Raid on an Aurora Order Stronghold

"Mr. Anderson, how can I help you?"

Ciel asked with apparent enthusiasm, but a wary glint was in his eyes. In his view, the other party was a dangerous extraordinary being with many peculiar abilities. Such a being needed both to be of use to him and to be wary of the trouble he might bring.

Luther seemed to think about it for a moment.

"Let me think about it. How about this, first change your attitude."

He just listened to what he said.

Ciel's smile froze.

What did you say?

He did not understand what Luther meant.

But Luther was too lazy to explain. Behind him, M's figure quietly appeared, his eyes fixed on Ciel, emitting a breathtakingly beautiful light. Ciel stared blankly at the golden light, his eyes quickly turning the same color.

He was Hypnosis.

This gang leader is cunning and disobedient; considering Luther's future actions, it's best to keep him under control directly.

"Provide me with a house in the East Borough, somewhere secluded where no one else knows about it."

Luther said to him.

"Yes"

Under Hypnosis, Ciel obediently spoke, then turned and walked to the wall behind the office. He pushed open the Picture Frame of an oil painting, revealing a safe behind it, opened it, and took out a key.

"Where is this key from?"

Luther took the key and asked.

"I prepared this safe house myself and didn't tell anyone."

Ciel replied and then gave his address.

"Then I will accept it with gratitude."

Luther put the key away and then said to him, "That's all for today. I have other things to discuss with you later."

He planned to use this gang to establish his own Flock. After all, gangs have many members and are organized. Moreover, he could use them to hide himself and keep all his actions under their cover.

Of course, like Ciel, he didn't expect these scoundrels to be very obedient to him. So he planned to Hypnosis and control them as well; only in this way could he be completely at ease.

"I think I'm gradually beginning to understand how terrifying the extraordinary individuals Spectator Pathway are."

With that thought in mind, Luther quietly left the Lyman Gang headquarters.

In Empress Borough, in a house that isn't particularly noticeable in this area.

The dark basement resembled Temple, with stone pillars supporting the dome and candles burning on the Altar. A statue of an upside-down Giant stood behind the Altar, appearing even more sinister and terrifying in the dim candlelight.

A strange group of people, dressed in black robes, gathered in the Temple and spoke in hushed tones.

Mr. A hasn't returned yet.

Someone said, "It's been a whole day; the battle should be over by now, no matter what."

"News has Lamb from within the Church of Storms that 'The Spellsinger of God' suddenly left the Church yesterday, flying to the East Borough, but returned empty-handed."

Then someone else added, "It seems Mr. A may have already failed."

"He has returned to the Lord's embrace; he is blessed, and the Lord will watch over him."

Another person said.

Praise the Lord.

Then everyone chanted in unison and bowed down before the statue.

"Mr. A has returned to the Lord's embrace," Your Excellency "The Saint Tenebrous" has also left Backlund. We lack someone to take charge." The first person to speak raised another topic, "I propose that we report to the Sanctuary as soon as possible and ask them to appoint a new Oracle to replace Mr. A. "

"Everything is up to the Lord."

The others were also talking.

"Hehe."

Just then, a cold laugh filled with murderous intent suddenly echoed through the quiet Palace.

Everyone suddenly looked up, gazing at the front of the Temple. As core members of the Backlund Aurora Order, they were at least Sequence 8 Listener, and their sensitivity to sound was naturally extremely high.

Who is it?

How dare they trespass into such a sacred place and make such noises?

All eyes turned toward the direction from which the sound came. Before the statue, behind the Altar, a figure was quietly emerging. It was a young man in a red robe, with an ordinary, unremarkable face.

He looked at the crowd below, his face Distortion with madness, holding a round object in his arms.

That is.

Upon seeing what the round object was, the Aurora Order members' eyes immediately filled with terror.

That's clearly Mr. A's head!

Mr. A is still alive, his eyes are constantly moving, but his mouth is gagged, and he is staring at them!

"Look, you're not even dead yet, and your subordinates are already planning for the next Oracle."

Luther said to Mr. A in his hand.

"Run!"

Below the Temple, the Aurora Order members immediately scattered and fled outside. They knew very well that since their opponent had been able to defeat Mr. A and only leave his head to play with, they were definitely no match for him!

"Brush!"

Those who had reached the level of Shadow Ascetic or above immediately transformed their bodies into shadows and disappeared into the darkness of the Temple, while the Listener were much more pitiful, and could only escape with their physical bodies, causing chaos to erupt in the scene.

Of course, there were also some guys who had completely lost their minds and didn't dodge at all, but instead pounced straight at Luther.

Looking at the group of Lunatic before him, Luther opened his mouth and calmly uttered a Hermes:

"Die."

Boom!

Thick, Filth sounds, filled with Curse, echoed through the dark Temple, reaching everyone's ears.

The Listener reacted most strongly. Some clutched their throats, snapping their necks with a sharp crack; others clutched their chests, collapsing slowly in agony from cardiac arrest, never to rise again.

Those above the Shadow Ascetic, though not dying suddenly, were not much better off. Most of them covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain, blood oozing from every orifice on their faces!

"Look at you Aurora Order members, you're really weak."

Luther said to Mr. A.

"Boom!"

Crimson flames formed from his palm, compressed and condensed into a blazing fireball that shot out, igniting the agonizing Cultist below.

The firelight illuminated the once-dark Temple, casting long shadows of the statues. It watched indifferently as its followers were bathed in flames, screaming, running, and rolling, unable to escape, until they collapsed and were completely burned to a crisp.

By this time, only two Rose Bishop at Sequence 6 remained alive in the Temple.

Praise the Lord!

Seeing no way to escape, a fanaticism surged across their faces. They stopped running and charged straight at Luther. Their bodies swelled up as they ran, as if suddenly filled with a large amount of gas. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they seemed to have fallen into madness.

They were going to self-destruct, to perish together with Luther!

Self-destruction is prohibited here.

However, before they could even reach Luther, they saw him point forward with his hand, clad in a black iron-colored metal glove, and issue an unquestionable command.

Their bodies immediately shrank, as if the gas they were filled with had dissipated.

The next second, they were cut in half at the waist by a Greatsword burning with blue flames.