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Chapter 216 You are particularly pious today!

Chapter 216 You are particularly pious today!

Under Renekton's gaze, the spirit lifted up its skirt and approached slowly with grace and dignity.

Finally, he stopped two steps in front of Renekton and bowed skillfully and dignifiedly.

Then, a crack opened in its chest and abdomen, and a pale and swollen arm that seemed to have been soaked for a long time stretched out from it and handed a letter to Renekton.

Renekton took the letter with some confusion. He really couldn't imagine whose messenger it was. There were not many people who could tell the messenger to locate him.

After delivering the letter, the strange-looking messenger disintegrated into a bunch of twisted and wriggling tentacles like water plants, sliding to the ground and submerging into the spiritual world.

Good afternoon, little Tynes:

  According to my estimation, it should be exactly afternoon in Backlund when you receive this letter.

This is my new messenger. The previous one died due to some accidents.

A lot of things seem to have happened in Backlund recently. I hope this will not affect your experience in this city. I would like to excuse you, but I have something to ask you.

My informant who stayed in Backlund told me that someone was recently looking for a man named Azik Eggers. He was a university lecturer for a while. He was a direct descendant of the royal family of the Balam Empire. , currently, he seems to be wandering around Backlund.

If you meet him by chance, please tell him: Be careful, people from the Spiritual Religion are not trustworthy, especially those from the Royal Faction and the Artificial Death Faction.

You don't have to search for him deliberately. His strength is not weak. Deliberate pursuit may cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

I just think that the crow next to you may encounter him accidentally.

As a reward, I can answer some questions about the necromancy field for you. Of course, if you want to buy the subsequent potion formula of the necromancer master, you can also write to me.

Your friend, Pluck Eggers.

There is also a piece of white paper under the letter, with a very vivid portrait on it.

He was a middle-aged man with a medium build, bronze complexion, soft facial features, and a small black mole under his right ear.

Renekton glanced at Azik's portrait, then leaned on the back of his chair and muttered in a low voice:

  "Mr. Azik, it seems that those from the Royal Faction and the Artificial Death Faction in the Spiritual Religion are also looking for Mr. Azik, but they are not as public as MI9."

"There is a high probability that they don't really want to find an angel or a blood descendant of death."

Putting the letter aside casually, Renekton didn't feel that the bounty hunters or members of the Spiritual Cult in Backlund could really influence Mr. Azik.

That is a real angel. Even though his current condition is not very good, it is not because of his bad mind.

In the evening, in the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​​​the bridge.

Renekton came to Emlyn to get the last course of medicine.

As soon as he stepped out of the spiritual world, he saw Emlyn sitting behind Father Utravsky in a gentle and peaceful state in the quiet church prayer hall, with his hands touching each other, palms clasped in front of his mouth and nose.

A very standard prayer posture of the Earth Church!

  Renekton found a seat and sat down, waiting for the prayer to end.

Emlyn glanced at Renekton who was sitting aside, quickly stood up and went to the corner, took out several potions that he had prepared, and handed them to Renekton.

He raised his chin slightly and said in a somewhat proud tone:

  "This is the last course of medicine. After taking these medicines, the body of the Abraham family member has basically recovered."

"However, for you humans, he is already too old. Even if he recovers his physical condition this time, he will only live for another five or six years at most. Unless he can continue to be promoted, it may be possible to extend it even further. A few years of life."

Renekton nodded slightly, not paying attention to Emlyn's words. After all, in terms of lifespan, the Vampire path is indeed quite viable.

He reached out to take the potion and stared at Emlyn for a while. Before the vampire opposite was about to get angry, he chuckled and said:

"You are extraordinarily religious today!"

"What?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment, and then said to himself with a pale face, as if he woke up from a dream:

"What have I done?"

Recalling his pious posture when praying before, and his peaceful and peaceful heart, Emlyn said in a slightly mournful voice:

  "But, I don't want to betray the moon!"

"Although I can also feel that my resistance to the belief in the Mother Goddess is becoming less and less."

"If you are really troubled in your heart, you might as well believe in the moon and the earth goddess at the same time."

Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and gave the other party an idea that was not an idea. Anyway, these two are the same god. No matter what the vampires believe, he will not have any objection.

Emlyn was startled, his expression suddenly became serious, and there was even some anger in his eyes as he said:

  "Faith is pure! Your thoughts are disrespectful to the moon and the mother goddess!"

"Okay." Renekton shrugged, without reminding Emlyn that when he talked about the moon and the Mother Goddess, he had the same reverence and respect in his words, and there was not much difference. Taking the potion given by Emlyn, Renekton stepped into the spirit world.

On Minsk Street, Renekton returned directly to his rented house after giving the potion to Lawrence.

Boom boom boom!

  The knock on the door almost coincided with Renekton's appearance in the house.

The time of knocking on the door was so accurate. Was this a divination done in advance?

  I cursed in my heart.

The door opened automatically, and Klein walked in with an ugly expression.

"I seem to have been targeted by the accomplices of the previous demon dog. I found a threatening letter written in blood on the glass window on the second floor."

"Not just me, but also other detectives who have participated in serial murder cases before. In fact, several detectives have been attacked and died."

"Detective Essinger Stanton, who organized us detectives to participate in the investigation, was also attacked, but he was not weak himself, so he only suffered some injuries."

"." Renekton was silent for a brief moment.

So, when the Desire Apostle came to write a threatening letter to Klein, he was arranged by 0-08 to find me? .No wonder that person interfered. His assassination mission almost ended before it even started.

The death of Duke Negan can only be regarded as a catalyst for war. No matter how things develop, war will inevitably come. Is it more to prevent me from having contact with 0-08?

After thinking for a while, he finally answered Klein's words:

"Don't worry, there is a demigod living on this street. The Desire Apostle should not dare to come here again after he came today."

"Apostle of Desire? Which sequence of the devil's path is this?"

After hearing that the other party did not dare to come to Minsk Street again, Klein relaxed and naturally turned his attention to other aspects.

"Sequence Five, Desire Apostle, the most remarkable feature is that it can use and manipulate the emotions and desires of everyone within a certain distance to induce corruption."

"Both the spell ability and the ability to close combat are not weak. Moreover, the ability to control emotions and desires is quite troublesome and weird. In Sequence Five, it is also one of the more difficult ones."

Renekton briefly explained the characteristics of the Desire Apostle.

Klein frowned and said:

  "A Sequence Five Desire Apostle. But the death of the demon who caused the serial murders had nothing to do with us detectives. Why did he seek revenge from us?"

Probably because he couldn't beat me, Renekton explained in his heart with some guilt.

Then he looked serious and thoughtful, thought for a while and said:

"Perhaps it is to create panic and chaos, so as to attract the maximum attention of official Beyonders such as Nighthawks, Punishers and Mechanical Hearts."

Klein said thoughtfully:

".Now I do have the secret protection of the members of the Heart of Machinery."

"You mean that the Desire Apostle left threatening letters everywhere and killed many detectives, all to cover up his true purpose?"

"Then what is his real purpose?"

"You'll know then."

Renekton did not answer this question, nor did he even actively think about it. If the other party relied on predicting danger and noticed it, his plan to pick up the missing attributes would be in vain.

Klein nodded slightly, then turned and left

  Return to the house at number 15 across the street.

In the bathroom on the second floor, Klein pulled out a piece of paper and turned it into an identical stand-in with a flick of his hand.

He asked the paper man substitute to sit on the toilet, holding a newspaper in his hand, to deceive the members of the Heart of Machinery who were responsible for protecting him secretly. He hid in the shadows aside, walked four steps backward, and entered above the gray fog.

As expected of a magician, this series of performances was skillful and smooth.

In the house across the street, Renekton withdrew his gaze towards Klein's house.

He focused his gaze on the bay window of the bathroom, and using his Sequence Level 5 reasoning ability, he directly restored Klein's operations in the bathroom in his mind.

After some operations, Klein really didn't notice his prying eyes.

