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Chapter 34 Inference

Chapter 121 Inference

call!

call!

call...

The deep darkness slowly flowed through the purple "pipe", along a wound that opened between the scarlet muscles, leaving a dripping mark on the cement floor.

The blood was darker than the surrounding shadows, muddy and hotter than the asphalt made in the factory. As if it were alive, it regained its agility the moment it was freed from the restraints of the "container", extending branch-like tentacles and ignorantly trying to touch the surroundings. of everything.

The sarcoma above the neck is bloated, and two similar yet different facial features are competing to tear apart the original face in the center of the head, as if they will betray each other at the next moment.

Lanervus gasped in pain, pressing both ends of his head with both hands, trying to resist the changes in his body caused by the murmur.

His chest was scarlet, and his muscles were ligated and twisted into an abstract hanging figure occupying the center.

The moment he betrayed the true Creator, Lanruth heard the cry from the depths of his soul.

At that time, he had escaped from Tingen and was lying on a pile of coal in a freight car, breathing in the smell of soot from beneath him, feeling smug that he had just defrauded a god.

The followers of the Aurora Society and the True Creator are not fools. They easily believe that others rely on faith itself.

As the whispers of depravity gradually subsided, the almost slimy shadow returned to emptiness.

"People from the Aurora Society have discovered me."

The true Creator left a mark on him and relatively improved all aspects of him. This is a curse and a gift.

Lanerwus struggled to get up from the ground, his chest was still bloody.

"There are still two months until the next gathering of the Hermits of Destiny. I can't wait until then..."

In the room where there was only one person, Lanruth stared at the head of his own shadow on the ground and muttered to himself.

He picked up the backpack on the ground, took out a new bandage, and carefully bandaged the newly reopened wound.

The cotton gauze was wrapped around the exposed bright red muscles, and the pale surface was covered with deep, almost black spots, layer by layer. The cotton gauze was instantly wet with blood, and with Lanerwus' movements, it was quickly wrapped with new ones. of one layer.

"...You mean that ruin?" Lanerwus looked at the shadow at his feet and froze. He continued to mutter to himself, "The 'Hermits of Destiny' are just a group of rats who scared themselves out of their wits."

"The mausoleum in Baiya Town is just an unimportant relic of the Amon family."

"The believers of the True Creator have preserved many records of the past. When working with them, I read part of the content. Backlund was the capital of the Trunsoest Empire in the Fourth Age, and the Amon family has In the end, the relationship with the 'Night Emperor' was quite bad. They had been loyal to Solomon and Tudor, but they did not have close cooperation with Trunsoest."

"What? You mean the Tudor Trunsoest United Empire?"

After finishing the bandaging, Lanerwus leaned against the wall and fell into deep thought facing the shadow.

Indeed, he seems to have been ignoring what role Backlund played during the United Empire.

As the first god to officially appear in the "War of the Four Emperors", how did Trunsoest secretly become a god without telling Tudor who shared power with him?

Backlund was an important node for Trunsoest to become a god. Did the Grand Dukes really not take advantage of the chaos and do something?

"Probably not, there will be no changes." Lanerwus, who was talking to the shadow, shook his head. He was trying to convince the "other party" and himself.

"The 'Hermits of Destiny' have discovered larger tombs of Amun with richer contents in both Trier and St. Milon."

"Besides, my main target is not the burial objects in the mausoleum. It is just a lure, a bait that I deliberately dispersed."

Lanerwus's expression suddenly turned ferocious.

Like a frightened beast, he pounced on his shadow on the ground, holding the shadow's head with both hands, as if there was really someone there questioning his plan.

"Divinity can only be broken by divinity!"

"The true creator doesn't have much divinity left in me. I don't need to prepare another ritual directed to a certain god. As long as I can catch the demigods of the Church of the Night, even a deacon who knows the sacred objects."

"Let the people of the Dark Night and the Aurora Society fight like dogs!"

"I only have Sequence Eight. It would be easy for them to kill me."

"All I want is death!"

"Yes, as long as I die once..."

Lanerwus couldn't control the madness in his eyes, stopped looking at the shadow, and fell to the floor.

"As long as I die once...die once, I will be free."

…

Inside a rental house in Backlund Bridge District.

Sitting on the high stool specially purchased by Klein, Sharon quietly listened to the story that happened in Tingen a month ago.

She held her cheek with one hand and blinked her blue eyes calmly a few times, not knowing whether to express sympathy or regret.

"You overlooked something."

Ignore, what did I ignore? When his eyes met with Sharon's, Klein stopped thinking about speaking and waited for the next step.

"Usually, 'Listeners' are the Sequence Eights who are promoted the fastest on average."

"They can usually complete digestion and performance within two years," Sharon said as concisely as possible, "especially believers in the Creator."

Promoted within two years... Klein, who was slumped in the chair and showing his dejection, suddenly became serious and raised his upper body.

According to his own experience, it took two years to digest the Sequence Eight potion which was not considered fast, or even a bit too slow.

But if the scope of this standard is broadened, even if it does not include wild Beyonders who have difficulty finding follow-up formulas and materials, and is limited to churches and secret organizations, it will definitely be unimaginably fast.

It is said that it took more than ten years for the captain to go from "Sleepless Man" to "Nightmare", and it took Ms. Dai Li six years to be called a "genius" in the church... Is digestion and promotion so fast in the Southern Continent?

It seems that it only took five or six years for Jerry Zaratul to be promoted to "Faceless Man"... Klein asked rather puzzledly:

"Why do you say it's normal? What happens if you don't get promoted?"

His intuition told him that there must be other reasons behind such a fast average promotion speed.

Sharon glanced at the living glove on Klein's left palm.

"out of control."

out of control? Why? Because of the ravings of the true Creator?

After staying with the members of the Aurora Society for a long time, he gradually felt the specific manifestations of the true Creator's influence on extraordinary people of the same path.

