His spiritual intuition told him someone was watching from the shadows!
Thoughts raced through his mind, and the slash he was delivering immediately slowed.
"Too slow!!"
Molimer roared.
Rustle, rustle...
His figure turned illusory and appeared where he had been a second earlier, narrowly dodging the silver sword.
He raised a fist and punched Chen Lun straight in the abdomen.
With a muffled thud, Chen Lun spat blood and reeled backward, finally staggering a few steps before collapsing. The Silver Cane flew from his hand and hit the ground with two clangs.
Where Molimer could not see, dark gold scales and black bone armor interwove and shifted across Chen Lun's chest and abdomen before slowly fading away.
Step... step...
Molimer approached slowly, his footsteps sizzling against the floor and raising wisps of smoke.
"For a [Sequence 8], lasting this long was quite an achievement."
He spoke coldly.
As he bent to pick up Chen Lun's Silver Cane, a piercing shriek rang out.
Rustle, rustle...
Amid the sound of turning pages, Molimer's figure turned illusory and reappeared where he had stood a few seconds earlier. A black wave of light pierced his original phantom and dissipated completely.
Molimer turned to look and saw four figures standing nearby, watching him silently.
"Black Skeleton...?"
"Allow me to introduce myself. Roderick, special commissioner of the Amber City Containment Bureau."
The man in the high-collared black coat held a severed head, which he casually tossed aside. It belonged to an old man with white hair and a white beard.
"Mr. Knowledge thought he was clever, but he was shot dead the moment he went outside...
I have to admit, [Magic Faction] Beyonders have some impressive tricks. Several investigators under my command were turned to stone."
Molimer said nothing, staring coldly at him.
He had never