The entire body of this Congressman New Party, who was over forty years old but full of energy and had a bright future, seemed to have turned into a bomb from the head down. With a "bang", it exploded into flesh and blood, and even the bones in it disappeared without a trace.
From his broken body, a strange figure crawled out, with his hands open, as if embracing the sky. The flesh and blood scattered around were attracted by it, and poured back into the figure, turning into a bloody robe.
The bodyguards on both sides were knocked to the ground by the explosion. When they got up, they saw this weird and crazy scene and turned around and ran away in fright.
The slower one was grabbed by the white arm stretched out from the blood-red robe, and was thrown off the podium with an astonishing force, and was thrown into the few citizens under the stage who had not yet had time to escape.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. Before Angel could recover from the shock of Councilor Maynard turning into a suicide bomb, the unlucky bodyguard exploded in the crowd again, causing seven or eight citizens who were about to flee to stagger and become bloody.
At this time, the person who crawled out from the body of Councilor Maynard, which had only one complete head left, stood upright and stretched its limbs.
He has short yellow hair, a high nose, and a handsome but neutral face. He is exactly Aurora Order Oracle, Mr. C who escaped from near death in Enmat Harbor.
"Long time no see."
As if greeting an old friend for many years, Mr. C looked at Angel in the audience, smiled and whispered.
But there was no smile in his eyes. The white right hand that had just killed a bodyguard and injured many others was struck four times on his chest, down, up, right and left, like an inverted cross.
Frightened by the continuous explosions, the citizens who stood frozen on the spot realized what to do. Screams came one after another, and they crowded away from Aurora Order Oracle who had been "resurrected" from the corpse.
"So you did it all, attracting crowds to gather, and then preparing to use them to sacrifice to the evil god?"
The moment Angel saw Mr. C, he figured out the connection between all these things, and felt a lot more relaxed inside.
Now that the person behind the scenes has appeared, just kill him.
After mobilizing Spirituality, several jet-black flames appeared out of thin air around her. She also raised "Bloodthirst" in her right hand. After pouring Spirituality, she would shoot Black Flame bullets, which had an amazing effect on "Rose Bishop".
Mr. C didn't care at all about the flames that were so close at hand, and even the people screaming and fleeing were not in his attention. This Aurora Order's Oracle opened his hands, leaned back slightly at the waist, and showed a weird smile, as if he was embracing something towards the sky.
"Kala——"
Angel made the sound of glass breaking on her chest, and a tiny crack appeared on the Magic Mirror she had hidden close to her body. The surface became cold, as if even her heart was about to freeze.
Is this an early warning issued by Magic Mirror?
Without having time to think about it, she took out "Magician Pocket Watch" from her pocket with her left hand like a conditioned reflex, and pressed the crown. Most of the Black Flame beside her flew towards Mr. C, except for one that flew up and away from the ground.
As the flash of fire appeared within the range of "Flaming Jump"'s perception, flames surged from her body and then disappeared.
The flames did not dissipate immediately, but were engulfed by even bigger flames. The ground of the entire park square seemed to be squeezed and crushed by an invisible giant hand. Every stone floor was lifted up, and scorching flames poured out from below, engulfing Mr. C, which stood in the center like a cross, and also engulfed the fleeing crowd.
"This Lunatic..."
As soon as Angel reappeared from an altitude of thirty meters, riding on the flames, she was hit by the shock wave of the explosion and flew upwards for several meters. She used the assassin's "Feather Fall" to stabilize her body and let herself fall at a slow speed, looking down in shock.
Street Park, which was full of greenery and bustling with people a few minutes ago, has become a hell on earth. Most of the citizens have left the center of the explosion due to the threat of Angel, but at least nearly a hundred people were unable to leave in time due to the crowding and stampede.
Broken limbs and broken arms were thrown all over the floor, and weak moans and cries of pain were heard. Under the opened floor, the brown soil had been dyed black by blood. The strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood floated upward with the hot air, making Angel in the air almost want to vomit.
The culprit behind all this, Mr. C, emerged from the smoke.
He was unscathed by the explosion he caused. He squinted his eyes and took a deep breath of the blood-smelling air, as if enjoying his achievements. Then he opened his eyes, glanced at Angel in the air, ignored her, and turned his attention to a corner of the park.
At the end of his sight, a blond woman wearing a long skirt and a high belly walked towards the center of the park against the fleeing crowd.