Just like the believers of the Storm are known for their irritability and recklessness, the believers of the Sun talk about "praising the sun" every day... In the Orthodox Church of the Northern Continent, you can also find a lot of influence from the top of the sequence.

The manifestation of the true Creator in the "Secret Prayer" path is the ravings that condense negative emotions such as pain, anger, regret, etc.

His followers claimed that this was a test sent by the Creator and a means to screen out heretics, but the "mystery" told Klein the truth.

This is actually the pain from death itself that cannot be escaped even if the true Creator is reborn successfully after he was betrayed by His angels and had his power taken away by the gods of the Northern Continent.

Like a dam in disrepair, water seeping through the cracks is not what it was meant to do.

Klein couldn't figure out what Sharon wanted to express, so he scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

"Can you be more detailed?"

Whether it was an illusion or not, Klein always felt that when he asked Sharon to say it again, the "Wraith Spirit" lady's eyes flashed with an abnormal glaze.

Sharon, who had never encountered such a situation before, organized the language and tried to add some unnecessary rhetoric into the language without violating the "temperance" commandment.

"His... role as 'listener' is relatively simple and more dangerous."

"Similar to the 'spyers' who need to digest the magic potion through 'seeing', the 'listeners' need to listen to the hidden voices."

"Since the 'listeners' are basically believers of the True Creator, the objects they listen to are usually the ravings of the True Creator."

Sensing that Klein's eyes were half confused and half confused, Sharon blinked again and continued to explain with some difficulty:

"The ravings of the True Creator are recognized as 'poisonous' in the Northern Continent."

"Laervus is tainted by the divinity of the true Creator."

"I will definitely acquire some of the characteristics of the 'Secret Prayer', and I will hear clearer gibbering."

"You mean, it's possible that he was driven crazy by the ravings of the True Creator before I found him?"

Klein clapped his hands and frowned.

Killing Lanruth is the result of revenge, but the result alone often does not constitute revenge.

After killing the enemy, there is only a moment of ecstasy and emptiness... Klein is not afraid of emptiness. He just wants to use a moment of ecstasy to honor Old Neil, Megoos and the "guard behind the Chanis Gate" who is not familiar with him. "The dead souls far away in heaven.

"Losing control does not necessarily lead to death." Fortunately, Sharon reminded him that there is another possibility. "The biggest enemy of the 'Listeners' is schizophrenia."

This is the conclusion she drew based on multiple real-life samples.

"In other words, Lanerwus is likely to have mental problems because he heard clearer murmurs for a long time?" Klein finally understood what Sharon said.

It is not impossible. It is also tainted with the divinity of the true creator. Even if the real container is Megoos, the divinity remaining in Lanruth's body can only be regarded as scraps, and the difference in personality is enough to play out over time. due role.

Divinity will make Laervus powerful, but it will also wear down his spirit.

Just like Mr. A's evaluation of the "Rose School of thought", an enemy who has lost his mind is just a trapped beast with his claws removed.

When Sharon nodded slightly, confirming his suspicion, Klein couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

With the help of the Aurora Society, intervening in Lanerwus' conspiracy is not a problem.

What's more, Lanerwus's original intention was to attract the Aurora Society and the Church of the Night.

The only question now remains...

How should I avoid a direct conflict with the church... Klein said:

"I will deal with Lanerwus first."

"This is a personal vendetta of mine and I want to act alone."

"I won't interfere." Sharon cherished her words like gold, as if she didn't want to say another word.

After saying that, her figure quickly faded and disappeared on the high stool.

Miss Hunter's spirit transformation seems to be much faster than usual...

To answer my question, she said too many words today, which seems to have violated the "moderate" acting code... Is she angry?

Klein shook his head in confusion and didn't pay much attention. He took out a pen and paper, put this doubt behind his mind, and turned to study the actions against Lanerwus in the near future.

…

The golden retriever opened the study door with gentle steps and broke into the conversation between Earl Hall and his children.

"Susie!"

Scanned by those big, humanized, watery eyes, Audrey glanced guiltily at the chain glasses hanging on the neck of Susie, the golden retriever. She stretched out her hand before her brother Hibbert spoke, and staged a scene of canine love. Take books by mouth.

She carefully wiped the psychology book in Susie's mouth with a handkerchief, and hid the layer with the title in her arms.

Earl Hall, who had witnessed the whole process, chuckled and waved to Susie, who was squatting on the ground with a blank look on her face. Enjoying the soft feel of the foxhound's hair, he looked at his eldest son and continued the topic:

"Our relatives in Intis specifically emphasized the importance of this traveling exhibition in their letters."

"In the past, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery was rarely willing to display the manuscripts left by Emperor Russell, let alone actively share their research."

"If what is said in the letter is correct, in addition to the normal exhibition this time, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery will also cooperate with the Kingdom Research Institute to discuss some academic issues..."

"Academic issues?" Hibbert frowned slightly. He waited for a moment after his father finished speaking before expressing his opinion. "In recent years, there have been many believers in the God of Steam and Machinery in the Council of Intis. Are there fewer seats?"

"The kingdom has just publicly displayed its ironclads and adapted its old fleet, and for the first time, they are bringing out previously hidden secrets for academic discussion?"

Hibbert shook his head heavily, obviously not believing his father's words.

After Earl Hall listened quietly to his eldest son's words, he gently brushed his palm from the back of Susie's neck and sighed silently.

He kept his chatty tone, unwilling to destroy this rare tenderness.

"Hibbert, for us, the exhibition is the focus."

"The venue for the exhibition has been decided. Do you remember that I donate a sum of money to the Kingdom Museum every year?"

"They contacted me in advance this time and asked me if I could attend the opening ceremony of the exhibition and invited our family to participate in the tour after the normal closing."

