"It's hard to imagine that I would have the opportunity to wear a police uniform one day."
On the streets of Backlund Bridge District, Klein, who was dressed as a police officer, pretended to sigh and looked at himself through the reflection of the glass windows of the street shops, as if he was not really wearing a police uniform.
"This is just for business purposes. When you find those 'devils', you still need to return this suit."
Leonard, who was also wearing a police uniform, but whose epaulettes were obviously different from those of ordinary police officers, had a gloomy look on his face. He tried his best to restrain his laziness and walked at the front.
He didn't understand why Captain Sost approved their operation and at the same time allowed Sherlock Moriarty and Louis Invens' application to disguise themselves as police officers.
No, it might be that the Machinery Heart agreed to their request...
"Perhaps there is another possibility. If this mission is successfully solved, we should have the opportunity to apply to join the official Beyonders and 'abandon the darkness and turn to the light.'" Dunn's teasing words interrupted Leonard's thinking.
He frowned slightly, turned his head to listen to something, then relaxed, and nodded seriously.
"If you are willing, I can personally be your recommender."
Ha... The corners of Dunn's mouth raised, but he was stuck halfway in embarrassment, tinged with a touch of bitterness.
His eyes suddenly drifted away, and he looked into the distance nonchalantly. He used the reflection of the lenses to help him cover the changes in his eyes.
Why does Louis Yin Wensi react so loudly every time this kind of topic is mentioned... Klein gently tapped his palm, his eyes silently wandering between the two of them.
He has been able to confirm that the identity of Louis Yin Wensi is very secret even in the Church of the Night, at least even Leonard, who is the "Red Glove", does not know it.
It seems that Louis Yinwensi should belong to the kind of night watcher that Siga had mentioned in the original rumors.
His identity will not be recognized publicly, his personal strength is strong, and he lacks the company of his companions... What kind of undercover police movie template... The more Klein looks at Louis Yin, the more he feels that the other person's image is getting weirder.
Got up.
I probably wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly had a friend who pretended to die and suddenly reunited.
"So what are our plans next?"
Putting the unrealistic thoughts out of his mind, Klein noticed another thief reaching into a woman's satchel across the street.
"Of course." Leonard stopped.
He touched the open front of his police uniform and pulled out a notebook that he had hardly used.
"That Neuse Andre was last seen around here."
As he spoke, he scanned most of the buildings in front of him, and finally looked toward the ground.
"Although there is no direct evidence, we can think about it carefully. If a person knows that he is being hunted, where is he most likely to hide?"
"sewer?"
Dunn also looked at the sewer manhole cover that was being maintained by workers, and his camouflaged dark red eyes revealed a depth that did not match his appearance.
"Not to mention that he is an Extraordinary of the 'Devil' path. Few people disturb him, and the sewers, which are not lacking in sources of flesh and blood, really meet their needs for secretly arranging rituals."
Klein followed up and nodded slightly, agreeing with the idea.
Is it because of this reason?
Leonard secretly asked the old man to make sure there was no "demonic" scent nearby before preparing to explore the sewers. Leonard was stunned for a moment and covered his face to hide his embarrassment.
"You're right. Anyway, let's start with the sewers."
...
The surging water flows from west to east behind the mottled rust railings. The cross-shaped structure containing various smells is filled with blood, and the sinful spirituality pregnant with malice continues to flow into the water from the piece of meat entrenched in the center of the cross, staining it.
Darkened the already mottled torrent.
Countless eggs are attached to the huge piece of meat in the center of the cross, covering the ground. Thick black blood vessels connect these unformed "lives", crisscrossing like vines. The further away from the meat mountain, the more they resemble ancient banyan tree branches.
The dry and cracked outer strips were inserted into the chests of the skinny human beings who were still alive, sucking out their vitality.
"The great Lord of the Abyss, the Demon Lord..."
On the wet and muddy ceiling, a creature with scales spread out its limbs. The sharp front ends of its claws were hooked on the cement outer layer. The two winding horns extending from the forehead to the back of the head were strangely burning with black flames and were abnormally long.
They murmured "blasphemy" before kissing her.
There were more than ten of these monsters that looked like giant dragons and had obvious reptilian characteristics, scattered and crawling, covering the entire ceiling.
