this is my ark journey

Not ready to startle the snake?Or is it that a nun is not worthy to do it herself?

Ren narrowed his eyes, recalling the scene of less than ten seconds in his mind over and over again, and gained a lot of information from this short confrontation.

This ability is the absolute king of assassination.

He couldn't even capture the vision of the soul. He believed that the 'spectrum' of the immortals could not be seen either. When it came along the shadows and touched the throat quietly, the pain would remind the prey that it was attacked.

It's no wonder that Yelagunde doesn't know anything when he asks three questions. This ability is more terrifying than the sum of the Wuxu League.

Ren drew the curtains, turned around, and took off his robe. The body under the moonlight was pure and flawless. He looked at the glasses and immediately looked away.

Damn, the first time he opened his eyes was to look at himself.

Seeing more, there must be an accident. Ren lifted the cold quilt and got in, and closed his eyes in the enemy's lair. After a while, a slight snoring sound came out.

......

In the next few days, Ren really regarded it as a tourist. He went out to hang out during the day and came back to sleep at night, but every time he went upstairs, he would rub the old dog's head provocatively.

The opening of Kjerag continued, and there was no news from the holy mountain. Everything seemed to be covered by falling snow outside, and the land was still calm and serene.

Ren didn't have any contact with anyone, and he set up camp in the enemy's lair, but he could also feel that every time he went out, he would be watched secretly, who was peeping, needless to say.

A powerful nun arrives suddenly. She seems to be looking for something, but there is no sign of contacting Ashes. This will make people wonder her target. Anyone who is not Ashes is not an enemy, but she is from Lateran. Identity is unsettling again.

Ordinary talkers can't convince these elm heads, but they dangle in front of them again, like a fly that can't be chased away. The nun also "loves" the old dog very much. It was enthusiastic to catch it back, and by the way, a dog leash was attached.

The God of Mystery was completely helpless. This evening, he was about to change his carrier, when soft footsteps sounded, and the plainly dressed nun came back. Perhaps she had gotten to know the boss for a few days, and was stopped when she entered the door.

"Miss, you have been in Kjerag for so many days, you don't seem to be here for tourism." The old man looked at Victoria's newspaper from last year, and slowly took off his reading glasses.

"I'm here to find someone. This is a trial given to me by God." Ren seemed to have returned to his own home, and took the buttered tea from the shelf to make it.

Just because she was familiar with this person and knew that this person was forgetful, she 'opened her heart', looked at the suspicious old man, and while stirring the water glass with a spoon, she said: "Some evil existences are hidden on the earth, and my task is to find them out. .”

Ren used "he" and squinted away, seeing that the old dog had raised its ears.

"Sounds very powerful." The old man couldn't understand, and clasped his hands together, "Kjerag has the blessing of Yelagunde, so it must be fine."

On Ren's face, there was a sense of loneliness unique to long-term asceticism, mixed with a bit of anticipation: "I have definite news, He is here."

"Oh, a kind lady like you must be able to defeat evil."

"I hope, after purifying him, my journey will come to an end, and I should go back to the monastery to spend the rest of my life." Ren put down his teacup, picked up his sickle, and stepped up the stairs step by step, just like he did in the past few days .

Every day when she came back, she would have a few words with the boss, just like a lone traveler who was full of depression and had to confide to a faint old man.

The old dog is still lying on the side of the stairs. Today, the dog's head has not been rubbed, but his mind has been active.

What the nun said just now was unclear, but he had a feeling:

Did you come after me?

He showed a few fangs, as if mocking the idiot who didn't notice himself right in front of him, but after thinking about it again, he felt that it would be better to get rid of this trouble as soon as possible.

"Whether it's a spy from the Tribunal or a hound from the Notary Society, it would be very annoying if I really found a clone of me and kept hunting. '

He didn't come to play hide-and-seek with the Lateran people. Ashes was in the holy mountain hundreds of miles away, and he had to deal with him mainly. What would he do if he was still being chased by hounds.

The original plan was to let him issue the oracle, and it would be cannon fodder for nothing, but looking at it now, it is always a hidden danger to stay.

In the room, Ren sat on a wooden chair with his eyes closed and rested, with the sickle on his lap.

If you can hold back this time, I would like to call you the God of Life.

During the conversation for several days, he gradually released information, on the one hand to attract attention, and on the other hand to seduce the enemy, and this kind of seduction is fundamentally different from Ashes appearing in person.

There is no need and no need to use all his strength, the intensity of the battle can be controlled, and with the identity of Sister Lateran, he can legally hunt and kill this group of immortals, at least he can see how many ambushes there are.

After seeing the details and knowing ourselves and the enemy, the next step of the battle plan can be guaranteed.

With a dirty heart for playing conspiracy, Ren made a show operation, just wanting to return to the dark and control the initiative in this way.

