, changed Red Angel's shoulder-to-shoulder target to Dark Saint, and moved three meters to the left. Unexpectedly, Red Angel just shook his head and got rid of the deception, and took a big step forward. Arriving at Amon's new position, Ka grabbed Amon's shoulder at the right moment.

Facing Amon's surprised expression, Medici's left face opened with a mouth.

Sauron joked: "You shouldn't just deceive Medici!"

Medici also echoed: "Yes, it is at this time that you can come in handy."

After saying that, he pulled Amon and turned around, facing the aspirants of the Iron-Blooded Cross Society, and teased unceremoniously: "This kid came with great momentum, and all his subordinates are also full of energy."

"As for now..."

"Shut up!" The war bishop, who was carrying a sandbag and had a red face, finally couldn't help shouting.

"Look, you are so energetic." Medici turned around and waved to the Dark Saint, "Everyone squats and does another five thousand."

"Yes." The Dark Saint tried his best to tighten his mouth.

"As soon as this young man came, he announced: 'Old man, it's time for you to give way to the newcomer!' Then he challenged me openly and openly. I like such an ambitious young man. It's fun to challenge him."

Medici laughed heartily and pointed his finger at Tony Twain unceremoniously. Although Medici himself had a lot of flaws, unlike the opponent's embarrassment, these scars perfectly set off the fierce and flamboyant temperament exuding from Medici's body.

"How about, if you have the courage, let's kill your body, right?"

At such a close distance, Amon quickly noticed that there was something abnormal about the wounds on Medici's body. Not only was his skin overall pale, but there was no blood in the wounds. There were gears and springs under the damaged skin.

"This body is a doll, commissioned from a craftsman, and its endurance is limited."

He yawned and was a little dissatisfied with the craftsman's craftsmanship: "I'm afraid that boy hasn't reached the level of a demigod yet, and the things he made can't be used by me at all. I'll just grab the body of a demigod hunter and let him transform it for me." alright."

Sauron suddenly appeared again: "Don't rob my family members, everything else doesn't matter!"

Medici pressed the left side of his mouth and laughed loudly: "How many demigods are there in the Sauron family now? They have been dogs for the Eternal Sun for more than a thousand years. After being overthrown, they could not even restore themselves. My hot face is pressed against the cold ass of the eternal blazing sun! I might as well go and rob the Einhorn family!"

Another conquistador emerges on the right, joining in dryly: "I don't have a problem with that."

"I made Einhorn become an angel family and fight for the family until the last moment. Since my descendants have become the royal family and received my favor, they should repay me."

"Ha, then I took the body of your descendant. You are the most adaptable, so you can use it to compete with me for dominance?" Medici gritted his teeth hard and forced the right side of his mouth back, "Dream Well, it’s not your turn to command me.”

Amon didn't pay much attention to Medici's evil spirit quarrel, and he didn't want to know how Medici defeated these 3 and 4 6s. He tried his best to back up tactically like Zaratul who was trapped by Edward. , wanting to stay away from that handsome face. At the same time, Amon secretly debugged the target of the fraud and found that only when the target was selected as the "Red Evil Spirit" could it accurately affect Medici.

However, Medici was well prepared and constantly strengthened his understanding of the surrounding things to resist deception. He even established a "spiritual link" with Amon first. They are now similar in strength, but due to the personality gap, Amon is deceiving. After choosing the link object twice, he was still forced to be included in Medici's communication range.

Medici became happy as soon as he connected to Amon's mind: "War Red Subordinate Group? What is that, I won't tell you?"

Amon's expression twisted. For the first time, he felt the same as the person whose heart he had stolen.

"What's wrong, little crow, won't you continue to cheat?"

"Oh, I was pulled into your spiritual link, and I share your identity and authority to a certain extent. If I deceive Medici now, I will also fall into the trap..." Amon saw through the trick and coldly He snorted and finally decided to speak, "I'm not here to see you, Medici, I'm here to see my father. I'm about to go on a long journey and want to say goodbye to my father."

"How strange."

