The world fell into silence for a moment. Klein stared blankly at Lanervus, who was looking down at him in mid-air, and the spirituality flowing within him gradually boiled.
Boom!
The windows on the second floor of the dilapidated building were closed tightly with a muffled sound like an explosion, and Lanerwus had disappeared from Klein's sight.
He subconsciously wanted to chase, but he still restrained his impulse. After helping Evan up in the mud, his leg muscles bulged rapidly, and he was about to reach the entrance of the stairs in a few steps.
With the support of the "Joker"'s powerful athletic ability, Klein, who was carrying a chain-blade cane, kept supporting himself on the railing with his left hand, tumbling his body, and reached the second floor in a few moves.
Spirituality surged wildly, and the "substitute" worn on his right hand turned on silently. In the dim vision, dark and illusory filaments appeared out of thin air, clearly outlining Lanerwus who was relaxing and leaning on the edge of the bed in the room.
"Filth." Klein muttered the harsh and difficult-to-speak ancient Hermes language. He tapped the thumb of his right hand and exerted force with his left hand. The part under the gold-inlaid head of the chain-blade cane fell off instantly, and the coldness of the blade bloomed with spirituality.
of brilliance.
On the staff, which was still wrapped in rags, the cursive text written in Hermetic script flashed away, and the smell of sulfur and filth spread.
"Maliciousness should always be in a cage."
But now, it's out of the cage.
The long whip composed of blades was swung, and the crimson flame attached to the chain blade made a sudden explosion, and the ajar wooden door suddenly broke into pieces and wooden thorns.
The facial features have changed drastically, and his expression is no longer as calm as it was in Tingen. Instead, he looks a little crazy. Lanerwus is squatting on the headless female corpse on the bed, his lips pressed against her abdomen,
Intoxicated with the mellow blood.
Klein, who was already standing in the room, was not as impulsive as he imagined. The "substitute" in his right hand gradually became active, but he has not tried to control Lanerwus' spiritual body thread for a long time, and even could only carry it with his hand at this time.
The flaming whip confronted him from a distance, watching him destroy the corpse wantonly.
I will die, I will die. If I touch his spiritual body thread now, I will definitely die... From the perspective of the "Puppet Master" alone, Lanerwus' spiritual body thread proliferates
There were masses of sticky darkness, and even several spiritual body threads had been glued to each other and bifurcated abnormally.
Klein's spiritual intuition was going off like crazy at this time, and the expression on his face that was not wearing a human skin mask was almost out of control.
He was shaking and scared. The trembling in his body came from instinctive fear and fear!
All this will even overwhelm the horror and sadness deep in his memory!
At this time, what is entrenched in Lanruth's spirit is the breath of the true Creator!
"Oh, it turns out it's you, lovely Nighthawk." Lanervus, who put on his gold glasses again, raised his head, looked at it hesitantly for a while, couldn't help but sneer, and nodded exaggeratedly.
After the Tingen incident broke out, he paid special attention to relevant reports. In the newspapers at that time, there were photos of the "police officers who died heroically in the line of duty" in Tingen, including Dunn Smith and Klein Moretti.
Although before today's action, Klein took off the human skin mask that he usually used to hide his identity, he did use primitive makeup technology to complete the disguise well.
However, just as "Soothsayer" Klein can recognize Lanervus, whose appearance has changed a lot through a unclear photo, as a "thief", he naturally uses the help of spirituality to recognize Lan Erwusi.
Out came the unlucky guy who had been fooled to death by him.
Lanerwus, who had been transformed by the breath of the true creator and had fleshy sprouts squirming on the surface of his body, slowly stood up and looked at Klein, who was shaking with rage but unable to take any real action, and said "kindly":
"Thank you for letting me use it again. In fact, I didn't expect it to happen like this. The fate is really magical."
He raised his arms like a poet, with his hands slightly bent. Together with his upright body, under the thin sunlight that penetrated the lead clouds, he looked like a saint hanging on the cross, a sufferer.
"I will not kill you today. Although you are as humble as an insect in front of the true Creator, I will not kill you."
"Go report it to the church and tell your goddess that there is a breeding ground for an evil god here. He is about to emerge from his cocoon and disaster is about to strike. And you will all be the witnesses who are lucky enough to sit in the first row. Celebrate."
Lanerwus smiled crazily, and his brown pupils gradually turned scarlet.
Suddenly, he stopped laughing wildly, cast his gaze infatuatedly, looked at Klein's face whose expression was completely obscured by shadows, and said "confused":
"By the way, have you been expelled from the church, although I don't know why, and although I don't know if you accepted the gift like me?"
"But a person who comes back from the dead will only be dragged to the court no matter what he thinks. You won't. You are already a 'dead person', right?"
"Lervus!" After a brief silence, a crimson flame pierced the air, accompanied by a heart-rending roar, and hit the corpse standing, as if from the dismembered corpse.
The birth of Lanruth.
