Irene kept her mouth tightly shut, looking at the thin-faced, smiling ambassador with a mixture of anger and fear.
Bakerland extended his right hand, which was covered with a layer of orange-red flames, flames that flickered silently.
He took two steps forward and gestured to place his hand on Irene's skin.
This reminded Irene of many descriptions in movies and TV shows, of cruel Interrogator who would brand their targets' bodies with red-hot iron, causing them extreme pain.
"No, you can't be so rough with a beautiful lady." Bakerland suddenly stopped his outstretched right palm and chuckled.
He suddenly shook it, turning the layer of orange-red flames into a long, crimson whip.
The long whip scorched the surrounding air, its joints covered in barbs.
Snap!
Bakerland swung his flaming whip, striking Irene and charring her clothes, leaving a deep black brand mark on her skin. The whip Distortion her face, and she screamed in agony.
"Who sent you?" Bakerland asked again in a gentle tone.
Irene's lips trembled slightly before finally opening:
"Yes..."
Just as Bakerland subconsciously listened for the answer, a flash of blood suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Oh no! Bakerland suddenly leaned backward and landed with a tumble.
Where he had stood, flames suddenly shot up, forming a wall of raging fire.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Blood and flesh rained down, splattering against the fire wall with a hissing sound.
Some of them pierced through the flames, leaving a sparse trail of blood-red spots on the ground.
At the end of this road stood Intis Bakerland, who had risen again.
He saw Irene's abdomen ripped open, and saw two arms covered in a viscous liquid protruding from inside.
With a sudden push from those two arms, a figure emerged from the belly of the beautiful Miss Irene. It was covered in a thick, viscous, blood-red liquid that was constantly dripping down, and was about the size of an average adult male.
It's hard to imagine that Irene, a normal woman with no protruding abdomen, would have such a thing inside her!
How can this be hidden!
Bang!
Irene's body below the head exploded completely, turning into pure flesh and blood, which surged onto the humanoid object and mixed with the constantly dripping liquid to form a strange red robe.
The figure revealed its true form, a beautiful yet eerie face resembling that of a woman, and its blood-red robe, illuminated by the firelight, resembled a blooming flower.
" The Rose Bishop!" As a seasoned intelligence officer, Bakerland immediately thought of the corresponding Sequence name.
Sequence 6 of the " Mystery Pryer " pathway, " Rose Bishop "
Every " Rose Bishop " is an expert in Flesh and Blood Magic!
Those with Beyonder in this Sequence can mysteriously hide inside other people's bodies, thereby evading various forms of detection.
But when he emerges, the host will lose his life.
"For the Lord!" Irene's remaining head cried out before closing her eyes forever.
The " Rose Bishop " extended his right hand and tapped his chest four times, in the order of down, up, right, and left.
His eyes, reflecting the blood and firelight, then looked at Bakerland. He suddenly took a step forward with his right foot, passing through the wall of fire without suffering any burns, though dark red liquid continued to drip from it.
Bakerland leaned back again, then suddenly raised his voice:
"Someone come here!"
"Help!"
Although his most capable assistant Rosago and several intelligence agents had been sent out, the embassy was still not lacking in Beyonder —military officers authorized by the Kingdom of Loen, who were the visible protective force here!
One- Sequence 5, one- Sequence 6, three-digit Sequence 7, and sequences Sequence 8 and Sequence 9 that add up to nearly ten digits.
Bakerland's voice echoed in the room, but it couldn't get out; the music outside remained the same, and the ball continued.
This place seems to have become a separate, isolated world!
"This..." Bakerland rationally stopped shouting, squinted, and surveyed his surroundings.
The " Rose Bishop " didn't rush to make a move, but chuckled and said:
"This is your own will, the rules you made yourself."
"You told the guards not to disturb them, not to come near, and not to let anyone over."
"Hmm... I amplified your desires and your rules, Distortion them slightly. If you want to break this barrier, you must overcome yourself."
Bakerland's expression changed slightly. From this characteristic of seemingly following the rules but actually Distortion and constantly drawing power from the order to serve itself, he thought of the name of another Sequence.
" The Baron of Corruption!" Bakerland growled.
This is the " Lawyer " pathway, which is Sequence 6 of the " Black Emperor " pathway.
Before he could finish speaking, Bakerland's face suddenly turned extremely grim, and he blurted out:
" Shepherd! You are the Shepherd!"
"Who are you with the Aurora Order, Mr. A?"
Why did you try to assassinate me?
That " Rose Bishop," no, the " Shepherd," chuckled:
You don't need to know who I am.
"Accept the Lord's favor..."
Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly froze, his joints seemed to be covered in rust, and he stood there, pausing, as if he had become Puppet.
