A dirty river flowed in the ditch, and there was no light in the sewers. When a normal person walked here, they had to carry a lantern in order to see the necessary situation clearly.
But to Klein, who was in his Spirit Body state, this wasn't an obstacle. Everything around him had long been reflected in his "eyes."
Therefore, when the Desire Apostle discovered him, he also discovered the Desire Apostle.
Without opening his mouth or hesitating, he directly opened his mouth and let out a silent scream.
This was an attack that directly harmed the soul!
The Desire Apostle's body, which was just about to move, suddenly stopped, as if someone had given him a heavy blow.
Large patches of black fell off the surface of his shadow-like body, as if he was shaking off snowflakes that were stained with the deepest desires.
At this moment, the already heavily injured Desire Apostle nearly fainted.
Without the support of a corporeal body, he was like a candle flame in a gale under such an attack, swaying and about to be extinguished at any moment.
His shadow suddenly dispersed, turning into a pitch-black liquid that flowed in all directions, making it impossible to know which one to chase.
And at this moment, a shadow suddenly leaped out from the darkness behind Klein and pounced forward!
The black liquid, which was no longer considered viscous, was only a tool used by the Desire Apostle to confuse the enemy and facilitate his surprise attack!
Klein didn't seem to react at all, allowing the shadow to pounce on him.
However, the Desire Apostle suddenly shivered, as if he had come into contact with the coldest and coldest thing in the world.
The shadow quickly slowed down, as if it had been "frozen" to the point of being stiff.
He knew that wraiths and shadows had their own freezing effects, but he never expected that this fellow wearing the Dark Crown would be able to affect him, who was also a Spirit Body.
This was a complete suppression of one's level!
Klein had long expected such an outcome. He half-turned his body, stretched out his right hand, and pressed it on the head of the stiff shadow.
Then, the dark gold Brooch of Sun, which was covered by the pitch-black armor, flashed.
The Desire Apostle sensed danger and felt the arrival of the apocalypse. He wanted to resist, but he was temporarily powerless.
A bright and holy light appeared out of thin air, fell on the shadow's head, and enveloped his body.
The surroundings were suddenly illuminated. The black shadow struggled with all its might, but it kept evaporating. In the blink of an eye, it had become abnormally thin. Its spirituality was filled with the radiance of the scorching sun and the crazy cries of unwillingness.
Klein didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and summoned another pure and bright holy light.
The feeling of daylight lasted for two seconds before the Desire Apostle fell to the ground, losing all signs of life.
His body was still in the state of a shadow, thin as if there was no thickness.
This Sequence 5 Beyonder who had just assassinated a duke had died just like that. He didn't even have time to say his last words.
At the same time, Klein saw the spirit of the man who had suffered a great blow and was about to dissipate.
It'll take a while before the Beyonder characteristic appears … Should I imitate Miss Sharon and possess a shadow to speed up the process … But I don't know that technique … Klein considered what he should do next.
Suddenly, he felt the ground tremble slightly.
Relying on his spiritual intuition, he looked at the spot he had previously passed.
A tall and heavy silver armor flew over. The area diagonally below its left shoulder was stained with a large amount of solidified blood.
Sealed Artifact 1-42 … Klein's heart tightened. Without any hesitation, he enveloped the Desire Apostle's spirit and ended the summoning.
His original plan was that even if he didn't have the time to finish off the Desire Apostle, as long as an official Beyonder arrived, he would immediately "return" and leave the subsequent matters to them.
The Red Glove in the blood-stained silver armor had just seen a figure wearing a pitch-black crown and a cloak of the same color when he discovered that the other party had silently disappeared without leaving a trace.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully examined the spot where the other party had been and found the Desire Apostle who had lost his life.
"Eliminate the clues and destroy the evidence?" he said in a low voice.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The Red Gloves behind him arrived one after another.
…
After returning above the gray fog, Klein wasn't in a hurry to mediate. He directly left the mysterious space and entered his body in the real World.
He skillfully packed up the candles and other ritual items, and soon, he removed the last traces.
After doing all of this, he created a double again, took four steps counterclockwise, and arrived at the ancient palace above the gray fog.
Here, he could directly communicate with the remnant spirits like a true Spirit Medium. He didn't need to pray to anyone, nor did he need the help of rituals. This was something he had already verified when he was mediating with Nimblewright Master Rosago.
Considering that the Desire Apostle Belial's spirit had been purified and could dissipate at any moment, Klein planned on asking for more important information first.
As for the Devil pathway's potion formula, he planned on leaving it for last. After all, even if he obtained it, he didn't plan on selling it, lest he nurture a few cold-blooded serial killers.
Looking at the brown-haired, brown-eyed, and hollow-eyed Desire Apostle, Klein emanated his spirituality and asked,
"What exactly are you plotting?"
