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Chapter 179 Dangerous
Farol Lynch has just learned to condense magic power not long ago, and the use of magic power is also a rookie in Mulan's view, and the amount of magic power is not enough for today's orthodox transcendent.

But in essence, as a natural resuscitator, he was born in the real, and Farrow Lynch was a real transcendent, of course a very weak one.

The man whose neck was strangled by Farrow Lynch was trembling all over. Wisps of white air overflowed from the seven orifices on his face and was sucked away by Farrow Lynch.

In just a dozen seconds, Farrow Lynch felt the person in his hand was as soft as mud. He threw the person who was barely breathing on the ground, looked down at his torn coat, and took it off casually. The man on the ground took off the hooded coat and put it on himself.

"I guess you won't give me any useful information no matter how I ask you? After all, I don't have much interrogation skills."

Farrow Lynch looked at the man with cold eyes. From the breath of the man, he already understood the evilness of the man, and he was indeed unworthy of being a human being.

Saying so, Farrow Lynch picked up the steel thorn on the ground, and after turning it around in his hand, it directly pierced the forehead of the person on the ground and pierced the back of his head, making a crisp sound when it collided with the floor behind his head.

Farrow Lynch pulled out the spikes after confirming that the other party was dead, and there seemed to be faint cheers around him.

He shook the spikes, wiped the blood on the other person, and then Farrow Lynch dragged the corpse into a shadowy corner, then put down the hood and left, but after walking a few steps, he turned back and returned to the spikes again. There was some blood on the thorn.

The reason for sucking away the opponent's physical strength and breath is that it can supplement Farrow Lynch's own physical strength and facilitate the disguise.

Instead of directly sucking up the opponent's energy and soul, he used spikes to deal with the opponent because Farrow Lynch had his own principles and bottom line.

Without wasting too much time, Farrow Lynch quickly rediscovered the people he had just followed. They were sitting on the steps in front of a door. The steps were downward. The door was lower than the street, more like a semi-basement , the whole is shrouded in inset shadows.

Farrow Lynch tidied up the newly acquired hooded gown again, and after hesitating for a while, he walked out from the shadow of the alley, and was quickly spotted by the two. They saw that Farrow Lynch's attire did not seem to be How much vigilance should be raised.

"It's coming, is it solved?"

Faro Lynch didn't speak, and only raised the bloody steel thorn.

Another person said with some rejoicing.

"Someone is actually following us. Fortunately, you are here. Okay, let's go."

Both of them were greeting Farrow Lynch, who hurried forward a few steps and also walked down the steps. After opening the door with the key, they quickly entered the dim interior.

Passing through the seemingly ordinary resident’s kitchen, a Tibetan door was opened from the floor below the stairs. Inside was a dark passage. Three people entered one after another. After groping inside for a while, a kerosene lamp was lit, and then walked along the The tunnel went straight, and soon there was a faint light ahead.

A hall hidden underground appeared in front of Farrow Lynch, and the two people around him had already walked in, and Farrow Lynch walked in after hesitating for a while.

The hall is in the shape of a ring, and there seem to be several passages around it, and people in similar dresses come in from various entrances one after another.

The entire hall is brightly lit, and there is a stone platform in the center surrounded by lit white candles.

Cult ritual!

Even though he hadn't seen it before, but he heard Mu Lan mention something similar, Farrow Lynch immediately recognized what the scene meant.

Farrow Lynch moved forward along the crowd, always at a relatively rear position. He frowned and looked around. This hall is not small, and there are so many entrances. Looking back on the passages when he came, do those entrances correspond to similar ones? Are the secret passages also in some places that seem to be residential buildings?
The scale of this level of sacrifice is not small. Faro Lynch is weighing the pros and cons. Should he be violent at this moment? Does he have the ability?
But soon, Farrow Lynch extinguished this plan, because he felt the breath of magic power.

This magical power is different from the Mulan and Matt that Farrow Lynch has come into contact with. It is not restrained, as if hot water is constantly radiating heat, but the total amount is much greater than that of Farrow Lynch, and he dare not act rashly I even worried that I would be discovered.

Soon, dozens of people gathered in the hall, and as several surrounded people walked into the hall one by one, the people in the hall seemed to be excited, and the candles were constantly shaking.

