Plymouth.
"Heh... three Age Controllers... the true god churches."
The Blood Cup Archbishop, who had been secretly watching the Lily sisters, sighed, unsure whether he was envious or regretful. "They did nothing, yet they usurped Invis's greatest achievement..."
"This nation, this sweet fruit, will belong only to our Lord. It will be served upon our Lord's table... for now, it is merely an appetizer. We must wait patiently." Flander likewise revealed a trace of longing.
Only the bewitching witch leader remained silent, her expression unreadable, as though she were lost in thought.
Cough! Cough!
Cough! Cough!
At that moment, the Blood Cup Archbishop and Flander suddenly doubled over in pain, coughing violently.
Their faces twisted in agony as they coughed up mouthfuls of blood!
The blood fell to the ground and wriggled as though alive, forming different Spirit Realm characters.
"Now... act at once!"
Flander barely straightened up and pulled a book with a blood-red cover from his robes.
"Then... those little bugs..."
The witch leader lightly curled her fingers, white as scallion stalks. One private detective and gang member after another emerged from the darkness and corners, their eyes vacant.
"They can still be put to use."
A smile appeared on the Blood Cup Archbishop's face as he extended his palm toward them.
Great quantities of blood seeped directly from those people's pores, turning them into shriveled corpses.
Flander entered the rented room, making Lily and Jesita rise in surprise. "Who are you?"
This time, they had not been bewitched.
Whoosh!
The blood-red book flipped open, and vast amounts of blood churned forth, filling the entire room.
Even after all this, the ordinary people beyond the block turned a blind eye to the scene, continuing about their business.
Bang!
Flander shut the door, sealing the bloody tide inside the