Speaking of this, Earl Hall looked at his eldest son and daughter in the study respectively, and showed a warm smile.

"Your mother and I may not be able to spare time. Hibbert, you can attend the opening ceremony in my place."

"Audrey, I remember that you were not very fond of occultism before, but now you are interested in the artistic style of the Russell period?"

He looked at his beautiful and bright daughter, his eyes full of doting.

"If you are willing, I can help you discuss with the people from the Church of Steam and arrange a tour that only belongs to you and your friends."

"Really?" Audrey hugged the psychology book in her arms tighter, her beautiful green eyes curved into crescents because of her smile, "Thank you, Dad!"

…

Audrey has already left with Susie.

Earl Hall closed the study door with his own hands, and only the father and son were left in the room.

He looked at his eldest son and sighed with complexity.

"Hibbert, you are right. Duke Negan and the Prime Minister also believe that the Steam Church and Intis have other purposes."

"So in addition to attending the opening ceremony, you also need to build a good relationship with the person in charge of the exhibition."

"You can negotiate with them in my name for investment in a new generation of steam engines, and you can apply for investment in subsequent research."

"In short, you need to get all the information that is beneficial to us without prying into their secrets."

"UU reading www.uukanshu.net is no problem, dad." Hibbert nodded leisurely, looking relaxed. "I understand what you mean."

Understand... A wry smile appeared on Earl Hall's slightly pursed lips, and then quickly disappeared, becoming a foil to the stern look in his eyes.

He suddenly held the palm of his eldest son's hand and emphasized with great seriousness:

"I heard from Audrey that you haven't written to Alfred for a long time?"

I...Hibbert's face was full of astonishment. He couldn't guess what his father was doing when he suddenly mentioned this.

"You can't alienate your brother!"

Earl Hall watched his eldest son's reaction, breathed a sigh of relief, and averted his eyes.

"The Southern Continent is not just the plantations and docile indigenous servants in your impression. You should learn from your brother and look at the problem deeper."

There was no one else in the study, and Earl Hall also briefly took off his usual thick disguise, looking like an ordinary middle-aged man, full of fatigue.

He didn't know how to tell his eldest son the bad news he had heard in the government in recent days. Should he tell his eldest son that the Southern Continent has not been peaceful recently, so I plan to call your brother back and take it away from you. Should part of the industry be exercised?

With so many thoughts on his mind, Earl Hall didn't know how to express them, and in the end he only choked out one sentence that left Hibbert scratching his head.

"Don't talk about utilitarianism in front of Audrey in the future. You are the elder brother."

In the original work, the listener will die if he is not promoted within a year. Here, the real status has improved and the listener's treatment has also improved (although not much).

It should be updated normally starting tomorrow, hey~

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Chapter 35 Your Excellency the Beloved One

Chapter 122 Your Excellency the Beloved One

"Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Miss Magician that I have a commission..."

The locked door lock made a soft sound. Forsi Wall turned the handle and toyed with the brown curly hair hanging from his shoulders, thinking deeply.

"What happened?" Forsi's nominal editor asked with concern, "Did you receive an urgent mission?"

Forsi glanced at the elegant middle-aged man with a handout behind his desk, and sighed quietly:

"That's right, at least I can't refuse."

According to Mr. World, the commission he asked Mr. Fool to convey to me may not only be his wish, but may also be the intention of the higher-ups of the church.

"The world" and "The Fool" are closely related, and rounding them off is the oracle issued by the God's Favorite with the Lord's acquiescence.

How could I refuse... With a depressed look on his face, Forsi prepared the props needed for disguise, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a not-so-tall figure suddenly appear behind him.

Gilbert, her immediate editor, looked at the windbreaker and sunglasses that Forsi took out from the secret compartment, and touched his chin with interest.

"The disguise mission won't be a long-term mission, right?"

It is an old tradition of the intelligence department to dispatch tasks through couriers. Even a newly promoted Sequence Nine, as long as they are in the right place and are lucky enough, they may be selected to be task executors and receive express messages from the spirit world.

Forsi, who was trying to hide his brown curly hair in a light gray bonnet, suddenly felt depressed, and cautiously tried with hope:

"It is indeed a disguised mission..."

"Forget it."

After working together for many years, Gilbert could not say that he had a thorough understanding of his best-selling novelist, whose laziness was proportional to his talent, and he could barely tolerate it.

"You are only Sequence Eight, and you are considered a well-known figure who has achieved a certain social status in Loen. It is impossible for the department to choose you to perform a long-term disguise mission."

Gilbert glanced at the mocking Forsi and said without mercy:

"I can't possibly approve it for you. The deadline remains the same. When should the manuscript be submitted?"

Upon hearing this, Forsi's slightly humble and flattering smile suddenly collapsed, and his eyes lost their light.

…

Backlund, in the stronghold of the Aurora Society.

Under the admiring gaze of everyone behind him, Mr. K opened the door of Mr. A's room during prayer time.

He took almost silent steps and gently closed the door, blocking out the curious eyes from the outside world.

"Thank God."

Behind the dark hanging cross hangs a curtain made of black gauze and velvet, and you can vaguely see countless eyes carved on the wall behind the curtain.

"The people from the Church of the Night have begun to take action. The team is led by Anthony Stevenson and Crested Sesima. In addition to a standard 'Red Glove' team following their actions, they may also have deployed an additional one. A first-class sealed artifact with unknown purpose."

"Did they get additional information?"

Mr. A closed his eyes tightly and lifted his upper body from the cushion where he was previously prostrate, still maintaining a kneeling position.

Kneeling down on another cushion in front of the statue, Mr. K, whose eyes were also closed, showed a wry smile.

"I have no idea."

"I was responsible for tracking down Lanerwus two days ago. The people involved in the operation were all team members I seconded from the Red Angel of War. They prayed three times a day, and all maintained a spiritual link with the Red Angel. , there is no possibility of leaking information."

