Conan: Start with three choices, but sequence potion

Chapter 200 The Battle between Day and Night
After receiving the warning from the lighthouse operator, the local police station acted quickly and the news of the emergency evacuation spread to every household in just ten minutes. Police officers also went out in groups to knock on doors and notify everyone.

In Tingen, the appeal of the Orthodox Church is very strong, and most residents have no objection even when they are notified to evacuate at night.

After all, when everyone was worried about the evil spirits, it was the church that provided them with shelter. Even the fool believers living in the old city could not say anything bad about the Scarlet Church.

The police officers were divided into groups of two. Just as they had informed all the residents that it was their turn to evacuate, one of the police officers suddenly saw a figure walking out of the alley.

"It seems that some people have not evacuated yet."

He said something to his companion, then trotted over.

"Sir, something terrible may happen tonight, please move to a safe place immediately!"

"Oh, I understand." He was a young fat man wearing glasses. He had a simple and honest smile and gave people a sense of intimacy.

"I just saw a cat run by."

"Please consider your safety!" the police officer was a little angry.

"Sorry, I'll leave now." The fat boy touched his hair apologetically.

As he watched the two policemen leave, the fat boy's originally honest eyes suddenly became deep.

He touched his bulging belly, and even through such a thick barrier, he could still vaguely feel a burning sensation.

After walking a short distance, he suddenly saw the back of an old man at the corner at the end of the street. He seemed to be painting something on the wall.

The little fat boy walked over curiously.

"Old man, what are you doing?"

Old Neil turned his head to look at him, his hands moving non-stop. He smiled and said, "Recently, there have been more and more rats in the sewers. I thought about drawing some runes that can attract them to see if it would work."

As he said this, he made a self-deprecating remark humorously: "I hope the witch lady will not blame me for doing such a thing with the rune."

"No." The little fat man smiled and comforted, "After all, the Lord is a symbol of mercy and tolerance."

"you're right."

Old Neil looked somewhat relieved, and tapped his chest lightly: "May Scarlet bless you."

The little fat man also tapped his chest a few times without saying anything.

"Oh, right." Old Neil suddenly thought of something and kindly reminded, "A fight between Beyonders will happen here soon. The main road is not safe. You should take another road. The Scarlet Church is not far ahead. You can go there."

"Okay." The little fat man nodded.

"Thank you for reminding."

After he walked away, Old Neil shook his head and continued to draw runes on the wall.

But for some reason, he seemed to have forgotten that he needed to use his own blood to draw the runes. He just kept waving the brush, leaving a circle on the wall like a child's graffiti.

It was probably a full moon.

On the rooftop of a residential building that can be called a high-rise building in the old city.

Gin pushed open the door from the stairwell and walked out. He looked up at the dark night sky and felt a little depressed.

This is not good weather at all.
He put out the empty cigarette with his bare hands, then took off the guitar bag from his back, placed it in front of him and opened it.

Inside were many gun parts that were glowing coldly.

Gin assembled the rifle skillfully, selected a silencer that he liked, and then loaded the bullets.

He stretched out his hand to test the wind direction and air speed, and his long silver-white hair fluttered gently in the night breeze.

Having a rough idea in his mind, he placed his rifle on the edge of the roof and lay dormant.

There is no need for divination or prophecy, nor is there a need for a telescope. As a killer standing at the top of the world, his eyes are his ruler.

Gin's eagle-like sharp eyes narrowed slightly, slowly distinguishing in the hazy mist.

Soon, several dark red figures appeared in his field of vision. The scarlet lights in their hands were the best guiding lights in the night.

“Spark.”

The corner of Gin's mouth curled up in a cruel arc, and his eyes were full of excitement and bloodthirsty ferocity.

call out--

The sound of the gun was very clean due to the silencer, and the muzzle flash was much smaller.

The so-called "spark" is to ignite everything that dares to hinder his progress! !

"Take advantage of the situation" and launch at the same time!
Next to the road where the gun was pointed, Dunn and his two companions, who had just emerged from the sewer, were unaware of the malicious intent from the "predator".

The next moment, Dunn's spiritual intuition moved and his expression changed instantly.

"Leonard, get down!"

However, Leonard only saw the captain in front of him suddenly turn around, his half-exposed chin moved, and he seemed to say something.

what?
What did the captain say?
I can't hear anything.

Leonard felt that the world suddenly became quiet for a moment.

On the rooftop, Gin's eyes lit up.

The result of "borrowing momentum" is
Leonard's hearing.

Bang!
The bullet pierced Leonard's head without any deviation, leaving a huge hole in it. Almost half of his face was smashed and turned into charred meat.

