Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

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Pull up the weeds and wild flowers that were contaminated by my blood, wrap them in newspapers that tried to bite me, and burn them. Break and reshape the twisted skull, take off the bloodstained coat and put it on my arm, and when the bones are rebuilt, put the eyeballs back in place, and then regenerate the skin and hair in turn. Finally, wipe the blood and flesh off the glasses and the neck chair, and apply a little spiritual power to mold these messy things into some high-level talismans of perfect quality. Everything is back to normal.

After Russell finished cursing, he hung up the phone without replying to me. He was always like this, and I understood. After all, He was only awake for a short time, and he had to find time to make harassing phone calls to me, carve a tombstone, and then put the inscription and mumbling into my mind. It really consumed his spiritual energy.

The conversation lasted only two minutes, and no one was passing by. But it was almost one in the afternoon, and the leisurely lunch break was about to end.

There is no work arrangement these two days, so I can relax as much as I want.

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"Finally I escaped."

Lanevus used a peaked cap to hold down his hair and hide his iconic broad forehead. He lowered his head and squeezed in among the workers coming and going in the East End. He stacked his shoes five centimeters higher and took off his black round-frame glasses, completely disguising himself as another person. He also carefully carved two fierce scars on his face to change his facial structure. In this way, even if someone stood in front of him with his wanted poster portrait, they would not be able to immediately recognize that he was Lanevus, the fraudster who embezzled 10,000 pounds!

"What the hell are these shady rats from the Aurora Society doing? They're actually doing some charity event... Haha, are you trying to trick a three-year-old kid? Who doesn't know that you're a cult that's been around for hundreds of years?"

He ran back and forth in the crowded East District for a long time, changed his coat, and finally got rid of the two bodyguards completely.

I originally thought I could make a big splash in the Aurora Society, but after I arrived, I was either assigned to raise funds or play house with a group of kids in the welfare home. Moreover, people who believe in the true Creator basically have no money to make, they are either crazy or poor, and those who have a little money hand it over to the church. Rather than being a God-favored person without even personal freedom, it is better to escape early and then find a way to destroy the God's gift on you!
Fortunately, the two big fools were distracted by the gambling in the tavern today, so I was able to run away quietly... Lanevus complained in his heart, shuttling through the dark and narrow alleys. At this time, his nose twitched and he smelled a strong smell of blood coming from the corner ahead.

pat, pat.

What was that sound? It sounded like footsteps, something was approaching from the front. It also sounded like blood falling on the ground, accompanied by a hissing growl.

The huge power gap made Lanevus so frightened that he could not move the moment he realized the other party's existence. The footsteps came from the corner, reflecting back and forth on the narrow wall, slowly and heavily, getting closer and closer.

Snap, snap. One step, two steps.

Lanevus hid in a hurry, forgetting to breathe for a moment. Then he saw a tall black shadow appear in front of him.

The shadow was crawling on all fours, with blood stains all over its body, and its hair was dyed a suspicious dark color. In the dim and narrow alley, its existence was simply a horrible nightmare. Lan Erwu Siping tried his best to hide himself in the shadow of the corner - "Devil"! He immediately reacted and saw the true form of the shadow, which was a huge black dog! There was a bone stuck in the gap between its sharp teeth, which were as sharp as knives, and it was hard to tell where it came from!
There is no doubt that it is the real murderer of a series of murders during this period, a Sequence 6 "devil", a "devil" who is about to be promoted!
Damn it, we bumped into him at this time! Big drops of cold sweat rolled down Lanevus's forehead, and the cheap golden dye used for camouflage on his hair faded slightly. The Sequence 8 Trickster dared not breathe, and watched the demon holding a piece of human flesh slowly approaching... It's over! The divine flesh and blood on his body did not play the deterrent role it should have! At this moment, the demon dog suddenly twitched its nose twice and stopped. Lanevus heard a puzzled voice from far away around the corner:

"Who is the source of that great devil's aura on you?"

There is another demon here! Lanevus almost fainted.

"...That, that is..." He struggled to organize his words, kneeling on the ground in great fear, his forehead almost touching the ground, "The Aurora Society's 'Angel of the Abyss', He is now in Backlund."

The man behind the corner fell silent. He had just been threatening to kill the witness, but he instantly stopped talking after hearing that title. Lanevus took a breath and keenly noticed that the demon dog also showed a hint of anxiety, probably influenced by its master.

"How are you going to prove what you said? How can you, a low-sequence being, prove that that person is an angel and not a high-sequence warrior?"

Facing the aggressive questioning from the demon behind the demon dog, Lanevus was relieved, and a subtle disdain developed in his heart. The other party's reaction was like a person who had been deceived by him, and a pale and powerless final confirmation before all his property was swept away. He had come with bad intentions just now, and he was scared when he heard that Backlund had stronger demons. Of course, he knew how to judge the situation. The two demons in front of him were not easy to mess with, so he searched for some relevant information in his mind and answered honestly:

"…He lacks the ability to recognize individual humans, and can't remember my name. He keeps calling me "swindler", "helper" or "sequence", and basically only identifies me based on the marks on my body."

The demon was silent for a long time, and the demon dog became even more anxious.

"You are telling the truth, which is consistent with the intelligence I received. Why didn't He kill you?"

