Chapter two hundred and forty seventh despicable pleasure
On a piece of charred grass, the pungent smell of sulfur has not dissipated for a long time. The glass house next to the luxury villa is left in ruins. The steel frame structure that was melted and quickly solidified by the high-temperature fireball looks like a botched structure from a distance.
The wax figure collapsed into a pile due to a mistake.
The urgently dispatched punishers set up a vigil nearby. A rough man with an anchor tattoo on his neck was holding an illusory water balloon. The colorful water curtain tightly covered the entire luxury villa, and the sealed object exuded illusory brilliance.
Distorting the view of the outside world, looking from the outside, everything here is as usual. In the expensive glass bungalow, the delicate roses still show their appearance without reservation.
"So you didn't catch the murderer in the end?"
The old man wearing a black soft hat and extremely serious silver eyes glared angrily at the young man with blond hair that was no longer neat and wearing a black formal suit in tatters, with thunder and lightning flashing on his body.
Although Duke Negan succeeded in blowing the conch that called the "Singer of Gods" in the end, he still could not save his life. The cursed claws of the "devil" mercilessly pierced his throat, not because of his status as a duke.
And hesitated half a minute.
This identity, which had brought him countless honors and privileges since birth, finally showed fairness to Paras Negan before his death.
"I'm sorry, that 'devil' is the 'Apostle of Desire' from Sequence Five. My abilities are limited and I couldn't keep him."
"But these corpses seem to be followers of the Blood Cult."
The blond secretary stared at the demigod in front of him without fear, his light-colored eyes were calm and unwavering, not at all shaken by the death of the Duke and the piles of corpses in front of him.
"Limited ability?" The gray-haired "Singer of God" snorted.
Almost substantial anger was brewing in the eyes of this demigod, but considering various reasons, he could only restrain his anger. Spirituality surged around his body, and thunder broke the clear sky.
"Your limited abilities will cause huge losses to the kingdom..."
"It's time to pray to the Lord, boy, that you won't be court-martialed by your superiors."
The sky was silvery white and thick with lead ash. The "Singer of God" stared at the dark night and the direction where the Steam Church was busy, with a strange and wry smile.
...
"Talim Dumont..."
Klein looked at the nameplate attached to the envelope, then looked at the slightly curly hair and flesh, and closed his eyes in pain.
Why was MI9 not so efficient when attacking foreign spies before... Couldn't they have made some mistakes and lost the flesh and blood like they did with the Intis spies?
Klein put away the envelope with a hint of resentment and put it together with Miss Sharon's letter.
After doing all this, he put on his half-high silk hat again, picked up his cane and walked out.
Although Prince Edsac's butler had hinted that the church might expel them as informants and assistants at any time, at this time, Klein was more willing to investigate the sewers and fight against the "ancient demons" than the presence behind the prince.
Moreover, since Prince Edsac, or the being behind him, wanted me to investigate the "demon", why did the butler deliberately emphasize that we temporary informants would be kicked out of the investigation team?
This contradiction is incomprehensible to Klein, but one thing he knows very well is that continuing to stay under the operational protection of the church and under the eyes of the demigods is the safest option at the moment.
Riding the public carriage all the way back to Silveras Field, as soon as Klein got off the carriage, he saw that the number of police officers and official extraordinary people near the police station had doubled, and there were even many people who were punished among them.
If he hadn't discovered that those who were punishing him had no intention of questioning him, he might have immediately turned around and returned the same way.
Unlike the guards of the Goddess and the God of Steam, the Punishers have good intentions towards wild Beyonders. If any unlucky guy falls into their hands, the only fate waiting for him is a dark underground cell or a pleasant death sentence.
Klein, who tried his best to lower his sense of presence, walked left and right, taking advantage of the "Joker's" memory to avoid the punishers crowded in the hall, and took a long way to the temporary room assigned to his group.
"There is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"
Leonard, who saw Klein walking into the room and stroking his hair, making his black hair even more messy, smiled a little reluctantly.
"Listen to the bad ones first."
Klein glanced at Louis Yinwensi's reaction and found that the mysterious detective was also full of sadness.
"Bad... forget it, let's make a good deal first." Leonard breathed out, "You will be out of action soon, and you won't have to face the 'ancient demon'."
"What about the bad ones?" Klein looked at the stiff smile of his fellow poet and asked even more doubtfully.
"Bad news... Duke Negan was killed by a 'demon' just now, and it was the Blood Worship Cult that did it."
What!
