Darkness and blood-red filled Klein's eyes. What attracted him more than those naked female torsos were the shabby dolls embedded in the flesh and blood on the waist and abdomen of the unknown woman in front of him.
The doll was extremely worn, as if it had been around for more than ten years. Most of the tan fluff had fallen off, and only one of the translucent buttons that served as eyes was left due to aging threads. Other than that, there were no other noticeable features.
Am I... afraid? With a low body pressure, Klein's legs were unsteady and his body was shaking uncontrollably. His ears were filled with the sound of biting, and he felt an intuitive sense of hunger.
Helen, who was surrounded by shadows, contentedly enjoyed the fear of Klein in the corner. She looked around, and her eyes stopped on Zerrell, who was tossing and howling. Her blood-red eyes condensed, and the urge to find food suddenly surged into her heart.
He licked his slightly pale lips uncontrollably.
From her perspective, the "food" that was twitching like a maggot on the ground was shining with some alluring light. The dark blue and golden lights were like gems, whetting Helen's appetite bit by bit, making her completely
Ignoring the less "valuable" Klein on the side.
"Interrogator" and "Psychic", plus this thing I don't know what it is, three sequence sevens, this is enough for me to eat for a long time... Rooted in "Rose Bishop"
The characteristic hunger and dark thoughts expanded rapidly, and along with the black bloodshot eyes gradually crawling up her blood-red eyes, she almost lost her sanity.
Helen Granger is not a believer in the true Creator. She just accidentally acquired unwanted characteristics from an unknown father, and then grew up under the care of her ordinary mother. She is an absolutely wild extraordinary person.
She has been told by her mother since she was a child not to listen to the whispers hidden in the dark. However, due to the instinct of the "Rose Bishop", she will still succumb to her natural hunger, long for fresh flesh and blood, and finally gradually reach out to human flesh.
Got the devil's claws.
This was a helpless thing in the East District. As a female garment factory worker, her mother could not satisfy her daughter's thirst for flesh and blood, so she could only go to the street to pick up "side jobs". But until her mother passed away from a lung infection, Helen had never tasted human beings.
the taste of.
Is this woman ignoring me?
Fortunately, I have faced the Son of the True Creator directly... Based on his previous experience, Klein, who quickly got rid of the influence of "Bishop Rose", reorganized his posture and reached for the silver-framed bag he had prepared in advance in his pocket.
Tarot cards, quickly drew a gun with one hand, and aimed at the shadow at Helen's feet.
This revolver was an equipment that Detective Zerrell lent to Klein along with the special tarot cards after practical considerations. It was even specially equipped with two bullets of the corresponding caliber and in the "Warrior" field.
boom!
Taking advantage of the opportunity for Helen's sanity to evaporate, bullets shining with orange-red light pierced the vast shadow at her feet, and a burst of dawn burst out instantly.
This bullet seems to be a specialized talisman, containing the ability of the "Warrior" sequence. The storm composed of light fragments tearing apart the connected shadows wantonly, causing Helen, who was holding up her body above, to fall in.
He was within the attack range and lost his balance.
Success! Seeing the enemy fall into the "storm", Klein hurriedly ran in the direction of Detective Zerrell, lifted his arm, ignored the other man's wails due to neck pain, and quickly ran towards the sewer exit not far away.
go.
After getting along with each other for a day and a half, and based on the weapons that Detective Zerrell prepared for him, Klein has determined that his employer is probably an intelligence agent of a certain country. Judging from the bullets just now and his height, there is a high probability that
It's Fusak's.
There are only a dozen steps, just go forward...
Suddenly, in Klein's eyes, in front of the moonlight shining through the gap in the manhole cover, a wave of condensed shadows suddenly rose up, as if it was going to bury him and the detective behind him.
"Get back here!" Helen, who was completely defenseless and covered in wounds like a bloody person, roared with a distorted face, and the whites of her eyes were pitch black.
Wow, the shadow wave swelled again, reaching a height of more than two meters and already covering Klein's head.
But Klein, who was about to be covered by the shadow, did not panic. He turned his left wrist and quickly threw out a few spiritual tarot cards. He immediately pulled Zerrell's body and pressed it down, almost touching the ground covered with stinking mud.
.
Several tarot cards that were spiritually activated and shining with dark blue flames seemed to have penetrated into the entity. Although they stunned the wave of shadows, they were all embedded in the surface and did not cause any substantial damage.
Humph! Helen, who was repairing her body and unable to move in place, raised the corners of her mouth with a cruel smile, and immediately her spirituality surged, driving the wave forward again.
But what she didn't notice was that some of the tarot cards with dark blue flames dancing around them were also made of pure silver, with a few thin silver sheets mixed in between them.
That was the spell that Klein had left above the gray mist in the "dark night" realm!
It's his last deposit!
"Crimson!" Accompanied by a deep voice, the talisman embedded on the surface of the falling shadow wave suddenly exploded, and clouds of pure crimson light rose up, and the power of "sleep" enveloped the surroundings.
