Chapter 31 I found you
Chapter 31 I found you
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After receiving Klein's mysterious response, Audrey, who had already agreed on an emergency contact method with Xio and Fors, quickly passed on Mr. Fool's tip to the two ladies through her golden retriever Susie, as if she had learned from another channel.
In a corner of an old church, Xio unfolded the paper while thinking about how to confirm Lanevus's identity, how to create chaos, and how to seize the opportunity to avenge Williams. ... No need to confirm, that's Lanevus? Xio's eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly scanned the following content. He saw that it was clearly written on the paper:
“We can only inform the Church of the Evernight Goddess. Remind them that Lanevus possesses the divinity of the ‘True Creator’.”
"Divinity? The divinity of the True Creator?"
Xio blurted out, looking in astonishment at the big golden retriever in front of him who was responsible for delivering the letter, and found that the other party also had a confused look on his face.
"What?" As Fors listened, she suddenly felt something was wrong. She quickly grabbed the paper and read it quickly.
After a while, she stammered, not knowing whether to laugh or get angry, and said, "This... are you kidding me? How did we get involved in this incident involving the evil god and divinity?"
It's just a matter of catching a cunning £200 scammer!
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The demons, who had no sense of contract, fled immediately after learning that someone was hunting the polluted. The special sensitivity of the demon path helped them to keenly perceive the impending crisis.
Lanevus's hands trembled slightly.
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I am still too weak... Otherwise I would choose to take revenge myself, but now I can only settle for the next best thing... Not to mention the helpers hidden around Lanevus, I should not be able to deal with him with his "divinity"... As long as the intelligence is received, with the reaction speed of the Nighthawks, they should take action tonight. The Backlund Diocese is the second only to the church headquarters. There are many strong people there, so there is no need to wait for additional helpers...
After explaining everything, Klein returned to the real world, put on some beard, changed his hairstyle, and stared at the mirror for several minutes.
He felt a little expectant, a little excited, but also a little melancholy and powerless.
Before evening, he left the Krag Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he stopped at the grocery market and bought several masks, including one of the clown.
He decided to go and watch the capture of Lanevus tonight!
He wanted to see with his own eyes that the other party paid the price for his previous madness!
Of course, with his strength, he could only watch from a very far distance and didn't even have the right to get close.
He waited until 11 o'clock, when many people had already fallen asleep. Klein changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself. Then he put on a peaked cap and went around a few blocks away, aiming for the clock tower of East Balam Dockyard.
Compared to the top three-story buildings around it, it was like a giant. It towered into the night, overlooking the area. Klein easily climbed into the clock tower and walked quickly in the darkness along the spiral staircase that went up to an endless level. Soon, he arrived above the huge wall clock, which was surrounded by a dark yellow fence and had a spire that he could reach out and touch.
He stared at the union in the distance for a few seconds, stepped back, and blended more into the darkness. At the same time, he took out the newly purchased mask and put it on his face.
——This is a clown with upturned corners of his mouth and red paint on his nose.
Happy clown.
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Waiting for the show to start is a hassle, because the members of the Church of Night are mainly the "Death God" path, who is good at digging graves and being dug up, and the "Insomniac" path, who is good at invading other people's dreams and being caught in others' dreams. Both paths are close to darkness, so they always want to fight at night to maximize their abilities. If nothing unexpected happens, this time the battle against the real creator "Flesh and Blood" should also be arranged in the second half of the night, enough time to wake up and watch.
Edward put Andrellad away, went home and brought some tea to tell the True Creator that the Goddess of Night might come to destroy His flesh. I don't know why the Church of Night was able to take the lead. The fact that things have developed like this shows that the intelligence network of the Aurora Society should be upgraded.
The True Creator's face was not looking good, but he did not take it too seriously. If they did not interfere, then the outcome of tonight would have been determined. In any case, this commission was over. After all, it was only a part of the divine flesh and blood that served as a backup for God's descent. Although it was a pity to lose it, at most it would slow down the recovery of strength. It was not so precious that he had to fight with the well-prepared Church of the Night for it. Anyway, He had already succeeded in His descent.
From the last detection, there are still more than 200 contaminated people left. The Church of Darkness will deal with these contaminated people, so they don't need to worry about it.
