"I think I have an idea of Mr. Andre's recent whereabouts."
After gazing at the smoke and dust not far away, Klein followed the direction of the swing of the pendulum and picked up a rod-shaped object from the ground in the dark that was still emitting golden light.
He wiped the gray stain on his face and asked Leonard:
"Does the church monitor gatherings among wild extraordinary people?"
Dunn, who was using "darkness" to guard the surroundings, also cast his gaze.
Although he doesn't often participate in underground gatherings like that, he is still curious about the official attitude toward wild Beyonders and their ability to control gatherings in a big city like Backlund.
A gathering of wild extraordinary people?
Leonard thought about what he had not listened carefully to in normal meetings, and looked sideways.
"Of course there is, isn't this basic common sense?"
In other words, you actually don't know much... Based on his understanding of Leonard, Klein shook his head with a half-smile.
He played with the short golden staff in his hand and sighed:
"This extraordinary item of the 'Sun' path came from a low-level party and was a temporary weapon made by an 'artisan'."
"Unfortunately, I happened to attend that party."
"Did Mr. Andrei say anything at that time?"
With years of experience, Dunn quickly grasped the key points, while Leonard on the side was still a little confused. He didn't quite understand why Andre wanted to buy an extraordinary item that could restrain himself.
Even if it is to deal with the "demon" who is chasing him, there should be a better choice. Look at his only remaining right hand. The cost of using this weapon is definitely more serious than the charred appearance.
Klein handed the "Sun Staff" to Leonard, recalled the situation that day, and said cryptically:
"He is more interested in the new heresy that the Aurora Society has been spreading in the East District recently."
Pretending to be having a difficult time remembering, Klein paused deliberately.
"By the way, he also bought herbal medicine from the 'Medicine Master', but this was a secret transaction and no one knew what he bought."
After the smoke and dust had almost dissipated, he picked up a piece of meat from the ground that had almost no shape. Dunn nodded slightly.
"It should be a recovery potion."
Leonard, who was guarding Andre, also echoed:
"There is a long laceration on his chest, and there is also a curse unique to the 'devil'."
"Well..." Leonard pondered for a moment, then put aside the rag covering Andre's chest, "And that 'pharmacist' is pretty good, otherwise he wouldn't have persisted for such a long time."
Half of the fog that blocked the question was cleared, and Dunn, who still had a layer of darkness attached to his twin children, suddenly frowned, looked around, and said seriously:
"We're leaving here right now."
"Leave?" Leonard looked surprised when he found another tattered blueprint on the ground and a severed limb that had been saved from explosion by being mixed in a puddle in the corner.
He waved the severed limb, which was as shriveled as a mummy, and pointed at the corner of the paper.
"This should be a map of Backlund's sewers, as well as a pointer made by black magic. Andre is obviously looking for something."
Slowly walking up to Klein, Leonard handed the two key pieces of evidence to him even though he was a little reluctant.
"And we also have a 'divineer' here, so why not directly determine what Andrei is looking for."
Although, fellow poet, this kind of key prop is usually a typical group-killing engine in the game... Klein looked around at the severed limb in his hand, and the evil aura emanating from it made him feel disgusted.
A little further away.
Klein thought for a moment and decided to ask Dunn for his reasons first.
"What did you find again?"
All the blackness in the child's body faded away, and Dunn opened his eyes.
"There are many evil auras wandering nearby, and the nearest one is nearly a hundred meters away from us."
Although at the level of Sequence Six, Dunn's control of "darkness" can only cover about a hundred meters at most, but in the sewer environment with almost no light, this blessing-like ability is expanded to about three times, of course it is only perception.
scope.
A lot of evil vibes?
Klein's eyes slowly lowered, and then he looked back at the severed limb that he was holding far away from him, his expression gradually becoming ugly.
we will not......
"This seems to be the lair of those 'ancient demons'..." Leonard, who had been tilting his head to listen and remained silent from the beginning, turned pale.
The old man just told him that "ancient demons" have the means to summon companions by building lairs. The ability of modern "devils" to use rituals to summon "devil" servants and projections is actually the inheritance of this ancient ritual.
The "demons" summoned by the "lair" are not false projections or weak servants. Those guys are at least weak Sequence Six.
