Chapter 208 Falling From the Sky

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Meanwhile, in the darkness, Colonel Alfred Hall and a small group of men were galloping down the road toward the nearest port.

There were only more than twenty people in this team, guarding around a carriage. On the carriage was the governor who they desperately rescued.

They ran out of the hidden door of the Governor's Palace, put the frightened Governor into the car, and fled without stopping.

Colonel Hall, who led the team, had sweat dripping from his forehead, which was blown through by the cold evening wind. This morning, General Emilius Levitt had just arrived here. In the early morning, he and others had to rely on this military private port to escape back.

His good friend, Major Pagani, was also beside him, holding the reins with one hand and holding the hat on his head with the other.

"Is Admiral Levitt okay?" Pagani asked uneasily while riding on his horse.

Alfred stared straight ahead: "This is not what we should consider."

"The order given to us by the admiral is to escort the governor safely away."

"Damn it, how can you always be so calm? Doesn't it make me look like a loser?" Pagani made a joke with a pale face, trying to liven up the atmosphere. After all, in the battle between demigods, the two mid-level Extraordinaries were of no use at all.

The gas lamp on this road was still burning, and the light dispelled the fear in Alfred's heart.

No one spoke for a while, and the chaotic sound of horse hooves echoed on the road in the early morning.

He took the time to look back and saw that everyone was performing their duties, quiet and calm, and it was a very good team.

Alfred was a little surprised. He vaguely remembered that the soldiers he came with had all kinds of shortcomings when they set off from the Northern Continent, because many of them were the sons of low-level nobles or merchants who wanted to gild or gain qualifications. Take the time to find street girls and drink alcohol when in port, and there are occasional altercations on the ship. He thought that this group of low-quality soldiers would run amuck in the colony, but after arriving in the colony, the chaos was significantly reduced.

He didn't pay much attention during this period, but he had already exercised so well.

When Alfred looked back at the others, Pagani beside him was also looking at him. Pagani's body was facing forward, but his head turned strangely to the side and back, staring at Alfred unblinkingly, eerily and horribly.

Alfred turned back, and so did he.

"How long have we been setting out?" he asked after a moment.

The blond colonel narrowed his eyes: "About ten minutes."

"That's almost there." Pagani said pretending to be relaxed, "That's ten minutes..."

suddenly.

The gas street lights started to flicker.

A strange aura swirled around them, and it seemed to be catching up from behind the team. This clean dark night seemed to have suddenly become foggy, gloomy and cold, revealing an indescribable gloominess.

"Damn, something's wrong." Pagani's expression changed.

"Don't stop, keep moving forward." Alfred also looked solemn.

The two mid-level Beyonders looked left and right, but saw nothing.

Their vision was blocked and they could not see clearly anything five meters away, but the darkness around them seemed to be pressing in, and the light from the gas lamps became dimmer and dimmer, almost extinguishing.

This may be because the pursuers are of a higher order than them, or it may be because they are not good at dealing with the enemy's extraordinary abilities.

"The ones who are catching up are the Spiritual Religion Group." Pagani's face changed slightly, "Such sneaky things must be them. Damn it, the Spiritual Religion Group actually took the opportunity to capture the city and even caught up? That indigenous leader must be a traitor! They have already colluded!"

The middle and low sequences of the "Judge" path have no obvious restraint relationship with extraordinary abilities such as spiritual bodies. If they are not restrained, they also have no more effective means of retreating from the enemy. This situation is normal, but this blocked vision reminds them of the danger.

"No one has caught up yet."

Although there were some effects of extraordinary power, no one died, and no monsters or corpses appeared, which proved that the pursuers were not weak and were far away. Alfred felt a little more relaxed and continued to move forward on horseback.

The road is not too long, but it will still take some time.

Moved on for a moment.

The surrounding environment is getting darker and darker, the light is getting worse, and the gas street lights can no longer illuminate the surrounding environment. Only the lanterns carried by the team still had some light, and the rest of the place was dark. Even the trees on the roadside could not be seen clearly, only a black outline could be seen.