If Leonard happens to be here at this time, he will be able to easily recognize that this is the image of the "ancient demon" that the old man once showed him, and that it belongs directly to the "Lord of the Abyss" - the ancient god Fabuti.
One.
The "ancient demons" transformed with the help of the bodies of Blood Worship Cult believers do not understand the real role of the space they are in, do not understand the steel forest established by the human reptiles they once slaughtered wantonly, do not understand and do not need to understand the messages from the king.
orders, but they still performed everything faithfully.
This is the reality of alienation, the prototype of the Kingdom of God, the predecessor of the "Abyss", and the rebirth place where more "ancient demons" are about to awaken.
The "demon", who was more like a puppet than a living thing, raised his head. His horn crown was larger than that of similar creatures, similar to the warlord in human understanding.
“Where is the new foster care?”
"It's almost time. I can feel that a compatriot is approaching the 'nest'." The other "devil" with horns and crown second only to him opened his mouth to a slit, and a trace of scarlet kept stirring, like a snake spitting out a message.
"Go out and find new supplies for me. If the embryos cannot break out of their shells when Your Majesty needs them, I will kill you all and make up for the difference in supplies!"
The scarlet-colored twins were brewing with malice and madness. The largest "devil" roared filial piety to other similar creatures hanging upside down from the ceiling. Invisible waves were accumulating in their mouths, and seemed ready to burst out at any time.
A giant reptile covered in scales arched its body in front of the threat, glared at the "demon", and then slowly retreated after feeling the instinctive fear of the creature. Its solid and powerful limbs suddenly exerted force and ran away.
He jumped in different directions, along the passages leading to other directions of the sewer, turned into black shadows, and disappeared in an instant.
In the huge "lair" that became empty, the only "ancient demon" still hanging upside down from the ceiling withdrew his sight and continued to stare motionlessly at the mountain of flesh below. His face, covered with scales and dark purple skin, could vaguely be seen.
I can see a soft line belonging to the Southern Continent race.
...
"Those 'ancient demons' have left the nest?"
News noticed the severed limb struggling fiercely under his armpit. Before he could think more, the sharp intuition of the "criminal" began to strike at his nerves crazily.
Although he didn't know why, his intuition told him that an unknown danger was approaching him...and it was going very fast!
"Damn it!"
Covering the wound that penetrated his chest, News, who had already realized something, cursed in a low voice. He didn't bother to wrap his palm with a strip of cloth, and pulled out a short golden staff from the satchel on his side, matching the potholes on the sewer floor.
There was stagnant water, and he made holy water without much skill.
The warmth belonging to the sun radiated from the short staff, slowly but powerfully evaporating the impurities in the sewage, and at the same time burned the palm of Neuse's palm, covering the surface of the unhealed burn with a layer of charred black.
The ear-piercing sound of breaking through the air was already very close. News calmly stared at the puddle that had not yet been completely dyed with golden light. His limbs were shaking due to physiological instinct, but his reason still firmly told him that he should hold on still.
Three seconds left...
boom!
The muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground hit the connected sewer pipes, and a slender figure jumped down from the ceiling.
Two seconds... the physiological panic faded away, and the inorganic substance belonging to the "cold-blooded" gradually occupied the brain. News took a deep breath, and with a ferocious expression, he inserted his hands into the already scalding puddle.
With his wings folded, the "ancient demon" looked at the prey on the ground with its head buried motionless. He moved faster than he thought, and his thick limbs suddenly exerted force and shot out like a sharp sword.
One second!
The sinister wind coming from the beast blew against his face, leaving only the indifferent Neus in his eyes. He ignored the burning pain and the coming danger. Like a machine that had been scheduled countless times in advance, his hands turned into gourd shapes, holding a short staff between his fingers.
He exerted force on his waist, turned around violently, and poured the soft-smelling holy water onto the "devil" with its sharp claws stretched forward.
He looked at the beast's gaze in the air, grinned with a twisted arc at the corner of his cracked mouth, and read in ancient Hermes.
"Light."
The invisible spirituality pulled the holy water and turned into a swift in the air, facing the "devil" fearlessly. The ancient Hermetic language engraved on the shell of the short staff shimmered, and a blazing golden color followed closely behind.
