Chapter 311 The Breaking of Maggie's Tears

   Peacock City.

  In the resident building of the Society for History and Ritual.

  Because of the previous attacks, serious damage and collapse occurred here, and now it has been blocked by several bright yellow warning strips, and it is under reconstruction.

   Inside the warning strip and shelter, beside a piece of blood-stained gravel and broken walls, a group of people stopped and looked around.

   "Sage Quiller, the bishop of the Red Apple Church at that time, suddenly appeared from here, probably in the corner of the warehouse on the fourth floor. We didn't notice it at all... The attack came extremely suddenly, and members of the association suffered heavy losses."

  A member of the History and Ceremony Association looked respectful, lowered his head and said in a deep voice to the middle-aged man in front of him.

  The "Sage Quiller" in his mouth is a long-haired man with a hooked nose and deep eye sockets. His eyes are the same color as his hair, dark brown. This person is wearing a leather windbreaker, long leather boots, and a thick book hanging on his waist. The cover is also a certain kind of leather, but with dense seams, it seems to be made of multiple pieces of leather.

   "Well, I see."

   Quiller said lightly.

  The voice of this person is very strange, like the cry of some kind of owl.

   Immediately afterwards, Quiller took off the leather glove on his right hand, exposing his dry and aging palm, and aimed at the ruins in front of him.

  Clatter...

  The sound of pages turning suddenly sounded, and Quiller's eyes flashed past fragments quickly.

  The surrounding light also became dim, and a strange wind with a very mysterious atmosphere blew slowly, and everyone present seemed to feel that they were in an old photo. The outline of the ruins began to flicker continuously, looking back towards the past, changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The phantoms of gravel and broken walls were reassembled, and the original appearance of the building was restored. The scenes of explosions, collisions and fighting passed by one by one. President Johnson cut through his heart and then drained his blood.

  The picture has been regressing, returning to the initial calm moment.

   But at this moment, the picture suddenly stopped.

  It seemed that something got stuck on the flipping pages of the book.

   Quiller narrowed his eyes slightly, and murmured:

   "Blocking divination-like monsters? Mystery resistance is not low... Hehe."

  I saw this person's right hand, which was like an old tree root, squeezed suddenly, as if crushing some invisible thing. Everyone seemed to hear a crisp sound of ping, which came from the far end.

  The screen moved again.

  However, everyone in the History and Ceremony Association changed their expressions in unison.

  They saw that in the backtracking historical picture, a hunched knight appeared out of thin air in the warehouse on the fourth floor, dragging the bishop in red robe, who was dying like a dead dog.

  I don't know what happened, but the bishop of the Red Apple Church suddenly had red eyes, a ferocious face, full of desire to kill and destroy. And his body, which was seriously injured and on the verge of death, returned to normal within a few breaths.

  The knight threw it away, turned around and disappeared in place.

  The disciples left behind the red-robed bishop who was panting heavily and fell into madness, got up and rushed outside.

  Boom!

  The picture of history shattered and dissipated, and everything in front of him returned to its original ruins.

   "Joko the Knight of Spades!"

   "It turns out that the bishop of the Red Apple Church was captured by him... I don't know what method he used to make that man look like a mad dog! As a tool to attack the association!"

   "Damn bastards! Are you treating us as a target for wanton teasing?"

   At this time.

   Quiller slowly put on the gloves and raised his hand as a signal.

   Everyone immediately stopped their angry noise, and their expressions also subsided.

Sage Quiller is one of the "Seven Sages of Keeping Secrets" of the Association of History and Rituals. These seven strong men are similar to the core executives of other Orthodox Churches, such as the Sun Monastery of the Sun Church, the Scarlet Monastery of the Red Apple Church and the moon Church monasteries, etc.

  He is a saint of history, his status is comparable to the vice president of the association headquarters, and he is deeply respected by everyone.

   "Since Joe dared to attack the association, the association should pay back... and this person is on the list of the most wanted criminals in the empire. We are obliged to do our part for the empire."

   Quiller said slowly.

  He turned his head and looked at the eight men and women on the right. They were wearing uniform bright yellow robes, with hoods covering their heads, and only the lower half of their faces could be seen. Around these people's waists and under their necks, there is a blue rope belt, which is fastened between the chest and abdomen, holding a beautifully carved round coin.

"Luonoli, you lead the 'Ancient Readers' team to hunt down the **** knight Qiao Ke, and strive to complete the suppression before the handover with the Hailing regiment tomorrow... He has no mythical aura, is not a high-ranking person, at most he is only a Sequence 5 the extraordinary."

   Queller ordered.

   "Yes, Lord Sage."

  The ancient reader captain named Lonoli replied.

  He exposed his naked and muscular right arm, put his palm on his left chest, and bowed slightly.

   "Joe is taking the path of fate, he is good at manipulating the stage space, it is not easy to lock, and it is very easy for him to escape..."

   Quiller explained calmly.

  He took off the ancient book at his waist, stroked the leather-like cover, then opened it, tore off a yellowed blank page from the top, and handed it to Loonoli.