Although he has lost his uniqueness, the "Red Angel" Medici still retains the unique direction of the "Red Priest". Now that there is no other living "Conqueror" in the world, he almost monopolizes the unique mind of the entire "Hunter" On the Internet, no one can deceive his thinking as long as he is a member of "War Red".

"Backlund was the past capital of the empire. No one knows the secrets of this city better than us, not even Augustus."

"The mausoleum secretly built by the 'Angel of Time' is an unrecorded relic. Anthony Stevenson may have access to the Quaternary information behind the Chanis Gate, but I don't think the Church of the Night will know that better than us. A mausoleum."

"Two are nothing more than two possibilities."

"First, Lanerwus believes that he has no confidence that he can contain us and complete his purpose of using the divine sealed objects or traps in the mausoleum to expel the Lord's breath left on him."

"Second, this may be very small. The 'Nightmare' of the Church of the Night extracted the memories of survivors. After consulting the information, Anthony Stevenson raised the rating of the mausoleum to level one, which is a more dangerous category. That's why…"

"Your Majesty the Blessed One did it."

His slender white fingers crossed his chest. Mr. A opened his blood-red eyes that had been closed for a long time and looked at his colleagues around him with some sympathy.

K, who took the initiative to share various speculations with Mr. A, opened his mouth in disbelief and took several seconds to react.

"Your Excellency, the Beloved One?"

"You mean the one who was the only survivor of the Tingen Divine Descendance Ceremony, the one with the mark of..."

Mr. K hesitantly drew a few messy lines on his chest, using his movements to refer to the name he could not say.

"Your Excellency, the Blessed One, has his own ideas," Mr. A said calmly, "He submitted an application to the 'Lamp Angel' and temporarily changed the action plan this time."

Temporary change of action plan... Mr. K's face was solemn, and it was only the self-control accumulated over the years that prevented him from bursting out.

"A, I don't know what the head of Zaratul's family is thinking. As the messenger of the Lord, are you so stupid?"

"K, you should maintain the respect you deserve for the head of the Zaratul family." Mr. A frowned slightly, quite dissatisfied with his colleague's words that offended the angel.

"Fuck that shit angel, I am His Highness Medici's man, when do we, the Red of War, need to see His face?"

Mr. K lowered his voice with the last of his wits, gritted his teeth, and grabbed the "shepherd" by the collar.

"Do you know how much time we have wasted and how much useless effort we have done to hang up Lanerwus?"

"Catch a traitor with the mark of the Lord Godhead. Normally, I can handle it by myself with a level 1 sealed object."

"Just because the above sentence says that people are left to the disposal of the beloved, we had to pretend to be fools, play along with the traitors, and were fooled for a month by following the traitors."

"We are soldiers, we are 'hunters', not monkeys in the circus!"

"Now our beloved one is sending information to the enemy, making our efforts in vain, and attracting an unplanned saint," K said with a ferocious smile, "Besides, he hasn't changed his faith yet, what the hell is he?" Are they the favored ones of the Lord or the favored ones of evil gods?"

Mr. A calmly faced the anger of his colleagues, without making any rebuttal or defending Klein. He silently shook his head.

"Lervus hasn't left Backlund yet, and the Church of the Night has received false information."

"What do you mean?" Mr. K let go of the "shepherd"'s hand.

"I do not deny some of the accusations you made against the Lord Beloved. He really did not want to conflict with the Church of the Night, so he took the initiative to reveal a false message and gave it to the Nighthawks to lure them to White Cliff Town first."

"The tomb of His Highness the 'Angel of Time' will contain Anthony Stevenson for a while. The period of his absence in Backlund is our opportunity to execute the traitor and regain the divinity of the Lord stolen by Lanerwus."

"Sounds good." K nodded after going over the new plan described by Mr. What to do in Baiya Town?"

Due to the son of a certain Creator, the "Stealer" path is as rare as some extraordinary creatures on the verge of extinction. If he misses the Amon family tomb in Baiya Town, K doesn't know if he will have the chance to meet another full-fledged creature in his life. The "Stealer" characteristic and the treasure trove of sealed objects.

Mr. A said while adjusting his collar:

"Lervus is not important. They will not give up destroying a mausoleum that buries real history and may be dangerous at any time."

"His Royal Highness the 'Angel of Time' is keen on playing pranks. Except for the confirmed danger of the front door, none of us can determine the true face of the so-called mausoleum. You and I both know the truth about the Amon family."

"If we go according to the original plan and have a direct conflict with the saints of the Church of the Night near the tomb of the 'Angel of Time', maybe we will follow Lanerwus' wish."

"Compared to abandoning a mausoleum with too many uncertainties and unknowns, solving Lanerwus is the safest option."

"This is also what His Highness Zaratul means."

"Oh, it's true that you are your Excellency, you are more flexible than us." Mr. K smiled sarcastically, turned around and walked towards the door.

In the first version of the plan he designated, conflicts with the senior deacon of the Church of the Night were inevitable. It could even be said that the core goal was to eliminate the senior deacon of an evil god and seize the treasure hidden in the Amon family tomb. Lanerwus was just a Comes with freebies.

This is a conspiracy that combines fiction and reality. The trap Lanluwus painstakingly planned has become part of his hunt for both the night and the traitors.

Of course, his plan is risky, just like when Anthony Stevenson suddenly came off the field to lead the team himself.

If you want to keep the treasure behind the mausoleum, you must have a conflict with the Church of the Night and be prepared for casualties. Unlike the changed plan of the Beloved, you only have to deal with Lanerwus alone, without any suspense.

As a "conspirator", it's not that he can't think of better plans, but he has never thought of avoiding the Church of Night.

"Wait a minute." Mr. A suddenly stopped K, who had just put his hand on the doorknob.