"It seems that this method is feasible to avoid triggering the strong intuition of extraordinary people!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 217 Old Storm Dove and Apostle of Desire

Chapter 217 Old Storm Dove and Apostle of Desire

After sighing for a moment, Klein performed in the bathroom in order to find a chance to enter above the gray fog. He immediately looked away, made some preparations, and went out.

Boom boom boom!

  Renekton knocked on the door of Destiny's house nearby.

Soon, the door opened with a creak.

With a slight smile on his lips, Destiny glanced at Renekton who was standing at the door and directly expressed his inner thoughts:

"You want to borrow some luck from me?"

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"Yes, if you are lucky enough, things will work out."

"Okay." Destiny nodded slightly in response, and then said in a slightly more solemn tone:

"As a reward for your luck today, I will need some help from you for my promotion soon. The disaster that will happen to Backlund this time seems to be serious. It is just the luck I have accumulated that cannot completely guide this disaster."

"Causing disaster?" Renekton thought for a moment, then asked curiously:

"What exactly is the promotion ceremony of a Chaos Walker?"

"Follow the guidance of fate, walk in a city caused by external forces and stir up the thread of fate, so that the chaos ends in a reasonable way."

The city of Backlund, which was in chaos due to external forces, was really not a good place for a ceremony. When the time came, the gods would appear.

After thinking for a moment, Renekton nodded happily and agreed to Destiny's request. After all, he himself wanted to participate in this great smog incident.

After receiving the answer, Destiny immediately closed his eyes, raised his hand and gave it a virtual squeeze in the direction of Renekton's head. He frowned slightly and repeated the gesture of the virtual squeeze again.

Then he slowly retracted his outstretched right hand, nodded slightly and said in a serious tone:

"Okay, your luck is enough for you to get all your wishes come true today, but don't consume it at will. The malicious perception of an apostle of desire is enough to consume most of the luck I attached to you."

Jowood District is not too far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

After receiving the luck that Destiny had given him, Renekton stopped a taxi at the intersection and drove aimlessly around the city before finally arriving here and waiting for the Apostle of Desire to finish his assassination. Duke Negan met him by chance.

The carriage stopped at an inconspicuous fork in the road. Renekton created a spiritual wall around the carriage, then arranged a simple ceremony and began to pray to the Hidden Sage:

  "The sage who has insight into the world, the eyes that pry into the truth, the embodiment of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

"I pray to you;"

"Pray for secret protection"

As the prayer spell ended, Renekton felt his eyes blur, as if he saw a pair of indifferent eyes with countless bright stars staring at him.

Immediately, feedback came from his own spirituality, and a gauze like night enveloped him lightly.

After receiving the concealment effect given by the Stealth Sage, Renekton relaxed.

The malicious perception of the demon path is really troublesome. It is difficult for him to ensure that some of the thoughts that occasionally flash in his mind will not touch the other party's malicious perception, so he prays to the hidden sage for a secret effect.

Not long after the carriage stopped, Renekton heard the sound of wind.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked out the carriage's glass window, only to see the dim clouds and mist in mid-air being blown away by the strong wind.

Without even looking at the swaying leaves and branches, the strong wind just dragged an obvious trace in the air, heading straight towards the southeast wind.

After a few seconds, everything returned to normal.

"Oh, Storm Path is really an impatient man!"

Shaking his head slightly and sighing with emotion, Renekton saw the figure engulfed by the strong wind just as the strong wind roared past, the Bishop of the Holy Wind Cathedral, the Singer of God, Ai S. Snake.

The impatient Storm Brother is going to be a Storm Pigeon again.

Leaning in the carriage, Renekton waited for a not too long time before he saw a luxurious carriage coming from the direction of the West District.

In an instant, Renekton's eyes were filled with a lavender light.

His eyes glanced at the slowly passing luxury carriage, and then he shifted his gaze and looked around the carriage. Through the feedback obtained from different angles, he pieced together a scene inside the carriage in his mind. :

  It is covered with carpets and furnished with beds, sofas, tables and other furniture, making it look like a mobile room.

