Chapter 67 Doomsday Circus! Opening Ceremony
Old Town.

A man in a gray robe entered the alley in the old city from the corner alley of the market area. His figure was like a light feather, jumping directly from a height of more than ten meters and landing slowly. After landing, he frowned and looked around, and quickly took off the gray robe on his body. With a wisp of flame emerging from his fingertips, the robe quickly burned into a ball of ashes.

"Is the matter settled?"

A young man who looked like a playboy was waiting for him in the shadows not far away. He was a handsome man in his mid-twenties, with a small moustache and three-dimensional facial features. He was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, black leather shoes, and a suit, looking like a young man from the upper class.

This kind of dress is rare in Dorne. The outfit is very expensive and looks more fashionable than the rich young men in the upper class.

His smile was a little frivolous, and there was a hint of vicissitudes in his cynicism.

If some lonely and resentful rich women saw him, they would probably be easily attracted by his appearance and temperament.

"Don't give me that disgusting look of yours."

The figure of the man who walked into the alley began to shrink, from a tall man of about 1.8 meters to a short dwarf of about 1 meter. He reached out and wiped his face a few times, and with the miraculous disguise technique, he soon turned into a little boy who looked to be in his teens. Even his voice became like a child's voice.

Not far away, the playboy shrugged and said, "Okay."

The dwarf, who had now disguised himself as a little boy, looked at his companions and frowned, "Where's the clown?"

The young master raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know."

"Maybe he went to have some fun."

"Right now, in Dorne, there is only one person who is qualified to be his opponent, the Lantern Keeper."

Hearing the other party's words, the dwarf disguised as a little boy frowned and said seriously, "He's going to mess around again?"

The young master asked with a somewhat teasing look: "What?"

"Are you going to teach him a lesson?"

The dwarf was speechless for a moment after hearing this. He looked a little afraid. He turned his head and changed the subject: "Where is the animal trainer? Where is the dancer? Why are you here alone?"

The young master spread his hands and said, "I don't know about the trainer. Maybe he has gone to find a new pet."

"The dancer said she wanted to test Diana's strength."

"I'm here to help you clean up the mess."

"You don't think that your little trick can deceive those night watchmen who are like hounds, do you?"

"I heard they recently hired an incredibly inspired investigator."

When the dwarf heard what the other party said, he looked a little angry and asked, "Poet! Are you provoking me?"

The young master said in an exaggerated tone: "No."

"Absolutely not."

"Let's go. Leave this to me. The president's messenger is waiting for you."

When the other party mentioned the president, the dwarf's anger quickly disappeared. He said slowly: "I didn't expect that the mistress actually succeeded! I smell the breath of fear hovering over this city."

"Did the Guild Master send us here to let the Moth Mother descend upon Dorne?"

The Madam used her life to tear a hole in Dorne.

The poet shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"But the Moth Mother will soon wake up. It doesn't matter if she comes a day earlier or later."

"The president is still playing hide-and-seek with those old guys outside!"

Speaking of outside, the poet couldn't help but point to the sky.

The dwarf looked a little worried. Even though the president was not here, his voice became a little flattering. He said carefully, "Although the president is wise and brave, he is alone outside dealing with so many old guys. Will anything go wrong?"

The poet narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils turned into strange blood-red vertical pupils in an instant. He stared at the dwarf in front of him and said softly, "Of course not."

"Do you really think those demigods can do anything to the president?"

"The president told us to do our work with peace of mind."

"The bigger the commotion, the better, because only with enough chaos can the flames of chaos rise outside and attract the awakened Moth Queen to come."

"The more than one million people in Dorne are the bargaining chips in the hands of the president."

“He’s going to force those old guys to [open the door]!”

There was a playful chuckle from the shadows.

A funny and bizarre smiling face appeared on the wall, like a frivolous clown. He sneered and said in a shrill voice: "You two are chatting here."

"The hounds are almost here!"

A funny clown walked out of the shadows. His presence could only be felt when you looked at him. Once you took your eyes off him, he seemed to be completely non-existent.

The clown stepped out of the shadows.

His pale skin seemed to be painted with a layer of oil paint. The clothes on his body and the heavy makeup on his face were all like black and white oil paintings. There was no trace of blood. He had no shadow, just standing there abruptly, looking at the two people beside him, tilting his head and saying, "Stop talking nonsense."

"The president is the Lord of the Abyss who controls the three monster paths of demons, devils, and evil spirits at the same time."

"Those demigods can't do anything to him."

After saying this, the clown gestured to the poet, "The [door] is locked. The president has half of the key."

"No more worrying about those necromancers entering the real world."

"It's time to start our show!"

The clown looked around, frowned, and asked, "Where's the dancer? Where's the animal trainer?"

"Why are you the only funeral attendant at the opening ceremony here?"

The clown simply ignored the dwarf beside him. The dwarf seemed to be very afraid of him and said cautiously: "The dancer, go and test Diana's strength."

"I don't know where the trainer is."

