Two blocks away from the waterworks.
Roberts stepped out of the shadows, insects still writhing within his body.
One of his eyes was already bloodshot, brimming with wild madness, while the other remained clear. "Though that brat's interception at the end was somewhat unexpected, I still got away!"
A smile curled across his lips.
The situation back then had indeed been extremely perilous. One careless misstep, and he might have died.
Thus, Roberts had chosen to abandon his sanity and call upon the Age Controller who ruled February.
As a Fourth Primordial Beyonder who had turned onto the path of "Crimson," his call was already far stronger than that of an ordinary Beyonder. Coupled with the preparations for the early stages of the flesh-and-blood sacrifice ritual, the likelihood of receiving a response had been high.
And that was precisely what had happened.
He had successfully called upon the "Lord of Corpse Collection," even willingly accepting the other party's contamination.
Had things been allowed to continue, he might have transformed into an avatar of the "Lord of Corpse Collection," unleashing the calamity of a divine descent upon Green Forest City.
And just as he had anticipated, those higher-ups in the Investigation Bureau had been forced to activate their final contingency plan and sever that thread of connection by force.
"Overall, paying the price of becoming half-mad to have my lord grievously wound Jacob, hold back the other two, and allow me to escape safely was still a success."
Roberts bent forward. The bloodshot veins in his eyes were continuously spreading outward, covering his entire face like a mask.
His madness could no longer be suppressed and had begun to affect his physical manifestation.
Though the Investigation Bureau's methods had severely damaged the power and influence left within him by the "Lord