The Desire Apostle's connection with the outside world was completely cut off by the gray fog.
He could only answer in a daze, "Assassinate the Duke Of Negan."
The Duke Of Negan … Him again? Who wanted him dead so badly? Klein asked in surprise, "Why?
"Did it work?"
"It was a success," the Desire Apostle replied calmly without giving any additional details.
In this state, he would only answer when asked why.
Poor Duke Of Negan, even the Lord of Storms can't protect you … Klein drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He didn't try to understand the details.
"Who ordered you?"
Is it the organization that hired Vice Admiral Hurricane Zillinges back then? Klein recalled the previous assassination attempt.
The Desire Apostle said in an unperturbed tone, "That's right.
"An organization, the most secretive and ancient organization. Most Beyonders don't know of its existence. It's said that its members are important figures in various fields. Perhaps the upper echelons of the various Churches and various countries' militaries are one of them."
That sounds familiar … Could it be the secret organization that Rosell The Great joined, the ancient organization that holds the second Blasphemy Slate? Klein's heart stirred.
"What kind of reward did they promise you to be willing to give up the identity you've been working on for more than ten years?"
The Desire Apostle's voice changed slightly as he replied:
"A Card of Blasphemy, the Abyss card!"
A Card of Blasphemy? One of the twenty-two Cards of Blasphemy created by Rosell, the Abyss card! This most likely corresponded to the Devil pathway. It's no wonder that the Desire Apostle is willing to pay all the things he's accumulated over the past ten years for this … That contains the hope of him becoming a High-Sequence Beyonder!
This reward is much more valuable than the mission!
However, Vice Admiral Hurricane Zillinges shouldn't be attracted by such a reward, unless … unless that organization has another Card of Blasphemy that he needs, or something else …
If it's really the mysterious organization that Rosell joined, it's normal for them to collect a few Cards of Blasphemy … Even if they don't, they still have the Blasphemy Slate …
Klein was first alarmed before he asked in puzzlement, "Why are they dealing with the Duke Of Negan?"
The Desire Apostle's spirit became a lot fainter as he said in a hollow tone,
"I don't know. I'm only considering if I should take on this mission."
"Then, have you heard of anything?" Klein pressed.
The Desire Apostle was still in that unperturbed state.
"I heard that their main purpose is to resurrect, or rather, awaken the true Creator.
"They interfere with the progress of history, making it match their own needs, so that they can complete their goal at a certain point.
"If the trend of the times doesn't go as they expected, they will try their best to reverse this trend.
"Apart from that, they only watch quietly from the sidelines, watching coldly from the sidelines. Perhaps for decades or centuries, there won't be a single operation or commission …"
"Apart from that, they'll just watch quietly and indifferently. Perhaps they won't take any action or commission for decades or centuries …"
A secret organization in the true sense of the word … It matches Roselle's description of secretly controlling the world … It's also related to the original Creator … Seeing that the Desire Apostle's Spirit Body was about to dissipate, Klein hurriedly asked,
"What's the name of that organization? How do I contact them? "
The Desire Apostle looked ahead emotionlessly as his figure quickly dissipated.
And before completely disappearing, he answered the question from before:
"Their name is:
"Twilight Hermit Order."
…
In the house with the glass greenhouse.
The thin Mr. Secretary, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and white gloves, sat with a somber face, which hid deep sorrow.
"What's your name? What's your Sequence? Which Beyonder pathway? "Deacon Ikanser asked solemnly.
The blonde secretary slowly replied in a deep voice.
"Lockhart, Siakam, Sequence 5. As for which Beyonder pathway I belong to, you can apply to MI9 to check my files."
"Very well," Ikanser asked, "does the duke come here at a fixed time every week?"
"No, he's not someone who likes to stick to a schedule, especially after he was assassinated by the Zillinges. Before today, no one knew that he would be here. I only heard about it in the Parliament this morning," Lockhart replied seriously.
Ikanser thought for a moment.
"If there is a spy among you, who do you think it is? Do you have any suspects?"
Lockhart thought for a few seconds and shook his head.
Ikanser asked about the details of the battle and gained a general understanding of the process.
Seeing that Lockhart was pale and heavily injured, he politely got up and went to investigate the other members of the duke's guard.
After watching the Machinery Hivemind deacon leave, Lockhart took a deep breath and walked with heavy steps to the side of Duke Of Negan's corpse.
This great noble was no longer naked, but there was still extreme fear on his face.
After looking deeply at Duke Of Negan's corpse for a few seconds, Lockhart whispered sadly,
"Sorry."
At this moment, with his back facing everyone, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.
He added another sentence in his heart in an unusually calm manner.
"This is the choice of the times …"
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