When it came to talking about the true Creator, Medici restrained himself a little. In his lifetime, he could actually hear a true "goodbye" from a creature like Amon. Medici became more and more fond of this individual. A bunch of words rolled around the corner of his mouth twice, and the red angel finally said this: "The Lord has not seen anyone recently, and I can't even see him. You can try praying."

After saying that, Medici let go of his hand and disconnected his spiritual link. Amon immediately moved out of the stealing distance and walked towards the mansion without looking back.

The Dark Saint also temporarily resigned, saying that he would come back later to supervise the hunters and add 5,000 squats.

Seeing both of them walking away, Medici smacked his lips in boredom, turned around and returned to the hunters.

Tony Twain stared at Medici's back, and was startled when he saw him suddenly turning around. Their eyes met, and Twain not only did not flinch, but stared back with an even more fierce look.

Medici looked at him with interest: "Not convinced?"

As he spoke, He slowly came to him: "I thought the Lord had prepared a fine army for me, but I didn't expect it to be a group of arrogant boys."

"Obviously you bullied people too much!" War Bishop roared. Unfortunately, in the "augmented reality" environment, being able to carry forty sandbags without falling was already his limit. He couldn't even stand up. He could only Can use eyes as weapons, "If we are one on one..."

"If you lose, you lose. How can there be so much nonsense."

Medici raised his hand, and his wrists were separated in the middle. The parts moved smoothly and reorganized. His palms spread out, and his forearms doubled in thickness in the blink of an eye, turning into a black barrel. The muzzle of the palm was brewing with danger. yellow light.

The muzzle of the gun was facing Tony Twain's face. Medici, who admired the subtle expression of fear and forbearance on the other side, couldn't help but sneer: "I should really thank that little craftsman, these wonderful ideas have helped me a lot. "

"It's okay to be beaten if you are not as skilled as others, but you didn't have a fair fight when you led your subordinates to challenge me?"

Medici, with the extraordinary Gatling in his left hand and the extraordinary energy cannon in his right, was in a good mood, and his words became more and more ruthless:

"Don't be so boastful about your abilities. Rather than dreaming of building the world where extraordinary people control everything you want, it's better to be more pragmatic and digest the conspirators again as soon as possible."

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After waiting all afternoon, the materials finally arrived, and Klein immediately started mixing the potion. After the preparation was successful, he took the bottle of "Faceless Man" potion and returned to the second floor at a steady pace, entering the bedroom where the curtains had been drawn.

After locking the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and calmed down his slightly excited and anxious mood with the help of meditation. After sitting upright for more than ten seconds, Klein unscrewed the cap of the bottle, raised his right hand, and poured all the potion inside into his mouth.

A slightly tingling feeling reverberated in his mouth and esophagus, eventually fermenting into paralysis that made people lose consciousness.

Klein's spirit seemed to be withdrawn from his body. As a bystander, he saw that his mouth was melting, his nose was melting, his ears were melting, his eyes were melting, and his whole face was melting!

In just two or three seconds, his face and head turned into white wax roasted by fire. His body also had similar abnormalities, and his bones and skin seemed to be dissolved by blood.

No, this situation cannot be allowed to develop! Klein knew that if he didn't control himself well, he would be on the verge of losing control at any time.

While "watching", he tried to bring his thoughts back to his body, tried to visualize the image of layers of superimposed light balls, and tried to maintain a meditative state.

After a short but repeated attempt, he finally felt his body again and tried his best to control every tiny part in order to stabilize his final bottom line.

Melting and dissolution struck again and again. Klein endured it for who knows how long. Finally, he waited until it was over and regained the feeling that his body belonged to him.

At this moment, he knew that he had finally passed the threshold, entered Sequence 6, and became a "faceless man"!

Klein was not sweating, but was extremely exhausted. He reluctantly stood up and walked towards the full-length mirror, trying to observe his current appearance.

Under the illumination of the gas fireplace, he took two steps back suddenly, making the ground clatter.

The scene in the mirror is extremely horrifying!

