Chapter 99 During the Process

Chapter 99 During the Process

Chapter 99 During the Process

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Jason Belia suddenly jumped up from his seat, his scalp exploded, and cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back.

As the "Apostle of Desire", he almost wavered first because of his own fear that was difficult to conceal. In the information related to the Demon Path that was widely circulated in the Extraordinary World, there was a relatively common concept, that is, from the "Cold-blooded One" onwards, all the emotions of the Extraordinary people of the Demon Path would gradually disappear, and they would not be afraid or panic. Only plundering and killing lives could bring some thin happiness.

This is certainly true, but there is one exception.

The demon of "fear", the angel of the abyss - Edward Vaughn!

His existence itself is fear. Not only living creatures will be easily triggered into fear by him, even the demons who are considered "bloodless and heartless" cannot perfectly control their emotions in front of him!

I heard that organizations and churches on the human side actually still think that He was once a human being. This is really ridiculous. Such an extremely terrifying existence, His essence is so different from that of humans. How could He be transformed from something as weak and incompetent as humans?

Just one glance, just a casual glance, was enough to cause his desired clone to disintegrate in fear.

Fortunately, He did not see Himself!
"Praise, praise the great mother tree, huh, you are, you are the father of demons..."

Jason Belia finally straightened out his tongue. He stood up with his weak legs and sat down on a different chair.

He chanted the honorific name slowly, slowly calmed down, and finally completely controlled the fear surging in his heart.

The spacious living room was empty, with no fireplace, no lights, no breathing or footsteps. The house bought with a fake identity had been quietly emptied, all valuables had been sold, all living things had been killed, leaving only the fake portrait in the living room, so that he could escape at any time.

With the blessing of the Mother Tree of Desire, the mission of assassinating Duke Negan should be easy. The real difficulty lies in what happens after that: following the patriarch's orders, lead the Angel of the Abyss into the trap set by the Belia family, and let the Demon King and the Mother Tree punish Him with divine punishment.

Under the protection of the mother tree, no matter how they arrange things, the crisis instinct of the Abyss Angel will not be triggered.

Killing him will allow the patriarch to digest the potion further.

In return for his service as bait and the reward for assassinating Duke Negan, he was also promised the chance to become a demigod!

There must be a warrior under great profit, and Jason Belia is this warrior. He finally reached out to confirm the talisman he had placed close to his body. It was near his heart and exuded a chilling breath. It slowly dispelled the fear that was almost becoming a "seed" in Jason Belia's heart, and brought him great courage.

Fortunately, I used it early, otherwise...

He suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that he shouldn't have killed the animals so early. Otherwise, he could listen to their screams and calm down. Belia exhaled a breath of bloody air, stood by the French window, and prepared to hunt down the detectives according to the plan. After a few seconds, his figure suddenly disintegrated like a sticky shadow and disappeared.

The light of the red moon shone through the clear glass onto the carpet, blending with the almost black bloodstains on it.

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"Don't you want me to follow you in?"

"No, I'm sorry to bother you again."

After Klein and I went to the police station to report the threatening letter, the two returned to Minsk Street. An hour later, they said goodbye to each other again, about ten meters in front of Klein's residence.

"Don't start fighting as soon as I leave." Edward couldn't help but joked.

Klein smiled bitterly. “If it were me, I would indeed plan how to murder them one by one tonight, but I have already reported the case twice. The police and even the Orthodox forces should start paying attention to us now.”

"It would be unwise to take action at this time. It would be easy to be exposed to the eyes of the church. Besides, he doesn't seem to have the power to kill us directly, otherwise he wouldn't have been dealing with Mr. Isengard for so long."

"Then do as you say."

Edward also had things he wanted to do. He wanted to confirm whether a demon really had escaped from under his nose just now, so he naturally agreed.

Before they reached the fork in the road where they were supposed to part ways, Klein saw a figure wandering outside his door with the help of the rain-stained gas street lamp.

Klein was startled at first, but then he relaxed because he recognized who the visitor was.

That was Stuart, a private detective with a beard and a thin build, and his admirer.

We can't be careless... What if the "devil" has abilities similar to the "faceless man"? Klein clenched his cane, walked slowly closer, and then shouted tentatively.

