You Are Mr. A!

"Ah!"

With a scream, the red-haired girl who had snatched the manuscript plummeted from her flight, crashing onto the gently sloping roof of a row house. Her bulging cloak, as if weighed down by something, drooped low and clung obediently to her shapely back.

"Hateful..."

The girl rubbed her sore knee, leaned on the bacon to stand up, and the manuscript she had been holding fell to the ground not far in front of her.

On the street below, MI9 agents were rushing to the scene. They surrounded the building, and some of the more agile ones had already begun climbing; they would likely reach the rooftop soon.

We must leave immediately!

The red-haired girl could only stand up, enduring the pain, and reach out to pick up the manuscript.

However, before she could touch the manuscript, a slender hand suddenly emerged from the shadows of the bacon and firmly grasped it.

"Who!"

The girl's eyes widened in surprise.

Under the Crimson Moonlight, in that narrow patch of shadow, a figure seemed to be squeezed out of the darkness, suddenly appearing before her. He was dressed in a strange straitjacket, looking down at a manuscript, his face expressionless.

"Give it back to me!"

She called out anxiously.

Then that person glanced at her.

His appearance was ordinary, except for his eyes. Those eyes shone with a deep blue light in the Evernight, and deep within them, an indescribable sense of madness and otherness was revealed, as if he were not human, but some kind of terrifying Monster hiding beneath his skin.

The girl was startled by his eyes and involuntarily took a step back.

Luther withdrew his gaze, opened the package and glanced inside. It was indeed filled with writing and various design sketches, so densely packed that it made one dizzy.

Never mind, I can't understand it anyway, I'll just put it away for now.

He carefully packed the package and put it in his pocket.

At this moment, the MI9 had already arrived. Their footsteps tread Feather Fall on the clay tiles as they surrounded Luther and the red-haired girl, displaying remarkable training, speed, and silence.

"Hand over the items."

"It is," said the man in the Gold Mask, his voice filled with anger.

Unexpectedly, there was more than one person hiding in the shadows without my knowledge!

Luther turned his head and looked at the other person.

MI9... primarily recruits extraordinary individuals through what Pathway?

Recalling the Nighthawks' internal files, MI9 was an intelligence agency under the Loen Military, possessing the extraordinary Sequence of the "Arbiter" Pathway. This Pathway was known for its Order and authority.

"I said, hand over the stuff!"

Enraged by Luther's attitude, the man in the Gold Mask roared, his body appearing incredibly tall.

"Buzz!"

A beam of light shot out from his eyes behind his mask, dazzlingly bright, as if it were directly affecting Luther's mind through his eyes. Intense pain followed, as if someone were whipping Luther's soul with an invisible whip, or as if a knife was stirring his brain nerves and stabbing his medulla oblongata.

"Mental Piercing!"

The "Arbiter" Pathway, Sequence 7 "Interrogator" signature skill, can directly affect the target's mind, causing them immense pain!

However, Luther's body only swayed slightly, and he didn't even let out a cry of pain.

What a joke! It's nowhere near as good as the screams of the True Creator.

He shook his head and, to everyone's surprise, stretched out his hands.

"Click."

As easily as picking a strawberry, Luther plucked his finger and tossed it at everyone's feet.

Get out of the way!

"The man in the Gold Mask shouted."

"Bomb One"

The finger began to swell in mid-air, then exploded violently! The finger shattered, turning into a cloud of highly Corrosion Blood Fog that instantly swept into the crowd.

"Imprisonment!"

Just then, the Gold Mask raised his metal glove again, and an invisible wall immediately formed in front of everyone, blocking the Blood Fog.

"Mouth..."

The Blood Fog Corrosion into the roof tiles, instantly sending up a plume of white smoke. If it hadn't been stopped earlier, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Fortunately, it was blocked...

Just as the man in the Gold Mask relaxed, he saw a crimson fireball rapidly enlarging before his eyes. As if possessing Spirituality, this fireball swiftly bypassed the wall and rushed directly towards him.

"Get out of here!"

The Gold Mask swung his arm, and an invisible whip lashed through the air, striking the fireball precisely and causing the crimson flames to explode in mid-air, turning into countless scattered meteors.

"Bang!"

As the fireball exploded, Luther's figure leaped out from within!

His appearance completely caught Gold Mask off guard. Before he could react, Golden Mask punched him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Boss!"

The intelligence officer beside him exclaimed in surprise as a silver-masked man carrying a long sword rushed forward and thrust his sword at Luther.

To his surprise, Luther did not dodge at all, but allowed his longsword to pierce through his chest and abdomen. Then, he felt his hand pause, and his longsword was now firmly gripped by his opponent.

"Boom!"

Crimson flames erupted from Luther's hand, like venomous snakes, darting out along the longsword and viciously attacking the silver-masked man, instantly engulfing him.

"Aaaaaah!"

The silver-masked figure let out a shrill scream, transforming into a pillar of fire, its hands flailing wildly.

"This area is off-limits... Ah!"

The Gold Mask fell to the ground, trembling as he raised his arm, which was covered by a metal glove. Just as he was about to speak, Luther stepped on his arm, and with a crack, it broke.

"Flesh and Blood Magic, and so many other Beyonder Ability... Shepherd!"

The man in the Gold Mask cried out in terror, "You're Mr. A from the Aurora Order!"

Aurora Order?

Do you also have Aurora Order in Backlund?

Wait a minute, it Aurora Order member lurking around... Judging from what this guy said, the Aurora Order's Oracle called "Mr. A." Heh... he's mistaken me for Mr. A...

Luther merely let out a cold laugh, neither refuting nor admitting anything. He simply conjured a ball of flame in his palm, condensing and compressing it to create terrifying heat and powerful energy.

Take care of him first, then leave with the manuscript, shifting all the blame to the Aurora Order. Perfect!

"Thump thump thump!"

The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar. Looking up, a group of at least a dozen people was rapidly approaching, each wearing a mask.

MI9 reinforcements have arrived!

Luther glanced at the group of people and frowned slightly. His Shepherd's intuition told him that some of them possessed Beyonder Characteristic that were extremely dazzling, seemingly beyond his current capabilities.

We have no choice but to retreat.

"Boom!"

Luther stopped decisively, without wasting a single second. His body transformed into a fireball, and by the time it exploded, it had vanished.

I could only hear explosions and flashes of light from the next block in the distance, and then silence. I don't know where they went.

"Don't run! Give me back my things!"

The red-haired girl cried out, and taking advantage of the Gold Mask's loss of control, she took off again, flying away in the direction of Luther.

Only a group of MI9 members remained, looking at each other empty-handed.

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