The Anomaly of the Lucky Revolver
Under Luther's gaze, the illusory gate slowly opened, and then a person walked out from it.
Young, composed, smiling, clean-looking, and well-dressed.
But none of that matters. What matters is that the seemingly clean body exudes a strong stench of blood, and a thick, intense desire surges across its surface— Greed, anger, Lust, hatred—as if it were the embodiment of all extreme emotions!
Along with his intense desires emerged an even more intense and terrifying Spirituality within him, a Spirituality far exceeding Luther's physical size.
Demigod!
After Amon's tomb, he encountered Sequence 4 Beyonder once again!
Moreover, Luther recognized this person; he was the same MI9 member Luther had met at the factory a few nights ago, the young man who had tried to save his Lamb but almost died in the process.
That's so strange. That guy was just a Sequence 9 Beyonder back then, how did he become Demigod in the blink of an eye?
Luther still carried his blood, so he easily confirmed that the other person was the real one, and not someone else in disguise. But soon, Luther sensed the incongruity of the Spirituality, as if a more Distortion soul was hidden beneath the other person's young body.
It seems someone is hiding inside his body.
Luther thought to himself, then suddenly felt a jolt.
Wait, could this guy be Kance Leerhsen, Miss Justice's friend? The one who assassinated Duke Negan as the killer?
Luther thought about it more and more and it seemed more and more likely.
Looking at that figure, his heart was quickly filled with helplessness.
I've already arrived in the Cherwood Borough, how did I get involved in this incident?!
He quickly lowered his head, suppressing the Spirituality within him, and pretended to be an ordinary passerby, trying his best not to attract the other person's attention.
"Cons" smiled and glanced around. Just as he was about to leave, another illusory door quickly appeared not far in front of him.
"Brush!"
The gate opened, and an elderly man wearing a soft hat emerged, his wrinkles prominent, his face contorted with intense anger. This man was none other than Ace Snake, one of the Cardinal of the Church of Storms, the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese, and the "Spellsinger of God"!
He caught up!
When the Demon Nois saw the other party, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"I never thought you'd be able to catch up with me."
"I've been dumped several times recently."
The Spellsinger of God looked at him, his voice deep and filled with anger, "No matter how stupid you are, you should have learned your lesson!"
"Call!"
A sudden gust of wind arose and howled through the streets.
The surging air currents whipped up sand, leaves, and trash from the ground, crashing against walls and glass. A sharp whistling sound cut through the lampposts, like some kind of raging beast.
The thick Fog that already permeated the streets was also swept up and flowed rapidly, filling everything in front of us with a pale yellow Fog.
The pedestrians on the street screamed in alarm. They didn't know that the Storm was created by Ice Snake; they just thought they had encountered rare weather. They scattered and fled in the wind.
The Fog and strong winds caused them great trouble; they had no idea which way was right and could only run around blindly, relying on their instincts.
Luther moved among the crowd.
He didn't activate abilities like "Shadow" or "Grazing," because that would likely attract the attention of the two Demigod and expose himself.
Especially that Spellsinger of God, Luther dared to say he had escaped from him several times, so he must have a very deep impression of Luther. If he were exposed now, who knows if he would strike him dead with lightning first.
"Boom!"
Amidst the swirling wind, he heard a deafening crash behind him, causing the street to tremble.
Thump!
A startled horse crashed into a lamppost, causing the carriage to overturn. The crowd grew even more panicked, their pace quickening. But the Storm created by the Spellsinger of God was so vast that they couldn't leave anytime soon.
"Honey!"
Luther heard a woman's panicked voice.
"This way!"
Another man's voice rang out, sounding extremely anxious amidst the howling wind. It seemed to be the couple from before; they were supporting each other as they rushed into a roadside café.
"Boom!"
A louder sound followed, accompanied by a powerful impact. Luther noticed that the battleground between the two Sequence 4 fighters was constantly shifting and gradually approaching this location.
Damn it!
Luther cursed under his breath, quickly lowered his head, pretended to be no different from other passersby, and continued to run away while screaming.
Then he saw something flash past him.
"Ah--"
Amidst the deafening roar, a building was smashed open with a huge hole, rubble shattered, and a woman screamed.
It was a coffee shop, where the couple had just run into for refuge, and unexpectedly received a Fate of luck.
Looking through the large hole smashed in the wall, Luther saw that the once impeccably dressed "Cons" had become somewhat disheveled, his clothes covered in dust and torn to shreds.
"Call--"
The wind grew louder; the "Spellsinger of God" was rapidly approaching.
"What a troublesome guy."
A helpless expression crossed the Demon Nois's face as he chuckled and cursed. He stood up, dusted himself off, and turned to look beside him. There stood a terrified couple who had sought refuge there, only to find themselves facing an even greater Catastrophe.
Nois looked at them and felt a little thirsty.
Especially when he saw the woman, whose belly was swollen high, as if she were pregnant with a new life.
"Don't touch them! You beast! What do you want with my body?!"
Inside his body, Cons cried out in anger and helplessness.
"Don't be so stubborn. With just a little try, I think you'll like the feeling."
The Spellsinger of God would probably be a few seconds away, not enough for him to escape, but enough for him to have a taste—with this thought in mind, the Demon Snow took a step toward the couple.
The husband, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, stood in front of his wife, blocking her way with a look of despair. Nois was almost moved by this, and he decided to send them both on their way.
Then--
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and he felt a slight itch in his abdomen.
Looking down, he saw a silver Demon-Hunting Bullets embedded in his side abdomen.
Following the direction of the bullet, Nois saw an ordinary-looking young man standing on the street outside, his face also showing surprise. A silver Revolver lay on the ground beside him, already fired.
--The Revolver seemed to have accidentally fallen out of the young man's pocket, and the trigger just happened to hit a pebble on the ground and fired, hitting him in the waist.