On the clock tower of the East Balam Dock, Klein, who was wearing a clown mask and hiding in the darkness, had been quietly staring at the dormitory of the Dock Workers Association and the airship floating above it.
He couldn't see the exact battle process, nor did he know how far the operation in the brick-red building had progressed. All he could do was endure it and judge whether the situation was good or bad from the changes in the surroundings and the occasional black dot that passed by.
At that moment, he saw the gas lamps in the area suddenly extinguish.
All of them were extinguished!
The area turned pitch-black!
Immediately following that, a feeling that left an extremely deep impression on him erupted from the brick-red building. Even though he was a long distance away, Klein couldn't help but tremble. His legs went limp, and his back bent.
That was the feeling of looking down on and crushing all living beings from their very essence.
It was a feeling of being unable to resist or face!
No, I can't look directly at God … In a daze, Klein felt as though he had returned to the past, back to the lobby of the Blackthorn Security Company. It was as if he had activated his Spirit Vision to pry into Megose's mental state and the baby in her womb.
That feeling was exactly the same as it was now!
No, it's even more extreme and terrifying now!
How did this happen? Didn't Lanevus only have a little bit of the godhood bestowed by the True Creator? At most, he would have one or two corresponding items! Why does it feel like an evil god is descending?
Before Klein could shake off the trembling of his body and his thoughts, he suddenly felt a deep, serene, and deep darkness engulf the feeling that he couldn't look directly at, pry into, or resist.
The two were extinguished at the same time, and the surrounding gas lamps lit up with a relatively bright light. The airship that couldn't stop itself from plummeting floated up again.
Everything had returned to its original state, as if nothing had changed.
However, Klein didn't think so. He stood up with all his might, knowing that something important had happened in the brick-red building.
There's no longer the feeling of surpassing Beyonders in terms of essence and level. There's no longer the feeling of an evil god descending. This means that the True Creator's or Lanevus's plan has failed … However, the Nighthawks should've suffered a serious blow as well. They might not have any strength left … At this moment, Klein's heart stirred as he hurriedly removed the spirit pendulum from his left sleeve.
"The current Lanevus is no longer dangerous."
After repeating it seven times, he opened his eyes and saw that the topaz pendant was spinning counterclockwise, but it was neither fast nor large.
This meant that Lanevus was still a dangerous person, but to a lesser extent.
Klein was more concerned about something else.
The divination did not fail again!
This meant that Lanevus had already separated from the godhood bestowed upon him by the True Creator. He was essentially separated!
As the bone-chilling cold wind blew past, Klein suddenly shivered. He felt as if an electric current had instantly drilled into his brain from the soles of his feet.
Maybe I can do something! This thought suddenly flashed through his mind. Without any hesitation, he took four steps counterclockwise from the top of the dark bell tower and went above the gray fog.
Without wasting any time, he sat down and conjured a piece of yellowish-brown goatskin parchment. It conjured a divination statement:
"Lanevus's escape route."
Klein leaned back, quickly recited the words, and entered a deep dream.
In the illusory, fragmented, and misty World, he saw a ditch with flowing sewage, a dark and dirty passageway, and rusty metal pipes.
It was cramped and sealed.
It was a sewer!
Klein woke up and immediately covered himself with his spirituality before falling into the gray fog.
As soon as he returned to the real World, he immediately took a few steps back and came to the side of the bell tower that had its back facing the airship.
Klein didn't walk down the spiral staircase. Instead, he flipped over the dark yellow fence and used the platforms, protrusions, and decorations on the building's surface to jump down one floor at a time. His body was so balanced that it was as if he was walking on the ground.
In a short period of time, his feet landed on the thick stone slabs of the street.
…
Inside the red brick building, two red-gloved Nighthawks collapsed by the door, unconscious. The ancient silver-plated mirror had rolled to a corner, but it no longer looked special. It was impossible to tell that it was a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact.
But one could clearly feel that it was recovering bit by bit.
Crestet Cesimir knelt on one knee at the intersection, a stream of liquid that resembled blood and tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.
His short, golden-brown hair hung limply, and the collar of his trench coat and shirt had become tattered, revealing his sharp chin and thin, stiff mouth.
As he panted, a distorted, illusory, translucent face appeared above each of his teeth.
Cesimir's red-gloved left palm supported himself on the ground as he struggled to straighten his neck and look forward.
Directly in front of him was the staircase that led to the second floor. Standing on the staircase was Lanevus, whose linen shirt was completely unbuttoned.
Lanevus stood upright, with the pure white, glossy Holy Artifact bone sword stuck between his chest and abdomen.
The skinless flesh and blood that outlined The Hanging Man's shadow had all disappeared, leaving behind an empty hole.
Vaguely, one could even see Lanevus's back through the hole.
Lanevus moved with great difficulty, then he suddenly laughed loudly and maniacally.
"Haha, haha, thank you!
"I really want to thank all of you!
"Really. Look at my sincere eyes. I really want to thank all of you!
