Chapter 250 Premeditated Explosion

It was late at night, and the starlight was blurred outside the car window.

Tonight, the crimson moon seemed to be covered by black clouds, and the starlight was faintly sprinkled.

Inside the car window, the coal lamp was hung on the roof, and the dusk light was not bright, a bit like the color of a rotten banana.

"Meow."

Azshara curled up and lay on Hastur's thighs, protesting with dissatisfaction.

But it had no effect, and it could only watch its black and shiny hair being pulled up by a big hand against the direction of the hair.

"Are you still thinking about what the girl said just now?"

The shadow of Sharon appeared in the smooth mirror, and her tone was always as calm as ever.

Such a calm and calm attitude can always cool down the emotions of others.

"Well, this trip to South Wales is more dangerous than I expected."

Moraka's visit tonight pointed out one thing, whether they have evidence that they are believers of the stars or not, as long as most people think so, they will find ways to get close to themselves.

After all, on the surface, there was only one believer of the stars, and he looked too dazzling. They were like seeing a light spot in the dark night. Even if it was a fire, they would rush to it.

"The journey will never be smooth." Sharon was very experienced in this matter.

"Do you regret leaving Backlund with me?"

"Danger is the whetstone of growth."

Hasta smiled and nodded, "You are right."

He stood up, took the sword in the staff and came to the right window, raised his hand and stabbed into a shadow, groaned, blood flowed down the tip of the sword, and then a figure fell and was run over by the roaring steam train.

Hasta glanced out the window, then closed the window completely and pulled the curtain to cover it.

"No peeping here!"

Hasta made another rule to prevent peeping, and then sat back in front of the mirror, looked at Sharon inside and said, "I want to rest first, please help me guard tonight."

"Well, okay." Sharon's answer was still very brief.

Hastur did not return to the bed, but leaned against the chair, closed his eyes, and entered the Hall of Stars.

"Meow?"

Azshara walked out of the shadows, glanced at the master who was already breathing evenly, tiptoed from the side to the table, and came to the mirror to rest.

Hall of Stars.

Hastur sat in the first seat, his eyes swept across the stars, and then fell back to the star where the real creator was.

Skillfully found the light point representing Mr. A, and divined again.

On the boundless ocean, the Holy Mountain stood tall, and the figure of the Lord was still invisible, only the pressure belonging to the Lord was everywhere.

Mr. A knelt on the sea, facing the direction of the Holy Mountain devoutly.

Although he had come here once, his heart was still full of excitement, and his body trembled slightly. He wanted to look up at the Lord, but he was afraid that such behavior would blaspheme the Lord.

He could only lower his head and listen to the Lord's oracle silently.

When the oracle was conveyed, the world in front of him shattered, and Mr. A raised his head, and there was only a statue of the Lord in front of him.

He first bowed respectfully to the Lord's statue, and then his eyes fell on the coffin that held the divinity.

Last time, Lanevus's sudden death made it difficult for him to find a suitable person to carry the divinity. He had no choice but to temporarily merge the divinity with the body of one of his subordinates, and sealed him in the coffin, and held the corresponding ceremony to allow the divinity to gradually merge with the new body.

At present, the Lord has sent the latest oracle to send this coffin to the vicinity of St. Samuel Church.

This is a provocation to the Goddess of Night, and it is a very crazy act.

When the Lord's offspring is born from St. Samuel Church, it will be such a irony and blasphemy for the Goddess of Night.

He can't wait to complete this crazy thing.

Three days is the time he gave himself to complete the action.

...

After finishing the divine revelation, Hastur focused his eyes on the light spot where Bernadette was, told her the current hiding place of the Rose School, and asked her to leave the southern continent as soon as possible and not to participate in this war.

When Hastur was about to leave, he glanced at the star where the High Dimension Overlooker was. This Outer God was still floating on the sea, and the pirate team gathered around him was growing stronger and stronger.

Could he wait for the war to break out in the southern continent, and then lead the pirate army to participate in this war?

Hastur glanced at him, then retracted his gaze and left the Hall of Stars.

When Hastur opened his eyes in the real world, Azshara jumped over from the table and curled up in his arms.

In the mirror, Sharon's figure emerged.

"Your rest is very short."