Around twelve o'clock, Edward calculated the time and slowly went out to the East District. When he arrived, the hounds of the Church of Night had just finished preparing. The huge airship painted in deep black quietly descended from the night above, as quiet as a vulture before hunting.
Edward simply stood still and corrupted an owl into a companion, letting it fly to the destination to serve as his eyes.
At this time, three figures wearing black windbreakers quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick-red building. The leader was not wearing a hat, had short golden brown hair, and dark green eyes as deep as a lake without wind or light. The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were both standing up high, covering the lower half of his face, and his palms were covered with a layer of blood-red gloves.
A suitcase made of silver-white metal was wrapped around his left hand via a chain of the same color.
The goddess's holy object, I remember it was a bone sword... The one holding it was... Edward recalled it, but found that he couldn't match the name or the face. He did a quick keyword search in his mind as usual. The conclusion he got was "the person holding this holy object is the same every time", specifically pointing to Creste Cecima.
Sequence 5 carries a holy relic, which is indeed aimed at divinity.
At the same time, the "eye" noticed that there was another spy on the tower not far away. He did not have the aura of the prisoner path, nor the malice of the demon path, and was not a helper. The sight stayed for two seconds, and then moved away.
Having carried the divinity of the "True Creator" for a long time, Lanevus naturally also gained some power from the Hanged Man Path, but it was not comparable to the real magic potion. His helpers were nowhere to be seen, so he personally went into battle and tried to detonate the sleeping people around him as flesh bombs, but the seals brought by the Red Gloves easily dissolved them with illusions.
After a brief confrontation, Creste Sesima took the opportunity to calmly ask, "You are a blasphemer to the Aurora Society. Why didn't they execute you on the spot when they caught you before?"
Lanevus showed his signature mocking smile and said, "This is very simple, because I am no longer pure Lanevus."
He paused, his eyes suddenly turned cold:
"I am now more of a 'True Creator'!"
Upon hearing this, Creste Cecima was horrified.
"Pfft." Edward couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene. Then he immediately returned to his normal self.
Sorry, I have had special practice and usually don't laugh, but it is really funny that someone who got a piece of meat dared to call himself the real creator... However, when he lied like this, Creste Cesimar actually believed it, which proved that the Goddess of Night has not accurately grasped the true result of the God's descent, and the deception she had arranged in the Aurora Society was successful.
Although it was in bulk, it was the real flesh and blood of the evil god. Lanevus was not interested in fighting. He first used his divinity to force the people he had contaminated to mutate and charge towards the Night Watchers, and then they were killed on the spot or fell asleep in the power of sleep. At the same time, he used his almost divine aura to make everyone panic. Even the gas lamps were swallowed by the shadows at this moment. After the whole area fell into silence, the red gloves who were crawling under the intimidation of the evil god could no longer use the seals to fight. The only one who could compete with them was Creste Sesima, who held the holy objects and was equivalent to the aura of the goddess of night. The enemies would be reduced to a minimum in an instant.
Although the owl's vision and hearing were limited, things turned out just as He expected. The absolute darkness lasted only a dozen seconds, and soon, a sharp light pierced through the shadows. Then the lights gradually emerged, and the airship that had fallen into the air rose again, and everything returned to normal.
Lanevus failed. Edward clearly controlled the owl to fly up, gliding silently in the blind spot of the night watchers.
Creste Sesima used all his strength to drive the holy object, completely destroying the flesh and blood, and stripping it from Lanevus. The True Creator should be able to feel it directly. In this case, there is no point in continuing to hunt Lanevus. It doesn't matter to me whether he is alive or dead. He suddenly thought of something. The owl flew around and returned to its original position. He looked up and saw that the tower that was originally spied on was now empty.
The owl was silent for a moment, then took off again. It flew into the space on the top floor of the tower, and felt the remaining temperature and breath.
After searching for a long time, it landed at the entrance of a sewer.
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Lanevus, who had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape and had already surveyed the route to the water, climbed, ran, and jumped skillfully in the darkness. Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.
Poof! A card was deeply inserted into his right chest, and blood quickly dripped from the edge.
