When Emlyn came to visit Jon again, it was already five days later.

He was in high spirits and was wearing an expensive and elegant suit, with a ruby-studded silver ring on his hand. His hair was meticulously combed and shiny.

However, Emlyn's arrival was somewhat unfortunate.

Jon was not at home at this time.

Instead, the generous Mr. Ards received him in the study.

"You must be the Mr. Emlyn White that Jon talked about." Azik smiled calmly and gently, "I saw you today, it's really extraordinary."

Emlyn didn't pay much attention to this honest man from the Southern Continent. When he heard the other party praise him, he came back to his senses, raised his head arrogantly, and said lightly: "It's a ridiculous compliment."

It's not that he is not polite, but that the whole blood race has almost the same attitude towards human beings.

After all, one is a long-lived species and the other is a short-lived species.

Coupled with Azik's usual reluctance to reveal his aura of an angel of death, this led Emlyn to regard him as the steward of the manor here.

In a word, it is already extraordinarily merciful.

Azik saw Emlyn's contempt for him, but he didn't say much, still smiling gently.

Just wanted to find another topic, chat more with this interesting blood guy.

Suddenly, he found that Emlyn's attention was attracted by something in the study.

Following the eyes of the other party, Azik suddenly realized, and kindly reminded, "This is Jon's private collection. It is said that it has other great uses, and no one can get close to it in normal times."

Emlyn acted as if he hadn't heard it. Excitement flashed in his blood-red pupils, and he couldn't stop muttering, "It's so beautiful!"

The things he saw were three neatly arranged puppets.

The puppet is made of unknown material, but it looks no different from a real person.

It is worth mentioning that the three dolls are all neutral, feminine and beautiful, regardless of gender.

Emlyn, who is used to seeing beautiful girls in gothic skirts, seems to have opened the door to a new world!

Seeing that Emlyn was about to lose his mind, Azik coughed lightly, and was about to remind him.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear.

The Son of Death was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and decided to watch a play.

Emlyn, on the other hand, walked up to the three dolls in a dazed way, looked at the unearthly workmanship with blurred eyes, and said excitedly: "It's so beautiful, if I can take one home, I'll let you do it." I’m willing to go bankrupt!”

Don't underestimate the obsession of a hand-figure fan with superb hand-figures.

The ecstasy made Emlyn even forget about the business and Azik's previous reminder.

He stretched out his hand excitedly, and touched the face of the puppet in the middle.

The sluggish and lifeless puppet, whose eyes suddenly turned blood red, said in a mechanically emotionless tone, "Boy, are you fucking courting death?"

It was as if a magic switch had been turned on.

The two dolls on the left and right also came back to life one after another, and they said strangely, "Mediqi, you've been molested like a bitch."

"That's right, isn't he just a bitch? Otherwise, why would he fall into the hands of that fellow Arista?"

Oh my god, the puppet is alive!

Even though Emlyn was used to seeing weird things, his heart skipped a few times, and he couldn't help but take four or five steps back.

With a bang, he crashed into someone's arms.

Turning his head to look, he happened to meet a pair of eyes as dark as night.

"Do you like it?" Jon said with a smile, "If you like it, I will give you one."

"No, no, no!" Emlyn shook his head like a wave drum, and said in horror and embarrassment: "I... I just took a casual look, and there is no other meaning."

Jon shrugged, "Are you sure you don't want it? This is a limited-edition product. If you pass this village, there will be no such store."

Who would dare to want such a ghost thing?

Emlyn waved his hands again and again.

Jon didn't force it, and took him back to the sofa.

After watching the whole good show, Azik felt that he had nothing to do here, and left the study tactfully.

And those three superb dolls are still clamoring.

"Stinky boy, when I can move around, I will cut off your hands as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, be tough."

"What a good idea, a mere vampire, so what if you kill it?"

"Einhorn, you guys clearly want Medici to fight those old bats."

"Sauron shut up!"

"Shut up Sauron!"

Honestly, Emlyn pretended not to hear those voices.

And Jon spoke with great interest: "You can't move this little guy. Everyone at the level is a member of the Church of Fools. There is no one who is more noble than the other. Of course, if you insist on killing him, then I can't help it either."

After listening to the first half of the paragraph, Emlyn felt a little settled, but after listening to the second half, he was so scared that he almost ran away.

