The dark clouds were still thick, reflecting the messy harbor roads below. Broken boats and oars, and completely plowed masonry pavement lay quietly together in the rain.
The rolling sea water gradually calmed down.
【Burial Blade】
[An interesting weapon that once belonged to the original hunter, Gehrman. Its blade is made of meteorite and is rumored to have fallen from heaven.]
[Gehrman must have regarded hunting as a farewell elegy, hoping that his prey could fall into eternal sleep and never wake up again, starting another tragic nightmare. 】
A flickering silver light took over the streets, followed by deep scratches all over the road, spreading downward from the gravel ground where even the bricks were broken!
Lanervus, who had not been completely subdued by the gods, had no power to fight back, and even the long roar with the aura of the evil god could not cause any harm.
In the process of waving the blade, Lanervus wailed, and the shrill screams were mixed with the angry roar of the true creator's unwillingness.
Then slowly stop.
Soon, only three figures could be seen on such a miserable road.
On the east side of the street, there is a silver armor breathing weakly on the ground. And in the center of the west side of the street, there are two figures standing facing each other.
No, the description "two ways" is not quite accurate.
Water droplets flowed down Yager's tall nose, then condensed into a ball on his chin, and dripped downward from the air.
Then it trembled and landed on a ball of minced meat.
The shabby leather boots that Yager specially selected have been completely scrapped and sunk deeply into the ground among the constantly trembling flesh and blood. Most of these scarlet parts are lifeless, and only one or two pieces with the aura of the evil god are still beating dyingly.
This lump of meat once had a wanted poster, and it was called Scammer Lanerwus.
"clang--"
The bright silver sword light, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, passed through a trembling intestine and nailed into the ground!
The end of the intestines seemed to be wailing, tensely raised to the sky for a moment, and finally fell completely and feebly, turning back into ordinary corpse fragments.
Where did this piece of the right leg of the statue of the True Creator come from?
Yager thought about it casually as he continued to destroy the great cause.
In just three minutes, the vessel of the true Creator, the insidious and cunning Lanervus, had become a dead soul under the scythe, completely losing the possibility of being descended by the gods.
In fact, it probably only took him thirty seconds to lose this.
The remaining two minutes are due to Yager's conscientious corpse dismemberment operation to ensure that the resilience shown by the True Creator cannot regenerate Lanervus' severed limbs.
Unless three thousand pieces of Lingchi earthworms can be turned into three thousand new earthworms, Lanerwus should really be dead.
By the way, in order to ask for information about the mastermind behind the scenes, he even left a head.
Hmm? Where's the head?
The black-haired young man who was plowing the field was startled when he happened to find Lanrewus' head flowing downward from the edge of his field of vision, along with the rainwater in the stinking ditch.
Because of the remaining influence of the true Creator, his brain is not completely dead yet.
The twisted face showed shock, numbness, and unwillingness, bouncing on the stone and rolling away.
Yager straightened up, walked twice on the dark red mud carpet with his leather boots, and slowly approached in that direction.
There is nothing left except the head.
So no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't go anywhere.
His dark eyes quietly watched Lanervus's dying struggle.
The head covered with red blood, with eyes full of hope, stared at the slow-moving young man from a distance, as if expecting the other party to let him go.
"boom!"
The silver spear tip went all out and blasted through the remaining head of Lanervus viciously, and even the red and white brains were evaporated in the silver light!
Leonard Mitchell, wearing 1-42, climbed to the west side of the street at some point.
From the other end to here, the trail he dragged left a long trail of blood on the ground.
The silver armored helmet fell from his delicate cheek, revealing a smile of joy and sadness: "Hahahahaha!"
Leonard laughed loudly in the quiet harbor.
He looked at Lanervus's corpse-less head and finally confirmed that that hateful, always mocking expression would never appear in this world again!
The water in his green eyes trembled for a moment, and then could no longer be hidden in his eyes.
Two tears fell down his cheeks.
"Captain Klein. I have avenged you."
Faint sobs echoed in the ruins where the Creator God descended.
Anyway, no matter what, the war at the port is over.
Tens of seconds later, Pales Zoroaster's old voice stopped Leonard's remaining emotions.
"Mitchell, it's okay."
These two sentences finally pulled Leonard out of the memories of the past and returned to reality.
The pain in various parts of the body, dizziness, and the aftereffects from wearing Sealed Artifact 1-42 for a near-limit time all came back after he was completely relaxed, making Leonard's expression immediately distorted.
"hiss"
I had never felt such pain just now.
He took a deep breath and struggled to untie the arm armor on his hands.
Then belatedly, he finally spotted the black-haired young man walking in front of him.
There was a hint of confusion in the other party's indifferent expression. After losing his previous arrogance, he looked like a student coming and going at the entrance of Loon National Central University.
But Leonard didn't lose his memory.
Just ten seconds ago, he tore into pieces a container that was being affected by the divine descending.
Or as it's more likely to be called.
Him.
"What should I say?" Leonard looked up with difficulty against the rain and asked in a low voice.
Pales' hoarse voice sounded in his heart.
"Say 'we surrender'."
Relying on the power of the brass key, Klein walked carefully through the streets of the East District, falling far behind Mr. A and Ms. Despair who were heading towards the port.
His brain was racing, trying to find a way to prevent the two from successfully carrying out their so-called "plan".
Notify the church? Call the police?
It doesn't seem necessary. Judging from the huge commotion in the East District, these forces should have known about the accident here for a long time.
The sky suddenly fell into a brief calm.
"No, no. Lord, I have failed you!" Mr. A suddenly broke out into loud cries, wailing sharply in the direction of the port.
Because of the excessive movement, his golden hair slipped out of the camouflage hood.
The desperate lady next to her didn't need to see her face, but she could tell that she had a gloomy expression and stopped right after her.
The movement of the two people rushing there suddenly stopped.
It's no longer necessary.
Even Klein can receive such a signal.
After a brief burst of intense oppression, it ended as abruptly as when it appeared.
Only the remnants of the past breath are left floating in the air.
Obviously, the Aurora Society's plan went bankrupt again.
Klein in the shadow breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling very happy.
Very good, just keep it up like this. He sincerely wishes that the Aurora Society will never succeed.
It's better not to even try.
However, the reality of the situation caused him to freeze in the air halfway through his relaxing movements.
Mr. A cried and knelt directly on the ground, raising his hands in the air: "The Lord's plan to come has failed. It's all my fault! I have to make up for it myself."
"Oh! Lord, please give me another chance! I sincerely pray for your arrival!"
"Let our actions bring you glory in this land!"
After hearing these words, Klein in the distance stiffened silently.
A few seconds later, he walked four steps backwards on the ground, entered a state of gray fog, and frantically dialed a number on a certain crimson star.
Are you there? Are there any extraordinary items for loan? Can you rush over to save me?
Waiting online, urgent!!!
(End of chapter)
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