Klein suddenly froze on the spot, looking at Louis Yinwensi in disbelief, but got the same answer on his face.
Duke Negan, Chilingers’ previous target, the most powerful Duke in Loen, is actually dead?
Doesn't he have demigod protection?
Although a long time has passed, Klein still clearly remembers the Duke who was unsuccessfully tried to assassinate by Qilingos.
Seeing his surprised reaction, Leonard, who smiled silently, pulled out a document and roughly read the official statement given by the punisher.
"But isn't the Blood Worship Cult being hunted by the 'ancient demon'?" Klein frowned, trying to clarify the logic, "Where did they find the energy to assassinate Duke Negan?"
"Who knows?"
Leonard, who had been smiling bitterly, shook his head indifferently, staring at the document in his hand with his deep green eyes.
"If we can figure out what the 'devil' is thinking, we're probably not far from losing control."
"Perhaps the worst possibility is that the 'ancient demon' is just a cover deliberately thrown out by the Blood Worship Cult, and all of us have been deceived."
Leonard put the envelope away, put on the bright red gloves again, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"But this chance is very small. Captain Sost's team has already dealt with several 'ancient demons', and nearly one-third of the cross-shaped structure suspected to be a nest has been investigated, but... I haven't yet
Know when the church will remove you from the action."
"Duke Negan is dead, and the Punishers have sufficient reasons to intervene in the investigation. They...especially His Excellency the Singer of God, don't like wild Extraordinary people very much."
From a selfish point of view, Leonard certainly does not want the two unidentified detectives to leave the operation before he confirms their true identities, but from a rational point of view, clearing out all suspicious persons before a large-scale operation may be the most reasonable choice at the moment.
"Anyway, before the specific order is given, we still have a few sewers to check." Leonard casually hooked his black hair behind his ears and changed into a windbreaker with the corners of his clothes fluttering.
He imitated the sword of the goddess and raised up part of his collar, and said backward:
"Let's go, our work is not over yet."
...
In the pitch-black sewer, the spirit model caught the few light sources, and streaks of bright red retreated step by step under the cover of singing.
Within the Red Gloves Team, Sost, the highest-ranking captain, has his arms open and his soft-contoured facial features are distorted and ferocious due to spiritual overdraft. The "Soul Master" and the harpy around the "Necromancer" are a poem of sleep.
The insignificant impact covered the entire sewer, making the living depressed and the dead jumping for joy.
"Everyone, centered on 1-42, maintain formation and retreat!"
While Dai Li drank another bottle of potion and temporarily summoned several spiritual bodies from the spirit world to fill the gap, Sost finally took the opportunity to shout to the subordinates behind him, resisting the continuous squirming of the muscles on both sides of his waist.
Due to the severe pain, he half-crouched and turned sideways, punching away the "ancient demon" who was trying to tear his neck open.
Dai Li's premonition was correct. When they solved the last "ancient demon" and were still worried about the delay in discovering the "demon"'s lair, a huge number of "ancient demons" appeared in the next second.
Led by the leader with an exaggerated horn and crown, they arrived in a brazen manner.
But strangely, or fortunately, the leader "Devil" with the most terrifying aura and his whole body wrapped in black mist didn't seem to have any intention of ending up personally.
Although with the cooperation of two Sequence Six, more than half of his subordinates were killed by 1-42, a sealed object cursed by the ancient gods, he still stood high at the top of the sewer, ignoring the fanatical "ancient demons"
They came one after another, consuming the Nighthawks with their bodies and lives.
His purpose is not to destroy us, or even to guard the nest... Seeing the three "demons" tightening their limbs in the thick smoke, with their long necks exposed in orange, the spiritual alarm was uncontrollable in Sost's mind.
He screamed, forcing the "soul master" to roar loudly and recite tuneless poems in a hoarse voice.
Sost glanced at Dai Li from the corner of his eye, and saw that after she took off her exaggerated makeup, her beautiful green cheeks had green reflections, as if something would break out of her skin in the next second.
"We are walking on the dark road, looking towards the distant future..."
"The dark pointer slowly erases the memory, only the crimson curtain hangs forever..."
His purpose is...pleasure...After racking his brains, Sost's face collapsed when he got an unreasonable answer, followed by irresolvable anger.
This poem that originally praised the goddess guardian was given a blasphemous anger. The original tranquility deteriorated with the signs of loss of control that appeared on the "Requiem Master", and was almost twisted into a vicious scream, attacking with a real wave.