But seeing Jon's expression, he also knew that this unreliable angel was probably joking, so he calmed down and talked about the business, "Your Majesty Jon, I have done what you ordered. The blood clan worked overtime for a few days, and produced enough potions for the whole city."

A letter was thrown over, and all the vampires in Backlund immediately turned into employees of the Black Heart Factory, 24 hours a day, eager to break the two halves and use them, to produce all kinds of potions with all their strength, and the materials had to be paid for by themselves.

However, no one complained.

Because it was not only the Marquis of Nebais who spoke in person, but even the dukes from far away in the Southern Continent also sent orders to fully cooperate and make no mistakes.

Any act of stealing and cheating is regarded as a betrayal of the blood clan.

Under such heavy pressure, who dares not to do their best?

Fortunately, the level of those potions is not high, and the production is considered smooth under full speed.

It's just pity for those young vampires who are so sensual all day long, the banquets and salons didn't do much for them, but the pharmaceutical assembly line made them have panda eyes.

"Very well, I am assured of the medicine made by your blood race, but it is not enough for the whole city to use. We must expand production and strive to benefit the whole country." Jon said with a smile, fully experiencing the fun of the black-hearted factory owner.

You don't need to pay wages, you can work continuously 24 hours a day, and you don't even need to bring your own raw materials. Where can you find such a good deal?

Of course, there is an injustice and a debtor. He, Qiao, is just a messenger, and the real decree is the Mother Earth, Lilith, the former ancestor of the blood race.

In order to stand in line, the lady started to command these dependents like a mule.

Still, it's all worth it.

These potions will definitely help!

Thinking of this, Jon got up, came to the three temporary bodies of Medici, Sauron and Einhorn, and asked, "Are you ready?"

All six eyes blinked at the same time.

"A storm is coming."

"The cloud is coming in a moment."

"The war is about to begin."

Finally, the three of them said in unison: "We are ready."

"Very good." Jon nodded, "Whether we can become the Orthodox Church this time depends on your performance."

……

……

Seven hours later, somewhere in the Sonia Sea.

'Youlan Avenger' moved forward slowly.

Since joining the Church of Fools, Alger has tended to cleanse himself. He no longer does some pirate work, but often hunts down pirates in exchange for bounties.

With the strength of his 'Wind Blessed One', coupled with the mastery of 'Knight's Grip', a Sequence 5 Extraordinary item, and always being able to find more than one angel to back him up, various conditions allowed him to even create an angel in a short period of time. Lieutenant General's name.

'Vice Blue Admiral' Alger Wilson, how pleasing it sounds~

In the thin white mist, the ghost ship moved forward quietly, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Alger was wearing the captain's coat, standing alone on the bow of the ship, admiring the white world with extremely focused eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze was fixed, and some silver-white light spots appeared in the depths of his eyes.

But in the thick fog in the distance, a huge ship with sails hanging quietly sailed by.

There is not only one big ship, but behind it, many of the same kind form a long fleet.

"Here we come!" Alger's heart trembled.

Recalling the instructions of 'Mr. Fate', he quickly suppressed that trace of anxiety, lowered his head, and prayed silently.

"Great God of War, symbol of iron and blood, master of turmoil and strife, I beg your attention."

……

……

Uncharacteristically, Klein used the ability of the 'Faceless Man' to pinch his face back and returned home.

Because it was Saturday, both Benson and Melissa were at home.

Both of them were very happy to see someone coming, because Klein hadn't been back for a while.

"Melissa, Benson, listen to me." Klein's face was full of seriousness, "Don't worry about anything, come with me immediately!"

"What's wrong?" Seeing Klein's unprecedented serious expression, Benson was extremely puzzled.

Klein glanced at his pocket watch, checked the time, and said succinctly, "I have received internal news that Backlund is about to face an air raid!"

Air raid?

The two siblings were taken aback.

You know, Backlund is the capital of the Loen Kingdom, so why would there be an air raid!

"There's no time to explain." Klein grabbed Benson and Melissa's arms and dragged them outside without any explanation.

Outside the house, there was a carriage waiting for a long time.

Klein pushed his family into the car, drove the car himself, and escorted them to St. Musail's Cathedral.

"Don't come out until the air raid is over."

"I still have things to do."

"Don't worry about me, I can protect myself."

After a few words of explanation, Klein drove away.

Almost at the moment when Melissa and Benson were dragged into St. Musail's Cathedral by priests and nuns in a daze, Klein's inspiration was touched.