Detective Stuart turned around suddenly and said nervously, "Mr. Moriarty, I received a threatening letter. The content of the letter is 'You are all going to die!'"

"You received it too?" Klein blurted out, feeling quite surprised but also feeling it made sense.

Stuart's eyes suddenly widened: "You received it too?"

“Yes.” Klein nodded solemnly.

And not just one... he added silently.

"What should I do? I went to find Mr. Stanton first, but then I heard that he was attacked, so I hurried to find you. Oh, thank God, I almost left early!" Stuart blurted out.

Klein pointed at the door and said, "Let's go in first."

Then he looked at Edward, feeling that his expression was a little blurry in the dark night: "Then we'll go first."

Edward looked at Stuart. This human felt inexplicably afraid and dared not look him in the eye. The Abyss Angel's mind moved slightly, and Stuart's expression suddenly became panic. The accumulated seeds of fear were easily detonated by the demon so close. His emotions, which were already on the verge of limit, were out of control. His mind was occupied by madness. He suddenly pulled out his gun, and at this extremely close distance, the muzzle of his gun directly hit Klein's forehead!

Klein had never expected the other party to suddenly collapse. He had no time to react and watched him pull the trigger with red eyes!
boom!
The gun in Stuart's hand exploded, and fragments of the gun and gunpowder burst out, leaving many small wounds on his hands and face. He took two steps back and fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Edward loosened his hand, and the crushed and broken muzzle of the gun fell from his hand and hit the ground with a crisp sound.

It was indeed the Apostle of Desire, and it was indeed a demon that took action.

He took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket and slowly wiped the gunpowder residue off his hands. Then the handkerchief spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes and drifted away. Edward glanced at Stuart, who was somewhat unconscious after the explosion, and then looked at Klein and said nonchalantly:

"He had accumulated enough negative emotions in his heart to make him lose his rationality."

"But it's okay now."

Klein was still in shock and had forgotten to breathe. Sweat dripped down his forehead belatedly. This was the first time since he came to Backlund that he was so close to death and was caught off guard.

——Before this, no matter what kind of crisis it is, there is at least some reaction time!

It happened too quickly and ended too quickly. Klein didn't even feel the slightest bit of joy after surviving the catastrophe, and he hadn't even started to get scared yet. Klein took a deep breath, inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again, and then asked hesitantly, "Will this leave him with any bad sequelae?"

“Maybe. He’ll be in a trance and have nightmares for a while. But since he wasn’t frightened to death, it’s not serious.” Edward glanced at Stuart, who was sitting on the ground, and said goodbye to Klein in a friendly manner: “I’ll be leaving first. I hope you guys can spend the night safely.”

Klein didn't think of how to respond for a moment. He stared blankly at Edward walking away step by step. He didn't feel like he could finally breathe again until he saw his back completely disappear.

He quickly cleaned up the scene and helped the dazed Stuart up. At this moment, another detective, Kaslana and her assistant, and several other detectives also came from the other side of the street.

She and Klein looked at each other, and she also helped to hold up Stuart. She winked at Klein, signaling him to go inside and talk.

A group of people entered the living room, put Stuart aside to let him calm down, they briefly exchanged information, eagerly expressed their anxious and panic mood. Not long after, the doorbell rang again.

The sound of the doorbell was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads.

Stuart seemed to have some reaction. He raised his head, looked around, and whispered blankly: "What was I doing just now..."

The official Beyonder took action? Klein breathed a sigh of relief and approached the gate with his revolver in hand.

As soon as he grasped the handle, the image of the person outside the door naturally appeared in his mind: Isengard Stanton, with gray hair, a thin face, wearing a deerstalker hat and a black coat.

The great detective's face was a little pale, and his left arm was padded up near the shoulder.

He is fine! Klein was happy at first, but then he became cautious - he still remembered the incident in which the "Master of Secret Dolls" Rosago disguised himself as a familiar policeman to defraud the door.

Klein kept his finger on the trigger, opened the door, and took two steps back.

Isengard Stanton smiled and nodded at him: "Thank you for your visit this afternoon, otherwise I might not be able to continue playing hide-and-seek with the devil with my injury.

"You saved my life."

