Primordial Sequence

The dawn sunshine illuminated a few nervous people, the church bells woke up the sleeping pigeons, and the same black smoke appeared in the sky above Cadde City. Several people also vaguely heard the whistle of the Rhine River, looking pale The paper-like Kamiu made several people worried about him.

"Captain, we must find them, and the sooner the better. This kind of dream killer is simply impossible to guard against."

Hearing Susie's suggestion, Camus nodded, "There are eleven of them in total. I know the real name of one of them, and I can predict their location. They are as seriously injured as me now."

Card Xiu's brown cat ears moved, "Sequence Seven is indeed powerful in dreams, but it may not be that strong in reality. Maybe this is a good time."

The captain took a puff of cigarette and closed his eyes for a while before opening his bright eyes, "Susie, go and borrow a bottle of "Roger's Resuscitation Potion" from your sister, treat Camus's soul trauma, and locate them as soon as possible. I must send these damn cultists back to the arms of death. If I touch my people, I will have to pay a huge price."

When Susie heard this, she ran out. Camus stopped him, "Susie, please bring me your sister's "Evil Potion of the Seventh Apostle". Maybe you can't deal with the leader. He It is the second stage "nightmare", which can pull people into "the past of fear".

The captain nodded, "Does the makeup artist have the ability to "block the past"? If so, you are indeed the most suitable person to deal with him."

Susie looked at Camus suspiciously. As far as she knew, the "makeup artist" did not have the ability to cover up the past, but it seemed that Camus was very confident.

Seeing Susie's leaving figure, Casca threw a pistol over and praised her proudly.

"The M37 semi-automatic pistol produced in the 10th District has 12 rounds of bullets per magazine and three magazines in total. Maybe he will help you. You guys go ahead and buy some "fire support". "Sequence Six" is the most professional for group fights. "Master."

Looking at the pistol in his hand, Camus suddenly became very curious about District 9. "Thank you, Casca. I have full trust in District 9's craftsmanship."

Card Xiu turned around and walked to the office to meditate, preparing to face the upcoming battle with sufficient mental strength.

Akali took off the long sword from her body and wiped it with clean water. She looked at the sword in her hand with cold eyes, "The cold slash cut through the golden coast. The proud blue-scaled murloc is looking forward to the battle."

The captain glanced at Camus, whose expression had calmed down. After tapping his chest three times, he picked up the book in his hand and began to pray, with the golden tin staff floating in front of him.

Just as the Investigation Department was getting ready for war, the door to the room at Codomo Hotel 302.303.305 opened. A group of men in black robes were waiting quietly outside room 301 with white candles in their hands.

Some passengers who got up early ran away with frightened faces when they saw this situation. They looked like cultists and died after running away.

"Master Jack, we failed, what should we do now?"

Jack's voice came out, "Change places immediately, go separately, and meet at the Maria Opera House in the evening. There is a makeup artist from the second sequence on the other side, and they will find this place quickly." "

Upon hearing this, the people in black robes dispersed. Jack in the room looked at the cracks on his arm with a ferocious expression.

"Damn Moon Elf, what exactly did you summon? The power of thunder and lightning? Who could that incredible oppression, the existence that makes the soul tremble, be?"

After thinking for a moment but unable to think of anything, Jack put on his suit, walked to the second floor window and jumped out.

In less than two hours, everyone returned to the investigation department. Camus took two bottles of potion, drank the resuscitation potion, closed his eyes and meditated.

As he fell into silence in the spiritual world, Camus couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the spiritual world. The crisis had been avoided, and the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers in the spiritual world had turned into dead branches and leaves. Seeing that the green color was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye, Camus breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe the spiritual world is like this because it has something to do with your own soul. You must not take risks next time."

An hour later, Camus opened her glowing eyes, closed the curtains around her, and lit candles. As the candlelight was reflected in the mirror, Camus communicated with the great existence.

"Great source of nothingness, please grant me the right to mirror, please tell me where "Lesson Jack" is?"

As the mirror fluctuated, the mirror gradually became illusory. A blurry white influence appeared in the mirror, as if it had sensed something. Jack, who was walking in the mirror, looked back at the closet next to him, his joking eyes seemed to say You know you are looking for me, come and find me if you can.

Seeing this shadow, Camus withdrew his gaze and lowered his head in thought.

"He is moving. I can't determine his position. I can't predict it all the time. My soul power can't bear it."

Susie's ears twitched, "No. 128, Cliffin Life Street. He is near Cliffin Street. If we can predict the whereabouts of other team members, maybe we can roughly divide an area."

Seeing Susie's eyes, Camus was about to shake his head when he suddenly thought of the "exchange" of the Golden Title. Maybe he could give it a try.

"I'll try to see if I can exchange some useful information. I need your magic power."

Seeing Camus closing his eyes, the captain and Card Xiu each condensed a ball of magic power and placed it in the palm of their hands. The captain's magic power exuded a strong light, and Card Xiu's magic power exuded a sense of deathly darkness.

At this moment, the mirror in the investigation room emitted a strange light, and a row of writing appeared, "Put the magic between my eyebrows."

In the spiritual world, Camus summoned the phantom of the Golden Heavenly Name, and made an exchange with him in a thought.

"I need Jack's final destination in exchange for what?"

The thought of the golden heavenly title sounded in Kamiao's heart, "pure soul."

Kamu smiled, maybe this is the real use of the golden scale, but the pure soul itself does not have it, so it can only exchange other information.

"I need the names of people around Leeson Jack."

Upon hearing this exchange, the phantom of Golden Heavenly Name emitted a thought, "Two pieces of pure magic power."

Camus threw his magic power on the weighing plate, and the magic power disappeared. Suddenly, a name appeared in his heart, "Rod Siakam." Camus smiled. With his real name, where are you going?

In reality, Camus opened his eyes, looked in the mirror and used his ability to predict.

"Great source of nothingness, please grant me access to the mirror and please tell me the exact location of Rod Siakam."

As the mirror shakes, a blurry white effect appears in the mirror. It seems to be a basement. Dirty furniture is randomly placed around it, covered with dust. The occasional cockroaches and mice crawl over, telling the story of this. A place with energy.

As if sensing something, Rhodes turned around and saw a shard of glass standing in the corner, flickering in the candlelight. He thought of something. Although he didn't know how the Adventurer's Guild found him, this was a good opportunity.

The companions saw Rod Siakam looking behind him in surprise and shook their heads.

"Relax Lord Rod Siakam. If the other party wants to predict us, it will be impossible to find us unless there is a "real-name mediator". I think he is accompanying Lord Jack in circles now?"

"Oh... I'm crying, what a stupid adventurer's guild."

Rod Siakam looked at his compatriots with a smile, his eyes flickered, and he deliberately talked to himself in the corner.

"I don't know if the Maria Opera House is safe? Maybe Lord Jack will lead us to capture the damn elf. I believe this moment will not be too far away."

"Of course Lord Rod Siakam, the nightmare of sequence seven is invincible. In the dream, we are the most powerful existence, and the glory of crying will be revived."

Feeling the fluctuations in the corner disappear, Rod Siakam smiled and looked at his companions, "Maybe we can go to the Maria Opera House in advance. We are safe, aren't we?"

When the two companions heard this, they also felt that it made sense. Anyway, the other party could only predict Master Jack's itinerary, and they were not in that danger. They had had enough of this dirty and stupid basement.