Kacha!
Klein saw that Eichinger Stanton's back had clearly caved in, and he felt a faint pain in his spine.
With a plop, Eichinger, who had already fallen forward, fell to the ground, as if he had instantly lost consciousness from the pain.
Kaslana, who had thrown the punch, stood in the same spot, panting with a blank look in her eyes. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and she didn't follow up with another attack.
It was as if she had just woken up from a long nightmare caused by her emotions. All the strength in her body had completely disappeared from her previous outburst.
Phew. Phew. Kaslana's body swayed, and she was about to collapse.
Klein narrowed his eyes, took two steps forward, and rushed to Eichinger Stanton's side.
He half-squatted down and tried to help him up.
Eichinger, who was lying on the ground, shouted in pain.
"Run!
"Don't worry about me!"
Clearly, he didn't believe that the trio, with one seriously injured and the other powerless, could hold back the Desire Apostle. Therefore, he told Klein to immediately escape and rendezvous with the official Beyonders. Otherwise, all three of them would die here.
At the same time, Eichinger raised his right hand with great difficulty, attempting to use some Beyonder powers to let the official Beyonders in the distance notice the abnormality inside.
As for the miniature "telegraph" with the loudspeaker, it had long flown to the wall because of Eichinger's collapse.
Klein looked hesitant. Just as he was about to make a decision, he saw a sticky black "liquid" flow down from the ceiling, quickly condensing into a pitch-black figure.
The figure seemed to be completely wrapped in a black curtain, with only a pair of cold blue eyes exposed.
Upon seeing him, Klein felt as if he could see the strongest emotions and desires of a living being.
Fear, anger, greed, jealousy, hunger, lust, and so on.
The Desire Apostle didn't waste the situation he had painstakingly created, and he immediately entered the activity room.
At this moment, among the three detectives, Kaslana had collapsed from her emotional outburst. Eichinger Stanton's spine had been severely injured, and he had basically lost his combat strength. Only Klein was unharmed.
However, apart from the revolver and Beyonder bullets, all of his mystical items were above the gray fog. And he was facing a Sequence 5 Desire Apostle, a powerhouse who had the ability to nurture a Devil dog!
At this moment, the corners of Klein's mouth slightly curled up.
His right hand, which he had placed on the wound on Eichinger's back, abruptly wiped it, causing the obvious depression to strangely shift to the side, onto one of his ribs!
The most magical Beyonder power of a Magician:
"Damage Transfer"!
It could transfer a wound to the user's body once, reducing a serious injury to a minor one, but it could not transfer the damage to other people or objects!
When Klein saw that Eichinger Stanton was injured, he had already thought of a follow-up plan.
First, he would pretend that there was nothing he could do to make the Desire Apostle appear. Then, he would transfer the detective's wound, leaving him with only a minor rib fracture. At this moment, Klein believed that Eichinger would deal with the Desire Apostle at the same time. This was the most instinctive struggle of humans before death.
This way, even if the Desire Apostle discovered that something was amiss, it would be too late for him to break away. Once Klein completed his "treatment," he could join forces with the detective and hold back the target until the official Beyonders arrived!
Almost at the same time, the ring that Eichinger had pointed outwards suffused a vibrant green glow. His body was quickly enveloped by a faint glow, and his wound quickly recovered.
His rib fracture was instantly healed.
The great detective's pain was real, but his helplessness was fake!
However, this overlapped with Klein's help.
When the Desire Apostle, who was about to make a move, saw this scene, his eyes widened, and his body suddenly came to a halt.
Without being entangled, he immediately turned around and ran to the window.
During this process, his body rapidly collapsed, turning into a sticky black liquid.
The liquid seeped into the ground, into the wall, and instantly disappeared.
Klein only had time to snap his fingers with his raised right hand.
The Air Bullet passed through the open window and shot outside, causing sparks to fly everywhere. However, the Desire Apostle had completely disappeared.
He ran so fast, without any hesitation … Are you even a devil … There's going to be a lot of trouble later on … The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he turned to look at Eichinger Stanton, who had flipped over and stood up.
The great detective happened to be looking at him as well.
"You know how to treat?"
"You know how to treat?"
The two of them asked the same question at the same time.
After looking at each other, Eichinger shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"I didn't expect him to escape from the trap I set up."
As he spoke, his ring emitted a faint glow, and he looked around to confirm that the Desire Apostle was far away.
Eichinger then explained, "I didn't have the chance to simulate a healing ability this afternoon.
Later on, I thought that I could use this to set up a trap and make the Desire Apostle appear because of my serious injuries, so I deliberately bandaged my wounds in a very exaggerated manner. "
He pointed to the marks on his left arm near his shoulder.
"As expected, this came in handy, but I didn't expect you to be able to treat serious injuries. In the end …" Eichinger sighed softly.