"The Spiritual Religion is preventing us from escaping." Alfred said slowly after observing the surrounding situation.

Pagani nodded with an ugly expression: "Tsk, what do they want to do? Catch us all in one fell swoop?"

Alfred didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and faced forward, suddenly exuding a majestic aura that could not be rejected:

"No extraordinary interference is allowed here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the darkness in front and to the sides receded like a tide. The extinguished gas street lamps seemed to have escaped some shackles and lit up again one after another. The surrounding environment became clear again, and the trees on the side of the road appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

But the good times didn't last long. After only about ten seconds, darkness came again and the environment became dangerous again.

"It works, but this is not the solution."

Pagani suddenly gritted his teeth and said to Alfred: "If we don't stop the person behind us, we will be delayed forever, or even deviate from the route, and be caught up by the pursuers and die in vain."

As he spoke, he pulled the reins, and the horse began to move sideways, approaching the edge of darkness.

"Come back, Pagani!" Alfred was moved. "The two of us are spiritual enough to survive the remaining ten minutes."

Pagani asked: "Can you guarantee it? Alfred?"

As if to confirm his words, at the end of the team, a cavalryman was overtaken by darkness, and the lantern in his hand quickly went out. After a while, there were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground in the darkness.

Alfred looked ugly and remained silent.

Pagani smiled bitterly: "Let's see."

"It's useless to run away. The pursuers will definitely kill us. But he doesn't dare to get close. He only dares to slowly nibble behind us, which proves that he is not very strong."

Alfred Hall didn't speak anymore. He was a person who knew when to advance and when to retreat. He would not take chances or use chances to comfort others. At this moment, he couldn't find any words to respond to his friend's words.

"Live." In the end, Alfred only said this.

Pagani smiled easily and did not answer. With a jerk of the reins he broke away from the group, and a third of the cavalry broke away with him. They parked silently on the side of the road and were quickly passed by Alfred.

The second before being swallowed by darkness, Pagani raised his arms and waved as a farewell.

Then, he easily jumped off the horse, jumped hard on the ground, and imitated Alfred and shouted, "No interference from extraordinary abilities here!" It illuminated a small area, and then a knight Falling off the horse, the human body wrapped in light armor fell to the ground, making a muffled sound that was neither light nor heavy.

A member of the Spiritual Religion Religion, whose face was as pale as a corpse, came out of the darkness. He had already received the news in advance and knew that the officer in front of him was the inside agent, so he naturally played with him face to face, and they fought back and forth.

After going back and forth several times, the sounds of Alfred's team had completely faded away and disappeared.

"It's best to leave here. If I follow them back to Loen, my disguised identity will definitely be discovered."

Pagani - the "faceless doll" - spun around in a circle, kicked a small stone away, and adjusted his collar. The extraordinary characteristics that originally belonged to "Pagani" were hidden in his body, so he can use some "Judge" abilities.

The members of the Spiritual Religion Group looked at the manipulated corpse of the Extraordinary with great curiosity. He was curious about why the body of the dead Extraordinary was still active. He wanted to know about this ability to manipulate the corpse and his ability to control the corpse. What's the difference... In short, he wanted to take the "faceless doll" back and study it carefully.

Pagani felt the looming crisis, turned his head warily, and stared at the other party:

"I brought him here."

"I should go now."

After saying that, one of the knights' helmet automatically fell off his head, revealing the governor's face.

He looked uneasy and seemed to have fallen into a slumber, but there was no doubt that he had saved his life.

After the members of the Spiritual Cult confirmed their identities with photos, they politely moved out of the way. Pagani walked around him and ran away quickly without riding a horse.

After walking a few meters, he looked back warily, and then suddenly fell to the ground, breathless, and turned into a corpse.

The "faceless doll" lifted the corpse's head, climbed out of the collar, and ran away.

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"I won't catch up again..."

