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Chapter 299 The Mysterious Observer

"Lin Brown, don't... don't chase me. I can't catch up."

In the dark alley, Millie Tang bent over, holding her thigh and breathing heavily. The two men came out of the restaurant and chased for two streets. There was no light in the alley, and it was completely out of the range of influence of Millie Tang's forbidden spell. The killer had completely disappeared.

"Or you can go back first and I'll look for it."

Lin Brown knew that Millie Tang was not physically strong enough, but this killer had entered the restaurant twice, and it seemed that he was very determined to assassinate Ricky, so it would be better to get rid of him if possible.

"Forget it, there's no need. Go back and don't let them lure the tiger away from the mountain."

Millie Tang stood up and adjusted her breathing. She knew better than anyone how many enemies Ricky had outside, so it was better to be cautious.

They turned around and went back to Tianying Restaurant. Behind a trash can at the far end of the alley, the assassin in a shroud was gasping for breath. Today's assassination mission was a complete failure, and they could only take the two ancient relics back first.

He still didn't understand the reason for his failure. Just when he was halfway through the restaurant, he saw a girl rushing over to warn him. She was not sitting at Shi Weitian's table. It seemed that the other party had enough manpower and had set up a tight net. Fortunately, he had ancient relics and there were enough people in the restaurant for him to escape easily.

The killer waited for another three minutes, and only when he felt that Millie Tang and Lin Brown had completely left the alley did he prepare to tear off the shroud.

The feeling of entering a semi-spiritual body made him feel very uncomfortable. In the vast blue field of vision, his visual range seemed to be invisibly widened, which was not a good thing. He could always feel that there were inexplicable black shadows spying on him in the distance.

He could often hear a sticky whisper in his ears, which was sometimes far away and sometimes near. For example, at this moment he felt like there was a voice humming in his ear.

It was not just talking, but more like someone reciting poetry according to a special rhythm.

"Between the constellations of Pleiades, there is a dark and mysterious place. We will eventually reach it. Gods hate it, ghosts hate it, mortals retreat. Carcosa, great..."

The sound came from behind the trash can and started one minute after Millie Tang and the others left. The killer felt his scalp tingling, but in order to avoid being discovered by Millie Tang, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

It was almost time. The killer tore off the shroud and the chanting stopped.

There were no street lights in the dark alley, and his eyes had not yet adapted to the darkness, so his visible range was no more than one or two meters. The killer took out the sharp knife in his arms and carefully poked his head out from behind the trash can.

A dozen meters away, the dim street lights of Helen Street shone in, like an exit that was just around the corner in a dark nightmare.

Let's go out first. The killer turned his head and found a familiar fat face standing right in front of him! The fat face was only two or three feet away from him, as if it was right in front of him.

"Marcus! Why are you here?!"

"boom!"

As the killer growled, his back hit the tin trash can behind him. He knew Marcus, who had joined the cult with Mr. Wordsworth a few months ago, but disappeared on the ship a few days ago.

Most people thought that he had defected, but...how could he appear in the alley, right in front of him at this moment?

“I have signed a contract with my master that the Emerald Mandala will be the forerunner of Carcosa.

What about you? Still worshipping that stone statue on that decaying ship? He can't give you the answer you want. Hand over the ancient relic in your arms.

This will be my gift to my Guru.”

Marcus' tone and intonation changed completely. Looking at his empty eyes, the killer knew in his heart that the man in front of him was no longer the cowardly fat man who was humble and submissive, or rather, this was his true face.

"puff!"

Since he was chosen as a killer by Wordsworth, the burly killer in the alley had extraordinary means. Not only was he proficient in forbidden spells related to disguise, but in terms of his skills, no one in Wordsworth's sect could match him.

Seeing that Marcus was in a wrong state at the moment and was an enemy rather than a friend, the killer in the dark took the initiative and silently stabbed a knife into Marcus' thigh and twisted it hard.

"Let me tell you another secret. My name is not Marcus, but Brundtrang. Don't mention that old loser's name in front of me!"

Brundtrang, who was so close, seemed to feel no pain. His eyes bulged outward and he roared at the top of his lungs. His voice was low and hoarse like that of a wild beast, which made people shudder.

The next second, the killer's sharp knife was pulled out from Brundtlang's thigh. In addition to blood, tentacles as thick as thumbs spurted out from his thigh.

Those tentacles were obviously affected by Brundtrang's will. Under the cover of darkness, they wrapped around the killer's waist. The killer reacted quickly and slashed with the second knife, cutting off all the tentacles between the two men.

He did a backflip on the spot and jumped onto the trash can. He grabbed the wall on one side of the alley with both hands and fled by stepping on the wall.

Brundtrang was also using his hands and feet to chase in the alley. His injured thigh dragged behind him limply, unable to exert any strength. Instead, it was replaced by a bunch of dense tentacles. They extended from Brundtrang's thigh, constantly stirring the ground, and holding up his fat body in an arthropod-like manner to chase after him.

In the darkness, both sides could only sense each other's movements based on their voices. The killer did not dare to shoot rashly. Ordinary weapons could not kill the deformed Brundtrang, but might instead attract Millie Tang and the others back.