I'm super, I feel like my premonitions don't need to be so accurate at this time... The look on his face became even more ugly, and Klein made a quick decision:
"They probably haven't found anything yet. Let's mark it here, leave here immediately, and report the situation to the church first."
Dunn also nodded.
"Okay, those 'demons' are still far away."
Leonard also nodded in agreement and said:
"Take Andrei with you. Although we don't know what happened between the 'devils', he should already know more about the so-called 'den'."
The three of them reached an agreement that Leonard, who was not responsible for the investigation, took the initiative to carry Andrei on his back and tied him behind his back with the belt of his police uniform, while Klein retrieved the "sun stick" and cooperated with Dunn's left
Be alert to dangers that may arise at any time.
In front of the real "demon", his "chain-blade cane" is a joke.
...
"I have a bad feeling."
On the ground floor of a garden house in the Backlund Bridge area, Maric, who was playing cards with a living corpse, put down the chips in his hand and turned his head to look back.
Sharon, who rarely took the initiative to express her opinions, appeared on a high stool, and the colors behind the figure could be vaguely seen.
"Did you find any trace of Jax?"
He glanced at the matching "crimson moon crown" on Sharon's left chest and frowned slightly.
Except for the full moon, this item is controlled by Sharon. Although the crimson moonlight emitted at all times will make the desires of the "alien" grow, it will also strengthen their abilities on the other side.
Only in this way can Sharon better communicate with the spirit world while maintaining the "wraith spirit" state, obtain revelations and interact with nearby information, and thus fight against Jacks, who is famous for his sharpness.
Of course, what's strange recently is that, whether it's because the church's actions have completely concealed her whereabouts, or because of other reasons, Sharon hasn't caught Jacks' aura for a long time.
"No." Sharon, who had a delicate but lackluster face, shook her head slightly, her expressionless face even stiffer than before.
There was a trace of uneasiness in her light blue eyes, which were as quiet and clear as a lake, and her golden hair swayed with her breathing.
"It's the breath of 'devil'."
"demon"?
Maric suddenly froze in his chair, his eyes slightly dilated.
"Blood Worship Cult?"
"No." Sharon shook her head again indifferently, "More terrifying than Jacks."
"All I saw was a huge shadow."
The story her teacher once told her resurfaced in her forgotten memory. Sharon didn't know where she was looking and spat out a noun.
"abyss."
The unreal figure of "Resentful Soul" suddenly faded away, leaving only the usual cold voice.
"Contact Sherlock, he should know."
...
where is this?
It's so dark. Is this the "abyss" or the dark paradise of the goddess of the night?
News looked blankly at everything around Mohu.
Deep Dark Heaven, haha, this idea made News himself laugh as soon as it came up.
"Heh, heh...cough."
"This guy woke up."
Leonard, who was running, shouted forward, sounding a little surprised.
woke up?
Klein and Dunn, who were guarding both sides in front, looked back together and were a little surprised.
The chest was penetrated and cracked, the curse recurred, signs of loss of control remained on the body surface, the right arm was broken, there were multiple burns and the "sun" pathway's natural restraint on the "demon"...
How could he wake up so quickly after all this?
Klein raised his eyebrows, slowed down slightly, and leaned next to Leonard.
The "substitute" on his right hand turned on silently, and the illusory palm quietly strangled Andre's soft spiritual body thread.
"Do you know where you are now?"
Andre, who was lying on Leonard's back, turned his head with difficulty. His unfocused eyes tried hard to see clearly, but he could only capture a blur of shaking black and white.
"Are you...the police?"
News hissed and inhaled, and every sound he made was accompanied by severe pain in his burning lungs and dry throat.
"No, you are extraordinary people in the church."
After a brief moment of trance, the "criminal's" sense quickly regained control of his thinking, and News's hoarse voice was exceptionally calm.
"It's the Church of the Night, the Nighthawks."
Without waiting for Klein's response, Leonard announced his identity first, his eyes frowning slightly as he scanned the two men, and he was slightly relieved when they didn't reply.
Church of the Night...News's expression suddenly became much more relaxed, and the corners of his mouth curved up with difficulty.
"not bad."
Immediately he steeled himself and regained focus with his eyes. He coughed a few times and his voice became much clearer.
