Sequence 8 vs. Sequence 6

Madam Sharon's dagger, burning with black flames, thrust towards Luther's chest. Her assassination move was swift and ruthless, and her timing was far superior to Trissy's.

Having just dodged the ice spear, Luther's body was in a state of disarray. Seeing the dagger piercing his chest, he could only twist his waist muscles with all his might, and with a cracking sound of bones, he forced his upper body to turn around to avoid it.

"Boom!"

The black flames grazed his chest, and the terrifying heat made his face feel hot.

Taking advantage of Madam Sharon's missed attack, Luther rolled forward and bounced up like a ball. At that moment, he seemed to become a top-notch acrobat, doing a series of somersaults to dodge the ice spears that came flying at him.

Madam Sharon had fired a volley of ice spears, sneered and was about to continue the chase with her dagger when she saw a metallic gleam suddenly appear under Luther's armpit.

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out suddenly in the quiet night.

As Luther curled up in mid-air, he had already drawn his Revolver from its holster. Upon landing, two Demon-Hunting Bullets roared out from Sharon's blind spot.

He fired those two shots not to hit Madam Sharon, but to cause her some trouble and delay her. Besides, firing shots in the street late at night would naturally disturb the residents, and Madam Sharon certainly wouldn't want people to see her.

Now that things have come to this, Luther has abandoned his plan to launch a sneak attack. Madam Sharon is clearly more powerful than Trissy, and might even be of High Sequence.

Moreover, they had been preparing for his attack for some time.

At this moment, he had transformed from hunter into prey.

The best thing a prey can do is to escape from its hunter!

The bullets fired from the Revolver momentarily slowed Madam Sharon, and faint sounds of commotion drifted from the surrounding houses. Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Luther didn't linger any longer and sped away. His Sealed Artifact only had a one-minute time limit; before that, he needed to get as far away as possible!

Fortunately, the East Borough wasn't far from the Tussock River. He only needed to run a dozen meters further and cross a block to jump into the river. Just like the two Assassin had done when they escaped, the river at night would be his greatest refuge.

So, relying on his keen hearing to dodge the Black Flame and ice spears that Madam Sharon fired from time to time, he fled towards the Tussock River with all his might. With only a few seconds left before the "Clockwork Clown" stopped, he finally saw the dark river flowing in the dead of night.

We're saved!

Luther's spirits lifted, and he accelerated again, rushing up the riverbank and leaping into the water.

"Meow!"

The scene he had imagined, enveloped in water, did not occur; instead, he fell onto the hard ice. Unable to react in time, his knees, head, and arms ached from the impact.

Oh no, Madam Sharon has frozen the river!

Luther was startled and, ignoring the pain in his body, tried to get up. However, the ice was releasing a bone-chilling cold, making his movements extremely slow. Just as he got up, he saw Madam Sharon already appearing on the riverbank.

Accompanying her cruel smile were seven jet-black flames floating around her, and an ice spike.

Click.

The Clown's clockwork had reached its end; the piercing laughter and the swaying of his head ceased, causing Luther's heart to sink to the cold bottom of the Tussock River.

"Call out!"

A chilling white light swept over him, and a powerful force propelled him backward to the right. Luther fell again, landing on the ice. He Consciousness looked towards the source of the force and discovered that his right leg had been pierced by an ice spike, pinning him to the ice.

Intense pain and bone-chilling cold traveled up his spine, exploding in his brain.

"Hmm, one by one"

He couldn't help but groan, his vision went black, and the crimson blood that flowed out congealed on the white ice.

Madam Sharon walked down from the riverbank, circled him a few times, and then smiled.

"Luckily, I had Trissy's blood with me, and I finally caught you. I think I hurt you, I'm so sorry," Madam Sharon said in a coquettish tone. "But it's much less serious than the harm you caused me."

She touched her wounds and said.

What is she saying?

Luther looked up at Madam Sharon. From her wound, he seemed to detect a familiar scent, as if it came from himself.

Could it be that she's the person Curse at the shipping company last time?

No, that person is definitely dead. So, she was the one who stopped me back then?

"The Curse you gave me carries the aura of True Creator, so you must be Secrets Suppliant, right? I'm curious, why would a Secrets Suppliant like you become Nighthawks? But why did you come alone to track Trissy without your teammates?"

Sharon asked.

Luther just gasped for breath and didn't answer.

Beside him, Ms. M calmly observed everything, seemingly with no intention of rescuing him.

"Don't you want to talk about it?"

Seeing this, Sharon gently touched her disfigured face, her tone gradually becoming venomous and cold, "It's alright, I'll take you back and question you slowly. But before that..."

Seven flames flew out from beside her one after another, falling towards Luther, who had nowhere to escape.

"First, let your handsome appearance become like mine!"

The pitch-black flames landed on Luther and began to burn, engulfing his body in the blink of an eye.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

Pain!

A sharp burning sensation stimulated Luther's nerves. Every inch of his skin was bathed in extreme heat, causing even someone accustomed to pain to scream out in agony.

He struggled on the ice, trying to extinguish the flames, but the black flames seemed to be stuck to his flesh, impossible to put out. Instead, they spread into his mouth and throat, preventing him from even letting out a shout.

Most strangely, only Luther's body caught fire; his clothes remained intact!

Madam Sharon watched Luther struggle with a cruel, gleeful satisfaction. Only after Luther was covered in wounds did she wave her hand with satisfaction, withdrawing the Black Flame.

Luther lay curled up on the ice, motionless, only his slightly heaving chest a testament to his life. The air was filled with the smell of burning, but it was quickly dispersed by the night wind.

"Don't think you can die easily. I'll keep you alive until I've uncovered all your secrets and tortured you until I'm satisfied."

Madam Sharon spoke the most terrifying words with a smile, slowly approaching Luther. Invisible spider silk began to appear around her.

It was as if they were preparing to tie Luther up and take him away.

The lingering pain continued to torment Luther's nerves. He awoke from his brief coma and struggled to open his fused eyelids.

Below me flowed the quietly flowing Tussock River, and above me stretched a deep black sky dotted with stars; time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Why did it turn out this way?

Luther asked himself blankly.

He had accepted being transported to another world. He asked for nothing more than to live a peaceful life with Cecilia. However, the Aurora Order, the Evil God, the Goddess, the M-type Earth, the human trafficking organization... everything was forcing him forward, and the threat of death constantly loomed over him.

Even now, he is still doing everything he can to save his sister's life, and this is the result he has received.

A fierce rage gradually welled up in his heart!

"Go to hell."

He spoke softly to Madam Sharon with his broken throat.