franphil Chapter 422 Illegal Intrusion
Chapter 422 Illegal Intrusion
Chapter 422 Illegal Intrusion
Everyone had a good dream that night.
Aside from Klein, who, due to his spiritual perception, discovered that his home had been burgled, when his manservant was threatened by an organization like the East Byron Restoration Society, Klein loosened his grip on the death knell and was already considering whether to fire his personal servant, who only earned 35 pounds a year.
This is a crucial issue that requires a decision.
Having already been awakened, Klein put on his coat and headed towards the bathroom, since it was just a side trip.
On the other side, Leonard wasn't asleep either. He was still investigating Sherlock Moriarty, even though the old man had told him that it was basically the same person, looking almost identical. He hadn't really taken it seriously, except that Moriarty had some beard and wore a pair of gold glasses.
However, the poet's three-dimensional composition ability clearly still has room for expansion into four dimensions, and this does not mean the end of the investigation. He first entered the dream of Mike Joseph, a reporter for the Daily Observer, and then entered the dream of Dr. Allen.
Although Leonard was polite, he underestimated the insecurity of the unborn baby, especially since it was a parasite and a tail-swallower. Two sensitive and shrewd individuals who were unexpectedly brought together were bound to trigger some subtle reactions.
Well, he got lost as soon as he left Dr. Allen's dream. Not only that, he also had a nightmare within a nightmare, being chased and bitten by a bunch of worms with teeth. The owner of the house even poked his head out of a doorway that looked like a mouth and asked him if he wanted to come in for a cup of tea.
Because he hadn't died, the old man inside the body didn't care about the matter.
"Old man, what exactly happened to me just now?"
When Leonard woke up in a cold sweat, the old man remained silent, saying he didn't know.
Leonard believed it; after all, if the old man were really that powerful, he wouldn't be hiding on him.
But this is also an opportunity.
After all, the power of misfortune shrouded the believers in the darkness, and they were the vessel for a relatively important being.
So in the deepest heaven, the goddess of night, who was engrossed in making rice cakes, raised her arm, and then, as if being plucked from a corn cob, she plucked it off one by one. It was just an eight-legged demon wolf. It wasn't like Shael, who had unlocked all the illustrations, couldn't transform into it. He could also transform into an eight-armed, twelve-winged immortal demon wolf bird.
Sharing the power of the night occasionally is beneficial for both parties.
And so...
"Why don't you come in, have a seat, and have a cup of tea?"
The invitation was so sincere that Chael could not refuse this kindness.
So he visited politely, and for a moment, even the color of his perfume seemed to become much more vibrant.
After discovering the extraordinary intruder in his luxurious single room, Will Uncrestin wanted to drive him away immediately, but he was still a tiny embryo that was being fed by the umbilical cord and would die if he lost it. He was powerless against the evil forces that had already passed their developmental stage and were still forcibly breaking into the baby's nest.
"You shouldn't... at least you can't do this..."
Will Onsett's accusation was heartbreaking, or rather tragic. When he discovered that this tiny creature in front of him was actually able to steal nutrients from his mother, he felt like he had been bullied. He really hoped that this unruly guy could at least uphold some code of honor.
At least we resolve any conflicts in our dreams!
Will Uncrestin was sweating profusely. This was the darkest and most difficult moment of his life. At such a time, a baby holding a black bread bag could kill him in his swaddling clothes through a blood-red sack.
According to the unspoken rules of the Mercury Serpent's extraordinary path, no matter how many resurrection contingency plans you have prepared in advance, as long as your body is still being nurtured by an ordinary human body, then your Sequence 1 status and strength are all empty, and even extraordinary characteristics may not be contained. At this time, your spirit is probably half like an infant and half like a living sealed object.
This may be the best time for mortals to hunt down gods, requiring only a little bit of good luck.
"As you wish."
This courtesy was for Dr. Allen. In Xia'er's eyes, Will Unsettin was still somewhat immature, after all, he rarely lived to be mature.
The black vortex swallowed up the starlight clusters that represented dreams.
Xia Er looked at the giant mercury serpent in front of him and lowered his head to change his eyes to a pair of colored contact lenses.
A colossal armored warrior, wielding the Perfect Sword, thrust it towards the Mercury Serpent.
Wait a minute... why did you attack right away?
Before Will Uncrestin could do anything, most of the good luck he had accumulated had vanished.
Shael's armored Susanoo, in the dream, was affected by Parkinson's disease due to issues of realism and structure.
Luck, you say?
For a moment, Xia Er couldn't think of anything he had that he could use as leverage.
Is the Celestial Venerable Curtain qualified?
Xia'er directly pressed down the Celestial Curtain, and the Mercury Serpent, which had been preparing to put up a fight, completely collapsed. After the opponent put down a collateral item that was equivalent to a Sequence 1, it became difficult for the Mercury Serpent to influence the future by manipulating fortune.
Good luck brings good things, and bad luck brings bad things.
These are the simplest game rules, but now Shael has added a haphazard set of gambling rules.
At the gambling table, no matter how lucky you are, you should let the other party deal the cards first, right?
The process of increasing complexity has indirectly reduced the threat posed by the Mercury Serpent.
Will Unsett was desperate. He didn't want to gamble at all, but he had no choice. He couldn't overturn the table. The other party's fate was much richer than his. The little river could only follow the rules of the game chosen by the big river under its influence.
"I was wrong."
"I'm still a child."
The exaggerated mercury serpent shrank into a still-rolling caterpillar, or silkworm, and the intermittent cries of an infant could be heard, as if trying to awaken someone's last vestiges of conscience.
"Once you're at the gambling table, you can't leave without betting something."
Xia'er showed no sympathy for the other party. Although minors are prohibited from gambling, that is a law protecting human children, not an animal protection law.
Is destiny unique?
Didn't I seal it away?
Moreover, it is a complete seal encompassing the spirit realm, the astral realm, the real world, and the river of destiny.
Will Onsetin couldn't understand why the sealed uniqueness could project its power and facilitate this semi-forced bet.
"I...I'm betting on luck."
Through a revelation of fate, Will Unsettling realized that he had to take a gamble to break the deadlock, so he gritted his teeth and chose to take a risk on an area that the Archangel didn't care about.
"Guess the big or the small."
"Place your bet and you're done."
Xia Er took out a paper cup, covered it with the projection of the uniqueness of destiny, and shook it.
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