"By the way, you must inform the church as soon as possible that the 'ancient demons'... they are building a 'lair' underground!"
The three people who were running couldn't help but slow down a lot. They looked at each other with surprise in their eyes. Dunn, who was running at the front, said:
"This is not something a Blood Worshiper should say."
"Aren't you and the 'Ancient Demon' together?"
There was another cough, and News still had that inexplicable smile and closed his eyes tiredly.
"I betrayed the Blood Worship Cult and my family a long time ago."
"My real surname is Andrelade, and now... I am considered a believer of the goddess, right?"
"Goddess? Wait!"
Leonard's voice suddenly sounded too high, and he couldn't accept this statement for a while.
Are you kidding? He has never heard of a "devil" believing in a goddess. Doesn't it mean that the "criminal" path will destroy humanity when he is the "cold-blooded" in sequence eight?
He frowned and touched News's forehead with the back of his head.
"If I guessed correctly, you should be already at Sequence Eight, right?"
Well...News opened his eyes a little, but the smile on his lips remained.
"Don't you know the 'acting method'?"
"Although the magic potion will transform the body of the extraordinary, it must only be completely digested."
"Even after being promoted to 'Cold-Blooded', I haven't been able to digest magic potions..."
This flawless logic made Leonard speechless. He could only roll his eyes and start running quickly again.
Anyway, it was him who requested to be sent to the church. Even if he is really a rare species among "devils", the archbishop and deacons will check him, so he doesn't have to worry about it.
It's just... Leonard lowered his eyes and stared at the ground.
Where did these "ancient demons" come from?
...
"Interesting, the little guy from the 'Mystery' family actually discovered my 'den'?"
In the hired carriages that can be seen everywhere in Backlund, Fabuti gently flipped through the latest "Backlund Post", but his attention did not stop at the boring words of these human editors.
The eyeballs connected to the prosecutorial network deployed throughout the city were blood red. Finally, he was no longer shirtless, but put on a pure black formal suit, with only a crimson tie. Fabuti was expressionless, monitoring the city except
Churches, churches and royal palaces in all corners.
The eyeballs hidden in the shadows rotate slowly. Some of them are hanging on the ceiling of office buildings, some are in ordinary people's homes, some are facing the Holy Wind Cathedral, and one is even placed outside MI9.
on the desk.
Fabuti, who was processing thousands of perspective information at the same time, slowly sneered. The two specially marked pictures passed through other useless scenes and were picked out by the "Abyss Monarch" alone.
"Well...we have to find a way to get this little girl to meet the little guy from the 'Mystery' family."
Although she still doesn't understand what "Secret" wants to do, she controls the source of matter. As long as she wants to continue to fight against the pollution of the "Mother Tree of Desire", she must act as a good employee of the heir to the "Origin Castle".
Meet the boss's requirements.
"It's a pity that the Red Angel of the Creator and the little girl ran away to other places, otherwise Backlund could have been more lively."
"Plague, hunger, death and... war."
Fabuti made a "tsk" sound with a slight displeasure.
It is obviously a rare opportunity, but the person who best represents "war" is absent. If the Red Angel can also join in this chaos, her sacrifice may be even more grand.
Suddenly, a low voice like a barking dog interrupted Fabuti's "melancholy" thoughts. On one side of her eyes, an eyeball floating outside a luxury bungalow in the Backlund Bridge area looked down.
He looked at the big dog lying on the ground with ferocious eyes, ignoring the passers-by passing by.
"I should have told you not to interrupt me before you started."
The giant demon dog lay on the ground in fear, its deep voice rumbling.
"Your Majesty, those human Extraordinaries have recently strengthened the defense here."
"They might have spotted us."
Fabuti in the carriage let out a "ha" sound.
"A believer in the Storm, or a lackey of Augustus?"
The giant dog thought for a moment and judged based on the clothes of those humans:
"They are all wearing black, it should be..."
After thinking carefully for a long time, it still couldn't find the word "soldier" in its vocabulary.
"Haha, don't worry about it." Farbuti's smile became more humane, with a cruel arc.
"The 'Prince Slayer' of Loen is very happy to see the gift we gave her."
"Continue to monitor there, the time is almost up."