"If you hadn't discovered it in time, I would've truly become a vessel for the True Creator to descend in a few months. When that happens, how different would my state be from that of a dead person?"
Cesimir was clearly stunned when he heard that. He couldn't believe that the person he had destroyed with all his might would be so happy.
He wanted to stand up, but he couldn't. He wanted to resist, but he was powerless to do so.
Lanevus saw his confusion and coughed with a smile.
"Do you know? For a person like me, it's the saddest thing to have no one to share it with after doing something that's worth being proud of. "
"Ahem, when I was in Tingen City, I was deceived by the True Creator. Not only did 'He' return by creating a child, 'He' also secretly planted a 'sapling' in my body."
"No, I even believe that Megose's child was just 'His' cover. 'He' didn't even request the members of the Aurora Order to protect her and divert attention. 'He' seems to have known from the beginning that this matter would fail."
"'His' true descent was set up in my body. The godhood 'He' bestowed on me suddenly merged with the 'sapling' in my body after I arrived in Baekeland. Haha, can you imagine it? I'm being replaced bit by bit, by 'Him' bit by bit! In the end, I'll become the True Creator. "
"Before I could think of a solution, the people from the Aurora Order found me based on the godhood's senses. Thankfully, they're all simple-minded lunatics. Haha, there are always so many foolish people."
Cough, cough, cough! Lanevus spat out a mouthful of extravasated blood and seemed to regain some mobility.
He took a step forward with great difficulty. For some reason, his chiseled face suddenly softened, looking more like his original self.
Lanevus pressed his palm on the handrail of the staircase and laughed mockingly.
"Thankfully, the True Creator needs a large amount of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment, and primitive evil to completely descend and replace me. Only Baekeland, East Borough, the factory district, and the dock area, can satisfy 'His' requirements. This gave me a chance to interact with others."
"I know that it's unrealistic to call the police purely through the people I interact with, because the people I interact with are likely members of the Aurora Order."
"At first, I wanted to instigate a strike to get the police to notice me, but I was warned by the Aurora Order and tortured. I could only end it in a hurry."
"I pretended to lose control and got the chance to go to the sewers to vent. In the process, I secretly used my blood to contaminate some of the creatures living there, turning them into ferocious mutated monsters. Unfortunately, before you could investigate, this matter was discovered by the Aurora Order. It seems that one of their members died at the hands of a mutated monster. Sigh, now that I don't have any godhood or a sapling, my blood no longer has such an effect."
"After that, I was placed under even stricter control, but I still found an opportunity. I killed a prostitute and used the cruelest method to attract the attention of the police. Who knew that the Aurora Order would disguise this case as part of a serial murder case? I still didn't manage to wait until I was rescued."
"I no longer had such an opportunity, so I could only use a more ingenious method. I took the initiative to request the most ferocious, craziest, and most radical members of the Aurora Order to watch over me, and this was in line with their thoughts. Hehe, can't they use their brains to think? Such lunatics can cause trouble at any time. As expected, you're here! "
Phew … At that moment, Lanevus exhaled and stretched his body, as if he had finally shaken off the residual effects.
He pulled out the Holy Bone Sword that was stuck in his chest and said regretfully, "What a pity.
I can't take it with me. Otherwise, I'll be quickly locked onto and found by you. "
After the pure white bone sword completely left his body, the exaggerated wound didn't leave a single drop of blood. The part that disappeared didn't seem to belong to Lanevus.
Lanevus pressed his right hand to his chest and bowed to Crestet Cesimir and the others.
"The people on the airship outside should be recovering soon. I can't stay any longer."
"Thank you, from the bottom of my heart."
"Although you're very foolish, you've ultimately helped me."
"For you bunch of foolish fellows, this is your honor."
At this point, he straightened his body and said with a mocking smile, "Goodbye.
"Goodbye, foolish Nighthawks."
"Use your lives to send me off."
With the Holy Artifact bone sword in hand, he took a few steps forward and attempted to stab Crestet Cesimir.
But at that moment, his eyelids began to grow heavy, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep.
"So you still have some strength. This is troublesome …" Lanevus bit his tongue and suddenly threw the Holy Bone Sword at the unconscious Nighthawk by the door!
"No!"
Cesimir waved his hand with the strength he had accumulated with great difficulty, causing an invisible object to divert the Holy Artifact bone sword.
Lanevus seized the opportunity and ran to the side. From the bathroom window at the end of the corridor, he flipped out of the red brick building.
Following that, he opened the manhole cover by the street, climbed down, and plunged into the sewers.
Lanevus seemed to be very familiar with this place. Even though it was pitch black around him, he could still run, jump, turn, and quickly escape into the depths of the labyrinthine sewers.
Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.
Pfft!
A card was stabbed deeply into his right chest, and blood dripped from the edge.
Lanevus looked up and saw the attacker with his dark vision.
It was a man of medium build in a worker's uniform. He wore a mask with a raised mouth and a red nose.
It was a happy clown.
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