Transcendent Dawn

In the dark, a kind of attraction suddenly emerged.

Jenny looked to the east: "I successfully contained the monster's blood and became a half-saint, half-degenerate being... I suppressed that eye, and I also knew the source of the curse... the dark serpent!"

"This road can indeed go through!"

She clenched her fists: "It is indeed feasible to graft the blood of a monster... I even feel a strong attraction, in the east... Is my sixth-level stigmata there?"

In the east of Zealand City, there is a continent where sea people and humans live together. Now part of it has been opened up as a colony, but the depths are still dangerous.

Jenny felt the changes in herself carefully.

According to the legend, anyone who transplants the blood of a monster will have terrible mutations, especially in terms of spirit. Indifference and cruelty are the best sequelae.

But she found that her spirit and character hadn't changed much from before.

The only difference is in his own body.

A layer of bronze-like luster appeared on Jenny's hands.

"The power is greatly increased, and the body is metallized... Now I am afraid that I can catch musket bullets hard... This is just the ability attached to the stigmata... Its real performance is still..."

Behind Jenny, eight mechanical spider legs stick out, each of which is deeply inserted into the ground, extremely sharp.

"It feels a bit similar to that Mary... My spider spear also contains a strong metal toxin, which can infect the injured and become my mechanical puppet..."

Strong pollution!

This is also one of the characteristics of monsters.

After a demonstration, Jenny changed back to the form of an ordinary person and sighed.

"A saint of the fifth rank is a big shot no matter where he is... If he is in the church, he can even compete for the position of Pope... Unfortunately, I am already a fallen person."

Sighing inwardly, Jenny returned to the ground building, reverting to the image of scholar Jenny Black.

Jingle!

When the bell rang, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Jenny looked in the mirror,

He stepped forward to open the door, and saw a middle-aged man holding a silver cane and wearing a bowler hat.

"Ms. Black, do you dare to interrupt me!"

He took off his hat and saluted.

"Detective Luo Fei!"

Jenny nodded and invited him into the room: "Do you need a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you, it's nice to have something hot to drink in this weather..."

Luo Fei put down his coat and crutches: "But before that..."

He cleared his throat: "According to your entrustment, ma'am, as soon as there is any clue about that matter, I must come to inform you."

"Huh? My mentor...Mr. Turing, have you found him?"

Jenny frowned.

Teacher Turing disappeared after teaching her for a period of time. She has been looking for it for a long time, and the assignment is still pending with the private detective, who has to pay a labor fee every year.

"It's really not easy..."

Luo Fei also has lingering fears about the completion of this task: "Thanks to the protection of Mother Nature, one of my informants happened to find him in Rock City. This is the address!"

He handed Jenny a folded note.

"Ok……"

Jenny took it and glanced at it: "According to the agreement, after I go to confirm, I will pay the rest of the reward."

"Of course, you are a well-known scholar in the Kingdom."

Luo Fei smiled.

He is quite at ease about the reputation of such a big man.

...

rock city.

In the hazy drizzle, a row of people holding black umbrellas slowly emerged from the thick fog.

"Valen...you shouldn't have come."

Fitch looked at the squad of combat scholars around him and sighed.

"I promise, I'm just watching from the sidelines..."

Varen stared at Fitch with a 'sincere' face: "And...the chief judge of the inspection institute, Mr. Ernest, is here. I'm fine."

Presiding Judge Ernest is one of the top leaders of the Church of the God of Knowledge, and he was already a fifth-tier saint in his early years!

Such a big man, of course, would not be with them, but would hide in the dark, and only Fitch and Valen could contact them.

"To be honest... I don't think we can ask such an existence to take action!"

Fitch lowered his voice.

"No... It's not the ghost in history... I think the reason why the chief judge of the testing institute attaches so much importance to it is because of the newly appeared evil god—the hidden one of the moon!"

Varun sighed: "This evil god should be related to history, holding ancient secrets that we don't know... Of course, what is more important is his identity... Now there are more and more evil gods, but there are only two righteous gods." bit..."

In order to track down such an evil existence, it is natural that the chief judge must be labored.

However, the information disclosed by the other party is very little, only some historical data that is not true or false.

The most conspicuous of them is the name 'Turing'.

Even so, it is worth a visit by a high-ranking saint. After all, matters involving evil gods cannot be overstated.

When this is mentioned, even Fitch can't help feeling heavy.

"Speaking of this... how do you view some missionary organizations, such as the rise of a 'Holy Church of Death' in the South..." Fitch asked: "The distinction between evil and neutral organizations mainly depends on their ideas and actions... that' The Vatican of Death has no obvious bias towards evil, and most of its members are neutral. They believe that death needs respect, and the sea of ​​darkness is the destination of everything..."

"I don't know...the matter here has not been resolved yet."

Varen smiled bitterly: "Even with the wisdom of many sages in the church, they may not be able to discern the truth behind these organizations..."

"Too……"

The flow of people dispersed on the street, Fitch and Varun walked into an apartment, climbed up to the third floor, and opened a curtain: "This location was chosen by our intelligence personnel, and it happened to be able to see the target's residence behind the street. ..."

Varun took out a mirror.

This is a skill in mysticism. Direct gaze is easy to be detected by the target, but the reflection of the mirror is different.

Immediately, through the reflection of the mirror, he saw a somewhat crude shop.

"A college tutor with a generous pension suddenly gave up everything to open a small shop here?"

Warren sneered: "Business is not very good, do you believe it?"

"You can't say that, maybe they just have this quirk." Fitch retorted, and immediately stared at Varen: "You promised me, just take a look and leave, especially during the battle."

"I see."

Varun took a deep breath: "Also, I'm not a scholar without combat effectiveness."

At this moment, his pupils shrank: "A carriage is coming, and a person getting off from it... is Jenny! Jenny Black! That famous steam scholar!"