The instant he leaped out of the window, Qilingus felt exceptionally clearheaded.
Favored by the wind, he glided through the air as though he had sprouted wings. The moment he landed, he pushed off with both feet and vanished from everyone's sight.
How did they know I was going to assassinate Duke Negan and prepare an ambush in advance? Qilingus's gaze darkened as he raced toward the woods opposite him, following the escape plan he had devised earlier.
As long as he shook off his pursuers, he could use Creeping Hunger's ability to change his appearance to blend into Backlund. No one would be able to track him down again.
Even a demigod from the Church of Storms could not find him among Backlund's five million inhabitants. It would be like searching for a needle in a haystack!
After shaking off his pursuers, Qilingus gradually slowed down, preparing to fabricate a trail of his movements. But just then, his gaze froze.
Beside the lake, amid the trees, a figure wrapped entirely in black robes stood quietly, his back slightly hunched.
A Rogue Beyonder performing a secret ritual?
The corners of Qilingus's mouth curled slightly, and his gaze turned cold.
He had no intention of leaving traces that would allow the official Beyonders to find him through this Rogue Beyonder. Besides, the man before him would make a convenient meal for Creeping Hunger.
Qilingus slowed his pace and approached the black-robed man step by step.
Just then, however, the man wrapped in black robes suddenly straightened, a chilling, crazed laugh bursting from his throat. "Mr. L-no, the Saint-truly accounted for everything. Qilingus, you really did come here!"
"This is the Lord's guidance!"
"For the glory of the Lord!"
Suddenly, the black-robed man revealed the eerily alluring, almost feminine lower half of