On the opposite side, the poisonous inflammation in the throat of the "devil" was interrupted.
Sost!
The green color on her cheeks disappeared in an instant, and Dai Li, whose eyes were clear again, looked at her companion beside her in disbelief. In the darkness that lacked light, the familiar soft profile seemed to be gradually overlapping with someone in her memory.
She subconsciously touched her waist, her fingers trembling slightly, but extremely firm.
It was a potion that could enhance the psychic abilities of the "Gravedigger" path extraordinary, but the side effect was the loss of control that everyone was afraid of.
Boom!
The dazzling silvery white exploded from the body of the "demon", and the shattered fragments of light tore apart nearby filth. Behind Dai Li and Sost, the armor covered with strange blood red staggered, clumsily waving the Dawn Light Sword,
The same hoarse voice emerged from it.
"Captain, Ms. Daly, David has notified the Archbishop!"
"Albert?" Sost shook his head that was swollen by the shock. It took him a second to recognize the owner of the voice.
He glanced behind him distractedly, only to see the armor standing next to a roughly dug earth pit, using his body to block a man lying naked from the upper body outside the pit.
This was clearly the 1-42 that Albert had just replaced by another teammate, and that teammate had lost the ability to move. This meant that the thin man named Albert in the armor did not move for a while.
The ability to take off the armor before the side effects of 1-42 occur.
His life has entered the last three minutes of the countdown.
asshole!
Moisture filled Soest's eyes. He looked at Dai Li with some guilt, and stabbed his chest with both hands. His unusually sharp fingers, which were a sign of loss of control, tore open the muscles and almost touched his heart.
At the same time, the corners of Dai Li's mouth on the other side also turned up, a little bitter and a little excited. She looked at the dark heaven floating in the hallucination, pulled off the cap of the metal test tube, and put it against her lips.
The knight in silver armor raised his sharp blade and pointed it at the "devil"; the muscles of the "Requiemer"'s waist swelled, as if he would turn into a beast in the next second; the illusory feathers and scales swirled in the cold liquid, and the spirit body
Their dull faces looked at the "Necromancer" with a weak smile, as if they were waiting for new companions to join.
The "ancient demon" guarding the ceiling ignored all this, and his brows wrinkled little by little on his soft face with the characteristics of the southern continent.
His body, as hard and thick as a rock, suddenly became transparent and turned into a spirit state and disappeared without a trace. However, the fanatical "devil" at his feet did not know that the leader had disappeared.
"peaceful."
The mellow voice suddenly appeared, as if pressing the pause button on the battlefield that was about to explode.
For a time, whether it was a crazy "demon" or a nighthawk who decided to abandon his life, he unconsciously felt calm, and the manic spirituality in his body was instantly extinguished.
In the blank area where the two parties were confronting each other, an old man wearing a black and red robe appeared out of thin air. He had a clean face and no beard. His deep and dark eyes looked at the "demons" who had been deprived of thinking. He just stood there and was...
People's gaze is enough to explain the word fear.
The deep eyes suddenly turned black, and indescribable fear instantly occupied the dull eyes of all the "devils".
These beings who are best at controlling emotions screamed pitifully one by one, drowning in the inescapable depths of fear in their dreams, losing their dignity in front of each individual's different inner demons, and even briefly broke the "King of the Abyss"'s control over them.
brainwashing.
boom!
Flowers of blood mixed with light yellow and milky white exploded, and the "demon" purple-black skin faded. The headless corpse could more or less distinguish the common features of "Blood Worship Cult" believers.
Occult tattoos.
Anthony Stevenson pressed his palm down, and the signs of loss of control on Daly and Sost behind him disappeared instantly, and the two regained their senses.
Several invisible spirits emerged from the ground and covered the surface of the silver-white armor. Against the dark red blood that seemed to be boiling, the warmth of the simulated water flow pulled a man with yellowish hair out of the armor.
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"Exit this area and meet up with other teams." Anthony instructed Sost.
The somewhat dazed "Requiem Master" nodded slightly in confusion, raised his two teammates and walked back, but couldn't help but stop after taking a few steps.
"Your Excellency the Archbishop, the 'devil' just now..."
Anthony glanced at the pale Dai Li, and his dark and deep eyes closed gently.
"That's a 'puppet' with a very complex aura."
"Perhaps Snake is right, the incident has exceeded our expectations."
Ace Snake, Godsinger?
Did something else happen just now?
Sost looked at Dai Li and saw the same surprise in the other person's eyes.