The clock on the wall was ticking, the sun was fading, and the snow was falling again, and at this moment, he finally opened his eyes.

Golden rays of light were enveloping from all directions, and the God of Mystery finally couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to solve the scourge tonight.

Bang bang bang!

There was a knock on the door, and several soldiers in Shivaash uniforms stood at the door. They held sharp long knives and knocked for a long time, but no one opened the door, so they just kicked it open.

"Temporary inspection, handle..."

The voice stopped abruptly, a nun was standing on the bed, she was not wearing a hood, her long silver hair was flowing, and she was holding an exaggeratedly long sickle in her hand.

Her slender body took a step forward, and a section of her calf was exposed from the hem of the robe. Apart from anything else, her white arms waved a sickle.

Swah——

A few heads flew into the sky, and the splashed blood fell on the silver hair. In an instant, she changed from a gentle girl to a ruthless hunter.

"I smell it, the smell of evil."

Chapter 470 Two Snowy Night Battle Royale

In the northwest corner of Tukarim, there will be no sleep tonight.

Lines of blood splattered on the wall, and the headless corpse fell backwards. Ren flicked his scythe and jumped back, overturning the big bed by the way.

Puff puff......

There was a muffled sound, and the surface of the bed was already filled with arrows. Upon closer inspection, they were all carbon arrows, which Kjerag could not produce. Ren raised his head and saw a group of men and women in different clothes walking in the corridor. Skillfully string the bow and crossbow.

'Isn't it a Kjerag, a carrier brought in from outside? '

Before he could wait for the enemy to shoot again, he leaned his back against the wall and kicked on the bed.

boom!

The wooden bed slid towards the door like a giant shield. It was a bit worn out, but it was quite strong. It blocked the second round of shooting, but the good times didn't last long. A saber split the wooden bed in half from the middle.

Sure enough, there are individual differences!

Ren saw a figure more than two meters tall blocking the door, leaning over to drill into the room, and the gap was full of cold and shining crossbows.

He overturned the cabinet to temporarily block the enemy, knocked the handle of the knife on the floor, and the ice crystals spread, then raised his foot and stomped——

Click.

The flimsy floor immediately cracked, and a few crossbow bolts grazed the gray hair. He was pulled down by gravity, and he saw that the hotel hall was full of enemies.

There are bounty hunters, soldiers wearing Victorian armor, and tall and majestic Milos warriors. They seem to have been waiting here for a long time, and when they saw the figure fall, they raised their crossbows and shot.

Aggressive.

There was a continuous muffled sound from the arrow being nailed into the ceiling, but the nun stretched out her right hand to hold the beam of the house in mid-air, exerting force on her waist and abdomen, passing quickly like a swing, and in the blink of an eye, she swung from the stairs back to the second floor .

Hey.

The cloth shoes stepped on the floor softly. Ren squatted on the ground and saw that the long and narrow corridor was also crowded with people. With their backs to him, these awkward warriors were squeezing into the room. Just a moment later, they They turned their heads in unison again.

Every carrier is an eye, and the God of Mystery is like opening the perspective of God.

But it's too late!

Ren raised his sickle and cut it off without hesitation.

Congeal!

A large piece of ice crystals spread along the corridor, and if they touched it, they would freeze from the feet to the body. In a short time, the corridor had become a freezer, and the nun had jumped in the air.

He stepped lightly on the wall, twisted his waist and abdomen, his skirt danced, his sickle glowed coldly, and the flower of death leaped into the crowd, and then pulled out a large amount of blood.

Spinning, jumping, dancing, and the sound of sharp blades cutting into the flesh was continuous. From the stairs to the inner room, only stumps and broken arms and flying ice crystals were left behind. The humanoid cutting machine did not stop until the end of the corridor.

clang!

The sword and steel armor blocked the sharp edge, the shoulder armor and the sickle sparked, and the strong man raised the knife and chopped it down without hesitation. On the soles of his feet, the origin stone skills on the first floor became active, and he didn't need to think about it. Kill together.

There are various attack methods, retaining the original power of the carrier, and being able to use power to link individuals into a whole, which is better than the Witch King's residual poison, and pure fearlessness is useless at all.

But besides the big change in appearance, Renn also has powers, but no one has seen it.

The slender right hand took the initiative to meet the saber, seemingly hitting a stone with an egg, but before the contact, half of the strong man's body had turned into a ball of ice. Then, with his right hand, he pulled the sickle back with a hook.

The top-heavy soldier fell down, and Ren nimbly slipped under his armpit and hid in his back. About half a second later, the whole person bounced up like a roller coaster.

bang bang bang...

