Several "Machinery Hivemind" looked at their captain in confusion. When making plans with Isengard Stanton before, Ikanser had promised not to try to pursue the identity of the unofficial Beyonder in this incident, but why...
"I won't arrest her, but we need to know each other's identity to avoid any other problems or even endanger everyone."
The deacon explained in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the silver mirror, checking the picture displayed on it.
After a brief pause, the silver mirror plunged the carriage into darkness, and the light coming from the window seemed to be blocked by an invisible curtain.
Then, the surface of the silver mirror showed a white arm, which obviously belonged to a certain woman. There was a silver chain on the wrist, with a yellow crystal with slight cracks hanging on it, and a coin-sized "Dark Holy Emblem" engraved with Crimson Moon.
In the angle of the screen displayed by Arrodes, the yellow crystal was in the dominant position, blocking the holy symbol that made several "Machinery Hivemind" suddenly realize.
Then, the scene changed, and in the center of the stacked Loen style buildings, a huge church with multiple spiers, elegant vaults and a towering bell tower appeared in the center of the silver mirror. Above the stained glass that was reflecting the sun, there was a deep black background, dotted with bright stars, and surrounded by half of the huge emblem of Crimson Moon.
Several Machinery Hivemind members immediately recognized that this was the headquarters of Church of the Evernight Goddess in Backlund Diocese, Saint Samuel Cathedral.
"One of our own?"
A young team member asked doubtfully.
Obviously, Arrodes's "answer" indicates that the young woman, Irene Watson and Church of the Evernight Goddess have a close relationship. It is possible that they have a cooperative relationship similar to that of "Machinery Hivemind" and Isengard Stanton, or even go one step further, and are simply a member of "Nighthawks".
Nighthawks and Machinery Hivemind belong to different churches. Of course, they are not truly "ours", but they are even less likely to be enemies, especially when facing a target like "Desire Apostle".
In any case, based on the information currently provided by Arrodes, it would be impolite to investigate further on my own.
After thinking about this, several Machinery Hivemind cast sympathetic glances at the captain. The latter looked solemnly at the words floating on the surface of the silver mirror. The word "punishment" was as red as blood and was clearly visible in the dim carriage.
"Does the man you like also like you?"
Restored, this Sealed Artifact suddenly "returned to normal"!
A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Ikanser's forehead. His body stiffened and he quickly looked at the other team members in the carriage. Some of these Machinery Hiveminds were observing the receding street scene outside the window, and some were studying the palm prints on their own palms. But without exception, they glanced at him from the corner of their eyes.
"Boom——"
There was a thunder outside the window, low and distant.
"Is it going to rain?"
The red-haired assistant Delia looked out the window. There was not much sunlight coming into the first floor of this poorly lit house, so it was impossible to judge the weather outside.
"No, the direction of the thunder is not from the sky, it may be coming from other neighborhoods." Isengard, who had regained his mood slightly, picked up the pipe thrown away during the battle, lit it with a match, and replied in the smoke, "Back to the question just now, in view of the current situation, I agree with the suggestion of Machinery Hivemind. It is best for everyone to live here for a while, accept their protection, and at the same time help each other to prevent being defeated individually."
"The two of us have no objection. Anyway, we have already stayed here for two days. It will be the same for a few more days."
Female Detective Caslana was the first to express her opinion. After seeing Devil Transformation's "Desire Apostle", she no longer took chances. If she met this guy outside, she and her assistant might not even have a chance to call for help.
Isengard turned his attention to another pair of people. Sherlock's windbreaker was stained in the battle just now. He had taken it off and hung it aside. He stood beside who had accepted the commission. Next to Irene Watson Miss, the latter felt something was not right after fighting "Desire Apostle". He had been sitting silently on the sofa, his head lowered, and his exposed hands and neck skin were glowing with an abnormal light red color.