In the end, both of them placed "treating" their injuries as their top priority. Neither of them bothered the Desire Apostle, allowing him to immediately escape once he realized that something was amiss.
Be it me or Stanton, both of us have trump cards or arrangements that the Desire Apostle doesn't know about. We wanted to use this to trick him, but who knew that we would cancel each other out and let the target escape … Is this what it means to be positive and negative? Klein smiled helplessly.
"This is because we don't know each other well enough, and our teamwork isn't tacit enough."
"No, it's my fault." Eichinger said sincerely, "When I saw that you didn't escape or defend yourself, but instead came over to help me, I should have deduced that you weren't panicking, that you had confidence, and that you had a solution. Unfortunately, when I wore this ring, my brain was constantly in a state of overload, making it difficult for me to think too much about other matters."
2081 This Sealed Artifact also has the effect of passively lowering one's intelligence … Klein smiled and said, "Mr. Stanton, this isn't the time to discuss who's responsible.
"Mr. Stanton, this isn't the time to discuss who's responsible. The Desire Apostle has already escaped. We have to consider what to do next."
As Eichinger took off the ring, he turned to the door of the activity room and said, "The official Beyonders are about to arrive.
I'll go outside to appease Stuart and the others before discussing a solution. Are you coming with me, or are you going to do your own things first? "
Official Beyonders … Previously, Mr. Stanton mentioned the Nighthawks, Machinery Hivemind, and the military … Please don't let it be someone I know … Hmm, my spiritual intuition didn't warn me, so it shouldn't be … Mr. Stanton is giving me a chance to pack up and deal with sensitive items to prevent unfriendly official Beyonders from finding trouble with me … Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind as he asked in thought,
"Mr. Stanton, where was the Desire Apostle when you grasped his location?"
Eichinger thought for a moment and said, "In your bedroom.
"Your bedroom. Sit at your desk."
… How arrogant … Klein pointed outside the door.
"I'll go check there and see if there are any traces left behind.
"If we can grasp the Desire Apostle's true appearance, the pursuit of him will definitely be much easier.
"I'll have to trouble you with the rest."
"Alright." Eichinger walked to the side and helped the weak Kaslana up.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein suddenly found it amusing.
After discussing so much, making preparations and laying a trap, I still failed to hold back the Desire Apostle and ended up in this state … There are always more accidents than preparations … That's why Magicians are only Sequence 7 …
After leaving the room, Klein went straight to the second floor and walked into his bedroom.
The layout inside hadn't changed at all. Even the distance between the chair and the table was the same as before, but Klein seemed to see a figure wrapped in a pitch-black liquid.
He sat there, looking straight ahead, patiently and calmly waiting for an opportunity.
As expected of a Cold-Blooded One … Klein looked at the glass of the oriel window, feeling that he might be able to divine what it reflected.
The Devil pathway is very good at committing crimes, so it shouldn't be that easy to leave behind clues … However, I can try going above the gray fog … Klein checked around and began to burn some of the mysticism notes he had casually written.
Not long after he was done, he saw a few strangers go up to the second floor.
The leader was a man with a rigid face, but he had a head of messy, unruly, and stubborn brown hair.
He was holding an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns in his hand. There were black gems on both sides of the mirror as' eyes'.
"Hello, Mr. Moriarty. I'm Ikanser Bernard of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Can I inspect this place?"
Klein nodded.
"No problem."
He then said politely,
"Do you need me to stay by your side and answer some questions?"
"Alright, sorry to trouble you. Mr. Stanton has mentioned your situation," Ikanser said with a smile.
There were a few members behind him, and they all had different attitudes towards Klein. Some ignored him, some were curious, and some were hostile.
My situation? How did Mr. Stanton introduce me, and what sort of story did he tell? Klein's thoughts raced as he followed Ikanser into the bedroom again. The other official Beyonders formed groups of two and were in charge of different areas on the second floor.
"This is where the Desire Apostle sat?" Ikanser pointed at the chair in front of the desk.
He had obviously already asked Eichinger Stanton.
"Yes," Klein answered frankly.
Ikanser didn't say anything else. He picked up the silver mirror and stroked its surface three times with his right hand.
After a slight pause, he said in a deep voice,
"Honorable Arrodes, my question is, what did the Devil who was sitting here look like?"
The surrounding lights suddenly turned dark, as if they had been dyed with the mist after the rain. A strange aqueous glow flashed on the surface of the silver mirror, forming a scene.
A person covered in sticky black "goo" was sitting on a chair, his back facing the window and his face facing the bed.
Right on the heels of that, the scene changed. The mirror in the corner of the room vaguely reflected the side profile of the black figure, a side profile that was also covered in "pitch-black."
However, one could vaguely make out some outlines.
The Desire Apostle had high cheekbones and a pair of cold blue eyes.
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