The Desire Apostle, who had once donned Patrick Jason's human skin, immediately stopped and looked around in bewilderment.
Only now did he vaguely sense the impending danger.
He was at the edge of a garden, where the vegetation had withered due to the cold winter, revealing the dark brown soil.
There weren't many pedestrians on the street on the right side of the street on a weekday afternoon. At this moment, there were only a few people passing by, not noticing anything unusual.
The Desire Apostle's eyes suddenly shone with a hint of silver, and a full-body armor walked over from the other end of the garden.
Its left shoulder was slanted downwards, stained with coagulated blood, exuding a bewitching beauty. It itself seemed to be very heavy, and every step it took caused the ground to tremble slightly.
As soon as he saw the blood-stained silver armor, the Desire Apostle felt suffocated, as if he had encountered his most terrifying natural enemy.
How did they come so quickly? How did they see through my tricks so quickly? The Desire Apostle regained his calm and cold-bloodedness. He focused all his attention on sensing the emotions and desires of the Beyonder in the blood-stained silver armor.
However, to his despair, the silver armor completely blocked his Beyonder powers.
It was as if he had touched a rock, a cold armor that had no wearer!
The Desire Apostle had no choice but to raise his right hand and spread out his huge bat wings, quickly condensing them with some blue flames.
At this moment, a silver light flashed between his right hand's thumb and forefinger, and his thumb fell to the ground with a neat cut.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! As the silver light flashed, the remaining nine fingers of the Desire Apostle were cut off at the same time, and the suitcase he was carrying also fell to the ground with a thud.
The Desire Apostle's pupils immediately constricted to the size of needles, and he immediately flapped the pair of huge bat wings on his back, quickly fleeing in another direction.
The shadow at the bottom of his feet unknowingly shrunk and hid in a single spot.
The Desire Apostle had just taken two steps when countless silver beams suddenly burst out from his body like blooming fireworks.
The viscous black liquid that covered the surface of his body fell to the ground like raindrops, and the cuts on his forearm, arm, shoulder, ribs, neck, and other parts smoothly dispersed.
Pa! Pa! Pa! The Desire Apostle's pale, blood-stained intestines, as well as his squirming stomach and contracting heart, all fell to the ground.
The place where he stood had the densest scarlet blood. The more it spread out, the more it looked like it was sputtering, forming a beautiful flower of death.
A Sequence 5 Beyonder, a Desire Apostle who had just completed an impossible assassination, had been dismembered without being able to put up any resistance.
This was a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact.
This was Sealed Artifact 1-42, which had once caused the deaths of more than a hundred thousand people!
Leonard Mitchell, who was wearing that terrifying armor, took two steps forward with difficulty. He sized up the corpses on the ground and raised his voice.
"He's not completely dead yet!"
He paused for a moment, then added another sentence.
"Different Devils have different characteristics. This Desire Apostle's is Shadowform. He just abandoned his body, leaving only his shadow."
As Soul Assurer Sostel instructed a number of Nighthawks and Machinery Hivemind members to "not let ordinary people approach," he observed the scene and listened to Leonard's words.
He took out his pocket watch, opened it, and asked with a solemn expression, "What's going on?
"Only ten minutes, is that enough? Don't force yourself! "
"No problem! 1-42 has already locked onto him. I can feel its excitement, "Leonard said without hesitation.
Sostel spread his red-gloved fingers and said to the other Nighthawks, "Bring hot water with you and follow Leonard closely.
"Bring hot water and follow Leonard closely. If there's a problem, change it immediately and dig a bathtub on the spot!
"Also, leave a mark. The other team members and I will quickly follow."
Tap. Tap. Tap. The blood-stained silver armor began to run in pursuit. It looked heavy, but it was unbelievably fast.
Sostel watched the Red Gloves leave and turned to look at Ikanser.
"Deacon Bernard, lead the remaining Machinery Hivemind members to that house and guard the Duke's guards and the others who are still alive at the scene."
"Guard?" Ikanser subconsciously asked.
Sostel nodded solemnly.
"How could the Desire Apostle be sure that the Duke would go to that house today, to the point of being precise enough to lure the Spellsinger of God away in advance?"
Ikanser was instantly enlightened.
"Are you saying that a member of the Duke's guards or someone the Duke trusts is an accomplice of the Desire Apostle?"
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to grasp the timing so well!
The so-called operation would have no chance of success!
"I can only say that this is the most likely reason. We can't rule out the possibility of a prophet hiding behind the Desire Apostle." Sostel didn't say anything else. He led the second batch of Nighthawks and followed the mark to reinforce his teammates in front.
With a sullen expression, Ikanser led the remaining Machinery Hivemind members back to the residence of the Duke Of Negan's mistress.