Mr. K turned around and cast a doubtful look, only to see the "shepherd" looking at him seriously and saying solemnly:

"You don't need to cooperate with the actions of the Beloved. Your mission is over."

"Then what?" Mr. K nodded slightly. He didn't want to get involved with a favored person he had never met before.

"I suggest writing a reflection."

"You were disrespectful to the 'Angel with the Lantern', disrespectful to your superiors, and disrespectful in front of the statue. I will report it to the Holy City truthfully."

Mr. K was stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the "shepherd", the corners of his eyes twitching uncontrollably.

The corners of his mouth opened several times and closed again, he hesitated to speak, and finally only managed to force out one word.

"roll!"

With a bang, Mr. K slammed the door and walked out.

In the prayer room, Mr. A paused for a moment in the direction where his colleagues left. He pulled out a notepad from the flesh and blood, and just as he said, he wrote a report to be submitted to the Holy City.

…

Backlund Railway Station.

Holding a suitcase that was slightly longer than an adult man's forearm, Klein stood at the edge of the platform and watched from a distance as men in black wearing red gloves boarded the temporarily reserved carriage for the church.

His eyes closely followed the vigorous and resolute man at the end of the team who had not yet boarded the bus, and he unconsciously clenched his hands.

Crestel Sesima, the "Sword of the Goddess", the senior deacon of the Church of the Night, one of the three giants of the "Red Gloves", a strong man comparable to a demigod.

Did I ask Miss Magician to send too detailed a message to the church... Klein regretted mentioning the name "Amon" for a moment.

After hearing Tingen's story, Sharon Hunter understandingly left her revenge to Klein alone, and did not follow the action, but stayed in the apartment where Klein rented.

On the train station platform, two "red gloves" followed an old man with a clean face and no beard, wearing a black robe with a red moon logo on the bottom, and carefully carried a black rectangular box into the carriage.

"Sword of the Goddess" Sesima was still negotiating with the people at the station. The old man who was dressed differently from other members of the Church of the Night was standing behind him, with deep, dark eyes, examining the flow of people in the station.

Archbishop of Backlund Diocese, St. Anthony... Klein felt unspeakable fear the moment the old man stepped into his sight. His whole body was trembling spiritually, and he lowered his head uncontrollably.

Like the slowly falling night, the Archbishop awakened the unknown existence sleeping deep in the darkness, and locked all the extraordinary people in the station in an instant.

Fortunately, the Archbishop seemed not to want to take action against the wild Extraordinary, and those sights quickly disappeared.

Holding up the certificates issued by the police and the church, the "Sword of the Goddess" finally convinced the station management to suspend the train from Backlund to White Cliff Town.

He exchanged a few words with Saint Anthony in a low voice and boarded the special train one after the other.

hiss!

There was a sudden pain in the palm of Klein's right hand. As the "Fear Bishop" left, the signal transmitted by Mr. A finally appeared.

"The traitors are about to take their place."

He looked at the sentence written in blood red on the palm of his hand, turned his feet, and walked towards the exit of the station, constantly accelerating his pace.

Tonight, there will be a small gathering of wild Beyonders in the factory area. That gathering has been held three times in a week, and their convener is Lanerwus.

The wild Extraordinaries deceived by the "Scammer" will be the last batch of "companions" to "share" the treasures of the ancient mausoleum in White Cliff Town in Lanervus' plan, and they are the bait he uses to lure out the Church of the Night and the Aurora Society. .

Klein took out a mask from the suitcase and fastened it on his face.

It was an empty mirror.

I'm stuck. Today's double update is no accident, but something unexpected happened.

This section of Lanrewus is not easy to write. I admit, it is my problem. I failed to deliver what I promised everyone.

But within this week, I will definitely make up what I owe.

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Chapter 36 Emptiness

Chapter 123 Empty

"Statford River."

Outside the warehouse of a garment factory in the Backlund Factory District, Klein looked away from the shadows in the corner. He bent his fingers and knocked on the door with three light and three heavy pressures and three long and two short intervals.

Ten seconds later, a gap opened in the small door on the side of the warehouse. The man wearing an iron mask looked at Klein for a few times before getting out of the way.

"Your mask is too conspicuous, please change it."

The iron mask stared at the visitor's face, which had no patterns or protrusions, and was a simple mask composed purely of a mirror, and said in a displeased tone.

Klein chuckled.

"Understand, my path tends to lead me to see some bad things."

"Aren't we going to explore an ancient ruins from the Quaternary Period?"

"There must be weird and wraiths there that are not easily discovered by us. I don't want to get hurt before opening the door to the ruins."

Staring at the reflection in the mirror, the man smacked his lips angrily, put back another clown mask with rough patterns that he took out from under his robe, and pointed his finger in the direction of the only firelight in the warehouse.

"Whatever you want, don't fall to death before you get anywhere."

Klein didn't panic at all and calmly passed him and entered the house.

While walking through the winding corridor where goods were piled up, Klein was struck by inspiration. His legs that were striding forward almost collapsed for a moment. A kind of instinctive fear and trembling briefly enveloped him, and then quickly left.

The Breath of the True Creator!

No wonder Mr. A said that they could easily locate Lanerwus' position, but he still didn't take action... Klein bit the tip of his tongue hard and used the pain to dispel the weak feeling of suffocation.

This is the difference in personality. Just being close makes me unable to resist.

Fortunately, I prepared a mask without "eyes" in advance... Klein pretended not to notice anything, entered the "meeting room" separated by wooden boxes in front, observed the environment, and found a seat far away from the main seat. box under the seat.

He did not dare to activate the "Spirit Thread" perspective that came with the "Yellow and Black Eyes".

The powerful spiritual intuition of the "divineer" told him that whether he looked directly at Lanervus or touched his spiritual body thread, he would cause huge harm to himself, just like what Tingen did when he faced Megoos. .

