Behind him are Nighthawks, "Red Gloves" and the troops on the airship who may recover at any time and rush here. In front of them is only this mysterious woman.
Lanevus kicked off his feet without hesitation and rushed towards the mysterious woman.
The opponent also charged forward with a burning dagger brandishing Black Flame, and the distance between the two quickly narrowed.
Having just escaped from Red Gloves's surprise attack, Lanevus was unarmed at this time, but he did not need other weapons. Although he is only the Low Sequence Beyonder of "Marauder" Pathway, after being possessed by the abominable "True Creator" for a long time and transforming part of his body's flesh and blood, he also gained many special abilities that did not belong to the regular "Marauder" through endless babbles and curses.
Slightly avoiding the attack direction of the dagger, he stretched out his right hand and was about to hit the opponent's shoulder with his foul-smelling and bloody palm. The woman suddenly changed direction and dodged to his left. At the same time, the dagger fell, leaving a bone-deep wound on his elbow. The Black Flame on the dagger instantly ignited the skin of the elbow, and spread quickly, burning to other parts.
The pain Cursed Flame that penetrated his soul made Lanevus break out in cold sweat. He quickly formed a claw with his right hand, dug into the skin of his elbow, tore off the burning Black Flame part and threw it away. Then he looked at the dagger swaying with black flames with fear.
"Are you Witch? Why did 'Demoness Sect' also participate in this matter?"
"Witch" did not answer, but flicked the dagger and continued to stab him.
Lanevus knows that Beyonder of Demoness Pathway, in addition to the cursed Black Flame, can also control Frost and is proficient in all kinds of black magic, but this silent and mysterious Witch seems to be fond of close combat, wielding a dagger like Low Sequence who has not yet been promoted, leaving a wound on his body from time to time, and he can only quickly dig out the flesh and blood stained by Black Flame to avoid being continuously harmed by the curse.
It looks like I'm hurting myself...
And she's not going to kill me? Are you stalling for time, waiting for Nighthawks to catch up, or do you simply want to torture me through these pains?
Knowing that time was limited and could not be delayed any longer, Lanevus gritted his teeth and endured the pain of wounds all over his body, and rushed towards the opponent.
When he quickly closed the distance, the skin between his chest and abdomen exposed under his shirt, his palms, face and other exposed parts all sprouted densely packed small bumps, like stones of varying sizes buried under his skin. They quickly connected together, glowing with an unsettling rust color, and instantly covered his whole body, turning into a set of Flesh Armor.
This made Lanevus's thin body suddenly swell, and his momentum increased a lot. Witch's dagger quickly struck at his left hand, but only left a shallow scratch on the rusty Flesh Armor. Black Flame was still burning the mutated flesh and blood, but unfortunately the effect was much worse than before.
"You know, even a person like me will gain a lot after being tortured by God for such a long time."
Clenching his fist covered with mutated flesh, Lanevus struck out with lightning, hitting Witch in the face like a battle-hardened boxer. The latter flexibly bent his neck to avoid the punch, but the heavy punch that hit the sewer wall directly shattered the rock, and the dust splashed up fascinated Witch's eyes.
What a great opportunity!
He suddenly accelerated, stretched out both hands, opened the swollen fingers of his left hand, and grasped the opponent's right hand holding the dagger, while his right hand clenched his fist and smashed it into that hateful round face.
He had been pretending to be outmatched by the opponent's speed, deliberately showing weakness and being injured, but now it all paid off.
"Bang——"
Flesh Armor's right fist smashed into Witch's head unstoppably, smashing her head flat...
No!
Lanevus watched as the Witch in front of him turned into a thin white Paper Figurine. Its head was broken, its right hand was smashed by Lanevus, and it was floating down in the air.
Then there was a sharp pain in his left elbow. Witch reappeared from beside him and swung his dagger, cutting off his left hand at the elbow. The rust-colored armor that was indestructible just now seemed to be made of paper. The dagger shrouded by Black Flame cut open like butter, followed by the muscles, blood vessels and bones underneath.
Resisting the severe pain, Flesh Armor left his gradually disappearing left arm, and Lanevus rolled away from the place in the sewage.
He stood up from the stinky sewage and took a few steps back before holding his left elbow to steady his steps. Several weird granulations emerged from the wound on his elbow, which stopped the bleeding, as if he was repairing the wound.
However, the injuries that penetrated the body in the chest and abdomen, the previous battle with "Goddess's Sword", and the Demigod-level collision made him exhausted and Spirituality. His current recovery is very Slowing. It is impossible to fully grow his left hand in a short time.
But this Witch, her target from the beginning was my left hand?
Lanevus was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat, but what shocked him even more was the opponent's methods.
Her several attacks were aimed at my left hand, my left elbow to be precise, and she even pretended that she couldn't cut my Flesh Armor. The ultimate goal was to find the right opportunity to cut off my left arm?
Slowly backing up, Lanevus looked at the woman approaching step by step, who was clearly "Witch" but could also use "Paper Figurine Substitute" like Secret Order's "Magician", shook her head and said:
"Okay, I really can't beat you, so I admit defeat," he whispered, his eyes turned to the passage to the side, his brain working rapidly, thinking of ways to escape, "Are you 'Demoness Sect' or 'Secret Order' people? Or, are you planning to hand me over to the Nighthawks gang behind you and let them Judgment me for Tingen City's crimes?"
