Dunn, who had just passed the transfer, limped forward, and the darkness behind him was extremely dense.
Today is his lucky day, and his spiritual intuition is telling him that Lanrevus is ahead.
Fortunately, I put on the mask in advance... Klein was stunned for a moment after being misidentified, and then he immediately recovered, turned around without hesitation, and ran backwards.
He felt a familiar smell from this mysterious man who suddenly appeared. It was the smell that the captain had emitted when he used the ashes of Saint Selina.
In his opinion, this person is most likely the elite force in the church - Red Glove.
He didn't want to conflict with the people of the Goddess Church.
At the same time, Dunn, who was unable to catch up quickly, saw the man wearing a clown mask trying to escape, and subconsciously activated the darkness behind him. Several smooth threads shot out, and the "Nightmare" ability was quietly released.
Whoosh whoosh!
A picture flashed in the mind of Klein, who was running. His body moved faster than he could think. He rubbed his right hand and decisively flew a few cards backwards, while throwing his left hand backwards. His body turned in the air, and his eyes met the "Night Watch" behind him.
"who" intersect.
Is he planning to fight head-on?
Dunn quickly glanced at the chain-blade cane in the opponent's hand. With a change of thought, the slippery silk thread in the air easily cut through the cards with thin spiritual flames trailing on the tail. It changed its path, and as if it was alive again, turned in the air and headed towards Klein.
Pierce away.
Snapped!
Faced with life-threatening threads shot from all directions, Klein, who was wearing a clown mask, reacted extremely calmly and snapped his fingers in a familiar manner.
At a moderate distance from Dunn, a piece of spirally falling playing cards suddenly burst into flames. Klein jumped out of it nimbly, and the chain-blade cane that had been reattached to its shell plunged deeply into the ground. The clown in mid-air used the fulcrum to shrink his waist.
From his belly, more cards were thrown out as he fell, one of which plunged straight into Lanrevus' head that had been kicked to pieces in the corner.
During this whole process, Dunn barely reacted. The only two smooth silk threads left beside him were always one step slower than the opponent's movements, making it difficult to really hit the target. It was as if the clown had already predicted the future!
boom!
Klein fell from the air, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and raised his head sharply. The clown mask covering his face faced Dunn directly, showing his bright smile.
He snapped his fingers again, and a ball of flame came out of his pocket and engulfed his figure.
A few smooth silk threads tentatively passed through, and the orange-red flame was easily torn apart and slowly dissipated, but Dunn could no longer feel the presence of the mysterious man just now.
However, he has confirmed that that person is definitely not Lanerwus, or even a member of the Aurora Society.
As his eyes swept across the scene that had many new traces of battle, Dunn could clearly see the headless corpse on the ground that was bare-chested and still had deep red marks on its chest.
He turned his head slightly to the left, and sure enough, he saw a completely broken head on the card that the clown had just thrown farthest, with brains and blood scattered on the floor.
"Secret Order?" Listening to the chaotic sounds that gradually became clearer from a distance, Dunn frowned slightly and thoughtfully held the characteristics of the "Secret Order" in his coat pocket, his face covered by shadows.
There was a moment of distortion, and the whole person suddenly merged into the nearby darkness, becoming compatible with the shadows.
The creeping shadow slowly rose and fell, gently brushing over Lanerwus' body, picking up the remaining items on his body, and fled away.
The darkness that was brought nearby returned to normal. On top of this miserable corpse, among the tarot cards covering the chest, a "World" card slowly turned over and intersected with the "Tower" that was also face up.
Echoes.
...
About a minute later, the noisy footsteps got closer and closer. After turning the corner, figures finally found this place. Most of them were wearing thick black windbreakers, and only one or two were wearing stylish tailoring.
Decent military uniform.
The leader of the man in black, with his hands wrapped in bright red and obvious fatigue remaining on his face, is the "Sword of the Goddess" who just fought with Lanreus - Crestel Sesima.
He still held the bone sword in his hand, and raised his arms warily. Several followers behind him immediately stopped.
In front of them, a headless male corpse was covered by dozens of tarot cards. Only a little crimson trace exposed in the gap could reveal his identity.
Crestel, who had regained some strength, carefully scanned the surrounding walls, shadows, and corners, and at the foot of a dirty, muddy wall, he saw the broken head of Lanrevus, with his flesh and blood blurred.
"Alas..." The experienced red glove was silent for a long time before sighing slowly. He didn't know what he was sighing about.
He waved his hand gently, and the Nighthawks behind him were stunned for a moment, and then they recovered from this extremely weird scene, and they quickened their pace and surrounded him, gathering up Lanerwus' body.
............
In an East District alley at midnight, several teenagers from the plateau were surrounding an older worker, holding up steel pipes and meat cleavers with menacing expressions on their faces.
"Hey, old man, do you only have this little money?"
The leading boy had a look of disbelief on his face, holding a few shiny coins in his hand, and the blade on the other palm shone with a cold light.
The half-old worker who was robbed by them was trembling with fear, waving his hands and repeating "spare life" over and over again, as if he was frightened.
In the biting cold wind, he was spotted with spots, and his greasy short hair with white hair on his temples was covered with water droplets. The hanging shadows completely covered his frightened expression.
Humph! Seeing the useless look of the old man in front of him, the leading boy couldn't help but sneered, and raised the corners of his mouth cruelly to his side. The other boys immediately understood and were about to wave the steel pipe in their hands and swing it down.
when!
The old worker, who was kneeling on the ground with his head in his hands, did not receive the severe beating he had prepared for. His hands holding his head kept shaking. It was not until he heard no more noises that he tentatively raised his head.
Under the pale crimson color, the face of the young man who had been wild and ferocious just now was filled with shock. Only the part of the steel pipe in his hand was left in his hand, and the fracture was completely black.
"who!"
Seeing that his majesty was being challenged, the leading boy boldly roared, and his sharp eyes searched in the night, finally stopping on a dark blue figure who was not tall.
He raised the knife, with a smile on his face and a cool breath in his mouth, and roared:
"come out!"
In the darkness, the figure who was lower than the plateau boy slowly walked out, and a face covered in oil paint, a mixture of blood and thick ink, walked into the faint moonlight first.
The clown looked at them with a smile, turned his head slightly, raised his left hand slightly mischievously, and made a soft bang.
when!
There was another golden clang, and the blade that was reflecting the cold light a second ago shattered and broke, scaring the "trainee gangsters" who had been so aggressive just now, screaming and running away.
That man has a gun!
Under the mask, a tired-looking Klein shook his head, helped the half-elderly worker who was still kneeling on the ground, and looked at him.
"Sir, are you okay?"
The worker who just heard the word gun from the plateau boy was obviously a little panicked. He twitched like an electric shock, let go of Klein's hand, and quickly knelt back to the ground. He fumbled with his hands to find the gun he had just held.
A few coins were thrown down in panic.
He put this into Klein's hand in panic, his lips were trembling and he was stumbling when he spoke.
"First of all, sir, thank you. This is the only money I have."
"My name is Kohler. You can find me at the pier. Everyone there knows me. I will give you the remaining money tomorrow..."
Under the moonlight, Klein looked down at the old man in front of him indifferently, and couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in his heart.