strictlysupreme Chapter 128 Calamity 2
Chapter 128 Calamity 2
Chapter 128 Calamity 2
The sewers were dark and damp, filled with a strong stench and the rustling sounds of rats and cockroaches scurrying across the floor.
Lanluus, who had fallen here after being accidentally separated from the "Sage of Mystery," wore a carefree smile and smelled the long-lost scent of freedom.
"Ahem~
He covered his mouth and nose and coughed lightly, somewhat regretting his earlier deep breath; the air in the sewer was truly awful.
call out!call out!
puff!
The sound of air being torn apart suddenly rang out, and his inspiration was momentarily slowed. He failed to notice and dodge in time, and his chest and throat were slashed by two playing cards.
His smile froze, then he casually pulled out the playing cards stuck in his throat and chest.
Not a single drop of crimson blood flowed; his flesh writhed, and in the blink of an eye, the wounds disappeared.
Not far away, Klein, dressed in a worker's uniform and wearing a clown mask, frowned slightly.
The Lanius before me was very abnormal; this level of control over flesh and blood was an ability possessed only by the "Rose Bishop".
What is this special mark that Cyril mentioned? Why didn't the one who didn't want Lanluus to leave alive just make a move? Now that he's out of the sight of the Aurora Society and the Church of the Goddess, it should be a good opportunity.
As the thought crossed his mind, Klein drew the "Peacekeeper" from his waist.
He was suddenly glad that he had borrowed this magical item from Sirien beforehand to counteract corruption, darkness, and evil; otherwise, given the strange behavior that Lanluus was exhibiting, he would most likely have been nothing more than a free kill for him.
The moment their eyes met, a gunshot rang out.
boom!
Lanius nimbly bent over, rolled forward, dodging the bullet and closing the distance.
Just as he was about to launch a surprise attack, his entire body suddenly froze. It felt as if electric currents were coursing through his mind, forming barbed whips that relentlessly lashed at his soul.
This sensation was both painful and numb, seemingly originating from deep within the brain, making it irresistible and causing one to tremble and feel their knees buckle.
"The Whip of Pain!"
Not far away, Klein, behind the clown mask, slightly curled the corners of his lips; everything was developing in the direction he had anticipated.
After briefly controlling Lanius with the Inquisitor's Ring, Klein did not pause and activated the Inquisitor's Ring's ability to attack the mind again.
A glint of light flashed in his eyes, like lightning from the depths of his consciousness.
"Mental piercing!"
"what!"
Klein's body trembled, as if a muffled thunderclap had exploded in his mind, as if it were about to tear his spirit apart. He collapsed to the ground as if he had lost all his strength.
"Phew~"
Lanius stood up from the ground, his expression ferocious, panting heavily as he sneered:
"Haha... Mental attacks are judged based on the mental strength of both parties; whoever is stronger wins, haha~"
"Aren't you wondering why the last attack was successful?"
"Of course, it's because at that time, I was still me, but after my spirit was weakened by your attack just now, I could no longer suppress Him."
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"We all had a chance to live..."
His voice grew lower and lower, and the shadow around him grew thicker and thicker, as if he were irreversibly transforming in some direction.
In a daze, Klein, who was moving in the darkness by relying on his spiritual vision, saw a spiritual light on his body that was full of blood and filth, and saw a blurry figure hanging upside down.
Boom~
It was as if something exploded in his mind, and an extremely terrifying aura swept through, making him forget even his mental anguish for a moment.
A primal, uncontrollable tremor ran through her body, and she curled up into a ball.
An aura of superiority erupted from Lanluus, an aura that looked down upon and crushed all living beings from the essence of things, the aura of the "true creator"!
At this moment, he finally understood what the special mark that Sirion had mentioned earlier was.
Lanius became the second offspring of the evil god, the vessel for the "True Creator's" descent. That's why he was with the Aurora Society and why he was protected by the "Secret Saint" when the Church of the Night was besieging him.
Unfortunately... it seems I realized this too late this time.
As thoughts drifted by, the surrounding darkness suddenly became thicker, quieter, and gentler, like a soothing night.
The aura of the "True Creator" gradually became peaceful and serene in the deep darkness, falling into slumber, and eventually perishing in slumber.
Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~
Cold water droplets fell on his face, and Klein suddenly woke up, looking around blankly.