Alfred kept looking back. After walking through that section, the surging darkness actually improved significantly. The lights slowly turned on, the road became clearly visible, and the danger was gradually moving away.

The pursuer was stopped.

Likewise, Pagani didn't catch up.

Alfred's face was heavy and expressionless, as if he had turned into an emotionless escort robot.

After about five minutes, his eyes lit up, and the lights responsible for receiving people at the port appeared.

"Mr. Governor, we have arrived at the port." He spoke immediately.

No sound came from the carriage.

Alfred's heart suddenly suddenly appeared, and a terrifying guess suddenly appeared in his mind. He immediately ordered the team to stop, got off his horse, strode to the carriage, and pulled the door out hard!

The person sitting in the carriage was not the governor at all, but a strange corpse that had been dead for a long time!

Alfred's pupils shrank suddenly and he almost couldn't stand.

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Its daybreak.

After a night of chaos, Aldera has become a dead city, with mutilated corpses wandering on the roads and no living people.

Edward looked into the distance, gestured like a pistol, pointed it in a direction in the distance, and said: "Bang."

The thunder and lightning and dark clouds in the sky suddenly disappeared,

He moved his arm slightly again and pointed the gun in another direction very close to him.

Just as he was about to speak out, a man suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the muzzle of the gun:

"No need to kill him."

Edward's eyes shifted to the stranger standing in front of him, and he asked without surprise: "Isn't it good?"

"The arrival of Amyrius Levitt was an accident. I didn't intend for him to die here." The corpse with a pale face and gray eyes said calmly, "Negan died in a sneak attack, and Javier was left behind by Amy. Kill him, that's enough."

"..." Edward slowly lowered his arm, but his eyes were still looking in that direction, "I don't have the habit of letting people live outside the plan. He will die, but not now."

"That's fine."

The corpse had no objection to this statement. He just needed Amyrius to pass on Aldra's information.

"You can now tell me where Si'a might be."

The corpse replied: "West Balam, Kukwa, Uttar Pradesh."

Not too far, about a hundred kilometers in a straight line. Edward asked: "What kind of sacrifice is it?"

"I don't have detailed information," the corpse said, "but the Rose School of Thought invites the Spiritual Religion Group to participate."

"Oh, it seems that the local cult is very confident that it can entertain members of the Spiritual Cult." Edward said, "Since you said that is the most likely place for Si'a to appear, I believe you."

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." The corpse said calmly, "If there is still a deal, Mirela will go to you."

Edward smiled: "No need to tell me his name, a demigod without any characteristics. No matter how many times you tell me, I will forget him, unless he becomes an angel... By the way."

"Your friend mentioned the Artificial Death God Sect when he was chatting with me. I thought it was very interesting. Do you really think they awaken the God of Death through prayers and rituals?"

The corpse was silent for a long time this time, and finally shook his head: "No."

"Not only do I not believe it, on the contrary, I am very skeptical."

Seeing that he was willing to reveal more internal information, Edward continued to verify his guess: "Oh, why do you say that?"

"My ancestor, Azik Eggers, is still alive. This involves a secret of our clan, but I can be sure that before Azik Eggers wakes up, the great God of Death is still sleeping soundly in death sleep and will not respond. anyone."

In the distant city, there was a slight fluctuation in the voice of the "Pale Queen" behind the gauze curtain, as steady as an iceberg.

"So I'm suspicious of who's responding to them..."

Edward's eyes narrowed slightly: "Perhaps it is indeed the legacy of the 'God of Death' that has been activated."

"This is the best answer, but it's also bad enough." The corpse said no more, the string of control broke, his eyes slowly closed, and he fell at Edward's feet.

Edward kicked him to the side with his feet. After standing there for a while, a brisk running sound came again. The little wooden man appeared not far away, running all the way, grabbing Edward's trouser legs and climbing up. Finally got into the pocket of the windbreaker.

Edward patted his pockets before turning around and leaving this completely dead city.