Little Gu Yan glared at the dwarf and said in a cold tone: "So, in this grand dark celebration, you are the only dwarf who is performing tricks?"

The humiliating tone made the dwarf's face turn red. He looked at the clown angrily, then backed off again.

"do not do that."

The poet said in a teasing tone: "After all, he is a promoted nightmare weaver. It would be useless to have him at the opening ceremony to create a terrifying atmosphere."

"This dark festival is not lively enough."

The dwarf glanced at the poet with a vicious look. He didn't dare to hate the clown, but he dared to hate the poet.

——Poet, just wait!

The clown took out a beating white cocoon from a strange dark red bag. The bag looked like the stomach of some creature, with wrinkles all over the surface. When it was opened, an obscure light and shadow emerged, as if it led to another space. He threw the white, slightly beating cocoon to the poet and said solemnly, "The offspring of the moth mother."

"Don't lose it."

"Once the [door] is closed, we can't get out."

"Without it, this dark festival wouldn't be exciting enough."

The clown said seriously, "We, the Doomsday Circus, cannot lose to Dele's Disaster Messenger Group."

“Their performance was wonderful.”

"Even a great druid has fallen into the withering state!..."

The poet's expression was panicked for a moment.

The white cocoon thrown by the clown made him feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. The moment the cocoon touched his skin, thin white silk threads that looked like silk began to drill into his skin. The silk threads instantly turned blood red, and the living thing inside the cocoon was also jumping, and the outline of a strange creature vaguely emerged.

The poet gritted his teeth and pulled it out. The white thread flew in the air, stained with traces of blood.

After losing the blood supply, the creature inside the cocoon became restless. Fortunately, the poet quickly cast a spell, and an obscure light made the creature inside calm down again.

When the dwarf saw this scene, he suddenly felt a little gloating.

The poet was very happy that his retribution came so quickly.

"Continue your performance, Nightmare Weaver." The clown looked at the dwarf beside him. His cold eyes made the dwarf shrink his head. He said with a hint of madness in his eyes: "I will make the whole city of Dorne become terrified!"

“The atmosphere is not right right now.”

"None of the falsehoods of Candlekeep were drawn to fear and despair."

After saying that, the clown looked at the poet who carefully put away the 'Child of the Moth Mother' and raised his eyebrows and said, "The Heart Eater is still lurking in Dorne after failing in his last mission."

"I heard he turned into a woman?"

"You go find him."

Hearing the clown's words, the poet's expression suddenly became meaningful. He said with great interest, "Oh!" and laughed in a somewhat inexplicable way, "He turned into a woman? Interesting!"

The clown waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

"Go do your thing, and find out where the tamer is."

“This guy is running around all the time.”

"Didn't he bring Dagon's offspring with him? Why is he looking for a new pet?"

The Joker's voice suddenly stopped.

He frowned and looked towards the market area, and said:

"The Night Watch is here!"

"There's another Death Patrolman. Interesting that they found us so quickly."

A strange halo emerges from the shadows.

The clown made a gorgeous turn, and bowed to the empty alley as if it was an opening ceremony in the shadows, just like a clown about to go on stage, and said in a weird aria, seriously and excitedly: "Audience! Dorne is now an arena."

"bring it on."

"Let's put on a great death fight for the demigods above us!"

"The unspeakable ones from the shadows."

"A reflection of the heroes of all ages."

"Next."

"Please welcome the Doomsday Circus and the Night Watch! ... The fate of mankind will be decided at this moment! ..."

In the creeping shadows.

There was a strange sound like applause.

The other members of the Doomsday Circus looked at each other, and stood behind the clown in tacit understanding, while bowing to the flowing shadows. It seemed as if the mist was parted in the shadows, and magnificent black giants sat in the audience seats that were like mountains of bones.

After a while.

The black giant's reflection gradually disappeared.

The figures of the poet and the dwarf quickly disappeared in the light of the spell.

in the dark.

The clown stood alone and slowly formed a shadow.

The shadow in his hands was like mud, and he quickly formed a figure of a man in a robe, who looked like a clay doll made of black mud. He looked around and threw it to the ground. Along with the squirming black mud, an expressionless living man appeared in the same place.

"You can play with them."

"Lift up the atmosphere!"

The Joker chuckled and disappeared into the shadows.

The gray-robed man who appeared at the original spot looked around and immediately fled towards the alley.

A few minutes later.

A nimble figure flew across the rooftop. He quickly landed, frowned, looked around, and murmured, "Something's wrong!"

“Why are there so many traces here?”

"Are there any other accomplices?"

This was a night watchman on a ranger's route. After tracking him here, he found that there were more traces left behind.

Soon, he locked onto one of the trails and quickly chased after it.

not far away.

The figures of Benjamin, Daisy, William and others appeared, and Sean was suspended in the air thirty meters away from them. His figure was completely invisible, and he took off his optics to search for the enemy's traces.

The high-level hunter promoted from ranger has tracked down the enemy.

But for some reason, Xiao En's spirituality was flickering and he felt a little uneasy.

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(End of this chapter)