"By the way, I seem to have forgotten to introduce this Beyonder to you." He looked at Sherlock who showed concern, and then he felt relieved and said with a slight smile, "Irene Watson Miss It's the powerful Beyonder who was asked to help by one of my friends. You should have seen her strength just now. She has been hiding nearby in order to make 'Desire Apostle' misjudge our combat power and take the initiative to step into the trap."
Angel nodded and agreed with Isengard Stanton's explanation.
She lowered her head at this time, entirely because the various desires detonated by "Desire Apostle" in her body had filled every part of her body. The words of others, the contact of eyes, and even the careless finger touch when she took the coffee from Sherlock just now would make all kinds of strange thoughts appear in her mind.
Even though she had taken off "Madness Ring" before the battle and only used "Faceless" and Beyonder Characteristic to disguise herself as "Irene", she had accumulated all kinds of Lust will not disappear just because the negative effects stop. "Desire Apostle" is keenly aware of this. Most of the effects of "Mental Shock" caused by Devil Transformation's horns are directed at her.
If that guy hadn't discovered the approaching "Machinery Hivemind" and left immediately to protect himself, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to retaliate in that case...
Angel thought to herself, feeling that her heartbeat was accelerating again. She interrupted Isengard's introduction and asked softly:
"Mr. Stanton, is there a room upstairs where I can rest?"
Isengard, who was shaking his pipe, was stunned for a moment and said immediately:
"Of course, Detective have been resting on the second floor of my house these two days. Well, the innermost bedroom on the east side has not been used before. You can live there temporarily..."
He looked at Sherlock, who understood, nodded and said:
"I'll take her up."
Rejecting Sherlock's support, Angel quickly left the living room, passed through the corridor, and headed for the stairs leading to the second floor, followed closely by young Detective. It wasn't until he was far away from the living room and could no longer hear the discussion of the remaining three people that Sherlock asked in a low voice:
"Are you okay? Were you injured just now?"
"The Mental Shock of 'Desire Apostle' just now had a little impact on me. I just need to rest for a while."
Angel answered quickly. In the quiet stairwell, she realized that her voice had been involuntarily tinged with temptation, which reminded her of the "Demoness of Pleasure" she had seen before and the various "means" they had shown. The allure of language was an important one, and then...
Forcibly shaking off the strange thoughts in her mind, she lowered her voice and said:
"You have to be careful. Isengard Stanton should be 'Eye of Wisdom'. Although his appearance is a little different, his ring is exactly the same as the one Eye of Wisdom used at the party."
"I saw it too, and he may have recognized me... Are you really okay?"
Sherlock replied with a frown. The two of them had already walked along the stairs to the second floor. When they stepped into the corridor, Angel staggered and almost tripped himself to the ground.
"It doesn't matter, rest... just have a night's rest..."
After asking Sherlock to point out the location of the room, Angel once again declined his company, quickly came to the east side of the corridor, opened the door, stepped in, and locked the door.
She didn't even have time to climb onto the single bed. Panting heavily, she knelt down on the carpet next to the door, covering her mouth and trying her best not to make strange noises.
From just now, she has been trying to use Demoness of Pleasure's ability to control her body, adjust her emotions, and relieve her detonated and long-suppressed desires. But unlike previous attempts, this time the accumulated lust cannot be eliminated through minor adjustments.
Of course, she already knew the solution, but she just couldn't let go of her weak self-esteem and lacked the courage to try it.
With an expression on his face that couldn't be told whether he was laughing or crying, Angel collapsed on the carpet, completely giving up control of his body and suppressing his emotions, letting the desire that had never stopped and even gradually increased since he was promoted to "Pleasure" flow freely throughout his body.
Staring blankly at the dark ceiling, what emerged in her mind was a figure that she had only been with for two months, but was extremely profound and lingered in her memory.
"Klein..."
From her tightly pursed lips, a vibrating name came out.
A door away, a hand about to knock on the door was hanging in the air.