The malicious perception of "Poison Wine" has reached its limit. To be on the safe side, Klein gave up the "Creep Hunger", which has the same origin as the power of the breath of the true Creator. It is very likely to become a flaw in the operation, so the "Poison Wine" brooch was used. It is Klein's main force tonight that makes up for the "Faceless Man"'s lack of frontal combat.

On the wooden boxes formed in a circle, the seven members remained silent in tacit agreement.

About ten minutes later, when all the party members were almost there, two more members whose gender and age could not be seen took their seats. Lanerwus, who was wrapped in bandages and thickly disguised with a robe and mask, stepped forward without any traces. With moving steps, he stepped inside and walked towards the main seat.

During this process, he unabashedly released the divine aura belonging to the true Creator. The gap in status was like an invisible hand, falling on the back of every member including Klein, forcing them to bow down to the sponsor. head.

After turning around and sitting down slowly, Lanerwus looked around and found nothing unusual, and said in a low voice:

"I'm very happy to see you all come and show me the trust you have in me."

"Of course, I will use my actions to prove that I will not betray your trust."

There was a strong smell of blood, and the "shepherd's" unique naked desire for spiritual flesh. Lanervus really had a mental problem... Klein was not in a hurry to take action.

Under normal circumstances, Lanervus's disguise would never have such obvious flaws. Every flaw he shows now shows that his spirit is on the verge of being completely corroded by the true Creator's divinity. In contrast, within his body The power brought by divinity is also the most powerful and unstable.

Klein did not have the ability to eliminate the remnants of divinity in Lanervus' body. He could only wait for the opportunity and wait for another main force to create a good opportunity for him to take revenge tonight.

Time passed by, and Lanerwus, who was in the main seat, finished introducing the information about the mausoleum and began the general mobilization before the action.

He took out several tickets from the wallet he carried with him.

"There are quite a few of us, and if we act together, we may be noticed by the authorities, so I have prepared two routes for you in advance, and we will go to Baiya Town separately."

"Here are five tickets from Backlund Station to White Cliff Town. The train will leave at eleven o'clock tonight and there are still two hours left."

"The remaining people will go by carriage and can set off now. If nothing else happens, the train and carriage will arrive at Baiya Town almost at the same time."

Pushing the ticket onto the wooden box in the middle that served as a table, Lanerwus glanced around and waited quietly for more than ten seconds. No one reached out to pick up the ticket on the wooden box.

There was a muffled smile from the iron mask under his hood, and he spread his hands.

"What's wrong, we can't waste too much time."

The party members looked at each other, and finally a woman with a shrill voice answered on their behalf:

"How do you get to Baiya Town?"

"I?"

The corners of Lanervus' lips habitually raised with a hint of madness. He made a face that no one could see, hiding his impatience and said:

"Are you afraid that I will lie to you?"

"Afraid I'll run away?"

He stood up from his seat, and the shadows under his feet formed a continuous shadow, setting off his not-so-tall body but giving people a sense of oppression that was hard to resist.

"I have given you the exact location of the ruins. Don't I just hope that I can gather more people and get the treasures in the ruins?" Lanerwus took a ticket from the table, "Everyone, I can't force you. Have complete trust in me, after all, including today, this is the second time we have met."

"I choose the train, and you can elect four people to monitor me. There is only one stop from Backlund to White Cliff Town. I can't get off the train early, and I have no ability to run elsewhere. I can only be with you. "

"As for the carriage driver, unless I have a powerful mid-level companion, won't the other five of you be able to deal with a carriage driver?"

Lanrewus emphasized again:

"The coachman is just an ordinary person. The destination he and I have agreed upon is the station in Baiya Town, and we will meet there."

"Still have any questions?"

The "swindler" spoke 90% truth, and his eyes swept over the faces of the party members one by one. Under the iron black mask, the blood was biting and cold, and the madness almost overflowed, forcing each member to tremble and lower his head. .

"there is none left."

Klein, who was wearing a mirror mask, briefly turned on his spiritual vision, stood up from his seat, and was the first to walk towards the wooden box.

He picked up a ticket, raised it and waved his hand under Lan Erwusi's gaze.

"They were naked, without food or clothing, and without shelter from the cold."

"They were soaked by the heavy rain, and because they had no shelter, they clung to the rock..."

"The Lord did not give up on them and gave them His care."

A melodious and slightly hoarse chant came from the shadows on the roof. The echoes were superimposed and the sound reached my ears. The darkness swept over everyone in the warehouse except Lanervus and Klein.

The extraordinary people who had just fallen into fear and couldn't control themselves fell one after another. Under Lan Ervus's surprised gaze, Klein threw a handful of silver talismans and whispered:

"Dark night."

Wow!

The glass on both sides of the warehouse broke at the same time, and all the fires lit by candles were extinguished. The shadows hanging upside down at the top turned into reality, and a thick mass of blackness fell freely to the ground, creating a layer of ripples. The blood surging in the depths quickly solidified. In human form, Mr. A twists his wrist, distorting his surroundings.

In the darkness, the illusive scales under the corners of Mr. A's eyes shone with silvery light. Against the divinity in Lanervus' body, a layer of armor weighing a thousand kilograms suddenly condensed on his body. His height exceeded two meters, dragging A broad sword was drawn out of the air and slashed at Lanerwus.

Seizing this opportunity, Klein quickly snapped his fingers and jumped into the flames rising from the pockets of his cloak. He used local materials and used the clothes of the wild Beyonders who were dragged into the dreamland as coordinates to jump out of the flames again and again. Disappeared, pulling all the innocent people out of the warehouse in just ten seconds.

Is that an angel's blessing?

No wonder Mr. A said he could fight against Lanerwus without being affected... Throwing the last person to a corner far away from the battlefield, Klein snapped his fingers again and cautiously jumped back to the corner of the warehouse.

