Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

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Disconnected.

The team sent to Tingen to carry out the divine descent has lost contact.

When I got this news, I was staying in the underground church of the Aurora Society's base in Backlund. Except for the occasional one or two people who came to pray and suddenly exploded into pieces of meat, it was quiet enough for me to write. The listener knelt on the ground to report to me, his body shaking violently, as if he was about to collapse into a pool of flesh and blood in front of me.

I didn't respond right away. I wrote the next line with an antique feather pen and carefully added a period before putting down the manuscript and the pad on my knees and turning to him:
"What happened?"

From his confusing answers, I pieced together the general process: First, I knew that this descent of God was actually a sleight of hand. The requirements for using human women as mothers to bear the offspring of God were extremely high, and it was very difficult to complete the ritual. So the Son of God was actually a smokescreen, and the real containers were the members in charge of the ritual. Although they knew nothing, they would definitely feel extremely honored by this, so none of us said it explicitly.

Of course, to me, smoke bombs and back-up plans are the same. It would be best if the Son of God could succeed in one go.

But now, a problem arises.

The two members who performed this ritual are missing, and there has been no response for three days, so they are probably dead. And Z, who is in charge of this matter, has not sent any report or request for help, which is unreasonable.

This was also my fault. Strange, I should have been "looking" there, but I didn't know when I looked away because I felt that this descent of God could not fail. Why? What influenced me?
I chanted the honorific name of my ally and listened attentively. The chaotic words rushed into my mind with knowledge of the danger of depravity that was enough to cause ordinary people and low-sequence beings outside the shepherd's path to explode instantly. I skillfully isolated them and threw them into the filthy abyss in my consciousness. Thinking of those traces of twisted fate, I pondered for a moment and confirmed that the small town really hid something incredible. Then, based on the previous experience of failed God's descent, this thing is very likely...Adam.

"——I understand. You can leave now."

After a moment of silence, I said to the still trembling listener, "Go tell the keeper of the Sealed Artifact that I want to withdraw an Apprentice Path Beyonder Item of at least Sequence 5."

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About ten minutes later, I got the seal I wanted. An item that met my requirements and was in the "Traveler" sequence, in the form of an emerald ring. It had no living properties, and could teleport at very short intervals. The negative effect was that it would have a strong aggregation ability when worn, and could not accurately locate the destination, and was accompanied by a continuous weeping and bloody scream in my mind. There were quite a lot of negative effects.

The roar of tears and blood, the desire to gather together... I knew in my heart that this was most likely the token of surrender that the "Secret Saint" or Mr. X brought with him when he surrendered, and it came from the Abraham family that they betrayed.

Abraham. I remember that Mr. Gate is still in the hands of the Mother Goddess.

And Roselle, although I also secretly polluted Him, the little bit of pollution I concealed could not surpass the fallen mother goddess who never restrained her hands. Watching Roselle being swallowed by the red moon, I could only sigh in despair. I secretly hinted to Him the coordinates of my body, suggesting that He go there, but this guy always plays cards unpredictably and ran straight to the moon, becoming a prop in the hands of others.

If you fall into my hands, you will at most fall into eternal numbness and chaos, but the Mother Goddess is not as kind-hearted as me.

Good. Then let's go to Tingen and see what's going on. I put the ring on my hand and infused it with spirituality. Indeed, I couldn't clearly imagine the destination in my mind. So I randomly chose a direction, opened a blue "door" in the air, and stepped in.

My vision suddenly changed, and I came to a not very wide street, surrounded by low houses, sewage flowing on the street, and corpses and garbage piled up in the corners. This is the East District, a place where despair breeds. There is no one around, I roughly estimated the distance and spirituality, and prepared to continue opening the door to leave here. Suddenly, a spiritual fluctuation occurred in the alley ahead, and a light door opened out of thin air, and a familiar figure ran out in a panic.

"What's going on?!" Miss Fors Wall shouted desperately, "We are still in the East End, why are we only two streets away?!"

A petite woman came out of the door with her. She was holding a triangular spike in her hand. She glanced in a certain direction, and then her whole body shook as if she was struck by lightning. She stared at that direction intently, her body as stiff as a stone.

"It's over." The short woman squeezed out these words through her teeth, "He saw us. Qi Lingos and I made eye contact."

Miss Fors's face turned pale in an instant, losing all the color. She looked at the bracelet on her wrist that had only two stones left, and reached out to pull it off - then she saw me. Her expression flashed with astonishment, fear, and struggle, and she blurted out: "Why are you here?"

This gathering came too quickly. My eyes swept across the bracelet on her wrist, and I understood. Then I smiled and asked like an ordinary person who happened to pass by and had no idea of ​​the impending danger:

"Good afternoon, Miss Wall, and the unknown lady. I am in the East End gathering inspiration. May I invite you to have afternoon tea?"

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Fors' pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip in an instant. She had no time to explain. How could she explain the horror of the extraordinary world to an old-fashioned gentleman who lived a normal and peaceful life? She gritted her teeth, pulled off one of the last two stones on the bracelet, and shouted, "Come here!"