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Oravi Naval Base.

"Still looking for it? We have already searched three times."

A yellow-haired soldier yawned and reluctantly walked forward behind his companions.

His companion was full of energy, walking up and down the meadow:

"It can't be wrong. I saw a meteor last night, and it fell right here."

The yellow-haired soldier disagreed: "It's just a broken stone if it falls. What's the use of picking it up? Don't wait too long. Morning exercises are about to begin. Maybe the admiral will come to inspect today."

"If I have time, I'll take another look and leave. Meteorites are very expensive, and many private collectors are willing to bid for them." The companion is still eager to try, "Some special meteorites are even purchased by the church, and I heard that meteorites are The quality is very good…”

"Acquired by the church?" Yellow Hair asked curiously, "What kind of special person can be acquired by the church?"

"I don't know, I just heard." The companion looked around for a while, then suddenly looked in a certain direction, "There is a trace there!"

He ran towards a wasteland, and the yellow hair had no choice but to follow him. When he entered the wasteland, he suddenly shuddered.

"Is this originally a wasteland...?"

The yellow-haired man muttered and looked around uneasily. He found that the wasteland he was in was not big or small. It was a circle with a radius of more than 20 meters. There were weeds growing around it, but there was nothing in this area. No, like carefully manicured.

Will someone come and mow the grass here? The yellow-haired man became more and more uneasy and had to look for his companion's back. He happened to hear his companion shout:

"it's here!"

He was not far away, squatting on the ground, leaving the yellow-haired soldier with his back, blocking what the other party was observing.

"Come on, come on, take it and leave quickly."

The yellow-haired man walked over quickly and stood behind him. He saw a depression the size of an iron basin on the ground in front of the two of them, and in the middle of the depression was a stone the size of a fist. Before it fell to the ground, the stone should have been larger, covered with mysterious light green lines, and looked like a handicraft. The yellow-haired man was attracted to it, and suddenly he could understand the collectors who purchased meteorites.

"I think it can be sold at a good price." My companion said happily and reached out to take it.

"Okay, I'll leave first." The yellow-haired soldier yawned again, turned around and was about to leave. He opened his eyes and suddenly found that the place where he was standing was strange, as if... it was the center of this wasteland. .

No, it should be said that the falling point of this meteorite was the center of the wasteland, and I just happened to be standing here!

A meteorite that can turn the surrounding grass into a wasteland? The yellow-haired man quickly turned back, wanting to remind his companions to throw away the stone, but when he turned around, he found that there was nothing behind him.

The companion disappeared.

The meteorite left that groove.

The yellow-haired man's pupils shrank, and he pretended to be relaxed and said to himself: "Maybe I left first..."

In fact, the surrounding weeds are no higher than a person's waist, so it would be impossible to hide them.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he pretended to be nonchalant and walked away slowly, clutching the Holy Emblem of the Storm Lord hanging on his collar in his hand.

Just then, he felt something beneath his feet. The yellow-haired soldier lowered his head and saw a rotten and blackened bone beneath his feet, as if it had been buried in the soil for decades.

The shadow behind him stood up slowly, outlining a blue edge. The shadow stood up silently and stretched out its hand towards the soldier.

The yellow-haired soldier poked at the bone with his toes in confusion. The bone shattered at the touch, revealing a metal plate underneath.

The metal sign was severely corroded. He squatted down and saw a name engraved on it.

"E...K...S..."

This is the name of his companion.

The companion who was talking to him just now appeared in front of him in the form of a skeleton that had been dead for decades.

The yellow-haired soldier screamed. He panicked and tried to stand up and run away, but was horrified to find his own shadow standing with hands on his shoulders.

After a short scream, silence returned to the wasteland, and the area seemed to become larger again.

An illusory shadow stood on the ground, but if you looked closely, it seemed to have disappeared into the sunlight.

Only a few rotten bones and an iron sign were on the ground.

TBC

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Double update is over, I succeeded!