It was actually led by a senior deacon with Holy Artifact.
Angel breathed a sigh of relief, now Lanevus should be unable to fly.
She watched three Nighthawks carry a strange mirror into Guild Dormitory and closed the door. Then the surroundings of East Balam Dock returned to calm, and the propeller of the airship had stopped, relying on the buoyancy of hydrogen to float in place.
Only the machine gun on the box shakes from time to time, indicating that time here has not stopped.
Angel waited patiently, waiting for the battle in the dormitory to decide the winner, waiting for Lanevus to die under Goddess's Sword.
At this time, she noticed that the gas lamps near the dormitory were extinguished one by one from near to far, as if the flames were extinguished by the spreading wind. Immediately, the extremely majestic airship floating nearby seemed to have lost its buoyancy, spinning and began to slowly fall. The propellers rotated violently like crazy, trying to stabilize the airship, but to no avail.
In the center of these Strange Phenomenon, the wharf Guild Dormitory burst out with an extremely fearful and extremely evil aura. It was the aura of "True Creator" that Angel had experienced several times during this period!
This breath swept across the airship that was about to fall and surrounded Angel. She seemed to be scratched by the invisible Storm. In an instant, her whole body was cold, her hands and feet were numb, as if she had returned to face Tingen City. The day between Megose and Evil God's Offspring in her belly was like the time when she saw the bronze-skinned Lanevus in two fortune-tellings and was counterattacked by the divinity of Creator.
Could it be that the evil god has come again? What about Red Gloves? What about "Goddess's Sword" Cesimir?
She gritted her teeth and held the railing in front of her with her hands to support her body to prevent her legs from falling to the ground. Her eyes were fixed on the small brick-red building.
Should I go in and give it a try? Maybe Lanevus and Red Gloves were having a fierce confrontation in the dormitory, and he was the last straw that broke each other's backs.
But will joining the battle hastily affect the Red Glovess who are fighting?
Just during the hesitation, the evil aura of True Creator suddenly disappeared, as if it had never been there.
The streetlights came back on one by one, and the airship that almost touched the ground stopped falling, stabilized its posture, and began to rise slowly.
Is there a winner?
Angel trembled and stood firm again, watching the airship float high into the sky, machine guns and artillery aimed at the brick-red dormitory building, waiting for the final result like her.
She took out Magic Mirror from her arms, took a breath and polished the mirror, then poured Spirituality into it and tried to perform divination.
"Magic Mirror Magic Mirror tell me the current status of Crestet Cesimir."
Bypassing the divination target that might suffer a counterattack, Angel first asked Magic Mirror about the other side of the battle.
In the brick-red Guild Dormitory, in the lobby on the first floor, several men in black robes were lying staggering on the ground, their bodies covered with bullet holes and blood flowing all over the floor.
Two men dressed in trench coats and Red Gloves were leaning against the wall, their eyes closed, unconscious. There was a simple-looking mirror between them, facing the sky, reflecting the ceiling of the hall.
"Goddess's Sword" Crestet Cesimir knelt on one knee. The windbreaker on his body was torn into strips, and the white shirt inside was also covered in blood. He supported his body with his hands wearing Red Gloves, straightened his neck, and looked at the stairs in front of him. The silver-white box next to him was open and empty inside.
As he opened his mouth to take a breath, faces like Distortion appeared on the senior deacon's teeth, as if they were constantly screaming, as if there were ghosts living among them.
At the end of his sight, an Pure White Bone Sword, the Holy Artifact he never left behind, was inserted between the chest and abdomen of the Lanevus, who had a darker complexion and an angular face. Only the hilt was exposed. A large amount of flesh and blood on the latter's chest seemed to disappear, leaving a void, and the wall behind him could even be seen through it.
Lanevus stood upright, unaffected by this fatal injury. He even smiled with his signature sarcastic smile.
