The glass greenhouse outside the window reflected the pale Sun's light. The bright and glistening roses were eye-catching even in the thin fog.
In the bedroom, Duke Of Negan seemed to have regained the feeling of following his father and elders when he was young, riding a horse across the vast land, driving hounds, and chasing wild beasts.
Finally, he reached the peak, and his surroundings seemed to become abnormally quiet.
Right at this moment, his mind suddenly buzzed. He felt that kind of pleasure and comfort suddenly explode, exploding continuously. There was no limit and no end to it, exploding again and again.
Duke Of Negan's waist trembled as his vision turned blank. His mind lost all its thoughts.
His heart began to beat violently, unable to bear the burden. It was like a steam boiler that had exceeded its limits by an unknown amount. It would explode at any moment, and hot steam would spear out at any moment.
If it were an ordinary person or a Beyonder with a weak physique, they would definitely have suffered a myocardial infarction, bleeding to the brain, and die on the spot. However, Duke Of Negan ultimately survived. However, his eyes were glazed, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth. He collapsed weakly towards his mistress who was lying flat on the ground.
The Wind-blessed and the duke's secretary, who were on guard in the two rooms, simultaneously sensed the abnormality and mystery of the spirituality. The former's body was suddenly enveloped by a violent gust of wind, sweeping him towards the wall. With a loud thud, he tore open a huge hole and entered the bedroom.
The secretary went straight for the source of the mystery — the attic of the house!
Along the way, he didn't dodge, but the decorative vases and other objects in the corridor seemed to have a life of their own as they cleverly avoided him.
And when he ran up the stairs to the attic, the wooden floor seemed to move upwards, as though it was helping him.
In just three to four seconds, this refined and handsome blond young man had already entered the attic and saw a figure sitting on an old chair.
The figure was covered in a sticky black liquid, like the gathering of all the ugly desires and intense emotions deep in a human's heart. It was greed that was willing to sell the rope that could hang oneself, hunger that didn't want to let go of its own kind, and unrestrained lust.
This was a devil that walked on the ground!
The thin secretary's expression didn't change, nor did he directly attack. Instead, he looked at the other party, reached out his hand, and politely closed the door.
Bang!
The wooden door of the attic was closed.
The entire room suddenly felt as if it had been completely sealed off. It was as if they couldn't leave this place without expending a lot of effort to break it.
At this moment, the concept of "closing the door and sealing the room" seemed to have been changed to "sealing this place and isolating the inside from the outside"!
The Desire Apostle moved. His body swelled and grew a pair of huge bat wings that emitted light blue tongues of flame.
One after another, fireballs emitting a strong smell of sulfur took shape and bombarded the blonde secretary of the Duke Of Negan.
The secretary stretched out his left hand, which was wearing a white glove. He clenched his fist and turned his wrist.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
The fireballs no longer followed the principles of a straight line or parabola. They suddenly scattered in all directions, as chaotic as the irregular movement of tiny particles that a botanist had proposed. Some of them hit the wall, some hit the ceiling, some landed beside the frail secretary, and some retreated, nearly injuring the Desire Apostle himself.
The entire attic was in a mess. There were smashed and charred marks everywhere. Even the house shook twice.
However, the mysterious power that "sealed" this place, or rather, the laws that had been tampered with, had yet to be destroyed. The surrounding walls, old wooden doors, and dusty roofs were only tottering, but they didn't collapse.
The Desire Apostle didn't feel depressed because of the failure of his previous attempt, nor did he panic because the other party's emotions were calm and his desires were restrained. He couldn't control or catalyze them. His coffee-colored eyes suddenly had a fiery redness that resembled magma, condensing into the blonde secretary's appearance. He spat out a word in the Devil language that was filled with filth and stench.
"Die!"
Almost at the same time, the gold-rimmed glasses secretary's pupils constricted. He spread out his left fist and aimed his palm at the Desire Apostle.
Suddenly, his figure split into two. One was the refined, thin figure of him, and the other was a shadow covered in the black liquid of "desire." The two quickly alternated, overlapping at times.
"Die!"
The Language of Foulness reverberated in the attic. The secretary grunted and took two steps back.
The split figure dissipated, and large patches of red rust immediately appeared on the surface of his body and his face. It was as if he had turned into an iron man that had been left in a damp place for many years.
Cough! Cough! He coughed violently and spat out clumps of blood that had congealed and was covered in rust.
The marks on the surface of his body slowly shook off. Cough!
Cough! Cough!
The Desire Apostle was also coughing, and he also coughed out blood that had congealed into rusty stains. The sticky black liquid that covered his entire body became much thinner.
Half of the effects of his Language of Foulness seemed to have been transferred to him by the Duke Of Negan's secretary!
...
Inside the bedroom.
The Wind-blessed helped the Duke Of Negan up and kicked the beautiful mistress to the other side, in case she was an accomplice of the attacker.
The reason why he didn't help the secretary was because he knew very well that he only had one duty — to protect the Duke Of Negan!
And in such a situation, he had to be wary of more than one enemy!
