Psychic suggestion, the transformation of "Faceless", or did "Desire Apostle" instigate her rebellion?
For a moment, several possibilities flashed through Klein's mind, but he immediately realized that he and Isengard had committed a low-level Error crime that they should not have committed.
The Seed of Fear of "Desire Apostle" is not only effective for ordinary people!
Rather, the "emotional breakdown" that affected most of the Detectives present was just part of Desire Apostle's entire plan. He did not expect a few ordinary people in extreme panic to kill everyone with revolvers, or even to hurt them at all.
His only purpose of catalyzing the fear in the hearts of Detectives is to mislead the remaining Beyonders, making them think that their abilities cannot control the real Beyonders.
But now, the fear that had long been buried in Caslana's heart broke out at the right time, causing her to fall into a state of indistinguishability between friend and foe. In one blow, she killed the brains of the team, as well as Isengard, who had the contact "Machinery Hivemind" Mystical Item!
There were thousands of thoughts in his mind, but Klein's movements were still extremely fast. Caslana, who kicked Isengard away, turned around and stared at him with red eyes. He reached into his windbreaker with his right hand like lightning, took out another small-caliber revolver as a secondary weapon, pointed the muzzle forward, and was about to continue the attack.
"Bang!"
The first sound was Klein's simulated gunshot. He raised his right hand that was still on the ground to his waist, stretched his index finger forward, and a Air Bullet flew out from his fingertips, accurately hitting the female Detective's gun-holding wrist.
As blood spattered, the small revolver spun down to the carpet and rolled away.
The severe pain caused Beyonder, who was in fear and instinctively attacked her surrounding companions, to regain some sense. She covered her injured wrist and took two steps back. She knelt down on the carpet due to the exhaustion from the excitement.
Her eyes were still bloodshot, but they were no longer as crazy as before, and the ferocious expression faded away, becoming stained with an unhealthy crimson.
"Ms. Caslana, are you okay?"
The female assistant Lydia on the side held up a pistol, aiming at Caslana, the employer who was obviously not normal, and then at Klein, who shot and wounded the other party. Her face was full of panic, and she didn't know what to do.
Even though she had experienced many strange cases personally, the scene at this time was far beyond her imagination.
"Relax, the situation is the same as before. Ms. Caslana was controlled by fear and did irrational things. You see, she has slowly returned to normal."
Klein casually comforted the young girl, while he looked at Isengard Stanton who was kicked to the fireplace. Under Caslana's full blow out of fear just now, old Detective's neck was twisted to the side at a strange angle, the trachea was compressed by the deformed neck, and a "ho ho" sound came out of his mouth.
Fortunately, at least he is still alive...
"No, Mr. Stanton, she kicked Mr. Stanton to death!"
Following this cry full of fear, Klein discovered another assistant huddled in the corner. This young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and meticulously combed brown hair was holding a back chair in front of him. He didn't know whether he was preparing to use it to attack or to resist the attack. At this time, the face hiding behind the chair was full of fear, like...
Just like those Detective when the riot just broke out.
"Don't be afraid! Isengard hasn't..."
Klein secretly said something bad and immediately spoke out to comfort the only young assistant with no combat experience on the field.
Unfortunately it was too late.
The gold-rimmed glasses on the young man's face lost their support and slipped from the bridge of his nose. Along with them, pieces of human tissue including skin and flesh, cut into regular squares, including hair, eyeballs and teeth, rolled to the ground like collapsed building blocks.
Not only his head, but also his body wrapped in clothes. The shirt and trousers could block the splashing blood, but they could not support the torn body. The living person who was holding a chair a few seconds ago turned into a broken corpse in front of Klein's eyes, and piled up in the corner of the living room.
Snap.
It was only then that the chair he was holding fell to the ground, rolled several times, and stopped in front of Klein.
fear! Just the fear in his heart can make "Desire Apostle" remotely kill this poor man!
Klein felt cold in his heart. He knew it was more important to stay calm at this time, but a living person who had just served him tea and water and cleaned up the living room died miserably in front of him, which still made him feel a little nervous.
Who will be next? Caslana, who has not yet recovered from her madness, is she not Beyonder's female assistant, or am I the only one who still has the ability to fight?
While his thoughts were spinning, he saw that the dark red liquid flowing out from under the mass of "minced meat" turned pitch black, flowed along the carpet toward the center of the living room, then poured out of the ground and arched upwards, instantly forming a black figure that absorbed all light.
It looks like a human figure covered by a black curtain, with no visible hands or feet, and only a pair of emotionless blue eyes exposed at the height of its head.
Just looking into these eyes for a moment, Klein felt extremely strong desires and emotions.
Madness, anger, jealousy, hunger... It was like the strongest emotions of thousands of people gathered together, transmitted to his mind through his sight.
There is no doubt that this is "Desire Apostle".
Yeah, why would he pick his next victim?
Isengard, who was able to communicate with "Machinery Hivemind", had a broken neck bone and was in critical condition; the other Beyonder Caslana was instilled with fear and collapsed after the outbreak. Her assistant was just an ordinary person, holding a revolver. At a loss what to do; the last Beyonder, Klein, in order to avoid possible searches and scrutiny, put most of the combat-effective Mystical Item on top of Gray Fog, and only carried pistols and special ammunition with them.
After "Desire Apostle" detonated Seed of Fear in stages, diverted the official Beyonder, and caused civil strife in the remaining Beyonder to reduce their combat effectiveness, his danger perception ability allowed him to come and go in this living room at will like his own back garden.
As long as he kills these few Beyonder Detective who stick together to protect themselves, shouldn't he kill the rest of the people he wants without any effort?
Yeah?
The next second, the warm living room seemed to have entered the cold winter. A strong wind blew through, and thick layers of ice instantly formed on the carpet, walls and ceiling. Even the strong fire in the fireplace was extinguished in the cold, leaving only the gas lamp in the lampshade emitting a faint light.
In the center of the cold air, the half of the invisible Desire Apostle's body close to the ground was frozen to the carpet, and his upper body was extremely stiff. His eyes suddenly widened, and his blue eyes were full of confusion.
Why did the advantageous situation he had created through painstaking planning, patient waiting, and all his efforts suddenly become unfavorable to him?
In front of him, the elderly Detective, who had been sentenced to death in his heart, glowed with a faint brilliance. The vitality came from a gem-set diamond ring on his finger, which quickly healed Detective's fatal injuries. Isengard used his hands to regain his strength, climbed up from the ground, took out a small golden Telegraph Machine with a speaker, brought it to his mouth and whispered softly:
"He's coming."
He's coming!
The same sound roared like a huge thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.
On the side, Klein, with a smile on his face again, took out the pistol from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, opened the hammer, and pointed the black muzzle at Desire Apostle, Demon Hunter Bullet was ready to go.
Behind Desire Apostle, on the only ground that was not contaminated by ice, a graceful figure gradually emerged. Angel holds a gun in one hand and Bone Spur in the other, directing a steady stream of Frost power to attack the immobile shadow through the spider webs spread throughout the room.
Thanks to the leader "Dan Gou" for the reward. I originally wanted to add more updates, but there really isn't a drop left...