   "It can help you find Qiao Ke's location and keep locking it, but it can only last for forty-eight hours..."

As he spoke, Quiller continued to flip through the ancient book in his hand, and then stopped at a page where words were written with blood, and saw that he stretched his whole hand in, as if traveling through time and space through the pages of the book, from the past of history Fragments, groping for something.

  Finally, Quiller took out a "stone" the size of an ostrich egg from the ancient book.

  This stone is covered with twisted spiral lines, which makes people dizzy after a long time.

   "Master Sage, may I ask if this is...?"

  Lonoli lowered his head and asked.

   "The Overlord's Egg."

   Queller said.

"This is a remnant of history. Although it is not as good as the original, it can still exert its seven or eight strengths. It can hatch an extinct ancient spirit world creature in an instant, Lena Ghana... This is a mythical bloodline. A powerful extraordinary creature with the power to disrupt the space, it is perfect for dealing with the extraordinary of the path of fate."

   Quiller said, and handed over the Overlord's Egg.

   "Originally, I didn't intend to come here, but just during this period of time, I found an old acquaintance from the path of destiny nearby, so I went to see for myself, and I left it to you to hunt down Qiao Ke..."

   "Thanks to the gift of the sage, we will not let the association down!"

  Luonoli took the Overlord's Egg with both hands, and said in a deep voice.

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  Chen Lun, who is far away in another red-stricken area in Yanbang, has just accepted the commission of the Murder Club and is planning to start a new round of hunting for the Red Apple Church.

   He hadn't made a move for nearly a week, and he couldn't wait.

   There is still 10 levels left to reach the full level of 120 in Sequence 6, and the required experience points are not a small amount, so they are so concerned about this matter.

  At this moment, he is walking in this city called Jiaoshan City, surrounded by desolation.

  Similar to the situation in all the red disaster areas, this place has been occupied by the Red Apple Church, and countless degenerate believers are raging in the city. The shelter and the Orthodox Church in the local area live in a corner, struggling to support, waiting for rescue.

   At this time.

  The [Maggie's Tears] worn on Chen Lun's ear shone without warning.

  【You are being spied on by "Historical Retrospective"! 】

  【The judgment failed, your historical traces have been discovered! 】

  【History and Ritual Association's favorability towards you has decreased! At present, it is endless! 】

  Chen Lun stopped immediately and frowned.

  He took off the drop-shaped sapphire earrings and found that its surface was cracked and looked fragile.

  ‘[Maggie’s Tears] also failed to resist the prying eyes? It was the high-ranking person who made the move...'

  Chen Lun's heart froze.

   Next second.

  Ping!

  The earring in the palm of the hand shattered instantly, and immediately turned into a green stone.

  【C-level monster - Maggie's Tears】Because it couldn't bear the power of the prying eyes, it collapsed, and the contained characteristics were separated out, and it became a sequence of mysterious substances in the natural faction.

'Pity…'

  Chen Lun sighed secretly, and put it away.

Feeling the faint warning from his spiritual intuition, he realized that the danger was constantly approaching. After thinking for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to hunt for the Red Apple Church. Instead, he took a step forward and instantly moved to a residential building next to him. .

  With a cold face, Chen Lun waved his hand casually, and hundreds of cards appeared out of thin air, floating around him, swishing.

Snapped!

   He snapped his fingers.

  The cards rushed forward like a torrent, and the dense cutting sound suddenly sounded, smashing all the seven or eight fallen believers wandering in the corridor.

  He didn't even look at the **** corridor, turned around, kicked open the door of a single apartment next to him with a bang, and walked in immediately. It was already empty inside, not only was there no one living there, there was not even a single piece of furniture left.

  Chen Lun backhanded the magic "recovery" to restore the door to its original state, and then closed the door and locked it. He sat down directly with his back against the wall, and then entered the wonderland.

  ‘Let’s use the environment of the fairyland to block out the interference of this world, and do some divination...’

  Chen Lun appeared in the wooden house at the entrance of the Crystal Mountain Range, and then lay down on the wooden bed, relaxed all over, and closed his eyes.

  ‘This is the first time I have dreamed in a fairyland, but this kind of divination is the most accurate. '

   Silently casting Feed Cui Meditation, Chen Lun's breathing gradually became steady and long.

   After a few breaths.

  His consciousness entered a deep dream.

  The fog gradually cleared away.

  A giant two-story-high beast appeared in front of Chen Lun. It had three snake-like heads, a body like an elephant, and four feet like an eagle. Its long tail was burning with blue flames, and its body was covered with dark green shiny scales.

   This giant beast danced wildly with three snake heads, and screamed upwards. The surrounding space twisted and fluctuated, and even tore apart the blue vortex. Countless yellow robes drilled out of these vortexes, like rags blown away by a strong wind, fluttering above Chen Lun's head, extremely strange.

  The head of the snake in the middle of the giant beast stared round its scarlet eyes, spit out a letter from the snake, and said with a sharp smile:

   "Qiao Ke, you must die!"

  (end of this chapter)