"That's enough."

Sharon didn't understand the real meaning of Hastur's words, but didn't delve into it.

Hastur thought for a while and said, "When Miss Sharon was at home, did she also stay in the mirror to rest?"

Sharon glanced at him lightly, "I'm not the elf in the mirror."

"..."

Hastur coughed twice, knowing that he had asked a stupid question.

"The night is long, Miss Sharon, are you interested in listening to my story?"

"You say."

...

The night is long, and there are still many people who don't want to sleep.

Ince Zangwill, who had never really fallen asleep, suddenly felt someone pulling him into a dream.

Although he sneered at this behavior, he still obeyed and cooperated with the other party.

"Who are you?"

"What is the purpose of going to South Wales?"

"Do you know someone named Ince Zangwill?"

Ince Zangwill answered three questions in a row very carefully. He always kept in mind his current identity, a businessman who wanted to go to South Will County from Backlund to do business.

The other party asked a few more questions and left his dream.

Ince Zangwill had a mocking smile on his face. The extraordinary people of the Church of the Goddess of Night always believed in the power of nightmares so easily. Obviously, this move that should have been thrown into the garbage dump is only useful for ordinary people.

After a while, there were footsteps passing by here. Ince Zangwill naturally relaxed his body and pretended to be asleep.

……

Dongtucker County is also located on the east coast of the Kingdom of Loen.

When the steam train from Backlund arrived here.

Ince Zangwill couldn't wait to leave this steam train and blend into the crowd.

He wanted to avoid it for a while and wait a few days before taking the steam train from Dongtucker County to South Will County.

But just as he left the train station, a violent explosion suddenly sounded behind him.

The entire earth was about to be overturned, and many passengers who had not had time to leave were buried alive in the sea of ​​fire of the steam train explosion.

"It's really dangerous."

Ince Zangwill was very glad that he was sitting very close to the door just now, otherwise he would have been involved in this premeditated attack.

"I don't know who is so generous that he actually destroyed the entire steam train directly."

Ince Zangwill just thought for a while, and hurriedly stopped a carriage to get away from here.

The exploding and burning steam train not only drowned the passengers who did not have time to leave, but also destroyed the track to South Wales.

The station quickly sounded the alarm, and a large number of police officers rushed to rescue and evacuate nearby passengers.

"Damn it!"

"Who dares to act so brazenly and ignore the laws of the kingdom!"

"If I catch you, I will definitely hang you all on the gallows!"

The middle-aged man with two small mustaches looked at the steam train that had become a pile of scrap metal, his face gloomy and blue.

"Boss, we have lost the news of Earl Hasta Campbell. It seems that he didn't have time to escape, and the guards who followed him have all been buried in the explosion just now."

"Dead?"

The middle-aged man looked at the explosion site that had become a ruin for several times, and finally said coldly: "If he is really dead, find his body as evidence, otherwise he is missing inexplicably, understand?"

"Understood, we will contact the local police station to deal with this matter together."

On the other side, Kresty Sesima, who also survived, looked at the place where the explosion happened, frowning.

The explosion came too suddenly and too fiercely. It swept all the carriages in a short time, causing the entire steam train to fall into a sea of ​​fire and turn into ashes.

This is definitely not a natural accident, but a plan that has been planned long ago!

This steam train was already tampered with when it left Backlund!

But why wait until the steam train arrives at the station before detonating the entire steam train?

If they simply want to blow up someone on the train, wouldn't it cause more damage if they detonated the steam train when it was running fast?

The more Cresty Sesima thought about it, the more strange it felt. Although the big explosion just now was terrible, there were still many passengers who survived. About two-thirds of the passengers died in the explosion just now.

For a plan that had been planned long ago, this was a flaw that should not have occurred, unless they had planned it this way from the beginning!

But what was the purpose?

What was the reason?

While Cresty Sesima was thinking, the Punishers and Mechanical Heart members of East Tucker County had heard the news and rushed over.

"This may also be an opportunity to find Ince Zangwill."

Kresty Sesima's eyes flashed. If it were an ordinary passenger, they would generally be at a loss when such a big thing happened, and stay nearby waiting for the official personnel to deal with it.

Only those who have problems will take this opportunity to sneak away.