Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - Vol 2 Chapter 215

The brawny man with the steam rifle staggered to the side, Dunn watched the last gangster fall, the “darkness” scattered all around squirmly gathered at his feet, and slowly took off the bone ring on his middle finger.

He shook his head, took a deep breath of the cool air underground, and his mind became much clearer.

In order to prevent these gangsters from accidentally injuring the detained women when they finally resisted, Dunn almost exerted the limit of his “dream demon” ability, pulling all the remaining gangsters closer to sleep in one breath.

Opening his eyes, Requiem Master’s good night vision allows him to see the whole dungeon.

His eyes swept across the closed cells, and finally stopped on a mature lady who could barely see her hair.

Jason Patrick’s lover… Dunn nodded slightly, clearing his dry throat, and then a mellow voice resounded throughout the cell, and the soothing poetry calmed the hearts of every woman, in the dark , before Dunn “digested” the magic potion to appease the controlled spirits and rushed towards the door locks one by one.

The melodious singing suddenly became too high-pitched and became high-pitched. The inspiring songs encouraged these people who had not seen the light for a long time, encouraged them to regain their inner courage and human dignity, and tentatively pushed open the iron door of the prison. One by one they ran towards the only light.

Dunn, who was hidden in the shadows, watched from the corner as a woman ran out of the basement. When the mature woman ran past, he raised his chin slightly, and a Mohu spirit body chased after him and followed. behind the lady.

After doing all this, he no longer delays, but uses the disguise of “darkness”, lit a cigarette, and walked out of the warehouse at a slow pace.

Although he had already dealt with the Beyonders and elites inside the warehouse, there were still many patrolling plateaus and other gangsters nearby. If they were caught, these women would just jump from one den into another.

Under the gloomy night sky, the tall, slender-looking “Dream Demons” appeared like ghosts behind one gang after another, or dragged them into sleep, or knocked them unconscious, no matter if they were locals from Backlund, or they were looking for a living from the plateau. The immigrant, using a combination of mystery and physics, were sent into the dream without discrimination.

Dunn watched the last girl also flee into the alley, the black trench coat dangling from his legs swayed in the wind, and turned back to the warehouse.

He picked up the characteristics of Belis that he didn’t have time to recover just now, and put a lot of dark black with the dark golden characteristics of Parker “Sheriff”, and put them into different pockets on both sides of the coat. As for the snuff bottle, he learned from Parker’s appearance, hung around his waist with a silver chain.

After confirming that these Beyonder characteristics and sealed items would not temporarily affect him, Dunn remembered His Highness Edmund’s advice when he was promoted, took out the matches he carried with him, and stacked the steam rifles on Belis and others in the corner. Several piles of flammable cargo for camouflage were hauled in.

Destroying private property, maliciously causing fires, and wasting public security resources… He counted the laws and regulations he would violate next, handed the lit match to the wolf-shaped spirit body squatting on the side, and waved his hand at will.

The blue transparent figure ran to the corner of the warehouse. A few seconds later, the orange-red fire light once again illuminated the corner of the East District. Next to the abandoned dock, about a few hundred meters away, was dealing with the residual pollution of the “Rose School” battle the day before yesterday. Team Xin raised their heads, and Yin Kangse with messy **** hair on top of his head stared blankly at the fiery red that suddenly brightened and quickly dimmed, and his dusty hand slapped the side of his cheek.

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Backlund West, 6 Edward Street.

The luxury house with the garden has been enclosed by the “Heart of Machinery” with a seal with the logo of the Siviras Field, and since it was confirmed that Patrick Jason is actually a member of the Bellia family, it has been churched by the gods of steam and machinery. Strict monitoring, trying to dig more traces, in order to trace more traces of this hidden evil family.

In the living room where the corpse odor lingered, the portrait of Jason Beria after putting on human skin was still hanging in the center, watching the house that had been marked and destroyed by the Mechanical Heart team.

There was a gentle soft light at the entrance of the garden, hesitating about the blood and crimes that had happened in this house. No member of the Heart of Mechanics was willing to approach at night, but only symbolically lived in the hut of the original concierge.

In the dark shadow, the figure of one person and one dog slowly walked out, almost transparent blood shrouded the house, and the members of the Heart of Machinery, who were sleeping soundly in the gatehouse, lost their breath at some point.

The shirtless Fabti tutted and looked at the portrait of Jason Beria, and the black giant dog crouching at her feet sniffed a few times, and whispered:

“Your Majesty, are you preparing for the ceremony here?”

Fabti, who was admiring the poor art, glanced at the “Desire Apostle” giant dog at his feet who had recently learned to speak, and shook his head with a smile.

“Do not worry.”

As she said that, she walked towards the extinguished fireplace in the hall, and the strong smell of sulfur gradually spread.

“The little guys in the ‘Mystery’ family have made such a big move, and I can’t let the Augustus spoil the fun…”

More than ten seconds later, following the Chowood District and the East District, the third explosion in Backlund tonight occurred in the Western District of Backlund, which shocked the West Velas Stadium.

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