At the Dock of Dongbailang, Yagel, who had been completely wearing a bloody vest, looked at Leonard silently, tremblingly speaking, "We surrender" words.

The term "we" is very clear.

The church members with a poet-like romantic temperament flashed with the temperament similar to Amon that he had seen in the church last time.

It was the angel who was absolutely fooled.

This is why he took a little risk and rushed out and chopped the Creator into meat paste.

"If I said I was a nightmare, wouldn't the church investigate me?" Yagel swung his sickle casually and folded the protruding shank, turning it into a short-handled weapon again.

He began to get upset about how to deal with the problem.

"What? You, no, are you?" Leonard asked confusedly, "Maybe not."

When did their night church have such violent followers? Aren’t everyone assisting?

It is more reliable to say that you are the follower of the storm next door.

"Of course." Opposite, Yagel, who was questioned, took out the scarlet night emblem from his pocket again.

The emblem exudes a calm and peaceful atmosphere as always, but it looks very strange when it is covered with the remaining flesh and blood of Ranhös.

It is indeed the aura of a goddess.

Leonard, who had been a believer in the night for more than twenty years, felt a heartfelt trance for the first time.

"Well, anyway, this matter is left to deal with. It's best to put the problem of solving Ranelus on your own, don't expose the traces of my visit, do you understand?"

The black-haired young man gave orders without conscience.

Then he seemed to remember something, lowered his head gently and leaned into Leonard's ear.

"Otherwise I can only ask monocles to say hello to you."

Leonard and Pales Soloasde in his body showed a shocked expression, and his already dissipated pupils almost lost their focal length!

?!?

‘Miss ahhhhhhhhhhh!’

Seeing the other party's tongue-tied expression, Yagel nodded with satisfaction.

I don't know what Green did to the two poor people this week.

A few minutes later, after explaining the follow-up, Yagel fluently threw the matter behind his head, left the bloody scene, and embarked on the road of covering the ears next to the mechanical heart.

As for the blood-stained clothes.

Well, this is all the result of the battle between the 'Apostle of Desire' and Leonard, that's it.

The heavy rain was still falling, and it seemed to be more dense than a few minutes ago. The doors and windows on both sides of the street were tightly closed, demonstrating the fear of residents.

Sometimes, people can be heard vaguely in trembling prayers.

Just as Yagel crossed the corner, layers of gray mist suddenly enveloped him, and a figure with his hands folded in front of him was drawn.

It's Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

An anxious illusion sounded in his ear: "Mr. Bishop, can you ask if you have any powerful extraordinary items to lend? Or can I pay the price please help me solve a few cultists immediately?"

"I can trade with you with a message that desecrates the slate!"

Profane slate?

Yagel paused and raised his eyebrows with a lot of nature.

A few days ago, when Medic paid the contract price, in addition to explaining various extraordinary objects and history in the Quaternary period, he also mentioned a blasphemy card that appeared around him because of the law of extraordinary aggregation.

It is said that it was made by Rossel Gustav.

Belongs to the ‘Red Priest’ path.

According to his current research, this stone slab is very useful for understanding extraordinary things. If you can get the piece related to the moon or night.

"Which path is it?" Yagel asked before the gray fog.

"I don't know exactly. However, I'm sure its current location is in the Rossell Memorial Exhibition in the center of the city." Klein gritted his teeth and said the message directly.

Because the desperate lady in front of him had already had a bad tendency.

There is no time to discuss it again.

"I promise to take it in three days. Things are very urgent now! The Aurora will probably plan a second attack after the descent of God!"

Aurora Club?

It's you again!

After a brief thought, Yagel nodded speechlessly.

"Can."

Once, there is another one after another, endlessly.

Aurora Club, you do trouble every day, and you deserve to be given to the night church as a result!

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, put down his hands clasped, and his eyes were still staring at Mr. A and the lady beside him kneeling and crying.

What exactly is the plan they are talking about?

However, even if he didn't know the specifics, Klein was sure they would cause widespread casualties in the East Side.

Mr. A's successful assassination of the ambassador shows that he is at least a middle-sequel.

He waited solemnly and anxiously for the support agreed by the Bishop.

Speaking of which, the bishop's support speed should be very reliable. He still remembers the other party suddenly appeared in the carriage.

There should be some kind of teleportation skill.

Come quickly, come quickly.

Klein always pays attention to his back.

It was indeed from the corner of the street that I saw a figure soon appeared...

Come here!

A black-haired young man bathed in blood quietly turned into the alley from the corner of the street, even his slender black eyelashes were covered with some minced meat.

It was the bishop who agreed to the request.

The rich bloody smell on the other person, the breath of the real Creator mixed with, made what he just did self-evident-

What a good guy, you will kill him!

Even teleportation was useless, so I ran over directly!

Your venue is really timely!

The four big words "It turns out to be you" kept circulating in his mind. Klein's eyes unconsciously magnified and widened.

“…?”

Yagel, who had just arrived, looked at the expression of a detective "Maomao was surprised.jpg" and tilted his head in confusion.

Why this expression?

A few minutes ago, he started the teleportation and found Sherlock next door...

Teleportation is slower than walking over.

At the intersection of the East District, two people looked at each other in confusion.

However, this is not the most noticeable scene here.

A few meters away, beside Mr. A who was wailing, the delicate and despair lady had raised her hands.

An invisible extraordinary fluctuation came from her.

The unknown mist shrouded in the sky above the East District.

The air seemed to be condensed into particles in an instant, causing the breathing duct to sound painfully. Every ups and downs were as if it was breathing!

Klein hurriedly covered his throat and couldn't help but make a sharp cough.

"Ahem...hem..."

There seemed to be mucus in his mouth solidifying. The next second, Klein couldn't help but vomited a piece of green blood mixed with!

"History will remember this moment!" The despair's clear voice exuded the witch-like hideousness and malice.

Her confidence made her even disdain to turn her head to see where the cough sounds came from.

The desperate lady raised her hands high, allowing her fair and rosy arms to be exposed from her black robe. The hood fell down, revealing her stunning face.

Her lips were round and her nose was straight and she looked like an elf who had fallen into the mortal world.

"Bakland's smog incident..."

Then, a short dagger directly nailed her smooth forehead!

The terrifying speed and force made it make a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
To be continued...