He could hear the rustling sound of the tentacles rubbing against the ground. The opponent's speed was not as fast as his, so as long as he kept running, he would definitely escape.

But the next second the killer stumbled, tripped, and fell off the wall. Fortunately, the killer was agile and adjusted his center of gravity in time. He still landed on his legs and chopped down with the sharp knife, cleanly cutting off the tentacles wrapped around his ankles.

That guy had been chasing him with the help of its tentacles, so how come there were still extra tentacles to entangle him... The killer was puzzled. Then, Brundtrang appeared in the darkness with a vague figure. At this time, he had completely broken away from the outline of a human body, and tentacles were constantly squeezing out from the wound on his thigh.

The initial knife wound was only a few inches long, but at this time the tentacles had completely stretched out the cross-section of his thigh, and the whole person was lifted up in the air. Under the moonlight, Brundtrang's upper body was flush with the wall of the alley, and he was leaning over to stare at the killer below.

"Quack, quack, quack."

The crow's untimely cry broke the silent confrontation. The tentacles rolled towards the killer again, this time with more numbers and more complicated tactics. Some tentacles pounced on the killer from the front, while others attacked the killer from the back. The killer's space for dodging was greatly compressed.

Finally, if you defend for too long, you will lose. After more than ten seconds, two tentacles wrapped around the killer's right wrist holding the knife. As the tentacles tightened, the sharp knife fell to the ground.

"I'll hand over the ancient relic, let me go!"

The killer yelled at the top of his lungs, and Brundtrang's eyes were full of mockery of a hunter who had caught his prey. He had already grabbed one of the killer's hands and one of his feet, and he was ready to tear the prey in front of him to pieces alive.

"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you!"

The killer's voice sounded somewhat desperate. He reached into his pocket with his left hand and threw out a ball of paper. Brentland, not knowing what was going on, caught the ball of paper in mid-air with his tentacles.

Could this also be an ancient relic? But the next second he felt his body begin to lose control, as if there was no support from head to toe. With a "bang", the fat body that was originally supported by the tentacles fell heavily.

"Paper that turns bones into ropes" was the killer's last trump card for the monster, and it finally worked.

But perhaps Brundtrang was no longer a human being at this time, or the ancient relic stayed in his tentacles for too short a time, and the tentacles wrapped around the killer still slid down his body and onto his neck.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound of broken larynx, the killer's entire head was bent behind his back by the tentacles, and then the tentacles fell limply to the ground.

In the alley, both the killer and the monster fell to the ground.

"Quack, quack!"

The crows overhead circled twice and then landed on the wall, staring at the darkness below, as if mocking this cruel and stupid duel.

A few minutes later, the killer with his dislocated cervical vertebra slowly stood up. In the moonlight, a sharp spike suddenly protruded from behind his neck, with a vague pattern of a human face on it.

The killer gasped, pressed his head with both hands and twisted it violently, his face returned to the front again. He bent down, picked up the paper ball with his gloved left hand and ran away.

After more than ten minutes, the tentacles on the ground began to move slowly. They gradually retracted into Brundtrang's body. Through the wound on his thigh, it could be seen that the tentacles had completely replaced his bones.

In the pale flesh, fine black tentacles are slowly weaving.

The entire fat body stood up again with the support of the tentacles.

Brent Lang shook his head and walked out of the alley. He stood on Helen Street and looked into the distance under the help of the street lights. There was a small building with bright lights. It was the restaurant opened by his enemy Dou Nival.

He was about to walk towards the restaurant but he tilted his head as if listening attentively, as if his master, the omniscient and almighty Emerald Sage, was calling him.

Brentland left Helen Street in disappointment and walked towards the canal.

In the sky, the crows that had been admiring the fight between the two followed Brundtrang all the way. The black crows soared in the night sky of New Newrent and flew all the way to the roof of an abandoned slaughterhouse before landing.

The slaughterhouse is near the outskirts of the city. The crows look around as if trying to remember the surrounding architectural landscape.

Then it peeked into the room through the broken glass, and a brilliant emerald green light shot out from the room. The crow was caught off guard and suddenly lost consciousness, and fell headfirst to the ground, never to return to life again.

In Prince Herama's palace, a servant holding a crow's withered head in his hand suddenly woke up from the bed. He was sweating all over and breathing heavily. He quickly picked up a glass of scarlet liquid from the coffee table next to him and drank it.

After a few minutes of calm, he got out of bed, left the room, and knocked on Prince Herama's door.

"Come in."

A lazy summons sounded from inside the door. The servant entered the room, bowed, and then slowly spoke to the bed with high curtains:

"Your Excellency, I was lucky just now and found the trace of the Emerald Dervish."

Hey, there may be some proofreading errors in these two chapters today. I will revise them when I come back. Please forgive me.

Because I accompanied my wife out to play during the day, yesterday was Mili'er's birthday, but it was also my wife's birthday.

It’s reasonable to say that Mi Li’er is a Scorpio. At least I think she looks like one.

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