Sealed Artifact 1-42, Crazy Armor, this is the name of the extraordinary item on Leonard Mitchell who is chasing the 'Apostle of Desire'. As a Level 1 Sealed Artifact, it once caused the death of 100,000 people.
At this moment, the blood-stained spear tip of the silver armor has locked onto the fleeing shadow.
"Old man, who do you think this armor once belonged to?"
Leonard's green eyes were hidden behind the shadows of steel patterns, making his expression unclear.
Because it locked onto the enemy, the silver armor trembled with excitement.
"I don't know." Pales Zoroaster's hoarse voice sounded in Leonard's mind. The strange thing was that he was more tired now than he was a few days ago.
"But the blood on it once belonged to an ancient god."
"Ancient God? Which one?" Leonard asked curiously.
Pales didn't answer.
Raindrops pattered against the armor, making the coldness inside even worse.
"Forget it if you don't say it." The romantic red glove made a sound.
"You are becoming more and more rude, boy." Pales' voice was filled with helplessness, "There are some news that you'd better not know. Whatever is said must be known."
The conversation between the two came to an end.
Leonard did not refute and fell into silence. However, it was not because his conscience discovered or realized anything.
But the enemy is about to be caught.
His heavily armored figure flashed through the alley at an inhuman speed, completely violating the well-known rules. It got closer and closer to the position perceived by the armor, and the tip of the gun in his hand kept trembling.
But when Leonard saw the enemy in front of him clearly, he realized something was wrong.
Jason Beria is a Sequence Five ‘Apostle of Desire’. He committed a serious crime in the center of the city and escaped unscathed. He is extremely difficult to deal with.
But why is there only a shadow left of him now, and he still looks like he is about to die?!
On the streets of the East District, the Nighthawk under the silver armor suddenly faltered a few times and even tilted his head blankly, fully demonstrating the deep confusion in the heart of the wearer.
"..."
This scene was caught in the eyes of the black-haired young man across the room, and he couldn't help but think of certain conversations.
The Sequence Five we are chasing today is missing an entire body. Do you have any clues about this?
Damn, how do I know!
Wearing a bloody beret, Yager wiped his face, pretended to be nonchalant and hid in the shadow of the building, watching the progress over there from a distance.
If the armor failed to kill Belial, he would be the one to finish it off.
The blood-stained windbreaker has been thrown away, and now Yager is only wearing a thin vest, revealing the 'Eveline' pistol strapped to his waist.
Silver bullets that can damage shadows are already loaded.
However, what he doesn't know is that the person he needs to deal with may not be the dying Jason Belial.
On the other side, in front of the dock at East Balam Wharf, Leonard Mitchell was wearing shining silver armor, with a large stain of solidified blood diagonally downwards from his left shoulder, exuding an eerie beauty.
Above his right hand, which has a carved armguard, a silver spear is held high.
A few meters away, Beria's shadow was still running away, trembling away from the direction of the person with extraordinary characteristics who frightened him.
He looked at the boundless Suniya Sea, as if he saw light and hope.
"boom!"
A slight popping sound sounded on the dock.
Countless silver lights burst out from within the shadow, like blooming fireworks, blooming in the dense raindrops!
The Sequence Five ‘Apostle of Desire’ didn’t even have a chance to scream.
he died.
This is just a casual blow from a level 1 sealed object.
The cold armor slowly stopped under the dark sky, walking towards the remaining remains of the opponent, waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to be released.
By the way, we have to get the rest of the Red Gloves to come over quickly, the time is almost up.
Leonard thought this, relaxed his tense muscles, and prepared to raise his voice to call his companions.
At this very moment——
"careful!"
Pales Zoroaster's shout rang in his ears.
The pupils of the green eyes under the helmet shrank to pinpoints almost instantly!
Leonard Mitchell turned his head urgently at an unprecedented speed, picked up his spear and faced the attacker behind him!
A gentle man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, clenching his fists with a ferocious expression, trying to hit the armor with an aura that was familiar and shuddering that Leonard had never felt before.
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be always raised, always holding a sarcastic smile.
Lanruth!
Leonard's eyes widened.
Shock, anger, sadness, and hatred all came to his mind, almost making him lose control.
The former Nighthawk, who was wearing silver armor, aimed at the man in front of him without hesitation, and didn't even have time to discern why the other man's frail body could exude such a powerful aura.
He just wants revenge!
The power of 1-42 instantly killed Lanerwus who was behind and tried to hold him back, but now he turned into a 'giant' who rushed forward to block the knife, blasting his two-meter-high body into a pile of minced meat!
"No!!"
The 'giant''s torn throat was squeezed out with an unwilling roar, but there was no fear, but it seemed that there were changes in the outcome that he sincerely expected.
The characteristics of Bishop Rose caused the corpse to tremble on the ground for a while.
A silver light suddenly appeared, illuminating Leonard's face twisted with anger behind the shadow of the armor.
However, Lanerwus in front of him was unscathed.
"How is that possible?" he murmured in disbelief.
Behind the house, Yager, who was peering in the shadows, also narrowed his eyes and quietly moved his right hand to the trigger.
All the people who had fled because of the fighting had hid in the building. Now, only the silver armor and the man were left standing face to face on the pier.
"Why do you think I can live until now? Oh! He deceived me! He used me!" Lanerwus roared crazily in the rain.
"He treated me like a damn vessel!"
His glasses had fallen to the ground, leaving a spiderweb-like trail of fragments.
His shirt was torn under the attack, exposing his inner parts, his naked upper body
There is no skin between the chest and abdomen, only dark red flesh that seems to have been dug out. They are gathered together, intertwined, and intertwined to form a hanging figure!
True Creator!
Suddenly, all the gas lamps that were glowing in the rain went out, plunging the entire area into rainy gloom.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying aura exploded outwards with Lanerwus as the center, showing a kind of aloof looking down at the creatures, unable to resist the terrifying pressure that could not be faced.
That is the breath of God!
In the sky above the East District, the invisible extraordinary mist is connected to the flesh and blood. The pain, despair, and indignation around him are constantly nourishing this body, leaving him only a thin line away from his true arrival.
Looking at this scene, the corners of Yager's mouth suddenly straightened into a straight line.
This is the true Creator.
Unfortunately, he just signed a contract with Medici a few days ago——
'Both parties must work together fully to help the Creator return to the world.'
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!