Sawdust, iron pieces, meat paste, blood, and ice slag flew around, and I don't know how many Originium skills hit the meat shield under his feet, but following the force, the flying Renn slashed above his head, and the ceiling immediately Cracked, and the whole person jumped onto the roof.

Goose feather heavy snow immediately sprinkled on the body, the toes touched the tiles, and immediately took a continuous step backwards.

bang bang bang...

The ensuing Originium skill made the roof riddled with holes, and it kept bombarding like a perspective, until fist-sized ice cubes formed in front of Ren, and the sickle slapped upwards. These ice cubes looked like Bullets shot through the snowy night, and the wails of animals could be heard in the distance.

The attack stopped suddenly, the warlocks standing in the lobby of the hotel stood dumbly, and the old dog 'shivering' in the corner drooped its tail.

so weird.

This person is not strong, if he really cut the hotel in half with a knife, he would definitely run away without looking back, but this nun's strength is not exaggerated, and her skills are simply perfect.

'Is she Grand Inquisitor of the Inquisition?But why do you act alone, and how do you see through my 'eyes'? '

It's not outrageous, but it's more powerful than he imagined.

The old dog was at a loss, and always felt that there were some problems in it, but his reason could provide perfect logic.

This can't be the person from Ashes, the 'eyes' have penetrated into the Tower of Babel, never heard of a nun using a scythe over there, and if it is true, why doesn't she go to the Holy Mountain.

Rutland's lunatics are not comprehensible to ordinary people at all, who would know if a freak really appeared.

Doubts aside, but there is one thing he is very clear about.

If it's really those great judges who are like dog skin plasters, they can't let her live, otherwise they will be devastated, how can they deal with Ashes.

Besides, even the Pope's knight can rebel, who knows if this nun will go up the mountain to reveal the news to Ashes because of 'justice'.

"Chase!"

With one order, dozens of carriers dispersed to pursue, and multi-line operation is very simple for the God of Mystery. His power is like a tentacle to control each carrier, some chase, some intercept, and some go to the police. , Don't forget, these are real human beings, and they won't be beaten by everyone like the Witch King's aftermath.

The old dog crawled out of the corner as if he had survived a catastrophe. He thought for a while, if he was approached for such a trivial matter, he would definitely be ridiculed, and then activated a certain carrier to go to a hot steelmaking workshop.

There was a black-skinned young man who was warming up to the steel furnace, with yellow sand flying around him like dust, and the carrier saluted and said directly:

"Mansha, I need your help."

......

With the wind and snow blowing in his face, Ren was running in the snow with a knife in one hand. He could feel a crowd of people surrounding him from all directions, and even some crows were hovering above his head.

"This God of Mystery is a bit interesting."

In the short encounter, he already had a general impression. In terms of combat power, the opponent is quite average, but his power is extremely flexible, which is very suitable for playing tricks.

Crushed against the bottom, slightly weaker against the top, can be a scout, spy, and commander, and can be oiled on the soles of his feet if he can't win.

"It's a pity, if he is on my side, he can be in charge of a war zone alone."

Ren sighed, this God of Mystery is not the type to single out fighters, even though the carriers he collects are not weak and have various abilities, but once he gets real, his absolute strength can crush all the bells and whistles, Its real strength lies in its secrecy, in its ability to use the neutral for its own use.

"It's like this!"

The sound of whistles came from the long street, and a group of warriors from the Shivaash family approached. There was also an emotional Kjerag next to him, and judging from the fire of his soul, this was also one of the carriers.

"She was the one who killed someone in the street just now!"

This group of snow warriors didn't have a little gold, but seeing a woman carrying a scythe through the wind and snow, there was nothing to say.

"Stop! Get checked! Otherwise..."

Before she could finish her sentence, and before she drew out her knife, the nun went straight into the crowd, chopped off the carrier, and knocked five or six people unconscious with the handle of the spear-like knife.

The snow splashed, and the soldier who had been beaten into a pig's head fell on the side of the road, and Ren became more and more interested.

Sure enough, it's interesting, and even used a chain meter.

It doesn't matter to him whether the carrier is dead or not. If he doesn't die, he will go on it himself. If he dies, it will be used as a criminal evidence. Even if the enemy is powerful enough to lock the carrier and slaughter Tukarim, he will run to a pack animal in the pine forest. , Just pat your ass and leave.

The killing intent was boiling. Since he didn't stand by him, he had to die. If he missed this opportunity, Ren would be exhausted to catch the rats that infiltrated the alliance in the future.

There was no killer, but the alarm was triggered. Ren knocked out more than a dozen patrols in a row, making Tukarim brightly lit in the middle of the night, with whistles coming and going, and shouts of 'catch the nun' everywhere.

Ren's patience was gradually exhausted. He played with the God of Mystery to attract other immortals, not to fight against Yinhui, and this bastard really could bear it, so he only sent a few carriers to monitor him.