Several sacks that were constantly twisting were carried to the edge of the stone platform by some people. After opening the bags, there were several young men and women inside, all estimated to be around 20 years old.

"Woo, woo" "Woo woo"

Their hands and feet were tied and their mouths were sealed. Their eyes were full of horror at this moment, and they snuggled up to each other and shrank to the center of the stone platform.

"Don't be afraid of the children, we will not kill you, we are so kind, we don't need your lives, we just need some of your help."

The person who spoke was the one with the aura of magic. After he finished speaking, he glanced around.

"So, who comes first?"

"Me!" "Let me come first!" "Master Bishop, I, I have been waiting for half a year!"

"I've been waiting for a long time too!"

bishop?

Faro Lynch's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly realized that it was the bishop of the cult, not the church. He hid behind the crowd to prevent the other party's sight from catching him.

Farrow Lynch remembered that Mu Lan once told him that magic power has the characteristics of waves. Although it is convenient to use magic power to perceive, it is not suitable for tracking. It may be convenient to track down individuals, but if you don't know the target Breath, it is difficult to do anything in a complicated environment, and people who don't know how to hide their magic power fluctuations will also leave loopholes when using this ability.

A qualified transcendent has a way to "invisible" in front of this wave, and using dense crowds is one of the methods, because crowds are also disruptive.

At that time, Farrow Lynch understood waves as waves, and the crowd was his reef. As for the advanced course of how to make his magic wave disguise and blend into nature, he hadn't learned it yet, only learned to be restrained.

The competitive selection soon came to an end. A man in a smock stepped over the circle of candles and came to the stage. The so-called bishop ordered someone to lift one of the young men onto the stone platform and hold him down.

"Woo, woo--"

The young man kept struggling, but to no avail, and the chosen cultist also took the initiative to lie down on the stone platform.

The bishop walked to the position between the two, and stretched out his hands to correspond to the people on both sides.

"Great God of Life, your devout believer is suffering, please show your grace and give him a healthy and strong body! And this noble young man, in recognition of his selfless dedication, please forgive his sins! "

The candlelight was shaking and shaking, and the state of the shaking changed from chaotic to regular, and the white stone platform was still lit with purple light, and the runes were connected into a spell array.

"miracle!"

Some were whispering, some were praying, some were excited, some were envious.

Farrow Lynch pulled his hood and squinted at the young man on the stage struggling. His breath of life was weakening, while the breath of life of the cultist on the other side was increasing. The process was indeed not fatal, but the pain was worse than killing the other party. more intense
Before dawn, the ceremony ended, and there were a total of five rounds. Faro Lynch did not make a sound from the beginning to the end. He waved his hands in concern and left by himself.

Before dawn, it was the darkest moment before dawn. Farrow Lynch knew that if he made a move, the risk was too high, and there was a high probability of missing it, and he might lose the Book of Dawn.

It was finally dawn, and Farrow Lynch also found his target in the town, the Terrazzo City Police Station.

After waiting for a while, the door of the police station opened, and Farrow Lynch hurried into the police station.

"Officer, I found a cult organization, and they are killing people in this city."

The officer looked up at him.

"you sure?"

"Seeing it with my own eyes, I even remember how to get there."

"This is a serious matter, let's go to the Inspector."

Several police officers nearby also stood up, and they hurried upstairs together, and finally came to the sheriff's office.

Farrow Lynch recounted everything he saw last night.

"Please act immediately, gunpowder and guns are powerful weapons, I'm sure they can do harm to those guys, and I will help you too!"

"Okay, I'll call the men right away."

The detective took out the gun from the drawer and stood up, but the resuscitated Farrow Lynch noticed the change in the breath of the living at this moment, malicious!
"Boom." "Boom" "Boom".
Together with the detective, three police officers suddenly shot at Farrow Lynch. Even though he had started to dodge, the bullets still hit his shoulder, heart, arm and thigh.

"Bangdang~"

Farrow Lynch directly shattered the window on the second floor with his head protected, and fell to the street with glass and wood slag. He rolled to avoid the bullets upstairs amidst the exclamation of pedestrians, and then got up and fled.

(End of this chapter)