Chapter 23

Gloves as white as snow, red suit neatly pressed and lined, I take my hand to my top hat and tilt it slightly to the left with a smile as I walk forward.

My carefree way of walking would make someone think I was going to a party, and in a way I was.

Sirens can be heard in the background.

The streets of London are busy and noisy, so I opted for more remote parts with easy transitions.

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Warning: [Index] detected user {Sharp sexy feather} activating a teleport spell within 10 meters of the GM.

Permission granted?

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I wave my hand to the right quickly, symbolizing my permission.

A silver circle formed in front of me and from there a harpy dressed in ninja clothes knelt down, "8th lieutenant from 2nd division reporting to your majesty."

"Say it," I say succinctly.

The street I chose before was less crowded, but I also created an area compulsion to make the few humans move away from the place.

"More than 7 two-winged fallen angels were detected in the regions near the factory. We suspect there may be more of them and even heretic priests."

"At the same time that the police found clues about the killer?"

"Yes. Two deaths have just been reported in the western region and the mutilation patterns seem to match the previous victims. Things are hectic over there."

That was bad.

Was I wrong and the killer had nothing to do with Hikimage? Was this part of something bigger that I wasn't aware of?

Or was Hikimage involved in some scheme with them?

"You all keep following the killer's leads and I will take care of the fallen angels. I don't allow any of you to stand in my way, I want to deal with them alone."

She seems to hesitate, but soon decides to say before teleporting, "As you wish."

If I went alone, I was confident in dealing with them and if I had to --- I'd run away easily.

I am as slippery as soap and hardly anyone would stop me from withdrawing.

"Well, I hope they won't be mad at me if I come to the party without an invitation," I smiled under my mask of excitement for tonight.

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Inside the abandoned factory.

The place has a giant, metallic lobby. So big that at least 300 people can fit in the center. The ceiling height is double and you can see from the ground floor the edges of the second floor handrail made of metal walkways.

"Urghh. How boring," a priest wearing a black robe as he points his gun at the ceiling and fires.

The shot hits a beer can that had been tied to a person's head tied to the ceiling by chains.

"Mmmmm," shouted the frightened man above the ceiling.

"Stop doing that," complained a woman in a Stripper-like dress, "You'll end up killing him and we need him alive."

"Arghh. Don't blame me, okay? This is all the devils' fault. If they showed up fast I could be killing them instead of wasting my time."

Another priest chimed in and said, "We have to follow Cassiel-sama's orders. The plan must be maintained at all costs."

"I myself will take that revolver out of your hand and shoot you in the face if you don't stop this," said the previous woman angrily.

"Tsk. Bitch," muttered under his breath, the troublemaker priest to the other side.

The group of 20 more heretic priests and priests enter the entrance, carrying more unconscious people on their shoulders.

A teleportation circle lit up, soon followed by black feathers spreading through the air with the wing openings.

"Jeliel-sama," Bowed the woman in the stripper dress.

Of the 7 fallen angels, one of them is the most outstanding, as he has an extra pair of wings on his back.

Jeliel, a four-winged fallen angel, who before his fall was responsible for looking after the fate of mankind's kings and rulers.

"As graceful as ever, Eleyne," Jeliel said with a flirtatious smile and the woman responded to the action with a slight blush.

"Gracious? Not really," muttered the priest under his breath.

"I heard you. You bastard," she yelled in his direction.

"Useless humans," shot one of the fallen angels with disdain at the sight of their quarrels.

"I don't know why we need to work with them," - a second fallen angel.

"That's enough! We're starting the rituals." Jeliel said aloud.

"Er-- Sorry for my boldness, but I'm afraid it's another fault, Cassiel-sama," said one of the priests who had been silent until then.

In the center of the shed, they placed a black cross, which has symbols similar to electrical circuits that run over the entire structure.

And on the other side a magic circle on the floor of complex patterns.

"It doesn't matter if we fail. Our mission is just that," replied Jeliel as he nodded, and a group of priests tied one person to the black cross and the other to the magic circle.

"This is a complete failure," said another voice again.

"Tsk. I already told you it doesn't matter if we fail," said Jeliel impatiently with his back to them. "The next one who says this again I promise to be the last word in your life."

"A complete failure."

"WHO SAID THAT?" Jeliel yelled as he jerked back.

The priest who had asked the first question was trembling, his colleagues turned away from him and pointed their fingers at him.

But not only the priests pointed him out...

