Chapter 100 Preface

Chapter 100 Preface

Chapter 100 Preface

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"Beria will definitely attract the attention of the church. The seeds in the hearts of the humans that Klein encountered were planted by him. It has nothing to do with me."

"Hmm... a demon, a Sequence 5 at that. He has anti-divination and crisis intuition. These two characteristics are enough to make one or two churches cooperate. Although cooperation may not necessarily kill him, it can at least protect the threatened detectives."

"Sherlock Moriarty believes in the God of Steam and Machinery, so the Mechanical Heart should be deployed. I don't know who Isengard is a believer of, but people living in Backlund basically believe in the Three Gods, so the probability of the three major churches being deployed at the same time is very high."

Amon sat cross-legged on the spacious single sofa, holding a large round embroidered tassel pillow in his arms, his chin resting on the pillow, and analyzing the current situation with Edward.

"Will the demigod bishops take action?"

"No, the difficulty of this mission lies in finding the devil. The official team is often led by a Sequence 6. With a Sealed Artifact, the three teams can achieve overflowing combat power, provided that they can successfully catch Belia's tail."

Amon stretched out his hand and tapped in the air. The black gem representing Belia that was suspended in front of the two of them floated to the side of the "Fortune Teller" pendulum, while the other gears, red beads and blue crystals floated a little further away.

"I remember you said that Belia was very close to Klein and the others."

This symbolized that the Church of the Three Gods was still on alert, but the crisis was lurking around the detectives. The little devil from the Belia family seemed very confident that he would not be discovered. He was on the second floor of Klein's house. He had a sense of what was happening, but he still did not escape quietly immediately.

Perhaps I was boldly testing the limits of this "shielding" ability. Fortunately, he detected it without me noticing.

It is possible that Fabuti, who only has one more Sequence 1 characteristic and uniqueness than himself, could do it, but he was eroded and controlled by the Mother Tree of Desire. It is more likely that the Mother Tree of Desire would take direct action against him.

"The fighting has begun." said the Outer God.

Edward did not directly look at most of the scenes he saw. This was to prevent himself from having too deep an impression or some thoughts about Belia, which would make the other party aware of the danger and escape in time.

After a moment, an extra sentence popped into my mind: "Beria ran away."

Who? Who ran away? Edward was stunned. He was facing Klein, a Sequence 7 who was not good at close combat, and he actually ran away?

...This is a complete disgrace to the devil.

No matter how you think about it, this shouldn't happen, unless something went wrong... Could it be related to Sefirah Castle? Could it be that we guessed wrong, and it wasn't Klein who controlled Sefirah Castle, but there was someone else in it?

He looked at Amon, who also looked at him, and then shook his head: "I can't sense Sefirah Castle, what happened?"

Edward briefly relayed the other process he saw to Amon. Amon was a little surprised. He pinched his eye sockets subconsciously and said hesitantly: "I am more inclined to believe that something special happened over there, such as they have a hidden trump card, a strong man passing by helped, or the church team ran very fast. Your current path is good at fighting, but you have some shortcomings in divination and foresight. Maybe the devil is not sure, or maybe the official personnel arrived in time. In short, he temporarily gave up the plan to kill and silence the witnesses."

"You have a point. His original purpose was not to silence the witness, but to attract official attention by silencing him so that he could achieve his real goal." Edward affirmed, "Of course he won't risk his life on such a matter. Escape at the right time can also delay time."

"However, according to your guess, Klein and his group—a few low-sequence people and a group of ordinary people—used some special means to scare away the Apostle of Desire, which is even more embarrassing."

Amon chuckled, and the gems floating in the air fell one by one. He took out a Fourth Epoch gold coin, placed it flat on the thumb of his clenched right fist, and flicked it high up with force. The bright gold coin flipped and flew upwards.

"Let me divine whether the official members have arrived at Klein's side now."

They looked up together, their eyes following the gold coin as it quickly fell.

"Snapped!"

Amon clapped his hands and caught it steadily. He unfolded it, with the relief of the hand holding the scepter facing upwards.

"Opposite." On the reverse side were the symbols of the Secret Line, the Infinite Gate and the Shadow Dial. Amon put away his favorite Fourth Epoch gold coin. Its gold content was almost the same as the current gold pound, but due to the flaws in the smelting method, it was larger and more weighty.

"It seems that the Steam Church acted quickly this time."

