Chapter 81 Who is more heartless than the Outer God?

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Under the sunlight, the malicious hanging figure appeared again in the spiritual vision, quickly overlapping with Mr. A in the alley of the East District, exuding a familiar sense of oppression.

The irritable murmurs that had been lingering in my ears not long ago reappeared again.

However, because most of the original layout of the Eastern District had been destroyed by Yager and the Church of Storms, these ravings seemed vague and ineffective.

but

The next second, the sharp blade in the hand of the black-haired young man opposite him waved a semicircle of silver light from bottom to top!

"Whoosh——"

"boom!!"

The growing flesh and blood and depraved aura on Mr. A's body all shattered in response!

The abilities of Shepherd and Bishop Rose were as fragile as a thin piece of paper under the light of a sword, being easily torn apart in front of the silver light.

Yager tilted his head and avoided the black straight sword and the flying fragments after the armor was cut open.

There was obvious disgust in his deep black eyes.

With the skill's forward swing so long, you really don't think he will wait until the end of the divine descent before attacking, right?

His leather boots hit the ground hard, causing a splash of dirty water. Yager turned around and swung the sickle completely into a circle again.

The dazzling knife flower blooms in Backlund's East District again!

As he got closer and closer, the flesh and blood on Mr. A's body flew out in all directions without any surprise, revealing the white broken bones and the deep-seated hatred in the broken eyeballs.

The black-haired young man cruelly scraped the scarlet putty with a sickle, leaving almost no room for the wildly jumping flesh and blood to move. The sharp sound of the blade scraping against the wall caused all nearby houses to lock their doors and windows.

At this tragic moment when Mr. A was about to step into Zhenzao's footsteps, clear and violent footsteps suddenly came from the eaves above his head.

Yager held the Burial Blade in one hand and looked up silently.

A handsome, strange young man appeared in front of him.

His short hair is light blond, with a few freckles on his cheeks, and he looks young and unworldly. Strangely, under spiritual vision, he exudes two completely different auras.

The young man stood condescendingly on the edge of the masonry of the eaves.

His face was gloomy, and he spoke in a familiar provocative voice: "Damn it, your brain was eaten by a dog? We agreed! You can't stop my Lord from coming!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yager immediately stopped looking carefully at his approach.

This familiar feeling...

It's Medici.

He came to ask questions.

Yager finally moved the gleaming blade away from Mr. A's remaining head, and then casually retracted the handle with a 'click'.

Sticky threads of squirming blood fell to the ground.

"Is it?"

Yager asked back with a disdainful expression: "So, the price of your Lord's coming is the death of everyone in the East District? Become an enemy of the three major churches? Be surrounded and suppressed?"

"If I hadn't stopped your stupid plans twice, East Balam Pier would be littered with corpses by now."

Yes, he is doing it for the ordinary people in the East District, and it is definitely not the reason why Zhenzao chases and scolds him every time he appears.

In fact, Yager was right.

If Ms. Despair's plan goes smoothly, the despair accumulated in the East District will not only be enough for the True Creator to descend on Lanervus, but it will even allow Him to appear in a super high status.

By then, the number of casualties may exceed 200,000.

After hearing what he said, Medici's face split open on the roof, and both of them let out a mocking "Ha!"

The unfinished words of Einhorn and Sauron are:

Look! Even the outer gods are more humane than you!

Who should get off the earth?!

Opposite me, Medici's expression froze as he was being attacked. His angry expression quietly faded away, and finally he became a little unnatural: "This is, ahem, this is an unauthorized operation by a believer, and it has nothing to do with the Lord."

Mr. A, whom he called the "source of all evil," had now turned into small lines of flesh and blood and sneaked away. Because Medici, the number one believer, was here, Yager did not continue to pursue him in the end.

The two of them let their flesh and blood disappear at the end of their field of vision.

It doesn't matter, the Church of the Night is coming to your door soon anyway.

Yager thought calmly.

Returning to the reality in the alley, he turned his eyes, looked at Medici and sneered: "Whatever you say."

"Anyway, Green and I only agreed to try our best to resurrect the Creator for you. The true Creator is not the same as the category of 'Creator', and for me, I have done my best in the current situation."

He said this shamelessly.

This was a temporary "right of interpretation" that he concocted after he tore up the agreement and found that there seemed to be room for manipulation in the contract.

Well, he does try to help.

With all his efforts, he kept the noble character of the Creator from being stained by sin!

The indifferent voice of the black-haired young man echoed in the empty alley.

Tried my best, tried my best.

Under the bright sunlight, Medici's face at the top of the eaves suddenly turned dark, and one word was clearly written on his gritted teeth expression.

'Grass.'

He shouldn't cooperate with anyone Amon knows!

On the other side, Klein is currently in the alley next door, gently shaking the hymn bell.

After getting the bell, he hid in a nearby street with great self-knowledge to avoid being involved in the battle between Yager and Mr. A.

Although Mr. Bishop's strength seems to be able to defeat this sluggish guy.

Klein covered his neck, moved slowly against the wall, and weakly shook the bell in his hand.

I don't know what the principle is, but the hymn bell doesn't need any driving force. Just shaking it can heal his organs that were seriously damaged by the plague, but it takes effect slower than when it is in the hands of Yager himself.

Perhaps the bishop injected strength in advance?

He guessed.

After the rain in Backlund's East District, he finally slowly sat down on the wet steps of the apartment next to him. He rang the bell and waited quietly for his body to fully recover.

The soaked coat was stained with blood and was in direct contact with the dirty steps covered with moss.

Klein felt a wry smile in his heart.

Oh my gosh, this formal suit that cost as much as four pounds is completely useless.

This trip to the East End consumed him too much.

I don’t know what happened to Lanrevus. Judging from the appearance of Mr. Bishop, he must be dead, right?

Otherwise, he will find other opportunities to assassinate.

But that won't be difficult in the case where Aurora is going to take a big hit.

He sighed, his brown eyes reflecting the clear blue sky.

Tomorrow is a new day.

"Da da."

"Cough cough cough! Cough!"

Behind him, there was suddenly the sound of intermittent footsteps and a woman's hoarse cough.

"Mo, Detective Moriarty, is that you?" a familiar middle-aged woman's voice asked cautiously, with hope in her hoarse voice.

Klein turned his head and saw Liv and her daughter Freya after a long absence.

Both of their faces were very pale, and they seemed to have been obviously affected by the plague. Liv's steps were shaky, but she still supported Freya, who was beside her and could no longer walk normally.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Liv tried her best to squeeze out her voice from her almost speechless throat, her eyes filled with tears and deep pleading: "Please, Mr. Detective."

"I saw from the window that you were getting better."

"Can you help save Freya? I'm fine. I can go to the charity hospital by myself. But Freya, oh, nothing can happen to her."

"I can give you money! All our money! Please, save Freya."

"I'm afraid she won't be able to walk."

Her rough left hand held out a heavy money bag filled with trivial coins.

This is all Liv's savings.

Would you rather release two updates in one go at night or update them separately?

(End of chapter)


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