Sitting inside was Duke Negan, who was holding a polished crystal cup and tasting red wine. Not too far away, there was another man in a straight tuxedo who was quickly taking notes with a notebook. secretary. When Renekton's eyes swept across the carriage, he saw more than one aura representing magical items, one on Duke Negan and another on his secretary.

Then Renekton's eyes wandered around, confirming the direction of the luxury carriage through feedback from the surroundings.

Until the carriage stopped in front of an extremely luxurious house, at a glance, there was a glass greenhouse in the garden, filled with flowers that did not belong to this season.

A dock in the dock area.

A man disguised as Patrick Jason Beria entered the pre-booked cabin.

He looked out the window, observed the misty sky, and silently counted the time in his heart.

After waiting for a while, he quickly took off his hat, took off his clothes, then reached out and pulled off the layer of human skin covering the surface of his body.

Revealing the image of a gorgeous lady under human skin, she methodically took out the clothes she had prepared and put them on one by one. In a very short period of time, she completed a complete image change.

Finally, she dug out a fist-sized stone statue from her suitcase, wrapped the layer of human skin that she had just torn off around it, tied it in a knot, and threw it directly into the river.

After doing all this, she clapped her hands, closed the window, picked up her suitcase, and left the cabin.

A small paper man was hanging on a branch by the river bank. There was a strange eye-like symbol painted on the paper man, as if he was silently watching everything that happened here.

Not long after, a howling wind blew in the air, blowing away the surrounding mist and blowing the small paper man hanging on the tree to an unknown place.

In Jowood District, in a carriage at a fork in the road not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

Renekton rubbed his eyes helplessly, as if the wind had blown sand into his eyes.

The sensory synchronization of the Secret Eye was really uncomfortable, and I was almost knocked unconscious. There was no way to recover the paper man. Fortunately, I had anticipated it and left a way for it to self-destruct.

However, who is the woman disguised as Patrick Jason Belial? She does not look like an Extraordinary of the devil's path, perhaps a member of the Sunset Red Pension Group?

  After thinking for himself, Renekton memorized the appearance of the lady pretending to be Patrick Jason Beria, and planned to talk to her when he had the opportunity, and maybe he could find some additional clues.

Then he took out a new paper man from his pocket, shook it twice in the air, threw it out of the car window, and was carried away by a gust of wind.

Finally, it landed on the roof of a luxurious villa. Between the tiles on the roof, the eye symbol drawn on the small paper figure looked like a real eye, staring unblinkingly at the villa opposite.

In order to prevent his gaze from arousing the vigilance of the Beyonders in the villa, Renekton controlled the gaze of the little paper man and landed on the glass window of the villa opposite.

Watch the activities in the villa through the reflection of the glass.

The somewhat bloated Duke Negan hugged his mistress who was staying in the villa. There were two figures behind him, one should be his secretary who was following him, and the other was his bodyguard here.

There are also a number of security personnel scattered in different places outside the house.

Soon, Duke Negan entered the bedroom and closed the curtains. The little paper man, who had lost his vision, slowly lay down, like an ordinary piece of paper blown to the roof by the wind.

In the attic of the luxurious villa where Duke Negan kept his mistress.

A man in a dark coat sat on an old chair with his eyes half-closed. He didn't know what he was sensing. Suddenly, a smile of unknown meaning appeared on his face.

"Such a strong desire is not in line with my judgment of him. It seems that he has taken relevant drugs. However, this is so cooperative. Haha!"

The man raised his face slightly, as if he was intoxicated, enjoying and communicating with something.

"It's almost here now!"

He clenched his right hand fiercely, as if he was holding something tightly in his hand.

In the bedroom, Duke Negan seemed to have regained the feeling of his youth.

After a while, the surrounding air seemed to calm down.

Suddenly, he felt a rumbling in his mind, and Duke Negan felt that the pleasure of climbing to the limit suddenly exploded.

His eyes went blank, and his brain temporarily stopped thinking. His heart beat unbearably violently, as if a steam boiler with excessive pressure would explode at any time.

