old dream

Chapter 233 Attacked
Judging by the vast and long-standing records of this monastery school, the background sound of the land of Stade is always ascending.

The result is increasingly frequent psychic excursions, "awakenings," as some populations call them.

This dire trend has neither accelerated nor slowed down in nearly 100 years.It cannot be stopped, and no one knows how to stop it.

Therefore, the hastily implemented alcohol prohibition is more like a desperate struggle.Perhaps the authorities know best that doing so is futile, but in the face of this unstoppable trend that is as stable as the movement of celestial bodies, they have no other choice at all.

This land must soon sink into the Void, but the time limit is unknown.

The cast iron gate decorated with flowers and branches slowly closed with a heavy creak.Before it was completely closed, Nancy had already turned back and walked into the monastery.And Colin also put his hand back into his coat pocket, and left silently.

In the eyes of a few upper-middle-level people in the Ninth Bureau and the Hunting Group, the identity of the "Lieutenant" is no longer a secret.So this time he didn't wear a mask, and he looked no different from an ordinary citizen.

At the foot of the monastery, there was a tram track specially built for monks and worshipers. After waiting for two hours, he squeezed among a group of worshipers and boarded the clanging bus, ready to return to the city.

But during this period, Colin also kept thinking in his heart.

Maybe the Stade Institute he established is bringing the end of the world ahead of schedule.

Even if it might be just a few tenths of a second, or a day or two.

And if the destruction of the world is foreseeable, what's the point of all the struggles now?

He shook his head, stopping these wild thoughts.Colin lowered his arms loosely, leaned on the back of the seat, and glanced at the crowd in the car.

It seemed a long time ago since he last wandered the streets as "Colin".

He's given most of his time to the "Lieutenant" lately, and the proportion has been rising until it stopped a week ago.Because now, except for being alone, "Colin" has almost only shown up in the seminary.

As a result, he felt vaguely uneasy when he was not wearing a mask.Colin always pays attention to the faces of people around him subconsciously, thinking that anyone will recognize him.

For example, now, I don't know if it is neurotic.He vaguely felt a black figure in front of the left side of the seat seemed familiar.

And, that person was indeed looking at himself.

The captain in a white uniform always shakes the rattle to remind passers-by, keeping the bus jingling.But it goes much more smoothly than both the carriage and the car.The layout of the leather seats is similar to that of a subway, and passengers sit in two rows facing each other.Colin turned his face away as if nothing had happened, but this did not block the sight of others.Therefore, he simply observed the other party from the corner of his eye.

The interior of the carriage was dimly lit, and the man happened to be facing the sunlight from the window.Other than the outline and a pair of eyes, no other details are discernible in Colin's position.

But that slender figure made him feel more and more that he had seen him somewhere before.

The person is literally looking at himself.

This is not a casual look at passers-by, his gaze has never left.

The spirit elements in the etheric field suddenly shook, like ripples after dripping water droplets, but Ke Lin caught it.

There are supernatural beings present.

He vaguely remembered that this person got on the train at the same stop as himself, so his appearance was not accidental.

Being stalked?Obviously he is still "Colin" now?
Colin's breathing was still steady so that the other party would not notice anything.The hidden fingers quietly caressed the revolver at the waist.But he let go at the next moment, because there are too many irrelevant people here.

In order not to reveal his identity, it was indeed a mistake not to let Goldie follow him at any time.

Most of the power of the "combust fire" has recovered, but with the current situation of the crystal map spreading in the body, it is no longer allowed to withstand a large-scale overflow of spiritual essence.

Otherwise, I probably won't be able to wait for the Lingsu tide to arrive.

The tram passed an unmanned station and stopped slowly.Colin got up and moved politely through the crowd in the aisle.Until he reached the car door, he suddenly quickened his pace, and at the same time threw back the change that he had been holding in his pocket.Said it was small change, and there were many shiny Ori coins mixed in it.A few sharp-eyed passengers saw it and immediately rushed to grab it, causing quite a mess in the already narrow aisle.

Colin took advantage of the situation and got out of the tram, but he knew that such a method could not hold the opponent for too long, so he immediately ran quickly among the gray-white stones that had been placed on the base, looking for a suitable position.

This is a small quarry between several urban areas. It is some distance away from the downtown of the old city. It seems that the work has been suspended for a long time, and it is a bit barren and depressed.

