The sky is still dusk.

Qin Kun has been on the cause and effect line for more than 50 days, and 50 hours have passed here.

The last day is until the evening of Ragnarok!

The temporary stronghold of the Ghost Council was turned into ruins.

The bodies disappeared one after another, but blood marks on the wall and wreckage on the ground were everywhere.

The city of Paris has become purgatory, and I finally arrived at my hometown along the way.

When a homeless man came here with a curly-haired young man on his back and a robe under his arm, he found that the conference room was empty and his eyes were filled with sadness.

Could it be that this catastrophe really...can't be overcome?

A clearing of the open space, only half of the young man in the robe could move, and the other half was covered in blood. He turned into this ghost after fighting with a bat girl.

It is the wisdom apostle Hazlitt.

"Senior...Monotios..."

"After drinking the holy water, there is still a breath left. Unfortunately, the others... cannot be saved." Wandering Knight Sisyfry leaned against the wall tiredly.

Not only did he defeat the bat girl, but he also hid with the seriously injured two people for two days.

No one knows how they came here these two days, but they know that the people in this city are almost dead.

Moreover, the huge Western Exorcist is currently the only one who is the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, and Hazlitt also feels a little sad.

Sisyfry asked, “Can you contact someone else?”

"I... try."

Hazlitt smiled bitterly, the headquarters was flattened, and I don’t know who will still be alive.

Found a mitril silver container similar to a pot in the building, Hazlitt reached out to touch the bottom, and his spiritual power surged out of his palms.

"Sea of ​​Search!"

The spiritual power filled the bottom of the pot without any reaction.

Hazlitt continued to inject spiritual power, and when his spiritual power was less than one-third, he finally reacted.

"It's Morisa! Morisa is not dead yet!"

Looking at the signs that light up in the sea of ​​search, it was the imprint she had put on Morissa.

Hazlitt showed joy: "If Morissa can come back, our injuries will all be hopeless to recover!"

Sisyfry also showed a gratified smile, and it was good news that it was not wiped out.

"Can you find someone else?"

Hazlitt continued to inject spiritual power.

The spiritual power was less than four-fifths away, and another sign lit up.

"Van Helsing is also alive, but he's far away! He seems to be with Japanese Onmyoji."

Hazlitt said, filling the iron pot with one go, his face feeling weak: "I can't find anyone else anymore, senior, my search range is so large..."

Sisifry was stunned: "Where is Obote, what about Boy Raymond and Gusai'an? The Eunshan Secretariat should be within your search range, right?"

He asked the three people, the prophet, the paladin, and the high priest.

Hazlitt said hard: "I can't find three adults."

Siciferry sighed: "Then... are there any traces of the Eastern Exorcist?"

Sisyfry came over and put one hand on Hezlitt's shoulder. Hezlitt's face looked a little better and he started looking for it again.

"In the name of wisdom...distinguish!"

In an instant, many golden light spots appeared in the pool of spiritual power like water in the pot.

"One, two...three! There are three Eastern exorcists within my search range. Hey, why is this light spot so big..."

Hezlitt was stunned. The light spot was just a reflection of his personal spiritual power in the sea of ​​searching, and it was difficult to distinguish, so it was branded. Hezlitt discovered that suddenly there was a large light spot within his search range, and he was moving closer to the other two light spots!

Sisyfry looked at the light spot and said, "Will they have any trouble? Can you see how many monsters there are around them?"

Hazlitt smiled bitterly: "My sea of ​​search is not yet so deep that I can't detect hidden enemies."

Sisyfry nodded: "Then I'll bring Morissa here first."

"Huh? Wait!"

Hazlitt suddenly widened his eyes and looked into the iron pot.

Sisyfry was stunned: "So what's wrong?"

He came over and saw that there was a blood-red light spot near Morissa's light spot!

"Didn't you... just say you can't detect those monsters?"

Sisyfri wondered.

Hazlitt was also very puzzled: "That's right, but the blood-red light spot... seems...it's between a monster and a friend?"

Hazlitt isn't sure either.

His search sea can only detect exorcists who are not polluted by blood and evil spirits. It is necessary to detect monsters more deeply, but why does a special red light spot appear to follow Delisa?

Sisyfry did not hesitate: "I'd better go and see it first. If there is no danger, it's best! Remember to hide, I know that you have Zion's contract to protect you, and you should be able to hold on until I come back!"

Sisyfry said, and suddenly a golden cross tombstone appeared in his hand, inserted into the ground.

The light of the tombstone wrapped around Hazlitt and the Menotius on the ground, as if protecting them, and Sisifry flipped out of the window.

...

The killings in the city happen all the time.

Morisa looked at what she saw along the way, barefoot, her long skirt was broken, and her arms were huddled on the broken road.

Something suddenly bloomed in the sky.

As if it was an explosion, Morissa looked at the sky, the dusk became deeper and the air became colder.

It's the last day.

Morissa knew that the city was beyond salvation.

Communication is cut off, electricity is gone, and countless people are dead. Whether it is civilians or hosts, the still alive hosts are either slaughtering the remaining civilians, intercepting the golden light in their bodies to fill their stomachs, or fighting with other hosts to steal their golden light.

The sky suddenly became cloudy.

Many crystal silk threads fell down, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the silk thread stirred the clouds, and a rain suddenly came.

The shoes were broken, and Morissa looked down at her feet.

Can't find friends.

She was confused.

I recalled the past few days, like a nightmare.

But for some reason, she did not blame the oriental Taoist student.

The end of the world is coming, and she has also owned a man, which is a bit shameful, but it feels complete.

There is still one day left to be dusk for the gods, who can change all this?

There are so many hosts in this city now... If no one can kill them all... everyone will die, right?

...

Morisa was walking in confusion, but one eye was looking at her.

The buildings in the old town of Paris are not higher than 50 meters high, perhaps because of the protection of ancient buildings, so people standing in the rain now may be as lonely as they were hundreds of years ago.

A roof.

A Taoist priest was holding an oil paper umbrella.

He secretly looked at the back of Delisa in the rain.

His eyes were full of brilliance, and then he was as angry as nervous.

"What a delicious girl, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, I think you must be very happy to have such a wonderful experience..."

"Do you want to die?!"

"Hahahaha, are you willing to kill me?"

"I thought I didn't dare?!"

"Come and try it. You let me go. Now you want to blame me. Is this the way you practiced?"

One mouth, two voices.

The Taoist priest was ashamed and angry, and did not dare to face the other side of himself.

A few days ago he did something worse than beasts.
To be continued...