In the room behind the Harvest Church, Emlyn, holding the doll in both hands, tentatively looked at Bishop Utravsky and the detective wearing glasses standing outside the door.
The noble blood's naturally powerful hearing could have allowed him to hear all the details of the conversation between the two, but due to Bishop Utravsky's absolute control over the church, the invisible spiritual wall blocked the exit of the room in front of him, and he could only faintly
Yueyue saw the two people's mouths moving slightly, but could not hear a sound.
After a long time, when Emlyn was almost bored enough to memorize the "Harvest Scripture" that he had not yet memorized, the spiritual wall finally dissipated with the wind, and the tall Bishop Utravsky stood beside him.
En gave way.
"Well, in short, you can go home now." Klein glanced up and down at the vampire, whose formal suit was already a little wrinkled, "but I still want to ask you a few questions."
"Some Problems?"
Emlyn frowned suddenly, but then looked at the doll in his hand, thinking that the other person was the detective hired by his parents to find him, and he also brought him a doll that he had not seen for a long time to comfort him who was injured recently.
's mind.
With thoughts swirling in his heart, Emlyn's eyes wandered, and he happened to catch a glimpse of Bishop Utravsky who was also looking at him. After a moment of silence, he still raised his chin slightly, pretending to be arrogant.
"Although you don't want to admit it, you are fortunate enough to have the friendship of the vampires. I am willing to answer questions for you."
Ignoring Emlyn's frown again, Klein chuckled.
"Thank you very much for your cooperation."
"I just want to be clear, did you encounter a strange key before entering this church?"
Under Klein's inquiry, Emlyn's eyes suddenly brightened a lot, and he subconsciously glanced at Archbishop Gao beside him, with a somewhat flustered and annoyed tone in his tone.
"I...I did get that key from a thief."
"If it hadn't been for that damn thing, I wouldn't have walked into the church of the Mother Goddess. Instead, I would have been locked up in the basement by this old guy. I wasn't released until I promised to recite the Holy Scriptures of the Mother Goddess."
Mother, Mother Goddess?
Klein's expression was extremely strange for a moment.
He struggled to raise his head and looked at the bishop beside him, but all he saw was a peaceful and kind face. Upon noticing Klein's gaze, the clear-eyed Bishop Utravsky immediately turned his head and smiled slightly.
It has only been a few days. Including the time he was imprisoned underground, it only took Bishop Utravsky two or three days to convert Emlyn?
I remember little "Sun" said that vampires are all followers of the ancient god Lilith, without exception.
Seeing that Emlyn himself didn't react, Klein suppressed the doubts in his heart and said to Bishop Utravski:
"That item came from an Beyonder who has lost control. If I want to exchange that item, what do I need to pay?"
He raised his head with difficulty, but in his mind he was calculating how much property he still had.
Logically speaking, the characteristics of an "apprentice" are less than two hundred pounds, and the general transactions between extraordinary people are nothing more than knowledge, materials, and gold pounds, which can be circulated with the secular world and can be used by the public.
Gold pounds are accepted as hard currency.
Then, to Klein's surprise, Bishop Utravsky pondered for a moment, and the light in his eyes dimmed a lot.
"I was hoping you could do me a favor?"
Seeing that Klein was still confused and silent, Bishop Utravsky sighed slowly and continued:
"I wish you could kill me."
...
Backlund West District.
An ordinary black and brown carriage drove slowly towards the intersection of the West End and Queens Borough.
In the dark carriage, Fabuti stared at "Jason Beria" sitting opposite, beating the drums with his fingers.
The giant dog with shiny black hair curled up at her feet. If she looked carefully, she was much larger than before, and her blood-red eyes were even more chaotic. On the raised back ridge, dark purple lines were accompanied by the rhythm of her breathing.
, flashing continuously, causing the short and thick sharp horns raised on both sides of the ferocious giant dog's deformed head to tremble.
Outside the car window, there are fewer and fewer garden houses located behind the gardens, and there are more and more low-rise buildings alternating with residences.
Farbuti looked into the distance with feeling, and sneered disdainfully:
"A sequence eight 'cold-blooded' can drive these people around."
After sending the saint who was in charge of several zero-level sealed objects that day to the periphery of the ruins where Medici was sealed, Fabuti specifically explored the Kingdom Museum where there had been a strange appearance just now, and was pleasantly surprised to smell the scent of the "devil" there.
trace.
Wherever you walk, you will leave traces.
Although in the eyes of the world, most of the "demons" crawling out of the abyss are symbols of madness and evil, in the holy scriptures of major churches, they often become negative backgrounds that highlight the great power of saints and the kindness of gods.
But from a purely rational point of view, every "devil" has the same ability to control rituals as a "peeper", and through his natural sensitivity to malice, he can turn everything against himself or others.