Klein's expression was distorted to the extreme, and the ridicule from his enemies almost became the last straw that crushed him. In his rage, he abandoned the philosophy he had always insisted on, and swung the sharp chain blade mercilessly towards the corpses of innocent people.
Snapped!
The chain blade, which exuded the smell of sulfur and curse, was firmly embedded in the spine of the corpse on the bed. The scalding high temperature steamed the grease on the fresh flesh of the corpse, emitting a tooth-piercing tingling sound, and the oily
The bubbles keep boiling.
Lanerwus, whose senses had been strengthened, had already jumped off the bed before the attack arrived. There was still a familiar sneer on his face. When Klein was unable to withdraw his weapon, he pounced on him like lightning.
After being enhanced by granulation, his arms that doubled in size instantly struck like air hammers. With his "Joker" ability and excellent dynamic vision, Klein subconsciously wanted to withdraw the chain blade.
But the spine of the dead body was so hard that it got stuck in the gaps between dozens of blades connected by steel wires, making it difficult to pull it out.
In the flash of lightning, Klein suddenly gave up the weapon in his hand, raised his left hand tightly to the cane to his chest, and retracted the right hand wearing the "substitute" to his lower abdomen, bending his fingers in the shape of a revolver.
boom!
A punch like a battering ram instantly broke Klein's forearm, and his left shoulder and elbow also fell off.
With blood already flowing from the corner of his mouth, Klein endured the pain and opened his trembling lips slightly.
boom.
Accompanied by inaudible onomatopoeia, air bullets compressed to the extreme were shot out ruthlessly. The first shot only left a patch of black and blue on Lanerwus' skin, but the second and third shots
, the fourth shot, until the fifth shot.
Klein took advantage of the opponent's hands being blocked by his sacrificial left arm for less than two seconds, his lips wriggled crazily, and he made a series of onomatopoeias that were almost like humming. Five air bullets came one after another, completely swaying Lan.
A big hole was blasted out of Ervus' abdomen.
"Ah!" The traumatized Lanervus roared, the scarlet in his eyes became more intense, and his movements became sluggish.
But he still took advantage of the last moment when his thinking was clear, changed his hand position, held Klein's dislocated left arm tightly, swung it hard, threw him out of the room, and watched him roll down the stairs.
Before his eyes were completely occupied by madness and indifference, he clung to the doorframe like a drowning man in the ocean and screamed with all his strength:
"I will not reveal my actions to them, Klein Moretti. If you are still a man, go report it to the church and let those stupid lackeys challenge me. I am the true Creator, I am the incarnation of God!"
On Lanervus' arm, the black flesh buds were constantly squirming, and the veins hidden under the skin almost swelled to the size of a small snake, and the bloodthirsty scarlet temporarily replaced his will.
Suddenly, Lanerwus, who still had traces of pain on his face, regained his composure. His dull eyes were extremely cold. He took two steps forward gently and looked down at him. He fell between the stairs and was tortured by pain and impact.
Klein lost consciousness, his lips slightly opened.
But in the end, He still didn't say anything. Instead, he raised his right hand familiarly and slowly outlined an upside-down cross pattern on his chest.
Then, it retreated into the shadows again.
In the room on the second floor of the dilapidated building, a headless female corpse with mutilated limbs lay quietly on the broken bed. The chain blade stuck on the spine and burning continuously had disappeared. There was no living life on the entire second floor.
On the contrary, next to the unconscious Klein, the chain blade of the staff was carefully closed and placed in his right palm by an unknown being. The inscription written in Hermes was shining with a light red light.
............
Backlund East District, Dock Trade Union Office.
An old man wearing a shirt, vest, and three-piece formal suit was standing alone on the road opposite the dock union. His blue eyes, which seemed to contain various emotions, were silently staring at the two-story building opposite.
Skilled workers coming off work come and go.
He stood in the torrent of blue and gray. His existence seemed to have become indifferent and he had blended into the surrounding environment. But even though he was so out of place, it was difficult for him to attract attention, or no one noticed at all.
Although he could not be seen, the people passing by tacitly avoided this old man whose clothes were neat and completely inconsistent with the surrounding environment.
Hvin Rambis, who used "psychological invisibility" to deprive most of the workers of his own existence, waited silently, his eyes turning into a pale gold at some point.
Across the road, Lanerwus, who was wearing a worker's uniform and had bronze skin, was dragging himself back to the dock union dejectedly. Behind him, two members of the Aurora Society followed closely, with their hands hanging in the air.
, trembling constantly. The two of them were obviously extremely afraid that he would escape again, but they did not dare to put their hands on each other's body at this time.
In the emotionless golden vertical pupils, a dazzling darkness is spreading with Lanerwus' footsteps, gradually covering the surrounding air, soil, and even the sky.
"Huh?" Feeling a stinging pain, Lanerwus turned his head subconsciously, his brown eyes revealing endless exhaustion.
He looked up and saw that there were only workers passing by in a hurry on the other side of the road, nothing more ordinary than that.