"…Because I was helping the Aurora Society complete an important mission, He didn't kill me."

Lanevus was now completely certain that the other party was frightened by him, and he calmed down a little. However, when he thought of that extremely terrifying dream, the scammer couldn't help but tremble all over. Immersed in the horrifying memories, his fingers unconsciously scratched his arm:

"But, He - He gave me a warning. When I was about to escape, He came into my dream and awakened my consciousness. Soon my limbs would regenerate... Hehe, this repeated for a long, long time. After I promised for the umpteenth time that I would never run away again, He let me go. I opened my eyes and saw the sunlight outside the window, and realized that this was all just a dream."

Lanevus muttered to himself with his eyes wide open. This time, his fear was 90% real and 10% acting. The devil thought this level of torture was gentle, and it was just a mental torture and a little intimidation. According to the hobbies of the Belia family, they should put it into practice. Cut off both hands on the first day, cut off both feet on the second day, and then cut off a part of the limbs every day according to the amount... Anyway, after the mission of assassinating Duke Nigan is completed, they will leave Backlund, and they can practice it on the servants in the manor to see how long people can live.

Jason Belia imagined blood, screams, and ordinary people about to be turned into pieces of meat.

Suddenly, he had an idea: Andrad and North had already declined, and the one in his family seemed to be planning a promotion ceremony, and had issued a task to collect clues about angels in the Blood Worship Cult and the family. If he could pass on the accurate whereabouts of the "Angel of the Abyss"...

The bloodthirsty smile widened. The madness brought by the potion made him forget the warnings of his elders. He stared at Lanevus like he was looking at a piece of fat meat. After a few seconds, Jason Belia calmed down and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Someone is approaching here. I have memorized your smell. When I contact you, tell me everything you know. If you hide anything, I will make you the food of my dog."

Lanevus did not dare to disobey. The two demons quickly disappeared from Lanevus's perception.

After a few breaths, he was sure that the other party had gone far away, then he slowly stood up, left the dark alley, and quickly found a direction to escape.

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Mr. A looked at the person opposite him.

Mr. Z also looked at him.

The two Aurora Society messengers stared at each other in silence in the small confinement room. After half an hour, Mr. Z couldn't help but ask, "How did you get in?"

Mr. A's face twisted, and he turned away and said, "... before asking others, you should first tell them about your own mistakes."

"Well, my fault is that I lost His Excellency the Favored One. No, he is now a fugitive." Mr. Z, who had made mistakes repeatedly in the past two months and caused his reputation in the organization to drop significantly, sighed and lamented his bad luck. "The Dark Saint has given me an ultimatum. After I get out, I will continue to be responsible for the cooperation with the Pilgrimage Sect, but if I make mistakes again, the title of Z will be given to someone else. What about you?"

"...My mistakes are." Mr. A closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall in self-abandonment. "The first one was when I was assassinating Ambassador Baker. I completely forgot the saint's teachings that we should keep a low profile for the time being. After I turned into a demon, I was controlled by negative emotions. Not only did I kill the ambassador, I also used his blood to write the words 'Aurora will be responsible' on the wall."

Mr. Z was silent for two seconds: "I understand you. After all, this is how we should act."

"The second one is...ah, the Lord has issued an oracle, asking us to shepherd His lambs on earth and cooperate more with the Pilgrimage Sect. Helping our allies is helping ourselves...The Saint has also formulated a work inspection form for this purpose, selecting the best believers every month, and the prize is a talisman bestowed by the Lord himself. Z, my compatriot, do you know what this means?!"

"I know!" Mr. Z was a little excited. He found that there was a blazing fire in Mr. A's eyes. "So what does this have to do with you?"

"From the day I was saved by the Lord, I vowed to become the most devout believer of the Lord. How could I not go all out to win the favor of the Lord?" Mr. A spoke passionately, then fell back into the corner. "Then I was so excited that I fought with other compatriots for a place on the first day of this month. In the end, we were all locked up in the detention room."

"I really envy you." Mr. A said, "Although you make mistakes repeatedly, you are responsible for the deployment of personnel. As long as you can work for 20 days cumulatively, my first place will be secure. Z, my friend, can you make a deal? I will definitely reward you handsomely."

"No."

Mr. Z said firmly: "I also want the Lord's divinely bestowed spell."

The atmosphere in the confinement room became solemn. The two devout messengers of God glared at each other, and the boat of friendship capsized silently.

TBC
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Edward: You can't just waste labor, you have to stimulate them.

Zhenzao: Well, in order to encourage everyone to actively participate in charity (serving as free labor) and provide me with more stable anchors, I decided to select outstanding employees every month and give the first winner a talisman made by myself.

The Aurora Society was furious when they heard this. From Mr. A to Sequence 9, they didn't even eat or sleep, and they just worked hard at the charity every day to achieve results. Richard came back to Backlund, and to save money, he didn't turn on the lights and walked in the dark. He stumbled four times in five steps, and the ground was full of inward-looking Aurora Society members sleeping on the floor.

Richard: What happened? Has my foundation been taken over by the Aurora Society?

Richard: So that’s how it is. The Lord is so good. He has found so many kind-hearted workers. Thank you, Lord!
(End of this chapter)