After getting the result, Edward stopped thinking about other things and continued to think about the plan from the side: Klein did not die in Belia's sneak attack, and he and others successfully waited for the church's assistance, so the defense should be relatively tight in the short term. He had no reason to visit, and he didn't want to deal with members of the Orthodox Church.

There is no need to observe secretly or wait for something to happen.

Because they are not the real target. Beria may not come.

"If you continue to divine things about him, he will realize your threat to him, so this is enough."

Amon held the sparkling stone in his hand and asked without looking up: "So what are we going to do now?"

"You don't need to do anything, because 'I didn't find him at all', just let it go. For the purpose of the Belia family, he will take the initiative to come to me and die, I just need to wait. Of course, I can't do nothing, I won't give them the initiative."

"so……?"

"Come out with me and go to the Aurora Club."

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Isengard Stanton deliberately pretended to be seriously injured, and actually simulated an extraordinary healing ability, waiting for the devil to take the bait.

The devil took the bait successfully, but he didn't expect that Sherlock Moriarty also had similar abilities to heal and reduce damage. The unspoken cooperation allowed the wounds on his body to heal instantly. Seeing this, the aggressive Apostle of Desire turned around and left.

Klein and Isengard looked at each other in dismay. They had not expected that their preparations would backfire, nor had they expected the demon to leave so easily.

The devil had been on the second floor of his residence, right in front of his desk. There might not be any occult connection left there, but the scene and evidence still needed to be preserved.

Not long after Klein finished dealing with the situation, he saw several strangers coming up to the second floor.

The leader was a man with a tough face, but with fluffy, messy, and stubborn brown hair.

He was holding an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns in his hand. There were black gems decorated as "eyes" on both sides of the mirror.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty, I am Ikanser Bernard of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Can I check here?"

Klein nodded and said, "No problem."

He immediately asked politely, "Do you need me to stay by your side and answer some questions at any time?"

"Okay, thank you for your help." Ikanser smiled.

"Is this where the 'Apostle of Desire' sat?" After entering the bedroom, Ikanser pointed to the chair in front of the desk and said.

He had evidently asked Isengard Stanton.

“Yes.” Klein answered frankly.

Ikanser said nothing more, picked up the silver mirror, and stroked the surface three times with his right hand. He paused for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Respected Arrodes, my question is, what did the demon sitting here look like?"

The lights around suddenly became deeper, as if tinged with the mist after the rain, and a strange light flashed on the surface of the silver mirror, bringing together a scene:
A person covered in sticky black "liquid" sat on a chair, with his back to the window and facing the bed.

Then, the scene changed, and the dressing mirror in the corner of the room vaguely reflected the profile of the black shadow, a profile that was also obscured by "darkness".

But some outlines can be vaguely seen.

The Apostle of Desire has high cheekbones and a pair of cold blue eyes.

Glancing at the image appearing in the silver mirror, Klein immediately showed a thoughtful expression:
"It's so easy to find such an important clue as the appearance. This mirror is very powerful. It also has its own name. It seems to be a living sealed object..." "This kind of thing may not be too harmful, but it is very difficult to seal. It is rarely used unless it is a special case. This member of the Mechanical Heart named Ikanser Bernard seems to have a high status. He should be a deacon, and he himself is not simple..."

"The limit of divination is almost the result presented by the silver mirror just now. Even if I go above the gray fog, I won't get any better results."

"But we can't be sure just by looking at the appearance of the 'Apostle of Desire'. I don't know how many people in Backlund meet this condition..."

As Klein was thinking, the image in the silver mirror quickly faded.

Then, blood-red words were drawn on the mirror:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions. If you lie or cannot answer, you will accept the task I assign or be punished."

"..." Klein raised his eyebrows.

Is this a truth or dare mirror? Interesting...

A few seconds later, a silver-white lightning appeared out of nowhere and struck him on the head.

Zizizi, Ikanser's hair stood up straight, and his body fell down with a bang, with some black smoke coming out.

But the mirror did not fall to the ground with him. Instead, it floated up on its own and landed on the table.

Two seconds later, Ikanser stood up tremblingly with the help of a chair, and then sat there, shaking and gasping for breath.

Klein watched all this in silence, not knowing how to react for a long time.

Ikanser, who had calmed down a little, looked at him and forced a smile and said:
"You should have heard about what the seals are, and you should also know that they all have certain negative effects."

“Yes.” Klein looked at Ikanser’s standing hair and suddenly understood why his previous hairstyle was so fluffy, messy, and stubborn.

Klein couldn't help but say:
"Actually, you can ask it by yourself. There's no need to ask it in front of me."

