Audrey, who had already agreed on an emergency contact method with Xio and Fors, quickly conveyed Mr. Fool's hint to the two ladies through Susie, treating it as information she had obtained from another source.
In a corner of an old cathedral, Xio was thinking about how to confirm Lanevus's identity, how to create chaos, and seize the opportunity to avenge Williams as she unfolded the ball of paper.
… There's no need to confirm it. That's Lanevus? Xio's eyes widened as she hurriedly scanned the rest of the contents. She saw that it was clearly written on the piece of paper:
"We can only inform the Church of the Evernight Goddess."
"Remind them that Lanevus has the godhood of the True Creator."
"Godhood? The godhood of the True Creator? " Xio blurted out as she looked at the golden retriever in front of her, who was in charge of delivering the letter. She realized that she was also dumbfounded.
"What?" As Fors listened, she suddenly felt that something was amiss. She hurriedly took the piece of paper and quickly read it.
After a moment, she pursed her lips, unsure whether to laugh or be angry.
"This … This is a joke, right?"
"How did we get involved in matters related to the godhood of an evil god?"
We're just catching a swindler worth 200 pounds!
In response to Fors's question, Susie could only use her innocent eyes to express that she was just a dog and that she didn't know what was going on.
Fors didn't expect a dog to answer her questions. She turned her head to Xio and said,
She turned her head to Xio and said, "Miss Audrey probably isn't as naive and pure as we imagine. She has many secrets."
"This might be a game between the nobles and the Church, or a cult."
"However, it's obvious that she didn't know about the godhood before. She was also used by someone. Yes … The person who used her might be her father, Earl Hall."
"Fortunately, this matter ends here. You don't have to take any more risks. After getting someone to report it, you can collect the bounty in peace."
Xio was taken aback.
"That's right …"
"I hope that the Nighthawks can help Williams take revenge. They're so powerful, so they can definitely, definitely …"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head to the side and muttered to herself,
"I'm still too weak."
"Too weak …"
Xio raised her hand and covered her mouth and nose.
…
I'm still too weak … Otherwise, I would've chosen to take revenge with my own hands. But now, I can only settle for the next best thing … Not to mention the "giant" and the hidden helpers around Lanevus, I probably won't be able to deal with him with his godhood alone … As long as they receive the information, with the Nighthawks' reaction speed, they should take action tonight. The Baekeland diocese is second only to the Church's headquarters. There are many Sealed Artifacts and many powerhouses, so there's no need to wait for additional helpers … After handing over the matters, Klein returned to the real World. He stuck on a mustache, changed his hairstyle, and stared blankly into the mirror for a few minutes.
He was filled with anticipation, excitement, melancholy, and helplessness.
Before evening, he left the Quelaag Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he went to the grocery market and randomly found a very busy stall with good business. He bought a few masks, including one of a clown.
He decided to watch the operation to capture Lanevus from the sidelines tonight!
He wanted to see Lanevus pay the price for his madness with his own eyes!
Of course, with his strength, he could only watch from afar. He didn't even have the right to approach.
At eleven o 'clock, when many people had already fallen asleep, Klein changed into a grayish-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself like he had the night before. Then, he put on a cap, circled a few streets away, and took a rental carriage to the Baekeland Bridge area.
When he arrived, he walked all the way to the East Balam Dock.
His interview questions yesterday included questions like "where are you currently staying" and "how's the surrounding environment." Therefore, he knew very well that Lanevus was staying in the dormitory provided by the Dock Workers' Association.
However, Klein didn't approach it. He carefully circled around it, and his target was the clock tower of the East Balam Dock.
In Baekeland, in addition to large cathedrals with towering symbolic clock towers, many government buildings would also have one. It wasn't necessarily too tall, grand, or gorgeous. It was mainly practical, such as the one at the East Balam Dock.
Compared to the surrounding three-story buildings, it was like a giant, towering into the night and looking down at the area.
Klein easily flipped into the bell tower's interior and followed the spiraling staircase that led upwards without end. He quickly proceeded forward in the darkness.
Finally, he arrived at his destination. He came to the top of the huge wall clock. It was surrounded by dark yellow fences, and above his head was a spire that could be touched by stretching out his hand.
Taking a few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, identified his location, and looked at the dormitory of the Dock Workers' Association.
It was a two-story brick-red building. The occasional passersby were almost black dots in Klein's eyes.
He stared at it for a few seconds, then took a step back and melted into the darkness.
At the same time, he took out a new mask and put it on.
It was a clown with the corners of his mouth curled up high, and his nose was painted with red paint.
A happy clown.
...
With the clown mask on, Klein stood in the thick darkness, patiently waiting for the show to begin.
This wait lasted for two hours.
When the hands of the large wall clock below him passed one, he suddenly saw something flying in the distance.
It was a huge airship with dark black paint!
If it weren't for the faint moonlight, it would have been indistinguishable from the night. It didn't emit exaggerated mechanical roars like what was described in the newspapers and magazines. Its blades quietly rotated, and it was as quiet as a vulture that had found its prey but hadn't found an opportunity.
Strong and light alloys propped up the cotton frame, and below it hung a box with machine gun muzzles, throwing ports, and cannon ports. It looked intimidating at a glance.
There's no sound … Did they use Beyonder means to temporarily deal with it? Wearing the clown mask, Klein looked at the slowly descending airship and had a guess.
At this moment, what he was most puzzled about was that an airship had been sent out for a small-scale Beyonder battle in a densely populated area of the city!
Weren't they afraid of accidentally injuring the surrounding citizens? Weren't they afraid of causing panic?
Soon, the airship floated about ten meters in the air. This way, Klein didn't have to worry about being discovered. His position was much higher!