At this moment, the Duke Of Negan eased up a little, but despite his considerable strength, his limbs still went limp. His body was empty, and his mind was dispirited. He was unable to use his Beyonder powers at all.
He gestured for the Wind-blessed to take off the conch necklace around his neck and bring the item to his mouth.
The Duke Of Negan took a deep breath and blew into the small conch that was covered in strange patterns.
Hualala!
The low sound of the tide spread out as it surged towards the Holy Wind Cathedral.
"With His Grace's speed, he'll be here soon!" The Wind-blessed consoled him before carrying the Duke Of Negan on his back, approaching the window and jumping down.
He wanted to meet up with the duke's guards outside. There were two or three Low-Sequence Beyonders inside.
The Duke Of Negan panted and said, "Capture.
We must capture him alive, or a spirit body …
"I want to know who it is!"
Last time, it was Pirate Admiral Zillinges who came to assassinate him, and this time, it was an unfamiliar Sequence 5 Beyonder. The Duke Of Negan knew that he hadn't developed such a feud with anyone recently, so he was especially angry and resentful.
He wanted to find the mastermind and use all his resources to tear him apart!
And the premise of all of this was to find clues from the assassin.
Seven or eight seconds later, most of the duke's guards surged over, surrounding Pallas Negan and the Wind-blessed in the middle in front of the garden.
"Wait here and be on guard against the enemy," the Wind-blessed ordered.
According to normal procedures, he should've escorted the duke away from the scene of the assassination as soon as possible and rushed to the Holy Wind Cathedral, a safe place. However, he wasn't sure if there were any other enemies, and he was afraid of being ambushed along the way. And most importantly, he was worried that he would miss Spellsinger of God Ace Snake, which would put him in an even more dangerous situation.
One second, two seconds, three seconds … Time continued to pass as the house trembled from time to time. The battle inside seemed to have reached its climax.
"Why isn't the archbishop here yet?" the panting Duke Of Negan asked in a slightly panicked tone.
With the other party's flying speed, he should've arrived soon. However, the thin fog in the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral showed no signs of being blown away.
The Wind-blessed was on high alert as he hesitantly said,
"Perhaps, perhaps the archbishop, the archbishop …"
In the end, he didn't mention the possibility that the archbishop wasn't in the Holy Wind Cathedral.
At that moment, the beautiful mistress of the Duke Of Negan walked to the window of the bedroom on the second floor. Her eyes were lost as she revealed a sad but beautiful smile.
Immediately after, she leaped down and deliberately hit her head on the cement floor.
Bang!
After a teeth-numbing sound, a large crack appeared on that beautiful head, and blood flowed out.
She tumbled helplessly a few times, and finally, her face was facing upwards.
Her eyes had completely lost their focus, and her frozen expression was filled with madness and fear.
Seeing this scene, many of the members of the duke's guards couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.
Even the Duke Of Negan himself, under the premise that Archbishop Snake had yet to arrive, felt like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
"Go! Get out of here! "he shouted instinctively in his weakened state.
The Wind-blessed was rejoicing that he hadn't been softhearted and kicked the mistress away first; otherwise, the duke might have been killed on the spot. At that moment, when he heard the order filled with fear, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Inside the attic, the Desire Apostle, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly liquefied, turning into many black shadows that scurried all over the ground.
After avoiding the blond secretary's attack, he reformed in another direction.
Then, he looked at his enemy, raised his right arm, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"No!" The blond secretary's eyes turned red.
In an instant, the Desire Apostle clenched his fists.
Outside the luxurious house, the Duke Of Negan's horrified emotions suddenly exploded, shooting straight into his brain, drilling into his blood vessels and covering his nerves.
He heard the sound of something shattering, and he felt a warm sensation at the back of his head.
At the same time, several members of the duke's guard panicked, raising the special revolvers or rifles in their hands and firing wildly at the center.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Wind-blessed was the first to grab the Duke Of Negan and roll to the ground. Invisible winds as sharp as knives appeared out of thin air and slit the throats of the guards.
Plop! Plop! The guards clutched their throats and slowly fell to the ground amidst the blood that seeped out. As for the Duke Of Negan, his body twitched a few times before he stopped moving.
He had been robbed of his life by his own fear.
If he wasn't a Sequence 6 Beyonder, his fear would have even dismembered him.
Of course, if he hadn't become extremely weak, he wouldn't have such intense emotions. Even if he had, he wouldn't have died as a result.
But there were no ifs in this World. The leader of the Conservative Party, the nobleman with the most land besides the king, the elder brother of the current prime minister, a Sequence 6 Beyonder, and a genuine big shot, Pallas Duke Of Negan, had died just like that.
The roses in the nearby glass greenhouse were still blooming.
In the attic, the blond secretary clearly sensed something, and he could no longer control his emotions.
Thus, his mind turned blank as he anxiously ran out and opened the door to the sealed room.
Two seconds later, he reacted and turned around again, but the figure covered in black liquid and the suitcase in the corner were gone.
…
The Desire Apostle quickly left the villa and evacuated the scene according to the predetermined route.
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