Bakerland laughed, his previous gloom vanishing instantly. He pulled a white handkerchief from his left breast pocket, wiped his mouth, and said:
"I'm glad you could talk to me for so long and gave me plenty of time."
After the white handkerchief was taken away, a head the size of a thumb appeared in his left breast pocket— Puppet head with completely black eyes!
The Shepherd opened his mouth as if to speak, but only heard a hollow voice that seemed to come from afar:
"You..."
He paused for a moment, then his body suddenly swelled up, his skin turned dark black, two curved goat horns with eerie patterns grew from his head, and wings that smelled of sulfur flapped from his back.
The " Shepherd " instantly closed to within three meters, transforming into a Devil creature.
Even so, he still felt as if every joint of his body was firmly restrained, his movements stiff and slow, and his thoughts began to blur.
"You still have the power of a ' Devil '? No wonder you're called the ' Shepherd.' Let me send you to meet your master." Bakerland didn't waste any more words. A flaming spear materialized in his right palm, its tip tipped with blazing white flames.
He bent down and swung his arm, ready to throw the spear, pinning the " Shepherd " to the wall and burning him to ashes.
The Sequence 7 corresponding to " Conspirer " is " Pyromaniac," whose ancient name was " Fire Mage "!
Cough! Cough cough cough!
Just then, Bakerland coughed violently, as if he were about to vomit his heart and lungs, coughing so hard that his flaming spear went out of control and dissipated inch by inch, and his face turned red and his forehead burned.
With the help of the magical artifact, the effect on the enemy was also lifted, and the " Shepherd " was freed from his stagnation and returned to normal.
"Why do you think I'm talking to you so much? How's it feeling with severe pneumonia and a persistent cough?" he asked, a Devil smirk playing on his lips.
Upon hearing this, Bakerland suddenly recalled the enemy's beautiful, eerie, and almost feminine appearance when they first appeared, and exclaimed in regret:
"Cough, cough, illness!"
"You, cough cough, killed a, cough cough cough, the Demoness of Pain!"
The Shepherd was freed from Devil, and his body became indistinct, layered upon layered.
He scoffed and said:
"No, I merely accepted the gift from the Dark Saint."
"I know ' Conspirer ' always have all sorts of methods, so now I'm going to use my strongest abilities to eliminate any unnecessary hope you might have."
A book appeared in front of him, a transparent and blurry book.
The ancient book flipped through the pages rapidly, accompanied by a soft chanting:
"I came, I saw, I Record."
"I can use anything I've Record once. This is an ability that the Dark Saint specifically showed me. Although it only has half the original effect, it's enough. The Shepherd's" voice became ethereal, and his body was enveloped by the darkness surging from the book.
He quickly transformed into a small Giant, about two and a half meters tall, covered entirely in black, cold armor, with only his eyes gleaming with two deep red lights.
The dark knight raised his straight, dark greatsword, took a step forward, and unleashed a fierce slash.
"No!"
"Why?"
Amidst Bakerland's screams, the layers of flames surging from his body were cleaved apart, the various bursts of light were split apart, and his body was cleaved in two.
Thud! Bakerland fell to the ground, not a drop of blood oozing from his severed wound. Even his soul seemed to have been Corrosion and annihilated by that dark, gloomy, and seemingly nonexistent longsword.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fireballs erupting from Bakerland's body went out of control, causing the room to collapse and the glass to rattle. At that moment, the isolation he had created with his own will had vanished with his death.
The " Shepherd " did not linger or wait for his Beyonder Characteristic to manifest. He returned to his previous shadowy form, seized the opportunity before the embassy's military attachés arrived, and dashed through layers of walls into the darkness outside.
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein paused for a moment, his right hand gripping the handle.
He decided to toss a coin before Door Opening, just to be on the safe side.
Now that Ian has come and the revelatory vision from the Dream Divination has appeared, danger could strike at any moment!
Muttering to himself, "Visitors from outside will bring danger," Klein flicked up a quarter-pence copper coin and watched it land in his palm, number up.
"No..." Klein muttered to himself, then reached out and turned the handle.
But this did not lower his guard; he knew that the ambassador had someone Mid-Sequence the same sequence who could interfere with his Divination.
If it's the other person, getting a Error answer is normal!
Unfortunately, there was neither the time nor the opportunity to go above the Gray Fog to confirm... Klein used his Spirit Vision to look through the wooden board for a while, but found nothing wrong. Then he opened the door and took two steps back.
The police chief outside, wearing a black and white checkered Faxin, took off his hat and said with a serious expression:
"I was sent by my superiors to tell you to be careful tonight and tomorrow, and to watch out for strangers."