Report!

Both Luther and Klein came from the Nighthawks and shared a consensus on maintaining stability. Although one was more radical and the other slightly more conservative, they both felt that Lanevus should be eliminated to prevent a greater Catastrophe.

"Now that Lanevus has captured the obstetrician and is preparing to deliver the Evil God's Offspring via cesarean section, we don't have much time left."

Luther said.

At times like this, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. If only Bernadette —that Queen— were still alive. She was in the midst of a Catastrophe, and the target Aurora Order, thus avoiding conflict with the authorities. Unfortunately, that powerful woman had already left Backlund and gone to sea.

"I agree, we must act as soon as possible."

Klein nodded emphatically.

Luther thought for a moment and looked at his younger sister.

"Cecilia, this time it's quite dangerous, maybe you shouldn't go."

Unsurprisingly, the other party shook their head and refused.

"Brother, it's precisely because there's danger that I want to stay with you."

She spoke gently but firmly.

"But your Sequence is too low. Lanevus possesses Divinity." Luther was somewhat anxious, wanting to persuade his sister to change her mind. Putting aside the Phantom Tide within himself, even Klein had some special characteristics. The two of them could face Lanevus directly, but his sister might not be able to withstand that level of impact.

However, the other person refused to listen and simply looked at him calmly.

The two stared at each other, neither willing to give in.

"That."

In this atmosphere, Klein spoke up timidly, "Don't we need to take action ourselves?"

"Ah?"

Upon hearing this, Luther looked over, momentarily confused.

"I mean, as long as Lanevus is killed, it's fine. We don't necessarily have to face him, right?" Klein further explained, "Backlund has many powerful individuals, and the elites of the Three Great Churches are gathered here. We can simply report it to the Church and let them handle it themselves."

In other words, let the Church handle it!

That makes sense.

Luther was taken aback at first, but then quickly realized that Klein was right. Yes, why insist on taking matters into his own hands? The authorities are definitely more concerned about such a serious crisis than he is!

Moreover, with so many powerful officials on the front lines, they can definitely control Lanevus more effectively.

"Cecilia, if that's the case, then you don't need to come with me anymore, right?"

Luther then successfully persuaded his sister.

The two left home and traveled by carriage to the Backlund Bridge Borough. Before making the report, Luther wanted to scout from a distance to confirm that it really was Lanevus.

"Let's report it to the Goddess Church. After all, the Lanevus case started with the Nighthawks."

Sitting in the carriage, Luther spoke to Klein.

"Yes, and we need to be careful when reporting it, to prevent the Church from finding out."

Klein added.

Once Lanevus is dealt with, the Church will definitely investigate the whistleblower's information afterwards. If they find the two of them by following the clues, it will be troublesome. Whistleblowing is also an art.

Just as the two were pondering the details of the report, the carriage arrived at the Backlund Bridge Borough, the place where Klein had just been wandering.

"Guwa."

A Filth and Distortion sound instantly flooded his mind, like the crying of an infant or the howl of a dying beast. Luther felt his head buzz, as if he had been hit by a hammer, and black veins quickly spread across his face, blood gushing from his nose.

Even though they were separated by a train carriage and a great distance, the mere aftershocks of "Listening" had a significant impact on him!

"There's no mistake, they are the offspring of an evil god."

Luther quickly summoned the Tide to resist the Corrosion, meeting Klein's surprised gaze, "Even without looking outside, I can feel it."

It wasn't just that voice; the sense of Degeneration that permeated the neighborhood, the eerie sight of the Flesh on the streetwalkers—all these indicated that this area had been Corrosion by the offspring of an evil god.

"Then let's go report it right away!"

Klein said that Luther's condition was so frightening that he dared not stay there any longer.

North Borough, Headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, Saint Samuel Cathedral.

Because it was a weekday morning, the church was relatively empty. Only a middle-aged priest stood behind the altar, head bowed, reading the Holy Bible, while waiting for believers to come and pray or confess to him. His expression was serene and peaceful, just like the lofty and profound church itself.

In the Square directly opposite the church, countless white doves were circling and flying. Suddenly, one of them changed direction, left the flock, and flew towards the church.

"Brush!"

It lowered its body, flapped its wings to accelerate, and actually passed through the domed archway, rushing into the church!

The priest heard the sound of flapping wings. He looked up and saw a white dove rush in with a desperate air, crashing violently onto the church floor with a loud thud.

Because of the incredible speed, the white dove was smashed to pieces, becoming a mangled mess of Flesh!

The priest stared in astonishment at the poor pigeon. After a moment, he stepped over, intending to pick up the pigeon's carcass and tidy it up. However, his astonishment quickly intensified.

Because that blurry mass of Flesh began to wriggle on its own.

The flesh and Flesh writhed and rapidly formed several lines of crimson Loenese:

Backlund Bridge Borough, Ralastville Street;

Lanevus, pregnant with the Evil God's Offspring, is about to be born;

If you don't understand, contact the relevant personnel as soon as possible for assistance.

After carefully reading the words written in blood, the priest's expression quickly turned solemn. He turned and hurried away, heading deeper into the church, seemingly to find someone else.

Across from the church, in the shadows beneath a bench in the Square, Luther secretly watched the entire process, then left in the shadows, circling several streets before stopping at a corner.

"Someone saw it, read it very carefully, and then went to have someone else handle it."

He said to Klein, who was hiding behind the corner.

"That's good."

Klein said, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

Of course, this is not the end of the story. The Church will likely react quickly, and we cannot afford to be careless until Lanevus is actually killed.

"Won't your Flesh be Divination if you send it in?"

"Klein asked."

"The Flesh have already been processed."

Luther said, "They've severed all contact with me; they've simply become a Flesh Bomb, the kind that carries information."

The Rose Bishop is so convenient.

His words earned Klein's slight admiration, but the corresponding price was also high.

The report was successful; the two can now only wait and see how the Church reacts.

Meanwhile, in the Backlund Bridge Borough.

Is it around here?

Mr. A asked.

"Yes."

The man who provided the information replied, "I saw a pregnant man right here."

Mr. A looked around the neighborhood, a flash of fervent joy in his eyes.

Lord, I am about to find Your offspring.