The " Apostle of Desire," who had once been disguised as Patrick Jason, immediately stopped and looked around in surprise and uncertainty.
Only now did he vaguely sense the approaching danger.
He was standing on the edge of a garden, where the vegetation was withered and the dark brown soil was exposed due to the cold winter.
On the right side of the street, there were not many pedestrians on a weekday afternoon, and at this time, only a few the Star passed by, and no one noticed anything unusual.
A glint of silver suddenly appeared in the eyes of the " Apostle of Desire," and a figure in full armor walked over from the other end of the garden.
Its left shoulder slanted downwards, stained with a patch of congealed blood, exuding an eerie beauty. It itself seemed extremely heavy, and each step caused the ground to tremble slightly.
Upon seeing the blood-stained silver armor, the " Apostle of Desire " felt short of breath, as if he had encountered his most terrifying nemesis.
How could they have arrived so quickly? How did they see through my trick so fast? The " Apostle of Desire " regained his composure and cold-bloodedness, his entire being focused on sensing the emotions and desires of the Beyonder within the blood-stained silver armor.
However, to his despair, the silver armor completely blocked his extraordinary abilities.
It was as if he had touched a stone, or the cold armor of an unwearer!
The " Apostle of Desire " had no choice but to raise its right hand, spreading its enormous bat wings, from which a few blue flames quickly coalesced.
Just then, a flash of silver light appeared at the base of his right thumb, and his thumb fell to the ground with a clean cut.
With a whoosh, a whoosh, a whoosh, and a flash of silver light, the " Apostle of Desire " lost all nine of his remaining fingers at the same time, and the suitcase he was carrying crashed to the ground with a thud.
The pupils of the " Apostle of Desire " instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and it immediately flapped its enormous bat wings and fled in another direction.
The shadow beneath his feet shrank imperceptibly, disappearing into a single point.
The " Apostle of Desire " had only taken two steps when countless silver rays suddenly burst forth from his body, like blooming fireworks.
The viscous black liquid covering his body fell to the ground like raindrops, and the cuts on his forearm, arm, shoulder, ribs, neck, and other parts of his body spread out smoothly.
With a series of thuds, the " Apostle of Desire's " pale, blood-stained intestines, writhing stomach, and throbbing, pulsating heart all fell to the ground, scattering everywhere.
The spot where he stood was thickest with crimson blood, which splattered outwards, forming a beautiful flower of death.
A powerful Sequence 5 warrior, an " Apostle of Desire " who had just completed an impossible assassination, was dismembered without any resistance.
This is a Level 1 Sealed Artifact.
This is the Sealed Artifact "1-42" that once claimed the lives of over 100,000 people!
Wearing that terrifying armor Leonard Mitchell took two difficult steps forward, glanced at the mangled corpses scattered on the ground, and raised his voice:
He's not completely dead yet!
He paused, then added:
"Different Devil have different characteristics. This ' Apostle of Desire ' is Shadow Transformation; he just abandoned his physical body, leaving only a shadow."
While instructing some of the Nighthawks and members of " Machinery Hivemind " to "keep ordinary people away," " Spirit Warlock " Soest surveyed the scene and listened to Leonard's words.
He took out his pocket watch, opened it, glanced at it, and asked with a serious expression:
"Only ten minutes left, is that enough? Don't push yourself!"
"No problem! '1-42' has locked him in, I can feel the excitement," Leonard said without hesitation.
Soest spread his five fingers, gloved with Red Gloves, and said to the other Nighthawks:
"You guys bring hot water, stick close to Leonard, and if there's a problem, immediately replace him and dig a 'bathtub' on the spot!"
"Also, leave a mark so the rest of the team and I can catch up quickly."
Thump, thump, thump, the blood-stained silver armor began to run and chase, seemingly heavy, yet incredibly fast.
Soest watched the Red Gloves leave, then turned to look at Ikanser:
"Deacon Bernard, you lead the remaining members of ' Machinery Hivemind ' to that house and guard the Duke's guards and anyone else alive on the scene."
"Guards?" Ikanser asked instinctively.
Soest nodded solemnly and said:
"How could the ' Apostle of Desire ' be so certain that the Duke would go to that house today, even down to a specific time, thus so skillfully drawing away the ' Songster of God ' beforehand?"
Ikanser suddenly realized:
"You mean a member of the Duke's Guard, or someone trusted by the Duke, is an accomplice of the ' Apostle of Desire '?"
Otherwise, the timing difference couldn't have been managed so well!
Therefore, the so-called action has no possibility of success!
"I can only say that this reason is the most likely, and we can't rule out the possibility that a Prophet is hiding behind the ' Apostle of Desire.'" Soest said no more, leading the second group of Nighthawks, following the marks, to reinforce their teammates ahead.
With a somber expression, Ikanser led the remaining " Machinery Hivemind " back to the residence of the Duke Negan's mistress.
