Irene shut her mouth tightly. Her anger was tinged with a bit of fear as she stared at the skinny ambassador who was smiling warmly.
Bakerland stretched out his right hand, which was covered in a layer of orange-red flames that danced quietly.
He took two steps forward and made a gesture of pressing his palm against Irene's skin.
This reminded Irene of the descriptions in many novels. Those cruel interrogators would use red-hot iron to burn the target's body, causing them to experience extreme pain.
"No, you can't be so rough with a beautiful lady." Bakerland suddenly stopped his right palm and chuckled.
With a jerk, the layer of orange-red flames turned into a long scarlet whip.
The long whip burned the air around it, and barbs grew out from its joints.
Pa!
Bakerland lashed out with the flaming whip and struck Irene's body. Her clothes were charred and a black mark appeared on her skin. Her face contorted as she screamed.
"Who sent you?" Bakerland asked again in a gentle tone.
Irene's lips quivered a few times before she finally opened them.
"Yes …"
Just as Bakerland was subconsciously listening for the answer, his eyes suddenly reflected a blood-red color.
Not good! Bakerland jerked back and rolled on the ground.
At the place where he had been standing, flames leaped up and formed a burning wall.
Pfft! Pfft! Blood and flesh splattered out like raindrops, hitting the wall of fire with sizzling sounds.
Some of them penetrated the layer of flames and paved a sparse path of blood-red spots on the ground.
At the end of the path was Ambassador Intis, Bakerland, who had stood up again.
He saw Irene's abdomen torn open and saw two arms wrapped in viscous liquid sticking out.
With a sudden push of the two arms, a figure emerged from the beautiful Miss Irene's stomach. "It" was covered in a blood-colored viscous liquid that kept squirming and dripping down. It was the size of an ordinary adult man.
It was hard to imagine that Irene, who was a normal woman without a bulging abdomen, had such a thing hidden in her body!
How could it be hidden!?
Bang!
Everything below Eirinn's head exploded, turning into pure flesh and blood that flowed onto the humanoid figure. It mixed with the dripping liquid to form a strange red robe.
The figure revealed its true appearance. It was beautiful and enchanting like a woman. The blood-red robe on "its" body, under the illumination of the fire, looked like a blooming flower.
"Rose Bishop!" As a veteran intelligence officer, Bakerland immediately thought of the corresponding Sequence name.
Sequence 6 of the Secrets Suppliant pathway, Rose Bishop.
Every Rose Bishop was an expert in flesh and blood magic!
Beyonders of this Sequence could strangely hide in the bodies of others to avoid all kinds of detection.
But when he burrowed out, the host would lose his life.
"For the Lord!" Eirinn's remaining head cried out and closed her eyes forever.
The Rose Bishop reached out his right hand and tapped his chest four times in the order of bottom, top, right, left.
His eyes that reflected the color of blood and fire looked at Bakerland. He took a step forward with his right foot and passed through the wall of fire. He didn't suffer any damage from the fire, but there was a dark red liquid that kept dripping down.
Bakerland took another step back and suddenly raised his voice.
"Someone!"
"Help!"
Although his most capable assistant, Rosago, and a few intelligence officers had been sent out, there was still no lack of Beyonders in the embassy. They were military officials who had been approved by the Kingdom of Rouen, and they were the protective forces here on the surface!
One Sequence 5, one Sequence 6, three Sequence 7, and a total of nearly ten Sequence 8 and Sequence 9.
Bakerland's voice echoed in the room, but it couldn't be heard. The music outside didn't change, and the ball didn't stop.
It was as if this place had become an independent and isolated World!
"This …" Bakerland rationally stopped shouting, narrowed his eyes, and observed his surroundings.
The Rose Bishop wasn't in a hurry to take action.
He chuckled and said, "This is your own will, the rules you set."
"You previously told the guards not to disturb, not to approach, and not to let anyone come over."
"Yes … I magnified your will, your rules, and made a slight distortion. If you want to break through this gap, you have to defeat yourself."
Bakerland's expression changed slightly. From the fact that he seemed to abide by the rules, but in fact, he was distorting them and constantly absorbing the power of order to serve him. He thought of the name of another Sequence.
"Baron of Corruption!" Bakerland growled.
This was the Lawyer pathway, which was also the Sequence 6 of the Black Emperor pathway.
Before he could finish his sentence, Bakerland's expression suddenly turned extremely gloomy.
He blurted out, "Shepherd! You're a Shepherd! "
"Who are you from the Aurora Order? Mr. A? "
"Why are you assassinating me?"
The Rose Bishop, no, the Shepherd chuckled.
"You don't need to know who I am."