The surrounding darkness was quiet and peaceful, with a soothing quality that could lull one to sleep.
Not far away, the spiritual light belonging to Lanius lay quietly on the ground, peaceful and still, as if it were in a beautiful dream that it did not want to wake up.
"Was that really just a dream?"
Klein subconsciously raised his hand to wipe his cheek, avoiding looking directly at the bloodstains left by the "True Creator" after he went mad.
He then looked around again, but no one from the Church of the Night had arrived.
"So, what happened just now was actually an eruption of the lingering calamity within Lanius after being stimulated?"
"But why?"
As he pondered, he suddenly fell silent, recalling the person Cyril had mentioned who didn't want Lannus to leave alive.
"It was him, no, it should be that he erased the possibility of the true Creator's descent?"
As he whispered, Klein bent down and picked up the "Peacekeeper" that had fallen to the ground, pointed the gun at the sleeping Lanius, and pulled the trigger.
boom! boom! boom!
A barrage of gunfire erupted, emptying his magazine of bullets.
A dense array of fragments of dawn-like light suddenly erupted, forming a shimmering and violently sharp hurricane.
The dark sewers were illuminated, and Lanius's body was completely torn apart by the sharp hurricane until all life was cut off.
Klein instinctively wanted to toss a gold coin to perform a divination, but suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps in the sewer.
slap~
Someone patted him on the shoulder.
"I was just a detective passing by. The body on the ground has nothing to do with me. I came to the sewers to investigate a case. I'm not the murderer..."
"It's me," Sirion interrupted Klein's subconscious attempt to exonerate himself.
Without giving him a chance to complain, Sirion said in a deep voice:
"Relax, don't resist, I'll take you away."
After he finished speaking, the pairs of transparent, dragonfly-wing-like membranes behind him fluttered, and the two of them disappeared into the sewer in the blink of an eye, like an oil painting fading rapidly.
Five or six seconds later, three figures wearing black trench coats and red gloves arrived.
The leader had short, golden-brown hair and dark green eyes as deep as a still, windless lake.
The surrounding darkness seemed to have no effect on his vision. He stared intently at the pile of broken pieces of flesh at his feet, his face extremely grim.
"We have been misled. The 'Sage of Mystery' Butis is merely a protector. The key figure is Lanluus beside him, who is likely the vessel for the descent of the 'True Creator'."
"But someone else discovered the problem before us and solved it perfectly."
"Their final loss was nothing more than a patch of concrete in the sewers."
15 Minsk Street, Joewood District.
In the domed window of the first-floor reception room, a deep blue light rippled out like water, quickly coalescing into an illusory door.
The next second, Cyril and Klein walked out from behind the "".
Back in his familiar surroundings, Klein finally relaxed a little, took a couple of deep breaths of fresh air, and asked:
"Shouldn't we implement some counter-divination and counter-tracking measures?"
Cyril shook his head slightly: "No need. The aura of the 'True Creator' erupted in that place. Although it vanished quickly, it did exist after all."
"Neither divination nor other methods will yield any useful information unless someone is observing the entire process,"
Klein's heart, which had just settled down, jumped again. He thought of the "True Creator" aura that had suddenly erupted and then disappeared, and the dream in which he had not noticed anything amiss.
After a two-second silence, he finally voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind:
"Is the person who asked you for help before, and the one who doesn't want Lanluus to leave alive, the same person, or the same entity?"
"Yes." Sirien nodded slightly, then asked with some curiosity:
"You met Him? That's unlikely. He wouldn't personally handle something like that; at most, He'd arrange a scenario."
Klein shook his head slightly: "No, I just encountered some things that I haven't figured out yet."
He paused, then described in detail what had happened in the sewers, and finally asked:
"Lanius is the vessel through which the true Creator descended, therefore, the one among you is hostile to Him?"
"That's true." After a slight pause, he looked at Klein's curious eyes and chuckled:
"You wouldn't want to know, but once you know him, He knows you, and everyone you come into contact with."
"Um... it seems there's no need to avoid it anymore. I know you, and so does he."
Klein: _
Is this a living 0-08?
After a long moment of stunned silence, Klein finally snapped out of his daze with a wry smile, looked at Sirion in front of him, and said with mixed feelings:
"Did you trick me?"
"Now that he already knows, why don't you tell me?"