This... Could it be that the correct interpretation of "It's a good time to visit Isengard Stanton" is that going to see him this afternoon will help him out of danger? What about "It's a good time to visit" in the next few days? Avoid the murder scene so as not to be suspected? Klein was instantly amused.

He made way without letting down his guard: "What on earth happened?"

"We'll talk later." Isengard suddenly lowered his voice and laughed, "Do you want to discuss topics related to Beyonders in front of Stuart and the others?"

So you mentioned the Beyonder to me so naturally? Yes, I was able to hold my own against the demon dog's master for more than ten minutes, which is enough to prove that I am not an ordinary person... and I also provided consulting advice that deliberately pointed to demonized animals... Klein quietly lagged behind Isengard Stanton by two steps.

As soon as they saw the great detective, Kaslana and her assistant Lydia breathed a sigh of relief, and private detectives such as Stuart also looked relieved.

The private detectives asked about his condition, and the living room was a little lively. Isengard remained calm. He asked everyone to calm down first, and he would discuss countermeasures with Kaslana and Sherlock. His long-accumulated prestige made the detectives sit down without rebutting.

After entering the living room, Isengard looked back and asked thoughtfully: "What happened to Mr. Stuart? He looks absent-minded. Did he encounter that villain?"

Kaslana shook her head. Klein thought for a moment and replied, "He was a little emotionally broken, but he should be fine now."

Emotional breakdown... Isengard thought of something and his expression became a little serious.

The wooden door closed, and the living room became an enclosed space. Klein suddenly realized that this was a good time to use items such as the "biotoxin bottle". Then he thought of Detective Stuart's mental breakdown and became alert, fearing that the other two people also had the seeds planted by the "Apostle of Desire" in their minds, and would suddenly attack when he lost his vigilance.

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Back at the villa, after a spiritual exchange, the decayed king, who was reading a book, answered Him.

"Ask the Apostle of Desire," the Outer God said. "He's on the second floor of Klein's house. The fight should start soon. When you aroused the fear of that human just now, he was almost frightened to death on the spot."

"…………"

Edward was silent, and he and the decayed king looked at each other in silence.

"I feel like I've been fooled." The Abyss Angel said depressedly, "By the Mother Tree of Desire and you."

"no way."

The Declined King continued reading calmly, "The opportunity we've been waiting for has come. Now you have to think about how to pretend to know nothing, and then find that Belia naturally, and use him to enter the Belia family. There should be a dragnet over there, waiting for you to take the initiative to go there. Pray to the gods from outer space, and fight against the strong ones of the same path and sequence? The current head of the Belia family is quite courageous."

"After all, I have been stuck at Sequence 2 for more than a thousand years. It is normal for me to have the idea of ​​replacing someone else."

"I won't do it this time."

The Outer God said to one-fifth of himself: "The current leader of Belia will surely die, and our promotion will surely succeed. It doesn't matter what the ceremony is, and the spiritual overflow is just a pretense."

Edward smiled and said, "If you take action, I'm afraid I will be considered a favored one of the Outer Gods. It sounds interesting to be your own favored one."

The decadent king rolled his eyes at him.

"Belia is fully prepared this time, and the Mother Tree of Desire will not interfere too much."

"With the forces we can mobilize, it is not impossible to win."

“Just have to make our victory look as logical as possible.”

Having reached a consensus, they concluded the communication smoothly.

Opening his eyes, the Abyss Angel looked at his crystal chandelier, and his sight shifted slightly to Amon who was concentrating on studying the Rubik's Cube in the living room. He could now restore three sides without relying on extraordinary abilities.

"Amon."

He said, "The Belia family is plotting against me and has blinded my sense of danger. Are you interested in going to the Demon Family's territory with me to cause a big commotion, with the premise of killing everyone?"

Hearing this, Amon slowly stopped twisting the Rubik's Cube and pretended to be in deep thought.

A few seconds later, this Sequence 3 "Deception Instructor" turned his head and smiled with interest: "My pleasure."

TBC
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Double update finished!

Supplement: The Sequence 158 Amon who appeared in the previous article and was looking for Lao Ai in the southern continent 3 ​​years ago has been crushed and fed to the typist, so now the typist is 3, the highest sequence among all the Amons.

(End of this chapter)