"Accept the Lord's favor …"
Before he could finish his sentence, his body suddenly froze. His joints seemed to be covered in rust, and his entire body paused as if he had become a puppet.
Bakerland laughed, and the gloominess from before instantly disappeared. He took out a white handkerchief from his left breast pocket and wiped the corner of his mouth.
"I'm glad you were able to chat with me for so long and gave me enough time."
After the white handkerchief was taken away, a thumb-sized head appeared from his left breast pocket. It was the head of a puppet with completely black eyes!
The Shepherd opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but all he heard was a hollow voice that seemed to come from afar.
"You …"
After a pause, his body suddenly swelled up, and his skin turned dark black. Two curved goat horns with sinister patterns grew out of his head, and a pair of wings that smelled of sulfur spread out from his back.
The Shepherd approached three meters in an instant and turned into a devilized creature.
But even so, he still felt as if every joint of his was tightly bound. His movements were stiff and slow, and his thoughts began to blur.
"You still have the powers of a Devil? As expected of a Shepherd. Let me send you to your Lord. " Bakerland didn't waste any more time. A flaming spear condensed in his right palm, with a blazing white tip.
He bent down and swung his arm, about to throw the spear to nail the Shepherd to the wall and burn him to ashes.
The corresponding Sequence 7 of Conspirer was Pyromaniac, and its ancient name was Fire Mage!
Cough! Cough! Cough!
At that moment, Bakerland coughed violently, as if he was about to spit out his heart and lungs. He coughed until he lost control of the flaming spear and dissipated inch by inch. He coughed until his face turned red and his forehead burned.
The influence he had on the enemy with the help of the mystical item was also removed. The Shepherd broke free from his sluggishness and returned to normal.
"Why do you think I chatted so much with you? How does severe pneumonia and uncontrollable coughing feel? "the devil-like face asked with the corners of his mouth curled up.
Upon hearing this, Bakerland suddenly recalled the beautiful and enchanting appearance of the enemy when he first appeared, and he said regretfully, "That's right.
He said regretfully, "Cough, cough, illness!"
"You, cough, killed a, cough, cough, Demoness of Affliction!"
The Shepherd deactivated his devil form, and his body became blurry and indistinct, layered over each other.
He chuckled.
"No, I just accepted Saint Tenebrous's gift."
"I know a Schemer always has all kinds of methods, so I'm going to use my strongest ability from now on. I won't let you have any unnecessary hopes."
A book appeared in front of him, a transparent and blurry book.
The pages of the ancient book flipped quickly, accompanied by a low chanting voice.
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
"As long as I've recorded it, I can use it once. This is the ability that Saint Tenebrous purposely showed me. Although it's only half of the original effect, it's enough." The Shepherd's voice became ethereal, and his body was enveloped by the darkness that surged out from the book.
He quickly turned into a 2.3-meter-tall giant. His entire body was covered in a black, ice-cold armor. Only his eyes flickered with crimson light.
The dark knight raised the straight and heavy greatsword in his hand, took a step forward, and fiercely slashed down.
"No!"
"Why?"
Amidst Bakerland's screams, the layers of flames that surged out of his body were split apart. The various bursts of light were split apart, and his body was also split in half.
Thud! Bakerland fell to the ground, but there was no blood flowing out of his wound. Even his soul seemed to be corroded and destroyed by the dark and gloomy sword that didn't seem to exist.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The flames that spewed out of Bakerland's body lost control, causing the room to collapse and shatter the glass. And at this moment, the isolation that was created by his will had disappeared with his death.
The Shepherd didn't stop, nor did he wait for the Beyonder characteristic to appear. He returned to his blurry form and seized the opportunity before the embassy's military officials arrived to pass through the layers of walls and run into the darkness outside.
…
15 Minsk Street. Klein's right hand that was holding the doorknob paused for a moment.
He decided to throw a coin to be safe before opening the door.
Since Ian had already been here, and the revelation he saw in his dream divination had already appeared, danger could befall him at any time!
Silently reciting the words "visitors outside will bring danger," Klein flicked a quarter penny up and watched it fall into his palm with the numbers facing up.
Negative … Klein silently muttered to himself as he reached out and twisted the doorknob.
However, he didn't lower his guard because of this. He knew that the ambassador had a Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the same pathway who could interfere with his divination.
If it were him, it would be normal for him to get the wrong answer!
Unfortunately, I don't have the time or the opportunity to go above the gray fog to confirm … Klein used his Spirit Vision to look through the wooden planks for a while, but he didn't find any problems. Then, he opened the door and took two steps back.
Sergeant Faxine, who was wearing a black-and-white checkered uniform, took off his hat and said with a serious expression, "Don't worry.
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