"Please believe me, Mr. Vaughan!" she said at the fastest speed in her life. "I will explain it to you later. Now follow us!"

Judging from the confused expression on his face, Mr. Edward seemed to be still in a state of confusion, but he still walked towards them quickly. The distance between them was only four or five meters, and an adult could reach it in a few steps. Fors didn't care about the last stone left, and rushed to open the door. But at this moment, Xio, who was already extremely nervous beside her, suddenly exclaimed, turned around abruptly, and pushed her towards the door that was not yet fully formed. "You go first!" The expression of the small arbitrator was more resolute than Fors had ever seen before, "Qilingus is here!"

Fors stared at the sky with eyes wide open in disbelief. She found that Edward, who was only two steps away from them, also looked up in that direction. She saw a scene that instantly chilled her blood to the freezing point. The cruel and murderous pirate general stepped on the windowsill and used the power of "Wind Blessing" to glide towards them like a big bird! He had a bloodthirsty smile on his face, and his body was light and agile, like an eagle hunting prey, like a swooping vulture, looking down at their dying struggles with contempt, his eyes full of ecstasy of determination.

"Fors, go!"

"No, no! Hugh, you come with me—"

Fors' legs were out of control in fear, her mind seemed to be stagnant, her fingers clenched Xio's clothes, trying to pull her into the door. At this moment, she felt her body lifted into the air, and before she had time to be confused, she saw Xio's feet also leave the ground, and Edward Vaughn, who had come to them, held one of them by the back of the collar with one hand, and threw them into the door that had just been completed with incredible strength.

"...Wait!" After falling into the brightly colored tunnel, Fors's brain, which had stopped working, started working again. She saw the figure of Qilingos gliding in from the gap behind Edward Vaughn, but she could not do anything and could only shout in despair:
"No!! Wo——"

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Qi Lingos saw clearly that the woman was not a "traveler", but she was holding a traveler-sequence extraordinary item. Although there was only one stone left, it was enough for him to complete the planned murder and escape calmly.

He licked his lips, and the bloodthirsty and crazy smile on his face widened further. He had already seen the scene of torturing and tearing the two men into pieces.

With the help of the wind, he crossed the distance of two streets in just a few seconds and came directly to the front of the door. Qi Lingos stretched out his hand and decided to feed the middle-aged man who hindered his plan to "Creeping Hunger" first, and then calmly snatched the magical item. But at this moment, his spiritual intuition suddenly issued a deafening warning, and then fell into silence in the next second. Qi Lingos was in doubt, and his hand wearing "Creeping Hunger" was less than an inch away from the gentleman's back.

The gentleman turned slowly.

Qi Lingos suddenly couldn't move.

What's going on?! The pirate general was horrified: the distance of one inch and the time of less than one second seemed to be infinitely stretched, but this man who he had never taken seriously did not change at all.

"If you die here, Miss Wall and her companions will definitely suspect me. ...But you look delicious."

"I have work to do and you are interrupting me."

Edward Vaughn looked at him calmly, without ridicule or contempt. His irises and pupils were black, looking hazy and without light, accurately reflecting Qilingos's terrified expression. He stood upright and elegantly, with his chest and head held high, and walked slowly and proudly, like a well-designed and meticulous puppet. His gaze stayed on Qilingos's "creeping hunger" for a second, and then fell silent, as if he was thinking for a short time, and a terrifying light like lava flowed from the depths of his pupils. He raised his cane, and the gem-studded tip touched Qilingos' chest in the air.

"roll."

Blasphemies from the abyss flowed from His mouth.

As soon as he said this, Qi Lingos was hit hard. His sternum caved in, and all the bones in his body made a tooth-grinding sound of twisting and breaking. His face instantly turned blood red, blood flowed from his teeth, his skin cracked, his limbs were crooked, and his broken flesh and blood instantly soaked his clothes. Then, as if he had been hit by a battering ram with full force, he was hit hard like a cannonball and flew out, crashing into the roof of a dilapidated bell tower a few hundred meters away, and a thick cloud of dust rose.

Edward Vaughn turned his back, and the flow of time returned to normal. He stepped into the colorful tunnel in front of him. The blue door gradually closed behind him, just blocking the scene of Qilingos flying out. At this time, Miss Fors had not yet read the second word of the short "Mr. Vaughn". Then, her unspoken words were stuck in her throat. She looked at him in disbelief. After protecting the two of them, he entered the door with all four limbs intact in the last half second.

"That's great, that's great..." She wanted to cry but had no tears, and she was shaking with fear for the fact that the elder almost lost his life because of her.

"Don't be afraid, ladies. We are safe now." Edward comforted them softly, with a look of relief on his face. "It is a gentleman's duty to protect women and children. We are all fine."

"…So, now, do you want to come to my house, have a cup of tea, and explain to me what's going on?"

TBC
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*Edward: Hey, this looks delicious... an item from the Shepherd's Path? Could it be that it's the subordinates of our allies? I can't eat it, so get out of here.

(End of this chapter)