There are no traces of rituals related to one's own domain.
By coincidence, Fabuti was pleasantly surprised to find that during the ceremony, the Umbrella brat did not choose the grand dukes of other "devil" families who had become the actual controllers of the family, but instead took the risk of directly targeting him, who was almost
The "dark side of the universe" has been judged to be half dead.
In the special vision unique to the "Devil", a group of people with flashing blue light is surrounding a house. The carefully arranged barrier has long been in disarray, but Fabuti can still move from all directions outwards.
The red and black blood mist overflowed, and I felt the aura belonging to that "cold-blooded" kid.
"Go ahead and contribute your final value."
Fabuti's low and hoarse voice was very clear in the carriage. The giant dog curled up at her feet did not raise its head, but opened its mouth like a yawn, while "Jason Belial" sitting opposite her
He moved stiffly, and the flesh and blood in his chest melted away. A darkness enveloped him from head to toe, and instantly collapsed into a viscous mass.
Shapeless shadows followed the cracks in the carriage floor and seeped little by little into the unnoticed underground.
Having lost his true life, and even the characteristics of the "Apostle of Desire" have been taken away, and now only relies on the authority of the "Blood Archduke", the body of "Jason Belial" barely maintains its original state, chasing the beating of the heart of the nearby life.
Ignoring the members of the "Machine Heart" who were in front of them, they rushed into a bungalow next to the original residence of Neus Umbrella. They stared at the scarlet eyes without a trace of white and were frozen in place.
The hostess was helpless to escape, her face with high cheekbones was extremely distorted, her mouth drooling with saliva opened to the limit, and she roared and pounced on the fresh flesh and blood in front of her.
During the jump, the "demon" transformed into a sharp claw that twisted into a blade. The royal order from the king overpowered the instinct of lust for flesh and blood, and the left claw crazily broke open the woman's chest and abdomen.
The shrill scream penetrated the wall, alarming the "Mechanical Heart" not far away.
The "demon" instinct calls the police frantically against malicious inspiration. The remaining consciousness of "Jason Beria" roars crazily in the soul prison made of blood, praying over and over again to transform the prison in front of him through "demon" transformation.
broken.
In the haze that was obscured by blood, several figures in black trench coats were approaching. Jason Belial watched helplessly as the members of the "Machine Heart" raised various weapons in their hands.
A torrent of divine brilliance fell from the sky. Unexpectedly, in this dazzling whiteness, Jason Beria did not feel the pain that burned his soul. It was just a burst of dazzling force that finally stopped stagnation.
Astringent thoughts.
Whether it was an illusion or not, his gray and blue eyes looked to the side, staring at the corpse that he had built into the wall of his house with his own hands.
The hollow eyes of the rotting corpse stared blankly at Jason Belial, and the corners of his withered mouth turned up little by little.
The mistress of the house had long since lost her vitality, and the blood from her internal organs stained the soles of Yin Kangse's leather boots red.
He frowned and looked at the "devil" who had just been swallowed up by the holy light, all his blood evaporated, leaving only a mummy, and the solemn look in his eyes became thicker.
His fingers rubbed the silver mirror handed to him by his subordinate. After hesitating for a few seconds, the messy-haired captain still untied the black cloth covering it and asked seriously:
"Dear Arrodes, is this mummy the murderer who planned the Ripper incident?"
The silver-white mirror fluctuated, and blood-red fonts emerged from the "water".
"yes."
Looking at this affirmative answer, Yin Kangse breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned to the subordinate behind him who was arranging the hostess' appearance and handling the scene and said:
"Quickly inform the church that the murderer of the crazy Ripper has died."
He paused for a moment, then said in a tangled voice:
"By the way, remember to attach it. I think this operation is too coincidental. I cannot rule out that the so-called crazy Ripper is the product of multiple people. I hope to allow in-depth investigation."
Watching one of the team members leave in a hurry, Yin Kangse, who was still staring at the empty space in a daze, suddenly felt a numbness in his hands.
Oops...the trouble before him brought him back to reality from his thoughts.
He looked at the mirror in his hand again, and saw that the line of bloody words was even darker.
"It's question time for Arrodes."
"You must answer Arrods' question, otherwise you will be punished more severely."
"Okay, tell me, who was you imagining in your mind during the last ending question?"
Because Yin Kangseul's last words to his subordinates just now vaguely showed his distrust of the results given by Arrods, so Arrods was angry.
This time he not only gave the question in red letters, but also read the question out loud in Yoon Kangseul's own voice.
brush!
When the gaze suddenly hit him, Yin Kangse blushed and covered the mirror. Regardless of the probing eyes of others, his upper and lower jaw tightened, and his voice was almost speechless.