The next second, his body began to burn strangely, turning into a fire man, quickly becoming charred, and then fell to the ground powerlessly. The product of the Church of the Knower, the basic chemical bullet of the burning bullet.

Gin in the distance frowned.

The hearing he "borrowed" was not returned.

If the target disappears from sight or loses its "life" property, "taking advantage of the situation" should become ineffective.

His face darkened slightly and he fired two more shots.

But this time, Dunn, who had been prepared, naturally could not let him succeed. After a chant that was so fast that it was almost inaudible, a barrier made of mist rose up, and the bullets were powerlessly blocked by it. Brilliant flames burst out like fireworks, but could not penetrate it at all.

Leonard walked out of the fog in horror, his face still pale. He took up the intact lantern in the hand of the "charred corpse" under the cover of the barrier and put on a red cloak again.

The red cloak on the original charred corpse disappeared, revealing its true appearance as a burnt puppet.

"I almost died." He touched his chest in shock.

He considered himself the protagonist of the era, so how could he die in such a ridiculous way?

"Stay alert!" Although he saved Leonard by exchanging him with the alchemical doll using the alchemical field, Dunn did not relax at all.

"We are still unsure of the sequence and number of attackers. Don't be careless!"

Leonard's hearing still hadn't recovered, but that didn't stop him from guessing what the captain meant and becoming seriously alert.

"Tsk."

Gin had a gloomy face. He saw through the fog barrier that the person lying on the ground was a puppet. Knowing that his attack had failed, he did not linger, collected his equipment, and immediately evacuated the scene.

Or was it because I didn’t understand Feifan well enough? Could it be that someone at Sequence 7 level could already ignore firearms?

Even consider other people
Really
So fun!!
The attack failed, but Gin became even happier. Dunn's methods made him see the infinite potential of Extraordinary People.

This is only Sequence 7!

He can't wait to be promoted.

The role of "Fire"
As the night deepened, without the light of the moon, the streets and buildings were completely dark.

But in the next moment, the light as bright as day illuminated the whole world, and a new "sun" shone on the sky. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

Even in the industrial area far north of Tingen, one could see the terrifying glare from the old town from afar.

1-175, Holy Emblem of the Sun.

The aura of faith was triggered.

Almost in an instant, all the ordinary people who had not yet had time to evacuate were attracted by this sacred sun. They bent over unconsciously, knelt on the ground in a daze, and prayed to it sincerely.

"Redemption will come."

The fog all over the city seemed to be crumbling under the strong sunlight, as if it was about to be penetrated by it, but it still tenaciously maintained its shape.

In the fog, everyone in the Lantern Bearers team intuitively felt a complex sense of oppression, as if something was tearing at their souls, trying to separate their souls and bodies into two different existences.

The digestion process of the extraordinary characteristics in the body was slowly regressing, and the consumption of spiritual energy suddenly increased. The scarlet lantern in his hand and the dark red cloak on his body felt burning, and he felt a little repulsive.

It is conceivable that the moment their spirituality is exhausted, the extraordinary characteristics of the "Moon" pathway in their bodies will be extracted.

By then, there will no longer be any Lantern Bearers of the Scarlet Church.

Yes, only ordinary people who fanatically believe in evil gods
Outside the Scarlet Church, in front of the Scarlet Witch statue.

Vermouth closed her eyes.

She could almost see that under the dazzling sunlight that covered the sky, the few scarlet colors that were still holding on were already crumbling.

The "secrecy" she could impose on them had reached its limit. After all, she was only a Sequence 9.

If the Aurora Society is not stopped quickly, the Scarlet Church in Tingen might change hands today.

The effects caused by the 1-175 Faith Aura are irreversible.

"The power of crimson."

A quiet peace appeared around Vermouth. The most common red moon light shone on her, struggling against the raging holy white sunlight.

The sunlight stepped back very tolerantly, as if it had real life, surrounding it with interest, watching the scarlet color growing tenaciously in the daylight.

"You are perfection, purity, and the deep night;"

"You are the secret, the scarlet, the source of magic!"

Vermouth suddenly opened her eyes, and a mysterious crimson that seemed to be able to devour everything shone from her red eyes.

"secret!"

"Take advantage of the situation!"

There was a flash of bloody red, and the moonlight on Vermouth's body suddenly faded, and she was stunned.

A fat little man wearing glasses walked down the street not far away, and pushed up the frames of his glasses with a faint smile.

"Sorry, I seem to have good luck recently."

Behind the lenses are a pair of scarlet eyes.

(End of this chapter)