In the thick darkness, a roar containing pain and fear broke out instantly.

The shadow that acquired the entity transformed into dozens of slender blades in the air, tearing ferocious traces on the flat ground. In the blink of an eye, the giant in black armor and the flesh-and-blood monster had experienced several confrontations.

The shattered broadsword set off a storm, and the dawn temporarily dispersed the shadows and flesh and blood controlled by Lanervus. The illusory and simple pages in front of Mr. A were turning layer by layer, and the ethereal voice from the distance sang rapidly.

The moment he returned to the battlefield, Klein blocked his vision again, but even so, when the page in Mr. A's palm was confirmed, an unreal picture was still faithfully reflected in his mind.

The scaleless giant snake passed through the spirit world, its bright red eyes swept across the three mortals present, and poured into Mr. A's body with its wide mouth open.

The dull scales at the corners of his eyes regained their brilliance. Mr. A, who was suppressed by divinity and had Juanjuan's blood flowing through his seven orifices, returned to his best condition as the broad sword solidified again.

The giant snakes connected end to end were circling in his eyes, with anger and piety at the same time, and he looked at the two targets in front of him.

A flesh-and-blood cross with a vague human shape hangs down from the curtain, and the shadowy figure belongs to Lanerwus' distorted face and the countless sights hidden behind the curtain blink at the same time, sending different signals.

"Back off!"

"go ahead!"

"Your will is my will."

"Shepherd" was like an overloaded precision instrument. Mr. A's eyes narrowed, and light pierced through the gaps.

The light of heaven comes silently!

The pure and strong sunlight was compressed to the extreme, like a spear dropped by the sun god. The dazzling golden red was impossible to look directly at. The entire warehouse was illuminated in an instant. Wherever the peripheral vision could be seen, the fallen flesh and flesh and crawling shadow tentacles steamed and vaporized, revealing A broken ravine.

Lanervus screamed miserably. In the divinity competition between the "Priest of Light" and "The Hanged Man", his spirit and body collapsed and reborn rapidly, constantly feeling the severe pain of his soul being torn apart.

Mr. A stared indifferently at the blasphemer struggling and roaring under the holy light. The giant snake in his eyes continued to rotate. The moment the dazzling gold like the sun faded, the blue emitted by the stars bloomed at the same time.

The pages of the illusory book were spread out, and his slender white fingers traced the yellowed ancient words. The shadows boiled under his feet, seizing the moment when Lanervus was unable to care about him, and in one fell swoop he took back the ownership of all the shadows here.

"I come, I see, I record."

The voice of "Shepherd" became ethereal, and the words he brushed with his fingers suddenly came to life, enveloping the shadows condensed at his feet, setting off illusory waves, and drowning Mr. A's thin figure.

Wow!

Between reality and fiction, the sound of the waves was faint but reached the hearts of every creature present. The knight, covered in black and with cold armor, slowly stood up. The deep-colored waves slid down from his back and neck like a cloak. A curtain.

The dark knight, whose eyes flashed silver and blood red, raised the straight and dark broadsword in his hand, took a step forward, and slashed a half-arc with an unstoppable attitude.

"No!"

The scream that pierced his soul was split apart by the waves along with Lanrevus' body.

A glimmer of light split between his eyes, and the shadow under his feet crawled out of the bumpy ground in a strange way, gained entity, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The shadow was gradually filled with real flesh and blood, exuding the smell of depravity. Bones, blood, and body fluids, which are body tissues that only real creatures have, were evenly divided into two halves, splitting along the gap in the middle of the body, but without any overflow, as if they had already followed. As the dark broad sword weathered and shattered, it was corroded and annihilated by the last burst of power before the divine destruction.

Mr. A watched as Lanervus lost the aura of the Lord that frightened him, and the armor on his body fell off, returning to normal human size.

But before he could say anything, the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, spurting out a pool of pitch-black blood. Wherever the blood was spilled, bursts of black gas emerged as if it had come into contact with a highly corrosive solution.

The broadsword was completely damaged, and Mr. A, who was supporting his body with the blade of the sword, also swayed and fell to the ground.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Thank you, thank you idiot!"

"I really want to thank you, really, look at my sincere eyes, I really want to thank you!"

The skinless flesh and blood on the chest of Lanervus, who was standing straight on the spot, and the flesh and blood that outlined the hanging figure, all disappeared at this time and returned to normal.

He moved very hard and smiled crazily.

"I was originally worried that according to my plan, when you and the Church of the Night met, there would be at least two threats with divine power on the scene, but you couldn't sit still!"

"You are really the believers of that crazy god who has lost his mind. If you wait and delay for a week or two, I will be completely contaminated by the divinity left in my body by your Lord and completely become The puppet becomes a useful vessel for divine descending, hahahahaha!"

"You, you actually helped me get rid of your master yourself!"

Lanerwus mocked Mr. A, who was paralyzed on the ground and unable to move, with unscrupulous ridicule. Facing those indifferent blood-colored eyes, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

He suddenly turned his neck, stared at Klein who was about to make a move, and warned sternly:

"You're from the 'Soothsayer' route, right?"

"I advise you not to move. Although I have lost the divinity left by your Lord, I have also stolen His power."

Lanervus tore off the blood-stained bandage wrapped around his body and showed off the wriggling flesh buds on his body.

"You are not a believer in the true Creator. Your belief is in the 'God of Mysteries', right?"

"Otherwise you would have attacked me just now."

In Lanervus' view, the believers of the True Creator are fanatics comparable to the Eternal Sun Church, and cannot tolerate any offense against the God they believe in. The "divineer" wearing a mirror mask has been able to endure it for so long. Indicated identity.

He thought for a moment, his bloodshot eyes filled with madness that he didn't realize he had, and he tried out aloud:

"Do you know Sequence Zero?"

"Sequence zero is the same as other sequence orders you are familiar with. Yes, it is the rank above the Archangel of the sequence, which refers to the gods."