He looked up at the pale Sun behind the thin fog and knew that the entire situation in Baekeland, and even the entire Kingdom of Rouen, and the entire World, would change because of what happened today.
…
In the dark sewers, a shadow was clinging to the bottom of the stone wall, quickly moving in a certain direction.
He wanted to use the bloodstained armor's height and weight to shake it off, making it inconvenient for him to move in certain narrow areas of the sewers!
And every time the shadow moved a certain distance, it would stop and freeze there.
His pitch-black surface continued to swell and solidify, as if he was about to grow new flesh and blood, but due to the lack of materials, it was impossible for him to succeed.
The Desire Apostle let out a painful gasp, feeling that he could fall into a hell of losing control at any moment in this state.
He calmed down for a while, unable to reduce the danger of the problem, and continued to run for his life, afraid that the terrifying blood-stained silver armor had already quietly caught up to him.
…
Inside the Quelaag Club, Klein entered the lounge and walked to the toilet with the newspaper.
He was worried that the Desire Apostle would escape ahead of time, leaving behind hidden dangers for himself, Eichinger Stanton, Kaslana, and the other innocent private detectives. Therefore, he prepared to head above the gray fog to do another divination to confirm the other party's current situation and adopt a targeted strategy.
Repeating the previous process, he used a paper figurine to replace Klein as he sat in The Fool's seat, conjured Jason Beria's handkerchief, and divined the other party's current location.
In the gray dream world, Klein saw the dark sewers and a living shadow. He saw that the other party seemed to be trying to fill up a body of flesh and blood, but he kept failing. He saw some fine black dust shed from him.
The scene then rose and came to the surface area, revealing a towering cathedral.
Holy Wind Cathedral … Klein opened his lightly closed eyes and grasped the Desire Apostle's situation.
The other party really hasn't been caught, but he seems to be seriously injured. His condition isn't right, and there's something strange about it!
His suitcase is gone as well … He must've abandoned it when he was injured … Klein thought for a moment, and using divination, he recalled the map of Baekeland and made it appear in front of him.
Similarly, he also created a rough layout of the Baekeland sewers.
Having made full use of the sewers, he had been gathering similar information, focusing on East Borough, the Baekeland Bridge area, and the Cherwood Borough where he was located. After hard work, he had long completed the first stage of his goal and figured out the main layout of the sewers. If he wanted to refine it further, it would take a very long time. At times, Klein even wanted to sneak into Baekeland City Hall and directly peek at the corresponding blueprints.
According to the two maps and the scene he had seen in the dream divination, Klein discovered that the Desire Apostle, Beria, didn't flee in the direction of the Tussock River. Instead, he headed straight for Hillston Borough, as though he wanted to pass through it and enter the area with the artificial lake in Empress Borough.
That is to say, he's getting closer and closer to me … Klein's heart stirred as he suddenly had an idea.
Although I can't be sure which sewer he'll pass through, I can use divination to determine … He's seriously injured and in a very strange state. His interference in this aspect has become extremely weak. If he's not far away, it's not impossible to find him. After all, I've seen his true appearance before, and I can grasp some of his aura … I'm a professional at finding people … I have to do something. I can't let him escape just like that! There's still time! After confirming the level of danger, Klein made up his mind and returned to the real World.
He took out a candle and quickly set up a ritual, summoning himself and responding to himself.
Not long after, a figure wearing black full-body armor, a pitch-black crown, and a cloak of the same color appeared in the bathroom. It was none other than Klein, who was in his Spirit Body and carrying the Dark Emperor card.
He also "included" mystical items like the Brooch of the Sun and the Biological Poison Bottle to ensure that nothing went wrong.
Then, he disappeared into the air and left the Quelaag Club in another direction.
At this moment, Klein could fly, so he was extremely fast, but he didn't cause any wind because he was a Spirit Body.
He "scraped" a tree and took away a dead branch.
With Jason Beria's true appearance, some of the aura he remembered, and the handkerchief as a medium, Klein used the Dowsing Rod Method and combined it with the layout map to quickly determine the sewer that the other party had passed through.
Entering the pitch-black and smelly place, Klein passed through a large number of narrow areas at his fastest speed and entered a relatively spacious area.
The dark river flowed, and a mixed smell filled the surroundings. He occasionally adjusted his direction and chased after Jason Beria.
…
The Desire Apostle nearly lost control again. He hurriedly stopped and pressed himself against the damp walls and cold pipes, trying his best to restrain the bloodlust and desire to kill in his heart.
Whoosh. Whoosh. The thin shadow undulated.
At that moment, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the place he had just passed.
The pitch-black full-body armor and the black crown first entered his "eyes," outlining an extremely dignified figure.
Behind the figure, the weightless cloak swayed gently as he moved forward.
…
"It's nearby!"
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