Klein saw that his face and exposed skin were covered with densely packed light-colored granulations. This would make all normal creatures numb all over just by witnessing it, and they would subconsciously resist. Those who are timid may even lose their minds.

I know how to act and have completely digested the "Magician" potion. It is quite difficult for me to advance to Sequence 6. I am only two or three steps away from losing control. Those extraordinary people who rely on time accumulation and are barely qualified to take the corresponding potion don't know. No matter how much risk you take, the probability of failure is definitely not low... No wonder Sequence 7 is more common in major churches, serving as relatively low-level captains and bishops. However, when reaching Sequence 6, the number of people begins to plummet... Klein closed his eyes. , retreated and sat on the chair.

He used the method of "meditation" to contain his overflowing spirituality and recover from fatigue.

After about ten minutes, all the disgusting granules on his body subsided and merged into his flesh and blood.

Phew, Klein let out a breath, walked to the full-length mirror again, and looked at himself with a beard.

Suddenly, those beards began to squirm, and the flesh and skin were like half-dissolved wax blocks, undergoing strange changes.

In just a second or two, Klein changed back to his previous appearance: black hair and brown eyes, ordinary facial features, a clean face, a deep outline, and a slightly thin figure.

He quietly stared at his past self, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on his face.

With a gentle touch, Klein's face changed again. His nose was straight, his lips were extremely thin, he was handsome with a touch of delicacy, and there was pride that could not be hidden between his eyebrows. He was none other than the vampire Emlyn White.

A bit shorter... He laughed to himself.

At this time, the bones and ligaments in his body made a snapping sound, and his whole body suddenly jumped up. In appearance, he was no different from Emlyn White.

I found that I could accurately recall the appearance and temperament of everyone I met, and grasp their unique smell... Klein's pores squirmed, his body changed accordingly, and the smell on his body was different accordingly.

He looked at the full-length mirror again, letting his hairline recede slowly and turning the color of his eyes into a deep gray.

Silently, Dunn Smith seemed to appear in front of him again, staring at the team members in front of him who always reported abnormalities.

Slowly exhaling, Klein returned to his original appearance, but the corners of his mouth were still raised.

He thought for a moment, took a few steps back and wiped his face with his right hand.

When he looked in the mirror again, what appeared inside was a middle-aged gentleman with brown hair and dark eyes. The gentleman stared at him coldly, with a cold smile on his lips.

It really works, it looks so similar... Klein felt his hair tingle and tried to control the urge to retreat, even though he knew that the Edward Vaughn without glasses in the mirror was not him.

It's just a superficial change, not related to the essence. The temperament can only be imitated... Also, I can only be taller or shorter by 10 centimeters at present. It is difficult to do anything beyond this range... Also, there is a limit to the enlargement and reduction of the head. I can't simulate Father Utravsky's half-giant head at all... Also, I can only instantly observe the target's appearance and temperament, but I can't know his corresponding things. When I meet Miss Justice, This kind of "audience" is easily exposed... Haha, in the "clown" stage, the "clown" restrained the "audience", but in the "faceless man" stage, he was somewhat restrained by the "audience", which is interesting...

Thinking of this, Klein stopped changing and returned to the image of Sherlock Moriarty.

Divination, fighting, and the magician's extraordinary abilities have all been enhanced, but how much has been improved can only be confirmed through practice. I will take the time to go to the Cragg Club tomorrow... Klein took a final look and went downstairs to clean up the mess.

After taking care of his hands and tail, he quickly washed up and got into bed.

Lying there, looking at the crimson moonlight coming in from the window, he gradually became calm and peaceful with some confidence.

After a few minutes like this, Klein slowly closed his eyes, smiled and said to himself:

"Good night, Faceless Man."

TBC

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I have a dream. Let the hunters fight with modern weapons.

Gunpowder weapons must be very suitable for hunters. Once the ammunition is empty, it can be used as a bomb by throwing it into someone's face and detonating it, but the cost is a bit high.

War Bishop-Tony Twain: leader (one) of the Iron Cross who hunts down Ince Zangwill.