The Manuscript's Whereabouts

Although he had just gone through a battle, Luther was still relatively conscious.

Just now, both the Shadow Ascetic and the Rose Bishop's Potion within his body showed signs of digestion. In particular, a large portion of the Shadow Ascetic's Potion was digested. In other words, the Acting of "Shadow Ascetic" was played very successfully.

After all, he had Destruction the mind of a Sequence 6 Beyonder, immersing the other party in faith in the True Creator until he was completely Degeneration. This extreme and insane "missionary work" was a perfect Acting.

As the Potion was digested, his mental state improved, and he should be able to maintain a normal state for longer.

That's why Luther had the confidence to continue participating in tonight's chaos.

After thinking for a moment, he went to the body.

It needs to be disposed of.

Luther thought to himself.

The best solution would actually be to devour the corpse and turn it into his own Flesh —most crazed Shepherd would certainly do that. But Luther didn't want to do that, because he wasn't Lunatic, and eating people was somewhat disgusting. Fresh fish or beef would be enough to replenish his Flesh.

Just throw it away.

So he lightly touched the corpse, activated Flesh and Blood Magic, and caused the flesh and Flesh on the ground to gather, condense, and adhere to the original skeleton, forming something that resembled a human figure, without leaving any trace on the ground.

Luther cut his finger with his nails and splattered the blood onto the gruesome body.

"Call!"

Blood splattered into a mist, enveloping the corpse and faintly emanating a dark and sinister aura. He was using this to interfere with the Divination.

To prevent anyone from finding clues about him on the property later.

"Tell your henchmen to throw this away. You gangsters should have experience disposing of corpses, right?"

After doing all this, Luther said to Ciel.

The latter nodded immediately and turned to order his men to handle the aftermath. Although these men were afraid of corpses, they were even more afraid of Luther, who had created them. They could only wrap the corpses up with grimaces and carry them away.

"Mr. Anderson, did you get anything from him?"

After dismissing his men, Ciel tentatively asked.

"There's good news and bad news."

Luther looked at Ciel, "The good news is, that manuscript is valuable; the bad news is, it's too valuable. Your possession of it will only bring danger..."

He gave a brief explanation.

Ciel didn't understand what a "Difference Engine" was, but he knew the value of Intis's espionage and MI9. He was immediately terrified when he heard that both organizations were pursuing this thing.

I must tell our boss right away!

He said uneasily, "We can't keep that thing!"

Given that Intis spy had already infiltrated the gang, their situation was extremely precarious.

"Mr. Anderson, would you like to come with me?"

"How did you ask? "Ciel asked.

"Can."

Luther Ze was already prepared to go to the center of the chaos, so he naturally nodded in agreement.

"Luther..."

"I'm fine, I'm feeling better."

Noticing the worried look in his sister's eyes, he smiled reassuringly at her, and then headed towards the headquarters of the Lyman Gang with Ciel.

The Lyman Gang headquarters were located in a large building, considered quite luxurious for the East Borough. If it weren't for the fact that it was riddled with holes...

That might be more appealing.

"Boss!"

"Brothers!"

Ciel cried out and rushed into headquarters.

The building's interior was dilapidated, with numerous corpses inside. Luther followed him, examining the bodies along the way, until they entered the gang leader's office. There, the Lyman Gang leader lay slumped over his desk, having been dead for some time.

A hidden compartment was revealed in the wall behind him, and the safe inside was open.

"The boss... is dead, and the manuscript... has been taken."

Ciel, his face filled with panic and confusion, spoke to Luther.

"Judging from the signs of a struggle at the scene, both sides were present at the time, so it's unclear which side stole it."

Luther Zedao.

Ciel opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

He was devastated. Just because of a strange manuscript, in the blink of an eye, his boss was gone, and the headquarters was Destruction. He couldn't accept it and didn't know what to do.

"Having the manuscript stolen might not be a bad thing; at least the rest of you won't be hunted down," Luther said. "However, you'd better hide for now and return when things are over and no one is paying attention to you."

He couldn't care less about the life or death of a gangster, and turned to walk out of the office.

The hall was littered with corpses. He randomly grabbed one, used Ritual to Spirit Channeling the dead, and asked him who had taken the manuscript and where they had gone.

The deceased, in a daze, pointed him in a direction.

This place was just attacked; they haven't been gone long, so we should be able to catch up.

Luther thought to himself and walked straight out the door.

Using Flesh and Blood Magic, he slightly altered his features with a smear of his face, transforming himself into a completely different appearance. In the Evernight, his body rapidly collapsed, like a drop of ink merging into the shadows of the night.

The Shadow Ascetic's signature ability, "Shadow Stealth"!

After absorbing a certain amount of the Potion, Luther further mastered this ability.

Hidden in the shadows, his vision became exceptionally wide, allowing him to clearly see everything in the surrounding darkness.

Let's just hide our bodies and move on like this.

Luther thought to himself and began to move in the direction the dead man had indicated. He wasn't very fast, but he was extremely Concealment and wouldn't be detected. He moved stealthily along the shadows of the buildings. Because it was night, there were shadows everywhere, so his movements were unimpeded. He could even cross obstacles and walk in a straight line to his destination.

He stealthily made his way forward, and soon he could vaguely hear the sounds of fighting ahead.

This is it!

Luther continued forward, disappearing into the shadows beneath the roof of a building, peering down.

In the street below, two teams of extraordinary individuals are fighting each other, vying for a dark package.

"Thump thump thump!"

The burly man, wearing a black iron mask, snatched the package and, under the cover of the others, turned and retreated towards the edge of the battlefield with astonishing speed. However, before he could run more than a few steps, his movements suddenly became incredibly stiff, moving as slowly as a rusty machine.

Several figures swiftly approached the black-masked man, like crows swarming towards rotting food, revealing sharp daggers to him.

"Exile!"

A booming voice declared, and the figures that had been flying towards them were immediately blasted away by a powerful force. However, those figures quickly flattened and shrank until they shattered into paper figures.

"Rosago, we've already Destruction several of your Marionette. Do you want to continue?"

An extraordinary figure wearing a golden mask stood in the center of the street and asked.

His voice was icy cold, carrying an irresistible authority.