Lanevus looked up and saw the attacker with the help of his darkvision. He was a man of medium build wearing a worker's uniform, with a mask on his face that had a high corner of his mouth and a red nose.
Be a happy clown.
Klein threw the sharp-edged cards one after another like flying knives. He was not blinded by the will of revenge. At this moment, he was calmer than ever before, like the most sophisticated machine. Even the best dealers admired his familiar and precise movements. One card cut into the skin, and the other cut into the flesh. The Star Card severed the tendons of Lanevus's feet, and the Sun Card penetrated deeply into the wall, flush with his neck.
The two Beyonders had a fatal and brief confrontation in this narrow sewer. Both knew that they had to resolve the battle in the shortest possible time and not let the official Nighthawks chasing behind catch up! Snap! A card was knocked away by Lanevus, but a deep cut was made on his wrist. Suddenly, he stopped dodging and decided to rush up to fight Klein in exchange for injury. With some of the power of the "Hanged Man", he gained a body that was much stronger than the current sequence. Klein did not fight him head-on, but cleverly retreated and distanced himself.
One after another, crisp explosions rang out beside Klein's ears, and punches that were heavier and faster than the last came into his eyes.
Snap, snap! Bang, bang, bang!
Lanevus punched and kicked quickly and fiercely. Klein was almost hit several times, but he always managed to dodge with his exaggerated balance and counterintuitive movements. He was sometimes on the wall and sometimes on the ground, as if performing acrobatics. Klein made a gesture as if he wanted to entangle Lanevus and wait for the Nighthawks and officials to catch up. Once Lanevus showed signs of trying to escape, he would definitely cling to him and not give him a chance.
Suddenly, Klein's clown instinct was triggered. He saw Lanevus use a fake move to lure him closer! He retracted his strength and raised his vigilance. Sure enough, with a tooth-grinding friction sound, Lanevus's legs did not move, but his upper body suddenly twisted back, his face facing backwards, and his toes pointed forward. In this terrifying scene, Lanevus punched Klein's head with such force that the air made an explosion-like sound.
boom!
His fist hit the air, still 20 to 30 centimeters away from Klein's face. The strong wind blew his hair, and Klein finally found an opportunity! He did not use this gap to attack the enemy, but instead recited a word in ancient Hermetic language in a low and hoarse voice:
"Crimson!"
Amulet? Lanevus's forehead jumped, and he immediately dodged to the side, trying to dodge. But at this time, Klein did not throw the amulet. Instead, he clenched his left fist tightly and followed Lanevus's actions.
He also lunged to the side and rolled over as well, the distance between the two only widening slightly.
Is he deceiving me? As soon as this thought flashed through Lanevus's mind, the clown's raised mouth corners and the dark red flame that had ignited in his left fist were clearly reflected in his eyes.
This... Lanevus's gaze froze instantly.
A slight crackling sound then reached his ears, and a deep and peaceful feeling instantly filled the air, enveloping both Klein and him.
What did he want to do? He wanted to make the two of them... Lanevus's eyelids drooped heavily, and the fatigue and weakness he had suppressed before began to fight back wildly. He tried his best to hold on and not fall asleep, hoping to rely on the special features of his current body to force himself through the strongest stage of the sleeping effect.
Klein didn't resist at all and quickly fell into a deep sleep. However, when he fell asleep unnaturally, he would wake up instinctively!
In the battle just now, after the card throwing knife was ineffective, he immediately took out the "Sleeping Spell" and held it tightly in his palm, waiting for the opportunity to use it, waiting for the opportunity to affect himself and the enemy!
In just a moment, he, who was extremely rational in the dream, forced himself out of it, and the staggering Lanevus was clearly reflected in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, turned his back, pulled his shoulders, and thrust his fist forward, hitting Lanevus' throat hard! There was a sound of broken bones and splattering blood and flesh.
Click!
It was the sound of a broken neck bone. Lanevus took two steps back and pressed himself against the wall.
After Klein's punch, he reached into his pocket with his left hand and pulled out two cards. The two tarot cards were inserted into Lanevus's eyes, and blood-colored liquid flowed down instantly. Then, taking advantage of Lanevus's chance to pounce, he rushed behind him in two steps, put his hands together, and wrapped his hands around the enemy's neck.