In silence, the mighty wave of shadows suddenly became weak, as if it had lost its kinetic energy, and fell apart in pieces, returning to the surrounding area shrouded in darkness. Only a few strands of dissipating black energy could prove its existence.
Praise the goddess! Seeing the spell take effect, Klein drew a standard crimson moon in his heart. His tight legs exerted force again. He was about to drag Zerrell behind him to escape from the sewer, but suddenly he felt his arms sink.
The feeling is that it's going in a bad direction.
boom!
Klein quickly turned around and saw Detective Zerrell, who had escaped from the negative effects of the sealed object and the influence of "Bishop Rose", holding a gun in one hand and decisively pouring tongues of fire on Helen, who was less than ten meters away.
Several bullets shining with various colors of light were sprayed out. Judging from their trajectories, they had only one target - Helen's head.
On the other side, Helen endured the severe pain from the wound, and her pale body instantly collapsed into a puddle of scarlet flesh, blending with the surrounding shadows and actively falling into it.
The shadow stealth of "Hermit" and the flesh magic of "Rose Bishop"!
Zerrell's actions just now have completely angered this born "Rose Bishop". Helen's few rational thoughts can no longer control her body. Her most primitive emotions and the anger after being attacked are all roaring, wanting to tear this thing apart.
Trying to hunt your own damn flesh bug.
Under her control, the injured part where the rotten flesh had not completely fallen off took the initiative to come out, and balls of flesh and blood bombs jumped out of the shadows and flew straight towards Zerrell and Klein.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zerrell did not panic. As a "Weapon Master" and a "Warrior" in Sequence 7, he was confident that he could hit the target with perfect accuracy. While pulling the trigger, he used the sealed object to drive the spirit body to actively detonate the flesh-and-blood bomb.
Sure enough, the bullets and the spirit body "embraced" the spirit body thrown into the air, and together they exploded into clouds of scarlet blood mist, and none of them escaped the net.
Very impressive... Klein turned his head slightly and looked at his employer with some admiration.
Zerrell, who had just completed a perfect shot, was smiling, but he did not relax. Instead, he immediately activated another sealed object. His dull eyes were dyed golden, and his body suddenly exuded a majesty that made people bow their heads unconsciously.
feel.
He turned his neck with difficulty, resisting the pain, and relying on his "warrior's" intuition, he released the "spiritual puncture" that had been prepared for a long time in an ordinary shadow.
"Ah!" Helen, who was hiding in the shadow, couldn't help but howl in pain, twisting her nearly half-broken body, crawling out of the shadow in a bloody mess, and even the white bones could be seen in several joints.
"She's almost out of control. Ha, all believers of the True Creator are like this. They are brainless lunatics. Their mental state is so bad that they have almost no resistance." Zerrell smiled sarcastically at Klein behind him, then turned to look down in front of him.
Helen, who relied on rolling to relieve the pain, raised her pistol with a little satisfaction.
Klein, who was behind him and closer to the exit, did not follow blindly. He looked at Helen whose body was almost completely collapsed with some confusion. His divergent thinking prevented him from raising the weapon in his hand.
"This should be a Sequence Six Beyonder. Why is he so weak? We spent a lot of effort to kill Mrs. Sharon..."
Suddenly, just when Zerrell was about to pull the trigger, a red light flashed in the eyes of Helen, who was squirming and struggling on the ground. Except for the torso, the flesh and blood that had almost completely separated from the body gathered together, and the shadows on the ground were crazy.
Surging and mixing wantonly.
In an instant, a spear made of flesh and bone and blessed by shadows pierced out, piercing Zerrell's chest without any warning!
The flesh and blood under the shadow surface squirmed crazily, and illusory mouths bit into Zerrell's flesh and blood. Helen on the ground let out a sad laugh, and Klein, who was frightened behind Zerrell's body, instantly threw out a few Tarot cards.
He moved sharply to distance himself.
But this almost instinctive attack did not hit the target, and it did not even penetrate the hidden shadow tentacles around it. Helen hit it aside with a few casual blows.
"Hahahahahaha!" The pain on her pale, soft and beautiful face had long since been replaced by pure joy.
Helen, who was temporarily incapacitated due to the use of her abilities, did not forget her original intention just because she was happy. She was also on guard against Klein who was beside her.
After careful inspection, the spear inserted into Zerrell's chest seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand, and it was suddenly pulled out, pulling out two shining objects wrapped in blood.
Helen got her wish and pulled off one of Zerrell's sealed items and a spiritual pendant.
The "Rose Bishop" who has achieved her goal will no longer stay. She has long since regained her sanity and followed her mother's teachings. She will not covet more like those gamblers who deserve it. She will be satisfied just by killing the bastard who hurt her.
Already.
Wow!
She turned into a pool of flesh and blood again, and like a flexible flying fish, she jumped into the shadows beneath her and disappeared.
Is this, leaving? Klein, who had originally planned to take the opportunity to escape, froze on the spot, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.
"Is this what you call danger?"
Just as he was about to step forward to check, he heard a muffled sound, and Zerrell's body fell to the ground. With his eyes wide open and the dazed Klein looking at each other, the whole sewer was very embarrassed for a moment...