A masked figure in a red suit was also pointing his finger at the poor priest.

"I-I S-Swear it w-wasn't me, Jeliel-sama," stammered the priest.

Jeliel didn't care about his words and just looked in the stranger's direction, "W-Who are you?"

"Who?" I asked without understanding.

"You! And don't make me lose my temper say it quickly or else..."

"Who."

"You," he gritted his teeth in anger and a spear of light appeared in his right hand.

"Hey. Hey. I already told you I'm the Who. There's a big misunderstanding going on here," I explained as I waved my hands in front of my body hastily.

"Hmm?" He stops the attack while still holding the spear with a face of slight incomprehension. "Tsk. It doesn't matter what your name is. You must die for getting in where you shouldn't."

"Huh? Isn't this the annual meeting of the priests? As a devout priest it's my duty to be here."

"This isn't the annual priests' meeting," Eleyne said irritably, before pointing her finger at him and, "And you don't look like a priest."

"Mm? Sorry ma'am, the stripper club is eight blocks from here. It's a good place and I go there every Friday, feel free to go there."

A priest going to a strip club? What? I was a modern, unprejudiced priest, I swear.

With an angry face she casts a spell in my direction.

CRACK. CRACK.

I jump back, dodging just inches from being pierced by spears that grew out of the ground.

"Puppet Maker," she yelled angrily, activating her sacred gear.

A humanoid-shaped shadow appeared in front of her, before running full speed towards me.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The priests also started shooting in my direction

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Warning: [Index] has automatically activated all reflex and mind-enhancing spells of the user.

Recommended activation time before injuries occur: 27 seconds...26, 25...

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The world around me felt like it was in slow motion.

My already quick reflexes from my perverted training and my new biology were boosted to another level.

I didn't want to use illusion tricks for this fight, but improve my physical combat and other magic.

With illusion it would be too easy.

Two magic circles light up at my feet and I jump high towards a chain hanging from the ceiling. This current that I leveraged towards my first victims.

With a perfect death spin in the air, I landed soundlessly on the ground.

I fell in the middle of 5 priests, who turned to me, startled by my great agility.

'Razor'

My right hand glows blue and the flash of 5 cuts in the air were seen before they fell like sacks of flesh to the ground.

While this...

Six fallen angels flew towards the second floor walkways and prepared spears of light in their hands.

"Puppet Maker, back off," shouted the frightened woman as she saw that her sacred gear was also going to be targeted by the countless spears.

And so the puppet ran away.

But something makes her widen her eyes and think.

When did he...

On the back of the shadow/puppet was a paper tacked on that said 'Idiot'.

BOOMMM!!!

"Huh?" The fallen angels failed to make their spears as the noise of the explosion broke their concentrations.

By their back...

"Aaahhhhhh!!?" they shouted as they felt their bodies being held by the chains attached to the ceiling that I had touched before.

It wrapped around their bodies like snakes and their magic was being drained as they screamed and tried to break free.

This is the first mixed spell I managed to implement in [Index], although not complex and with only two spells, [Animate Object] and [Drain Magic]... It was an exciting advance.

'Cease' I said in my mind and...

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[Index] disabled passive mind effects.

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"This," Jeliel looks at it with a confused and angry expression.

"Oh? There's still you," I said when I saw that I still had Jeliel and 15 other priests.

"This is impossible," said one of the priests for even if he were a middle class devil they would not be so easily defeated.

The only explanation for that was...

That is no common enemy.

"And all this without tipping the hat," they heard my clear good mood.

"Get him!" shouted Jeliel in the direction of the group of priests. "I'll release the others while you hold him."

"Fighter On!"

A gale rippled around my body.

Swinging the angels tied over the chains and dropping some objects onto the factory.

My body had a green aura as my right hand held what appeared to be a wind-spinning sword.

"Just die," I said as I pulled the blade back and jumped.

Right after the sound of a big impact.

Outside the factory windows were seen flying and slash marks were made on the metal walls.

Fighter was a cluster of weak booster spells, but they together weren't far from a 3rd sphere spell.

"Cough. Cough," coughed Jeliel lying on the floor and was losing a lot of blood.

Hearing the sound of footsteps amid a cloud of dust, he despairs.

"Stay away!! Freak!!"

Suit unharmed and clean, I appeared to her great terror.

"I just want to know some answers and I promise I'll be kind."

"You," Looking at me from the ground and seeing all his subordinates dead around, he remembers all the events, before, "I know who you are!!'

Professor Who.