"Neither."
The woman who had only spoken a few words during the meeting finally spoke again.
"I just said that I want you to remember the innocent people you killed." She stood seven or eight meters away and rekindled the dagger in her hand. The Black Flame that sprang up made the wounds on Lanevus's body seem to hurt again. "Look, after cutting off your left hand, did you wake up a little and be able to remember what happened to Tingen City?"
"The next spot is on the chest. Don't die early."
As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her hand and threw out the Black Flame dagger. A bright yellow light flashed from her body, instantly crossing the distance between the two. Arriving second first, she appeared in front of Lanevus on the flames. She reached out to catch the dagger flying from behind her, and slashed at him with one strike.
Klein, dressed as a dockworker, wore a clown mask with raised corners of his mouth and a red ball on his nose. He ran quickly between the channels of the sewer. He moved quickly and walked through the complex sewer at an extremely fast speed. As if receiving some kind of guidance, he ran towards the place where the sound of fighting could be heard vaguely ahead.
After lying in wait for several minutes at the location confirmed by divination, Klein discovered that Lanevus had "broken the promise" and conducted Dream Divination again. He learned that the other party had changed his escape route and appeared in a sewer location closer to East Balam Dock, so he hurriedly moved in that direction.
Following Spirituality's reminder, he passed through one corner after another and quickly approached the target location. However, after turning another right-angled corner, Klein stopped. He held Tarot Cards, which could be used as a flying knife, in both hands and looked forward.
In the dark passage in front of him, a wisp of crimson Crimson Moon light penetrated from the gap in the sewer manhole cover above his head and fell on the water. In the moonlight, a tall figure wearing a cloak was close to another slightly shorter but stronger figure. Behind him, a slender arm penetrated the latter's chest, shining with the color of blood under the moonlight.
This scene made Klein feel pain in his chest subconsciously, as if he had returned to the last day of Tingen City, the day when he was pierced through the chest by Ince Zangwill, his heart was broken, and he died in front of Angel.
"Shua——"
The tall figure withdrew his arm and pushed the other person who was no longer moving.
The deceased fell to the ground with his chest down, his left arm severed from the elbow stretched forward, as if he wanted to crawl away from the murderer behind him.
The figure with blood-stained hands moved his neck and looked at Klein. The next second, bright yellow flames shot out from all parts of his body and disappeared into the sewer with a "pop" sound.
Subconsciously looking around, Klein did not find the mysterious man.
The other party has left?
He was careful and vigilant, and slowly walked towards the deceased who fell to the ground. He pulled the lifeless body out of the sewage, turned it over, and recognized the person's identity through the ray of moonlight above his head.
This mutilated corpse is the Lanevus hidden in Docklands. He escaped from the pursuit of "Red Gloves" tonight, but inexplicably changed his route and appeared here.
The face that had turned bronze for some reason did not have the sneer that ridiculed everything in the world when it appeared at the dock union yesterday or in the portrait on the wanted poster. Instead, it was full of doubts and confusion.
"How could I die here?"
His wide eyes seemed to be questioning Klein who was looking at him.
From the head down, the shirt on Lanevus's right shoulder was dyed dark red. It seemed that there was a huge wound underneath that was constantly oozing blood, but the clothes were not damaged. On the chest, the chest and abdomen that was about to heal penetrated above the wound. In the wound that had just been punched by the mysterious man, blood was still flowing out from the broken heart.
His forward left arm had only a smooth cut surface at elbow level. He didn't know where he dropped his forearm in the sewer, and Klein, who didn't have Dark Vision, didn't try to find it.
He just stared blankly at this symbolic death figure. The face under the clown mask kept Distortion, and then he bent down and held his belly in laughter, letting out an inhuman laugh.
"Haha, hahaha, hahahaha!"
Amidst breathless laughter, he panted and said intermittently:
"Haha, you guy, how, haha, how did you get ahead of me... Hahaha."
After laughing for a few seconds, he suddenly stopped laughing that was worse than crying. He took out the ceremonial knife he carried with him and inserted it into Lanevus's chest. It was buried above the fist-sized wound, leaving only the handle.
"Still so reckless of the consequences, rushing forward as if to risk his life." After finishing the blow, Klein looked around and took out the Tarot Cards he was going to use in battle from his pocket. "Lanevus looked like this when Nighthawks saw it. Didn't he immediately know that it was you?"
He pinched the deck of Tarot Cards with his thumb and middle finger, bent it hard, pushed forward with his index finger, and popped out the entire deck of cards one by one like a dealer doing fancy shuffling, and sprinkled it on Lanevus and in the sewer beside him.
After doing all this, looking at the Tarot Cardss on the ground and the corpses of Nighthawkss who had been sacrificed by Tingen City with fatal wounds on their bodies, Klein sniffed and said softly:
"Although I don't know why you came to Backlund, how you found Lanevus, and killed him before I could..."
The corners of his mouth curled up under his mask, as if he had become the smiling clown he was playing.
"... But it's nice to know you're still alive..."
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