She staggered and staggered, only half of her beautiful long golden hair was left, and the remaining half was held in her hand. The corners of her mouth were cleft to the cheekbones, revealing bright red gums and neatly arranged teeth.
Even though the crowd was panicking and trying their best to escape out of the park, they all moved out of the way when they saw her like this.
That's Megose with the evil god in mind!
"The Lord who created everything!"
Mr. C faces Megose, with his arms spread out, and his prayers are loud and clear, as if he is welcoming his Lord.
"The Lord who Reigns Behind the Curtain of Shadows;
"The Degenerate Nature of all Living Things."
As Megose approached, the prayers recited by Mr. C in Ancient Hermes became more and more high-pitched and exciting.
"Your devout followers pray for your coming..."
Angel descended from a height and hit Mr. C at an almost free fall speed. The dagger brought by Black Flame stabbed the latter's chest, causing the rest of his prayers to return to his belly along with the flames.
"Come on, right?"
Kicked down Aurora Order Oracle with Black Flame emerging from his body, Angel raised "Bloodthirst" and pulled the trigger continuously.
"Bang-bang-"
Two large-caliber bullets were shot at Mr. C's handsome face, but they were blocked by his hands raised in advance, leaving bloody flowers on his forearms.
Mr. C, whose prayer was interrupted, seemed to have just woken up now. He struggled to stand up, Black Flame was burning on his body, even the bloody robe made of flesh and blood was no exception.
The next second, the body of "Rose Bishop" became low, from his feet to his torso, he turned into a shadow that even the sun could not illuminate, and he was about to burrow into the ground.
"Bang——"
Angel, who had been prepared for a long time, stepped forward with her right foot. Centered on the position where she stepped on the ground, the biting cold spread, and a layer of hard ice formed on the surface of the flesh and blood covering the podium, blocking Mr. C who was preparing to "Shadow Lurking"!
After facing off against the versatile "Shepherd", it felt like "Rose Bishop" was nothing...
Angel put aside the strange thoughts in his mind, raised his pistol, fired the last bullet, and reignited Mr. C, who had returned to his human form.
"Boom——"
Another burst of impact came along with the sound of explosion, and there was a splash of blood in front of Mr. C. Angel took a few steps back and simply jumped off the podium.
Her eyes passed through the blood mist floating in the air, and she saw Mr. C, who threw down an arm, turned into a shadow, burrowed into the ground where there was no obstruction from Frost, and disappeared without a trace.
Angel quickly emptied the cartridge case in the magazine, reloaded the bullet, and loaded the precious "Shattered Light Ray" into the last of the five slots.
Then she looked behind the podium, but because her sight was blocked, she could no longer follow the wriggling shadow.
Did he escape?
No, this Oracle shouldn't just run away. The evil god he wants to summon is still here... And based on his prayer just now, could it be that the one Aurora Order wants to summon is their "True Creator"?
Feeling the movement behind her, Angel turned around and looked at Megose, who was gradually approaching. She still couldn't believe that in her swollen belly, she was carrying the heir of an evil god.
After the distance was shortened, the expression on the poor woman's face became clearer. She didn't know whether she was crying or laughing. Bloody tears were flowing from the corners of her eyes, but her mouth was grinning upward, revealing two rows of teeth that gradually became sharper.
Behind her, three Nighthawks who had arrived late were pressing closer.
Dunn Smith is holding a palm-sized square urn in both hands. The box is silver-white and covered with mysterious patterns. Just looking at it makes one feel as if the body and mind are being enveloped in a peaceful atmosphere.
Leonard Mitchell looked gloomy, rolled up his sleeves, and had a thick but pale blood vessel wrapped around his left wrist.
Klein Moretti also had a sullen face, holding a gold Charm that exuded a warm touch in his hand. He looked at Angel opposite, his expression gradually relaxed, and then became serious again.
Megose, who was surrounded by four people, stood still, his body facing Angel, his neck twisted strangely at a large angle to look at Nighthawks behind him, blood was flowing out from the blood marks on his face that were scratched by him, and were as deep as the facial bones.
Those overly congested eyes stared closely at Dunn, who was standing nearest, and at the ashes of Saint in his hand.
That extremely threatening aura made Megose and the "child" in her belly tremble.
"You want to kill him and kill my child!"
Turning around suddenly, his jaw opened far beyond the limit. The corners of Megose's mouth were split all the way to his ears, and a sharp cry came out of his mouth.