The scorching round and thick beam of light fell from the sky, igniting the water droplets that were pierced by sharp claws. Countless golden flames burned in the light, and the holy breath licked the gaps between the scales, the corners of the eyes, and the mouth of the "ancient demon".
Without any cover, an unprecedented shrill sound echoed through the sewer.
...
"ah!"
A shrill voice that was not like a human voice came from a distance. The three men in police uniforms were so startled that they looked at each other and looked in the direction of the sound.
"what is that?"
Leonard frowned and looked at the dark corner of the sewer. Klein was one step ahead of him, stepped forward and pointed forward, unhooked his pendulum and said:
"There is an evil aura ahead."
In the pocket that no one saw, the paper crane belonging to Will Asceptin flashed, and the pendulum, which was originally confused and hesitant by the "devil's" anti-divination method, quickly started to rotate clockwise.
There is indeed an evil aura ahead!
"Wait, what's on your hand?"
Staring at the citrine pendulum, Leonard raised his hand uncertainly.
"Can you confirm the location?"
Dunn, who was standing aside, strode forward and suddenly stood between Klein and Leonard, interrupting the poet's classmate's doubts.
He watched Klein wrap up the pendulum again and breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, I lack the necessary information to divine the direction with a stick."
As he said that, Klein glanced at Louis Yinwensi and Leonard with an unhappy expression. He touched the glove on his right hand without any trace, and pointed at Dunn's eyebrows, hinting.
road:
"But I think we can go in this general direction first. Maybe we can find something else when we get closer."
What does Klein mean by using my "darkness" and his ability called spiritual thread to sense the existence of nearby "demons"?
Dunn thought for a moment and nodded slightly.
"Can."
Knowing what Leonard wanted to say, he turned around calmly and casually showed the attitude he had when he was still the captain of the Nighthawks. After disguise, his flat eyes suddenly turned dark, and he looked at Leonard seriously and said:
"What is the maximum distance you can dream from?"
Leonard, who was struck by this unexplainably familiar gaze, was suddenly startled and subconsciously replied:
"About a hundred meters, but the roaming state after entering the dreamland can basically cover Backlund."
Dunn nodded, took out the revolver from the gun bag under his arm, and said while checking the ammunition:
"I'll be in charge of the front in a moment, and Detective Moriarty will be in charge of the auxiliary attack..."
With a click, the bomb bay of the revolver rotated and closed, and Dunn glanced at Leonard.
"What you need to be responsible for is to use the ability of the 'Incubus Demon' to always be ready to lure the enemy into sleep and create opportunities for us."
"Okay..." Leonard, who was a little confused, almost agreed.
But a strong sense of violation still awakened him, and he hurriedly asked:
"Wait a minute, you are not official official personnel. The team composed of recruited informants should have official extraordinary people as the commanding role..."
Before Leonard could finish reciting the regulations that he had found out from nowhere, Dunn, who felt inexplicably happy, raised a smile on his lips and imitated the tone of old Neil and said sophistry:
"First of all, I am not an informant of the Church of the Night."
"Secondly," he finished checking all the weapons on his body and gently pressed down the brim of his hat with his right hand, "I am a Requiem Master."
"Judging from the sequence and age, I am more experienced."
After saying that, he ignored the confused Leonard, turned around calmly, and looked at Klein, who was also staying where he was, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Is there anything wrong?
"I have no opinion."
After reacting for a full second, Klein calmed down and calmly agreed with Dunn's decision.
Seeing that the situation was 2 to 1, and that this was an underground waterway where his companions could not be contacted, Leonard snorted angrily, acquiescing to the status quo, and followed Dunn's footsteps, walking one after another into the place where he had just defeated.
In the passage pointed out by Lain.
Leonard is as old as Benson, but Louis Yinwensi is no more than three years older than me...and he seems to be very familiar with Leonard and me, and he helped me hide secrets before...
..
Thinking about the doubts in the sentence just now, Klein, who stayed at the end, stared at the figure gradually disappearing into the darkness, and silently breathed a sigh of relief.
Louis Yin Wensi's performance just now reminded him of a person.
"team leader?"
As soon as this idea came up, he suddenly laughed to himself.
"What's wrong with me, Captain..." Klein, with dark eyes, smiled again and followed Leonard's disappearing figure.