"You hard-working Night Owlss have indeed lived up to my expectations just like Tingen did. Although you missed the traces of the mutated animals I deliberately created and the prostitutes I tortured and killed, you finally captured the clues in that idiot Rose Bishop's silence operation, found my residence, and helped me get rid of the influence of True Creator."
"Thank you, thank you so much, don't worry, I'm not being sarcastic this time, I'm really thanking you, look at my sincere eyes!"
He spoke very fast, with a sarcastic tone, and pulled out the Pure White Bone Sword from his chest with exaggerated movements. The wound lost the support of the murder weapon, but not much blood flowed out. Instead, several wisps of wriggling granulation gradually grew from the inside, slowly repairing the wound that penetrated from front to back.
"As a thank you, let me use this sword to send you on your way." Lanevus waved Bone Sword and approached Cesimir slowly. "It's a pity that I can't keep this weapon, otherwise it will be used by you. Use it to track the divinity that can kill True Creator, even if it is just a trace of divinity, it must be Sealed Artifact of High Sequence. Well, that's what you call Mystical Item, right?"
Talking to himself like a chatterbox, he approached the half-kneeling Cesimir. A light flashed in the latter's eyes, and the surrounding space was instantly enveloped in a tranquil atmosphere.
Feeling this tranquility, Lanevus holding Bone Sword suddenly felt that he should have a good sleep on the floor of the hall until dawn. His eyelids had the same idea, becoming heavy and gradually closing.
Just when his eyes were about to close, his expression changed and he bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up.
"It turns out you still have power... hmph."
With a cold snort, he threw Bone Sword out. The target was not Cesimir, whose eyes were half-closed, preparing to pull the enemy into Dream Invasion, but the unconscious Nighthawks in the corner.
"No!"
Cesimir shouted loudly, his eyes widened, and he waved his hand and used the strength he had finally accumulated to guide Bone Sword to one side, piercing the wall while grazing the Nighthawks's body.
With this little time, Lanevus quickly got rid of the influence of the dream. He did not dare to try to kill the unpredictable "Goddess's Sword" again. Instead, he turned around and walked quickly upstairs, climbed out of the window of the stairwell, Feather Fall landed on the ground, and came to the alley behind the dormitory.
Skillfully lifting the manhole cover on the ground, he climbed down the ladder with both hands and entered the sewer.
Several Nighthawks are no longer capable of fighting, and it will probably take a few minutes for the airship outside to detect the abnormality. This is my escape time!
"Bah bang bang."
Stepping in the shallow sewage, the wounds on his chest and abdomen were slowly being repaired by the granulations. Lanevus felt as if he had returned to his own home in the sewer, skillfully crossing one bend after another. Occasionally he would choose to go back slightly at the fork in the road and enter another passage, but he was always moving away from East Balam Dock's position.
As long as I run a few hundred meters more, return to the ground, and return to the streets of East Borough, these stupid Nighthawkss won't be able to find me...
He suddenly stopped and stood in the middle of the passage.
A figure appeared in the open space in front of him.
In Lanevus's Dark Vision, the other party took off her hood without caring about revealing her identity, revealing a round face of a young woman with no distinguishable features. Her long black hair was fluttering in the wind, like an evil ghost seeking revenge.
"Great, you're not dead yet."
There was a hint of happiness in her clear voice, almost making Lanevus think that the other party was here to help her.
"There's actually someone ambushing here. Why can't I smell blood from so far away?"
Looking back at the direction leading to East Balam Dock, he took a deep breath and started talking as if he were facing an old friend.
"Is it possible that that is the smell coming from your hands stained with the blood of innocent people?"
The mysterious woman approached step by step, and took out the dagger behind her. She quickly moved her fingers on the spine of the knife, igniting a wisp of black flame, making the dagger dance like a torch in her flexible hands.
"Innocent person? Who?" Lanevus stepped back, looking for other routes to leave, but he mocked the other person, "Sorry, there are too many, I can't even remember them."
"It's okay, I'll let you remember it."
To his surprise, the other party was not angered by his verbal attack. Instead, a smile appeared on his round, expressionless face.