As he observed the situation below, he suddenly had a guess. It was likely that the airship wouldn't enter the battle. Instead, it would monitor the scene from the sky, providing the operatives with a better view to prevent accidents from happening and the target's possible escape.
At this moment, three figures in black trench coats appeared in front of the two-story red brick building.
The leader didn't wear a hat. He had a head of short, golden-brown hair, and dark green eyes that were as deep as a windless lake.
The collars of his shirt and trench coat were raised high, and his palms were covered in a layer of blood-red gloves!
And a silver-white metal suitcase was wrapped around his left hand through a chain of the same color.
This was one of the nine high-ranking deacons of the Church of the Evernight Goddess's Nighthawks, Crestet Cesimir. He was also one of the three powerhouses of the Red Gloves team, and he happened to be in Baekeland.
Cesimir looked ahead and turned his head to the subordinate on his left.
"Using Sealed Artifact 1 — 63."
"Yes, Your Excellency." The Nighthawk half-squatted down and helped Cesimir untie the chain around the silver suitcase.
Throughout the entire process, Crestet Cesimir's muscles were extremely tense, as if he was resisting something.
The Nighthawk on the left drew a silent breath and suddenly pressed down, causing the surface of the silver suitcase to crack with illusory ripples.
The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if it had all been sucked into the suitcase. A bone sword that was less than a meter long emitted a lustrous, pure white glow as it slowly floated up.
Its blade was supported by a simple and unadorned silver-plated mirror.
The images reflected in the mirror were layer after layer, stacking on top of each other without an end.
The Nighthawk on the left picked up the mirror and aimed it at the red brick building.
The small building was clearly reflected in it, and nothing seemed to have changed.
However, Cesimir slowly exhaled, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the bone sword that was less than a meter long.
The surrounding light was restored a little.
"Let's go in." He took a step forward and approached the entrance of the red brick building.
The three Nighthawks opened the door and entered the dark house, heading straight for the staircase that led to the second floor.
At that moment, a tall but thin figure appeared in the shadows in the corner. He wore a black priest robe, had light yellow curly hair, and had beast-like dark brown eyes.
"You're the Goddess's Sword?" the nearly two-meter-tall "giant" said in a deep voice.
At the same time, he clenched his right fist.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Guild members in the red brick building exploded one after another in their sleep. They didn't even have the time to scream.
Their bodies were torn apart, turning into thick, viscous flesh and blood. Half of it surged towards the "giant" to weave a cloak that could resist spells and reduce damage. The other half condensed into a hairy carpet that covered the three Nighthawks.
Crestet Cesimir only watched silently without doing anything.
Silently, the flesh and blood dissipated and collapsed. They fell like raindrops, but they didn't dye the floor red.
In each of the rooms, human figures reappeared, still sleeping soundly.
"This is the World in the Mirror, the World in the Mirror that only targets Beyonders. The flesh and blood bombs you planted in the bodies of ordinary people are all illusory here." Cesimir held the Holy Artifact bone sword in his right hand and raised it. There was no more light in the surroundings.
"Humph!" The "giant" suddenly grabbed his left shoulder with his right hand and tore off his entire arm. Then, he threw it forward with blood and bones!
Boom!
His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of blood that rained down on the three Nighthawks.
At the same time, the flesh at the stump of his left shoulder began to squirm crazily, and a new arm slowly grew out. It was a bloody arm that didn't have any skin yet. Pa!
Pa! Pa!
Sizzle! Sizzle!
The blood-colored raindrops accurately avoided Cesimir and the others and landed on the floor, quickly corroding deep and black marks.
But no matter how hard they tried, they were always a hair's breadth away from the three Nighthawks. It was as if they were fated to be.
"My enemies are often unlucky." The corners of Cesimir's mouth curled up slightly. With a slip of his foot, he instantly appeared in front of the "giant."
The "giant"'s eyes narrowed, and his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into sticky flesh and blood that quickly seeped into the floor.
Cesimir knelt on one knee and stabbed the Holy Artifact bone sword into the ground.
"No!"
In the thick darkness, a roar filled with pain and fear erupted, but it was immediately swallowed by peace and silence.
Cesimir straightened his body and pulled out the bone sword. A drop of dark red blood slowly dripped down from its tip, and on the floor, flesh and blood seeped out, solidifying into a face of despair. It was none other than the "giant" with the corners of his mouth slightly drooping.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Three shadows appeared one after another around Cesimir, but all of them inexplicably fell to the ground, forcibly pulled down by many invisible things!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Another Nighthawk fired. The surface of the silver-white bullet seemed to be engraved with the Evernight Sacred Emblem.
The three attackers hiding in the shadows in an attempt to assassinate Cesimir revealed themselves, twitching as they lost their breath.
"Rose Bishop, Hermit Ascetic … People from the Aurora Order." Cesimir frowned and said in a low voice without turning to his companions, "There's something wrong with this matter. It's very strange. All of you have to be careful."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard the sound of footsteps, footsteps echoing in the peace and silence.
Then, he saw Lanevus, who was wearing a linen shirt and had a sharp face, walk down the dark stairs. His expression was indifferent and calm, without a hint of fear.
"I'm very puzzled. To the Aurora Order, you should be a blasphemer. Why would they send someone to protect you?" Cesimir asked casually, as if he didn't notice anything amiss.
Lanevus revealed his trademark mocking smile.
"That's very simple."
"Because I'm no longer a pure Lanevus."
He paused, and his gaze suddenly turned cold.
"I'm now even more so, the True Creator!"
He suddenly pulled open his linen shirt, revealing the dark red flesh on his chest and abdomen that didn't have any skin.
The flesh and blood connected together to form a figure hanging upside down!
With a loud bang, the surrounding void shattered like glass, and all the scenes collapsed and disintegrated.
This was the aura of a deity.
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