"Huh, this mirror requires someone to watch." Ikanser was still shaking.

It's really spiritual... Klein took two steps forward and came to the table. He looked at the silver mirror carefully with curiosity. He found that this living sealed object had nothing special except for its strange pattern and two eyes.

Ikanser turned sideways to him and shuddered as he let out a sigh:
"You can also ask it questions, we don't mind."

"No, I don't have that idea." Klein would never play "Truth or Dare" with someone like the Pen Fairy or the Ouija Board.

As he spoke, he tried to touch the edge of the silver mirror.

It felt cold and metallic... Just as Klein had this thought, he saw the ancient silver mirror tremble slightly.

White words quickly appeared on it:
"Your faithful and humble servant Arrodes is at your service."

Klein: ?

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The Dark Saint Xesma has a slight liking for the Abyss Angel - mainly because of the sense of closeness to someone who works as hard as he does, and also because the other party is a slightly familiar collaborator with whom he can communicate normally.

Coupled with many fancy titles such as "Ally of the Lord", "Collaborator for Thousands of Years", "The Greatest Contributor to the Success of God's Descent", "Financial Supporter", etc., the Dark Saint, who has only been a saint for a few hundred years, has great respect for this Demon Angel, and is therefore willing to do his best to help the other party with some things, expressing the sincerity of the Aurora Society.

For example, the Abyss Angel's casualness can be seen in the arrangement of his own ceremonies. Most high-ranking beings would choose a date that has a special mystical relationship with them, and the date chosen by the Abyss Angel is his own birthday - December 12. (Winter Solstice)

At first, Kosma often wondered whether this was a sacrifice or a birthday party for the demon angel every five years.

"You made a sudden visit tonight just for the ritual?"

Therefore, after meeting Edward, Cosma was very surprised. In his impression, the other party never took this matter seriously. It is indeed not an easy task to prepare hundreds of extremely evil souls. Even if given five years, most of the time it will not meet the standards, and sometimes it will be temporarily stopped for various reasons. But the Abyss Angel seemed to not care at all. Whatever was done was done, it was done. It was very easy to talk to. This attitude made people dare not be perfunctory.

"Yes."

Edward sat more casually: "Maybe something will happen this year. I hope it can be done in advance. I will decide the specific time."

In advance... Kesma nodded and replied: "It is already the evening of the 16th. There are only 5 days left until your sacrifice. Everything is in the process of preparation. If you have this request, then we will speed up the process and ensure that you can start immediately when you give us notice."

"Then the characteristics that God promised me after the descent is successful..."

"It was safely escorted to the sealing room last week."

Kosma said, "But its danger level is equivalent to that of a Level 0 Sealed Artifact, and it carries a considerable amount of abyssal contamination, so it is not stored here. We will arrange for someone to fetch it for you when the time comes."

"You can't guarantee what will happen during the transportation. I can go by myself."

The Angel of the Abyss nodded with satisfaction, and asked about the recent situation of the True Creator.

He did not call him by his name, but asked in a friendly manner, "The situation of the Aurora Society seems to have improved. I wonder how the allies are doing recently?"

Faced with such a tone, Xesma certainly had no reason to refuse to answer, but for the sake of the Lord, he still concealed some of his thoughts.

"Since you've asked, I won't hide anything..."

He considered and said, "As you can see, the reputation of the Aurora Society has improved recently. We are all praying wholeheartedly according to the Lord's divine domain, spreading the light of the earth and the gift of the sun for Him. More and more people are willing to join us, and our ranks of compatriots have grown, but many are not devout enough and need more guidance and teaching."

"With your help, the Lord came to the world as a pure child, and the Son and the Holy Spirit became one. This is the greatest miracle."

“His whispers and voices still exist, but they have gradually revealed a benevolent divinity, through which we can more easily listen to the precious knowledge and gospel He has given us. Praise the Lord, and praise His kingdom that is bound to come.”

Aurora will expand in size, attract more people, spread the teachings on a larger scale, and produce anchors in batches, which will stabilize His state.

The voice of the original body far away in the God-forsaken Land still echoes in the ears of everyone on the Secret Prayer Path, proving that this clone who has successfully descended is not yet as powerful as a demigod and cannot compete with the mumbling of his original body... Coupled with the behavior of developing believers on a large scale, it can be known that the current state of the real creator is not very good.

This is really great.

Let this clone slowly decay and die.

“His Kingdom come.”

“His Kingdom come.”

After Xesma closed his eyes, Edward also prayed.

TBC
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