Leaning behind a stack of stones, he hesitated for a moment before pulling out the revolver at his waist and activating the trigger of the vajra technique.The spiritual element connection was established, connecting distant positions to consciousness. This was originally a witchcraft used to preserve the body, but now it brought a huge load to Colin's body.Because just starting it, those out-of-control crystal patterns began to spread and erode the normal body. Due to the huge side effects, Colin's back muscles trembled slightly, and he soon broke out in cold sweat.

But his heart was still calm, and he began to guess the possible origin of the other party one by one.

Grand Duke?Order?Luca?Pohl's remnants?Or those underground wizards who were damaged by themselves?
There are too many enemies, and it takes a lot of time just to think about them one by one.

Inori's little chaos on the tramway seemed to end in the blink of an eye.The pneumatic door closed with the sound of steam gushing, and the passengers felt that they had taken advantage of it, not knowing what they had just passed.The conductor shook the rattle impatiently, and the tram resumed its journey.

The small quarry quickly returned to silence, and after that, another footstep was not heard for a long time.

The man didn't seem to catch up.Like it's all just an overwrought misunderstanding.

But the momentary silence made Colin clearly recall why he felt familiar with that figure.

Yes, I did see him.

Saying goodbye to Marizio's foggy night, the wizard stood silently on the roof of the dock station.

And I didn't notice anything.

Thinking back to those silver threads that are almost invisible to the naked eye, which are only tied to the grass and trees, but can cut through the glass smoothly, Colin felt a little chill in his heart.

"Om-"

It was like a small bug flapping its wings and flying by the ear, a tiny, easily overlooked sound.But at the moment it sounded, Colin rushed forward as if falling.Because he knew that it was the sound of the silver wire cutting the air.The next moment, his palm was already pushed on the ground, and his footsteps leaned forward and rushed forward, as crisp as a bullet ejected, without any stagnation in his movements.

Behind him is a thick pile of stones three to four meters high, and there may be hundreds of stones stacked together.But after the abnormal sound, nothing happened for a while, only half-cornered stone chips fell off the stone bar for no reason.

But Colin only glanced at it, and knew that the whole pile of stones behind him had been completely cut, but the fracture was too flat, which prevented them from collapsing immediately.

Blasphemy boils.

A strange flame rose from Colin's dagger in an instant, like a living creature growing on the blade.The shape of the flame is distorted like poisonous mist, and its color is so sick that it seems that it does not exist in this world.

With a glimpse of the fallen stone chips, Colin already had a judgment on the direction of the silver line.The tiny buzzing sound was faintly present, but it never stopped, like an invisible fly closely following his ears.Maybe it was so close, the skin on the back of Colin's neck seemed to feel the chill and already had goosebumps.

The sound of the flies changed suddenly. It was the wizard who manipulated the silver thread to change its direction. In an instant, Colin stabbed the dagger backward from a precise angle.As a result, just like what happened a few days ago, the silver thread melted and broke when it touched the flames, like a roasted spider silk.The sound of flying insects suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, there was a sound of broken strings in Colin's ears.

He felt a sharp pain in his ear, and when he touched it with his hand, he touched sticky blood.But the hearing is still normal, but the silver wire is accidentally caught on the pinna, but the whole ear is almost cut off.

Lingsu supercharged.

Ke Lin didn't let go of this opportunity to catch his breath, and immediately began to adjust the state of the spirit essence in his body.At this time, the problem of sequelae was no longer considered, and the abundance of life frantically rushed into the hearth.The high-voltage spiritual essence fed back from the hearth collides in the unusually sprawling crystal map.Fortunately, the pain escalated gradually, giving Colin a chance to adapt step by step.Otherwise he may have lost consciousness.

Colin had already turned around when he disarmed the opponent's first attack, so he could see his opponent's face.It was a featureless, indistinct face.It will not attract the attention of passers-by, and will not leave an impression after reading it.Maybe some kind of cognitive jamming like "fog".

In just an instant, the Lingsu supercharging was completed.But the body seems to no longer belong to me.Colin sighed softly, he knew that he was overdrawn again, and he didn't know if there would be a next time.

"Who are you from?" Colin asked in a low voice.

The unidentified wizard stood far away on the pile of stones, silent, no movement was seen.

But the buzzing of flying insects sounded again.This time, their voices were no longer subtle.It even reminded Colin of the roar of bee swarms.

(End of this chapter)