Based on the information reported by Miss Justice, Klein came to the west side of East Balam Pier, but unfortunately Lanervus was no longer there.
But he didn't come up short.
Because Mr. A, who arrived at the same time, was also looking for Lanerwus.
As for why Klein knew the other party's identity.
In a muddy alley, a woman with a curvy figure could be seen even though she was wrapped in a black robe. She was standing in the corner, asking a man next to her in a sharp tone.
"Mr. A, what are your people doing?"
After hearing these words, Klein, who was about to walk through the alley and head to the noisy place in the distance, stopped suddenly, immediately lowered his body, and quietly blended into the shadows next to him.
He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the conversation over there.
After a brief silence, a deep voice rang out: "They had other things to do."
"If it hadn't been for your temporary request to speed up the progress, we wouldn't have been so passive. It was your plan that was too hasty."
This should be Mr. A of the Aurora Society who assassinated the ambassador last time.
Plan? What plan.
Klein frowned and silently grabbed the simple brass-colored key on his body.
In my ears, the anger in the soft and melodious female voice seemed to have subsided a little, and she said helplessly: "There is nothing we can do about this."
"The things we did left some traces. We happened to encounter Backlund's accidents one after another, and the church's reputation tightened. If the cleanup of the East District is not completed within these two days, the matter may be exposed."
"So, considering your Lordship, fully helping us will only be mutually beneficial."
Mr. A said indifferently: "As long as we can welcome the return of the Lord, we will not be timid even if we are hunted by all forces."
"Our senior members have"
The next second, Ms. Despair and Mr. A suddenly stopped talking and looked to the west stiffly.
In an instant, Klein felt a familiar sense of oppression, coming from the direction of the port not far away!
The lights went out from far to near, inch by inch.
The breath is degradation, despair, -
True Creator!
He bit his lower lip tightly to prevent his turbulent emotions from causing any accidents. In his clenched fists, his nails dug deeply into the flesh.
Klein's brown eyes revealed confusion and anger.
Damn it! What kind of evil fate is this!
The Aurora Society was so awesome in front of him again!
At the port of East Balam Wharf, Yager had a gloomy face, staring across a wall at the location of Lanrewus on the opposite side.
Should we abide by the contract and allow the Creator to come?
Or tear up the regulations and intercept the divine descending ceremony that is about to take shape.
He fell into silence.
However, in just a few seconds, the silver armor facing the container of the true Creator had changed its appearance.
Leonard, who was controlling 1-42, was covered in blood, and blood was constantly spurting out from his eyes, mouth and nose inside the armor, trickling down from the gaps.
The tip of the spear faced Lanerwus who was crying and laughing at the same time, and in the terrifying atmosphere that made it difficult to move, it pierced directly into the flesh and blood statue of the true Creator.
It was as if Don Quixote was facing the windmill of destiny.
The silver light of the spear scraped a series of hideous wounds on Lan Erwusi's flesh, and one of the swords almost pierced the man's fragile throat.
Blood spattered violently on the sticky masonry.
But, this is just in vain.
Lanervus's wound slowly squirmed and healed again in an instant.
The figure that almost overlapped with this body let out a malicious roar after feeling the attack. Incomparable power then descended on the East District, turning the entire street of the port up and down!
Next to it, the roaring waves of the Suniya Sea roared, violently breaking the ground in the rain!
Leonard's tiny figure was directly thrown away.
Under the impact, his smooth forehead felt uncontrollable dizziness. Blood continuously poured out from his black hair and seeped into his eyes, making the world in front of him scarlet.
He was groggy and could barely control his body.
Even the state of Pales in his body is extremely dangerous. Just now, he stole many attacks from the True Creator and has become extremely weak and can no longer provide any help.
The violent storm destroyed the neighboring east side houses, and screams of despair and terror were heard from inside.
Buildings can no longer shelter them.
Will there be no one to protect them?
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Just when Leonard was about to hit the ground unprepared, a pale hand caught him from behind, easily removing the force of the Creator's attack, allowing the weak Red Glove to look up with difficulty.
On the right, a certain figure saved him.
Leonard's already misty eyes reflected the image of the other party.
The young man with black hair and black eyes has an indifferent expression, and his soft-lined facial features show sharp arrogance, seeming to despise the world more than the evil god in the distance.
The sickle dancing in the hand is like the fangs of death!
"Forget it, I thought about it, you are still more suitable to be an enemy." Yager, who was bathed in the rain, said in a low voice, let go of his left hand that was supporting Leonard, and let the silver armor fall gently to the ground.
Then he stamped his leather boots on the ground with all his strength and rushed forward.
The thin figure crossed the long street in an instant!
The next second, under Lan Ervus' shocked and painful eyes, a figure with a scythe suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the arc-shaped cold blade was pulled behind him, becoming the only light in the dark sky.
Yager looked down at him condescendingly.
His eyes were like looking at a dead person.
The half-arc long blade suddenly fell!
The silver knife shadow weaves into blooming ferocious flowers, simultaneously cutting out several cold arcs of light surrounding the figure on the pier, and then quickly spreads outward.
Even the water droplets falling from the sky were torn into two parts.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"
Following Lanervus's shrill scream, blood exploded shockingly on the dock, and the flesh and blood dyed all the blocks within ten meters red!
The attack released devastating power.
Lanruth's chest was completely hollowed out!
In the suburbs, Ince Zangwill looked at the paper in front of him with a pale face.
The black and white fonts above read:
"During the heavy rain, Bishop Rose of the Aurora Order neglected the cunning Lanerwus for a moment, allowing him to seize the opportunity and pounce on the red-gloved Leonard Mitchell who had just dealt with the 'Apostle of Desire'."
(Trace of alteration, trace of invalidation of alteration)
"No matter what, even though Lanervus was attacked frontally by Sealed Artifact 1-42, due to the sudden increase in desperation in Backlund's East District due to the influence of the "Corn Act", the True Creator already had room to descend."
"The affected Lanerwus was forced to decide to use his power in advance to deal with the crisis that may pose a threat. This is very reasonable."
"And Leonard Mitchell. Leonard Mitchell abnormally escaped the terrifying attack, and a mystery appeared on him. He strangely successfully attacked the container Lanerwus!"
(Angry paper torn, large ink marks)
"But under the crushing force given by the true Creator, Leonard Mitchell fell into a disadvantage, and the East End's plan is still proceeding smoothly."
(a strange blank space)
pause.
0-08 slowly and firmly wrote a line of terrifying words.
"At three o'clock in the afternoon, Backlund time, the divine descending on Lanervus is no longer possible."
"Ince Zangwill's plan failed completely."
(End of chapter)
This chapter has been completed!