Click!
—Klein exerted force with both arms, turned around suddenly, and broke Lanevus's neck!
After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at the other person.
Lanevus looked forward weakly with the cards in his eyes, and his body slowly fell limp. At the same time, he asked in a confused and intermittent manner:
"Why……"
"You want to... kill... me..."
Klein, wearing a clown mask, stared at the enemy in front of him and replied indifferently, "No reason."
“No…” Lanevus’ eyes widened. He fell to the ground in the sewer, unable to let go. His breath finally died.
At this moment, Klein, who seemed very calm, suddenly took a step forward, tightened his right leg, and kicked out with all his strength, kicking Lanevus in the head.
Bang! The bloody and broken neck could no longer bear this kind of force. Lanevus's head flew out like a ball and hit the wall hard, leaving a red and white patch!
Klein looked at this scene and suddenly bent his back.
"Hahaha, hahaha."
"Hahahahahaha."
He was laughing crazily, laughing happily. The "clown" mask on his face was also so happy. The upturned corners of his mouth, the bright red nose, and the white face were so happy.
“Haha, haha…hahahaha…”
Klein laughed until he was out of breath, and his laughter was uglier than crying. After a few seconds, he finally calmed down, slowly straightened up, and wiped his eyes towards the darkest place in the sewer.
Drop after drop of liquid quietly slid over and landed on his collar. At this moment, he felt that his "Joker" potion was completely digested.
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After simply making the scene even more bizarre and complicated, Klein put away his mask, cleaned up the traces of his presence, and hurriedly walked around the sewer for a distance before choosing an exit that should be located in an inconspicuous part of the street and climbing up. He squinted his eyes and lifted the manhole cover. He felt that the gas street lights on the road didn't seem so glaring, and then he noticed that there was a pair of black leather shoes two meters in front of the manhole cover he lifted.
...This is very embarrassing. Klein calmed down. Looking up along the leather shoes, he saw a middle-aged gentleman with half-long brown hair, glasses, and a meticulous appearance, who was also looking at him curiously.
Anyway, now that he had disguised himself, Klein gritted his teeth and pretended that he was just a gentleman who happened to pass through the sewer: "...Good evening, sir. I am a private detective and I am investigating something. I am sorry to have embarrassed you. I hope you can pretend that I have never been here. Goodbye."
After saying that, Klein sped up and came out of the sewer, lowered his hat brim and walked away quickly from the side. However, the middle-aged man didn't seem to want to let him leave like that. He took a step to the side, blocking Klein's path, and asked in a very interested tone:
"Mr. Detective, what are you investigating in the sewers so late at night?"
“…It involves confidential information about my guests. Sorry, I can’t tell you.” Klein responded with a wry smile and changed direction, but was stopped again.
"I can see that you are in disguise. You must be a careful and excellent detective." The middle-aged man said humorously, and asked persistently, "Can you tell me your name and contact information?"
Seeing that he would not be let go if he did not answer the question today, Klein took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He turned his head reluctantly and showed a smile that was even more perfunctory than a business smile:
"My name is Sherlock Moriarty," he said as he walked away. "You can find my contact details in the newspaper. Goodbye, sir."
The middle-aged man really didn't stop him. But he had just taken four or five steps when he heard a voice behind him.
"Sherlock Moriarty?"
What's the problem? Klein turned around and saw the brown-haired gentleman looking at him subtly, and his tone became a little funny: "Excuse me, do you have an old enemy named James Holmes?"
Klein was struck by lightning. He slowly opened his mouth, his vision gradually blurred, and he couldn't utter a single word. Just when his brain stopped working, he heard the middle-aged gentleman smile and ask him, "Hello, what's your name?"
This sentence is said in Chinese.
END(NO)TBC
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*This chapter has many fragmented scenes, and it took ten thousand years to revise.
The fellow villager made the connection successfully.
Klein: Wuwuwu, senior, do you know how I have been spending all this time? Senior, wuwuwu, take care of me. Wuwuwu, senior’s cooking is so delicious.
Edward: Here it comes. The feeling of deceiving Russell comes back.
Roselle: (According to laws and regulations, these obscene words have been harmonized)
(End of this chapter)