Klein looked at his mortal enemy with complicated eyes, and suddenly felt ridiculous.

"The 'God of Mystery' you believe in, the Seven Gods of the Northern Continent, and the True Creator are all Sequence Zero Extraordinaries. Yes, they are also Extraordinaries!"

Lanerwus didn't notice the complicated expression behind the mirror mask, and said with familiarity:

"At the end of the Fourth Age, the 'God of Mystery' died for no reason. You were forced to submit to the True Creator and His followers and became vassals of the Aurora Society. I think you know better than me what the 'Shepherd' is capable of."

"Can you imagine? The 'Shepherd' is best at herding. The 'God of Mystery' controls the power of time and space and has the most powerful allies in the Fourth Age. Who can kill Him?"

Lanervus deliberately emphasized the shape of his mouth and said forcefully every word:

"Unless He suffered betrayal, the True Creator..."

"Lanervus!"

Beast-like roars resounded through the ruins of the warehouse. Mr. A's hoarse voice was filled with absolute anger. His blood-red eyes were like hot lava, biting Lanervus's figure fiercely. He wished he could eat the scum that had insulted the two masters alive on the spot.

The horrifying sound of bones being squeezed and flesh twisting came from Mr. A's body. Suffering from the backlash of divinity, his spirit body was severely injured and he twisted his limbs, trying to use the powerful life force of the "shepherd" to force his limp body to stand up.

With a sigh, the robe covered Mr. A's bleeding wound, and a hand with sharp bones pressed his shoulder.

Klein shook his head slightly, looked at Lanervus who was full of joy, and sighed again.

"You are right, I do not believe in the True Creator."

He did not refute the conjectures drawn from Lanervus's meager knowledge of mysticism and history, and slowly took off the mirror mask on his face that had always reflected the face of his enemy.

The black hair and brown eyes belonging to Klein Moretti, and the ordinary facial features with deep outlines were gradually exposed, and the bookishness was no longer there, leaving only the gloominess that was no different from the walking dead.

"It's you?"

Lanruth recognized Klein's identity almost immediately.

He twisted his waist, turned around and ran back without any hesitation.

During the short period of time when he pretended to be a believer in the True Creator, he also read reports about Klein Moretti.

Even if he got some benefits from the breath of the true creator, he was unable to fight against a Sequence Seven, especially a "magician" who was good at pulling and hard to hit with his real body.

boom!

Air bullets flew through the air, and Klein gave Lanrewus no chance to escape.

The orange-red flames ignited a wooden box erected at the end of the escape path of the "Scammer". The tall figure of the "Magician" walked out leisurely, stepping on the remaining warmth of the flames, and calmly uttered a syllable full of blasphemy.

"slow!"

A blue flame ignited inside the dark red gem, and the darkness eroded from a corner of the silvery-white crescent moon composed of intertwined thorns and roses. The "Poison Wine Brooch" pinned to Klein's left chest beat in sync with his heart, and the blasphemous words easily locked the target. .

"you..."

From the moment Lanrevus began to talk nonsense, Klein felt in advance the emptiness that was difficult to fill after the ecstasy of revenge.

Did he lose his life because of this kind of person?

Old Neil, the watchman behind Chanis Gate, died because of this guy?

It was he who ruined Megoose's life, causing the beautiful girl who could have had a normal child to have no peace after her death. Her spirit body dissipated on the spot, unable to return to the goddess's deep and dark heaven?

"Because of people like you, the captain became disabled, and Ms. Dai Li, Leonard, Frye, and Sika were all seriously injured..."

Klein turned his wrist, and his fingers were filled with playing cards inlaid with silver edges.

Every time he read a name, a blood streak appeared on Lanerwus's face.

Pure silver was as poisonous to the body corroded by the corrupted power. Klein couldn't feel any joy, so he decided to torture his enemies to please himself and fill the emptiness in his heart.

He could have used "blasphemy" to curse Lan Erwusi with death, but that would be too easy for him, wouldn't it?

As the last name was read, the "Faceless Man" finally walked up to Lanerwus.

He took out the remaining cards in one breath, put them against Lanervus's chest, and used force to squeeze out a circle of holes in the flesh and blood.

"UUkanshuwww.uukanshu.net, it turns out you are also..."

His whole body was controlled by a curse, with veins popping out and blood vessels swollen like small snakes. Lanerwus, whose original appearance was almost unrecognizable, tried his best to turn his eyes and looked at Klein with unwillingness.

"You are also a traitor, you are...betrayed, the Church of the Night..."

He didn't know whether he was mocking himself or trying to anger Klein. His mouth was filled with blood. As the corners of his mouth trembled, half of the blood overflowed and the other half flowed back into his trachea, causing him to laugh bitterly and then cough violently.

"I'm not."

It was obviously unnecessary, but Klein stubbornly refuted Lanervus's words. The hand that was thrust into the chest of "The Scammer" twisted hard, leaving all the cards inside.

Then, he quickly stepped back a few steps, stood in front of Mr. A, and snapped his fingers.

Snapped!

The abilities of "Poison Wine" and "Magician" were activated at the same time, the orange-red flames ignited the cards, and sulfur gas appeared out of thin air, adding another fire to this little starlight.

The muffled sound of the explosion was blocked by flesh and blood, and a gorgeous firework of flesh and blood erupted on the devastated ground. Lanerwus' head was thrown high by the shock caused by the explosion, spun in the air, and fell into the ground where he had previously cut it. out of a pothole.

The few surviving playing cards are charred and the lifelike characters can only be barely distinguished.

They drifted like petals, scattered all over the sky, and finally landed leisurely around the dead head.

A card with part of the silver edge still left fell last, covering Lan Erwusi's face.

That's "The Fool."

It's two in one, and it would feel weird if it was broken in the middle.

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