I Will Protect You, My Dear Child

Although they were excited to see their fellow countrymen, Luther and Klein were both thrilled and shared their recent experiences. However, they remained cautious and did not reveal all their secrets.

For example, Klein didn't mention that he ran a mysterious gathering Above the Gray Fog and possessed the extraordinary ability of resurrection; nor did Luther mention that he had Phantom Tide in his head that could resist Corrosion and control.

"So, we all survived, and only the captain was killed?"

"... Um."

When Dunn was mentioned, both of them fell silent.

That responsible and reliable gentleman provided them with various forms of assistance in Tranquility down in this world, and ultimately sacrificed himself heroically to save Tingen.

"For the captain's sake, and also for the revenge that will shatter our peaceful lives, I will kill Ince Will with my own hands."

Klein spoke firmly, his eyes flashing with vengeance despite his gentle and refined demeanor, which was usually tinged with scholarly air.

Count me in.

Luther said calmly.

Given his vengeful and malicious nature, there's no reason he would let his enemy go unpunished. He might have let it go before because he didn't know who it was, but now that he knows, he's even less likely to let it go.

Ince Will, the Traitor Archbishop, was originally Sequence 5, but he's likely already a Sequence 4 Demigod, right? I'll remember that.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

Klein suddenly remembered the report he received from [Justice] in the Gray Fog, and said to Luther, "Do you remember Lanevus? Even that conman you tricked... that guy is still alive, and he's pregnant with the Evil God's Offspring. He'll probably give birth soon!"

The arrival of the offspring of an evil god will bring not only Catastrophe, but also the subsequent descent of True Creator.

"I already know."

Luther nodded. "I encountered a streetwalker he killed before... By the way, how did you get this news?"

"Well, you know, I'm Detective now, and I have a lot of informants passing on information to me."

"I see."

Luther nodded noncommittally and did not ask any further questions.

However, Lanevus is indeed a problem. Where can we find him and get rid of him...?

"Um?"

The man suddenly turned his head, as if he had heard someone calling his name, and looked behind him. Of course, there was only a wall behind him, and no one was there at all.

"I have a feeling that someone is talking badly about me behind my back and is hostile towards me."

He muttered to himself, reaching out to stroke his protruding belly.

The bizarre scene of a man pregnant always feels unsettling, no matter how many times you watch it. Indeed, this man is none other than Luther, the one Lanevus and his companions are looking for.

"Did you hear anything, my dear child?"

His movements were very gentle, and his words were even full of affection as he spoke to the unborn child. However, the slightly upturned corners of his mouth formed a somewhat sarcastic smile, revealing the fact that he was completely unmoved.

Sure enough, just as he had deceived his fiancée Megose in Tingen City, Lanevus was now using sweet words to coax the unborn child in his womb.

Even through the belly, the fetus inside moved.

Suddenly, something bulged out of Lanevus's swollen belly, moving constantly, as if the fetus inside was kicking and raising its hands, conveying some message to its father... or mother.

"I see..."

Lanevus Listening intently, his face contorted with pain, veins bulging. Although no other sounds came from around him, he seemed to have heard something, nodding. "In that case, we can't just wait to be found by them..."

"Don't worry, my child, I will protect you..."

He muttered to himself as he walked outside.

"Stop."

A cold, harsh voice suddenly rang out, "Lanevus, your exercise time is over. Get back here."

The voice came from an extremely tall man, who appeared to be at least two meters tall. He had soft, slightly curly, light yellow hair, a terrifying expression, and a solitary and fierce demeanor, like a wild beast that didn't belong in a group.

Lanevus paused, then slowly turned around. "You know absolutely nothing."

He shook his head and sighed, "Leaving now is the best choice for your Aurora Order."

"Stop talking nonsense and come here."

The burly man said bluntly, "Or do you want to suffer a little more?"

"Click."

He clenched his fist, making a cracking sound, and his blood-red robe seemed to sway slightly, like water rippling in the wind.

"Okay, okay."

Lanevus's smile faltered for a moment, then quickly replaced with an even warmer one. "Don't be angry, I'll go back with you. For your lord's sake, don't lay a hand on me..."

As he spoke, he spread out his palms, obediently walked to the burly man's side, and followed him into the depths of the alley.

The burly man snorted coldly and turned to lead the way.

However, the moment the two stood side by side, Lanevus's belly suddenly bulged out, as if a tender hand had reached out through his belly and gently closed its barely formed fingers towards the burly man.

"Ah!"

Some invisible and mysterious power suddenly descended, and the burly man in front immediately let out a painful cry and fell to the ground with a thud.

"With a whoosh, his blood-red coat collapsed, turning into pure blood that flowed onto the ground. Not just the robe, his entire body was disintegrating, his skin cracking, his muscles separating, his bones being pulled out... as if every piece of Flesh had its own will at this moment, wanting to escape the control of its master!"

"Sons of the Lord... why..."

The burly man's face showed not only pain but also bewilderment. He struggled to lift his head and murmured a question.

"Smack!"

Lanevus kicked him, hitting him squarely on the bridge of his nose.

Haha, hahaha!

His eyes gleamed, and he grinned wildly, laughing incessantly. With a physique far beyond what a pregnant woman should have, he kicked the burly man's face violently and stomped on his head. "This is my child! We are one! Of course he will help me!"

"Lord, Lord..."

The burly man spoke indistinctly, his prayers drowned out by Lanevus's maniacal laughter.

"Smack! Smack!"

Lanevus's foot was too forceful; as the other's body collapsed and disintegrated, the head quickly turned into a puddle of mud, making a disgusting, squelching sound as it was trampled.

"Huff, huff..."

He then stopped, panting heavily.

The pleasure derived from revenge quickly faded, and his expression even became somewhat dull.

After staring coldly at the shattered corpse for a moment, Lanevus slowly bent down, trying to squat down. Because his belly was already very large, it hindered his movement, and he couldn't succeed. He could only sit down on the ground and then bend over.

His eyes held an indescribable madness, and his mouth gaped open, the corners of his lips tearing all the way to his ears.

He lowered his head.

"Coo-choo, coo-choo..."

Soon, from the dark alley, came a terrifying, indescribable sound of swallowing.