He looked up at the pale the Sun behind the thin mist, knowing that the situation in the entire Backlund, and even the entire Kingdom of Loen, and the entire world, would be changed because of what happened today.
Inside the dark sewers, a shadow was skimming along the bottom of the stone wall, moving swiftly in a certain direction.
He would use the fact that the blood-stained armor was tall and heavy, making it inconvenient to move around in certain narrow areas of the sewers, to shake off his opponent!
And every time the shadow travels a certain distance, it stops and freezes in place.
His pitch-black surface swelled and solidified continuously, as if new flesh and blood were about to grow, but due to a lack of materials, it was impossible to succeed.
The " Apostle of Desire " let out a painful gasp, feeling that in this state he might fall into an out-of-control Hell at any moment.
He paused for a moment, then, disregarding the need to mitigate the damage, continued his desperate escape, fearing that the terrifying, blood-stained silver armor had already caught up with him.
Inside the Cragg Club, Klein entered the lounge, picked up a newspaper, and walked to the toilet.
He worried that the " Apostle of Desire " might escape prematurely, leaving hidden dangers for himself, Isengard Stanton, Kaslana, and other innocent private Detective. Therefore, he planned to go above the Gray Fog to perform another Divination to confirm the other party's current situation and thus take targeted strategies.
Repeating the previous procedure, Klein, using a paper Klein to represent himself, sits in the Fool's position, materializes Jason Beria's handkerchief, Divination the other party's current location.
In the hazy, dreamlike world, Klein saw a dark sewer, a living shadow, a figure that seemed to be trying to fill itself with flesh and blood but always failed, and a few tiny black dust particles that he shed.
The camera then pans up to ground level, revealing a towering church.
The Saint Samuel Cathedral... Klein opened his lightly closed eyes and grasped the situation of the " Apostle of Desire ":
The other person wasn't actually caught, but he seemed to be seriously injured, his condition was very strange, and there was something odd about him!
His suitcase was also missing... He must have abandoned it when he was injured... Klein thought for a moment, then used Divination to recall the map of Backlund and conjure it before his eyes.
Similarly, he also produced a rough layout of the Backlund sewers.
Having made full use of the sewers, he had been collecting similar information, focusing on the East Borough, the Backlund Bridge Area, and his own Cherwood Borough. Through his efforts, he had long since completed the first phase of his goal, figuring out the main layout of the sewer network. Further refinement would require a very long period of perseverance. Sometimes, Klein even considered sneaking into Backlund City Hall to directly peek at the corresponding design drawings.
Based on the two maps and the images seen in the previous " Dream Divination," Klein discovered that the " Apostle of Desire," Belial, did not flee towards the Tussock River, but instead headed straight for Hillston Borough, seemingly intending to pass through there and enter the area with the artificial lake in Queens Borough.
"In other words, he's getting closer and closer to me..." Klein's heart stirred, and an idea suddenly came to him.
Although I can't be sure which sewer route he'll take, I can use Divination to determine... He's seriously injured, in a very strange state, and his ability to detect such things is extremely weak. If he's not far away, it's not impossible to find him. After all, I've seen his true form before and have a feeling I can sense some of his presence... I'm a professional at finding people... I have to do something; I can't let him get away like this! There's still time! After assessing the level of danger, Klein made up his mind and returned to the real world.
He took out candles and quickly set up the ritual, summoning himself and responding to himself.
Not long after, a figure appeared in the washroom, dressed in full black armor, wearing a black crown and a matching cloak. It was Klein, who had become a spirit and was carrying the " Black Emperor " card.
He also "included" other magical items such as " The Sun Brooch " and " Biotoxin Bottle " to ensure absolute safety.
Then, he vanished into thin air and left the Cragg Club in another direction.
At this moment, Klein could fly, so he was extremely fast, but he didn't make a sound because he was a spirit.
He scraped across a tree and took away a dead branch.
Using Jason Beria's true appearance from his previous encounter, the faint scent he remembered, and the handkerchief as a medium, Klein used the " Dowsing Rod Method," combined with a layout map, to quickly pinpoint the sewer route the other party had taken.
Klein scurried into the dark, foul-smelling place, quickly navigating through numerous narrow areas before entering a more spacious section.
An underground river flowed, and a murky stench filled the air. He adjusted his direction from time to time, keeping close behind Jason Beria.
The " Apostle of Desire " almost lost control again, but quickly stopped, pressing himself against the damp wall and cold pipes, trying to restrain his bloodlust and murderous desires.
Whoosh, whoosh, the thin shadow undulated.
Just then, he suddenly turned his head and looked back at the place he had just passed.
His eyes were first drawn to the jet-black full-body armor and black crown, which outlined an extremely majestic figure.
Behind that figure, a weightless cloak swayed gently as he moved forward.
"It's nearby!"
A heavy, blood-stained suit of silver armor climbed down the iron ladder from the entrance into the sewers.