He pulled the bridle and stared sharply at the sky.

However, in the mid-air where the stratus clouds are not thin, airships painted in dark brown are approaching densely.

On the hulls of those airships are painted red, white and yellow tricolor logos in diagonal stripes—that's the national flag of Feysac!

Oh oh oh!

Alarms were raised.

A large number of airships cut in from the northern area and came over the sky of this international city.

However, as soon as they approached the range of official churches such as St. Mussel's Cathedral and Holy Wind Cathedral, the Orthodox Church seemed to have made preparations.

The dark energy and the cyan wind blade roared towards the target, like surface-to-air missiles one after another.

However, seeing that these defensive means were about to hit the airbag of the airship, there was only a buzzing sound, and an invisible defense was created out of thin air, blocking all attacks.

Under the violent blows, these transparent force fields became shaky, but they persevered in the end.

wow-

The cannon muzzle, machine gun muzzle, and throwing opening on the airship were opened one by one, aiming coldly and mercilessly at the bottom.

Klein took a deep breath, jumped out of the carriage, put on the 'Chick's Ring' directly, and was promoted to 'Witch of Scourge'.

He does not want to see war, even hates war.

He also sympathized with Feysac's innocent civilians from the bottom of his heart.

However, that is the position.

For his family and friends, he had to make up his mind and prove his determination with actions.

"Storm, rage!!!"

After the words fell, countless hurricanes suddenly formed.

With Klein as the center, it rolls out in all directions like an explosion.

In such a terrifying storm, the flames sprayed by the airships stopped suddenly.

In an instant, the airships were like ships sailing in a storm, and the formation dispersed instantly.

Below, Klein gritted his teeth.

He sensed that someone was interfering with his spells.

This is normal. It would be unreasonable to think about an air raid on a country's capital without a Beyonder manipulating it.

Klein felt that at least two angel-level powers were protecting those airships. From those angels, he felt the same aura as Medici.

Angel of the 'Red Priest' pathway!

War is the art of gathering crowds.

Klein's conjecture is correct, Fusac's side does have the secret support of the Iron Cross.

It was a group of pure war lunatics, relying on war to advance and gain a sense of accomplishment from conquest.

However, Klein's efforts were not in vain.

Several strong winds raged, and the attack on the northern parish was fruitless. The air fleet turned west and went to the political center of the Loen Kingdom.

Klein, whose spirituality was exhausted, half-kneeled on the ground, panting heavily.

Regardless of some future troubles, he directly took out the 'black iron cross' to force himself to replenish the magic.

At this time, a team of 'Nighthawks' rushed out of St. Mussel's Cathedral, and the 'Red Gloves' team that Klein was familiar with was also incorporated into it.

Seeing Klein, those 'Nighthawks' did not show any surprise expressions, but instead nodded in awe with awe-inspiring eyes.

——Confirmed the eyes (oracle), it is one of my own.

Among them, Leonard stared eagerly at the figure.

But soon, he withdrew his gaze and told himself secretly, "You are the chosen one who is destined to carry this world forward, how can you be trapped by love!"

That means Jon is not there.

As long as the fun people hear Leonard's heartfelt feelings, he will use Laxian to protect the media anyway, and accomplish this good thing!

……

……

West District, Backlund University.

When the airship hit, those students came and went with their book bags on campus as usual.

As one of the most prestigious universities in the world, these young people are full of vigor and look forward to the future.

They get together every day to study technology and discuss ideals.

Simple and happy.

However, the iron hooves of war ruthlessly crushed these illusory beauty.

When the petrol bomb fell vertically, all they could do was to raise their heads and open their mouths blankly, waiting for the judgment of fate...

Fortunately, fate is on their side this time!

In this place where the official church and the Loen royal family couldn't reach, someone saved them.

It was a beautiful figure that could not be described in any words, with blood-red eyes and six wings on its back.

With a sweep of the long sword in his hand, the sea of ​​flames disappeared suddenly, and the formation of the airship became chaotic again.

Sauron, who was ordered to protect these innocent students, curled his lips in disdain as he moved his body that wasn't quite used to it.

"Normal trick... but it's all about freedom," he murmured.

Then, holding the long sword high, he said loudly in a voice that all the teachers and students present could hear: "The oracle of the fool - martial arts are banned here, and those who disobey the order will die!"

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