For a moment, Duke Negan's eyes were blank, his mouth was drooling, and he fell weakly onto his mistress who was lying flat on his back.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 218 142

Chapter 218 1-42

  The little paper figure in the gap in the roof of the villa opposite kept shaking its body, trying hard to see clearly what was happening in the bedroom through the curtains.

Just now, through the little paper man, Renekton noticed a spiritual abnormality and mysterious smell.

The apostle of desire finally took action.

In the villa, the two Beyonders who followed Duke Negan into the villa also noticed the abnormality just now. One of them took advantage of the strong wind and crashed directly into the wall, breaking into the bedroom where Duke Negan and his mistress were.

The other one went straight to the source of the abnormality, the attic of this villa!

  After a while, Renekton, who was sitting in the carriage, noticed a vague wave like a tide, rushing towards the Cathedral of the Holy Wind.

"It's a pity that the singer of God has been led away long ago."

Renekton sighed in a low voice.

Then he closed his eyes and focused on the scene observed by the little paper man on the other side.

The curtains in the bedroom have been blown open by the strong wind carried by the Wind Blessed One just now.

The little paper man clearly saw the guards forming a circle inside, a middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes wearing a black tuxedo, and Duke Negan, who was surrounded by them and had not had time to put on his clothes.

On the ground next to her, there was a beautiful lady without any clothes, probably in her early twenties, curled up.

At this moment, he was like a frightened deer, hiding in a corner with a fearful expression, holding a piece of clothing that he had taken off before, barely covering his key parts.

The little paper man's eyes fell on the attic of the villa, which was isolated by a layer of strange power. Even the sight of the secret eye could not penetrate without attracting other people's attention.

I could only feel the rising desire and twisted rules inside, and I probably understood that the apostle of desire had already made contact with Duke Negan's secretary.

Duke Negan, who had recovered slightly, gasped and said:

"Catch, you must catch someone alive, or a spirit body"

"I want to know who it is"

After the pirate general Qilingos assassinated him last time, another strange Sequence Five strongman came. He didn't know who he had formed such an undying hatred with.

He wants to find out the mastermind behind it and use all his resources to tear the opponent apart!

Time gradually passed, and the villa trembled from time to time. It seemed that the battle between the apostle of desire and Mr. Secretary in the attic had entered a fierce stage.

"Why hasn't the Archbishop come yet?" Duke Negan asked uneasily after regaining his breath.

This place is not far from the Cathedral of the Holy Wind. With the flying speed of the Singer of God, he should have arrived or is about to arrive.

But now, the fog in the direction of Holy Wind Cathedral shows no sign of being blown away.

The Wind Blessed who was beside Duke Negan, who was vigilant and alert, said with some hesitation in his voice:

  "Maybe, maybe Archbishop Him"

Before he mentioned the possibility that the archbishop might not be in the Holy Wind Cathedral, the mistress of Duke Negan walked to the bedroom window, with a confused look in his eyes and a sad smile.

The next moment, she jumped up and hit the cement floor with her head on the ground.

boom! After a heavy impact, the mistress's beautiful head shattered into a large gap, and blood continued to gush out.

She rolled feebly on the ground several times, and finally stopped with her face upward.

Her eyes completely lost focus, and her expression was frozen in a look of madness and fear.

When Duke Negan, who was under heavy protection, saw this scene, he felt almost emotionally broken.

"Go! Get out of here!" He shouted instinctively.

To show such violent emotions in front of an apostle of desire is really to die!

  Renekton, who saw this scene through the paper man, sighed silently in his heart.

The next moment, through the sight of the little paper man, Renekton saw Duke Negan's horrified expression frozen on his face. The panic exploded in him, straight to his brain, entering his blood vessels, and covering his nerves.

There seemed to be a sound of something breaking. Duke Negan didn't hear what it was, but he felt a warmth on the back of his head.

At the same time, several members of the surrounding guards became panicked, raised their special revolvers or rifles, and fired indiscriminately into the middle.

boom! boom! boom!

  Amidst the intensive gunfire, the wind-blessed man quickly hugged Duke Negan and rolled to the ground. At the same time, pieces of invisible wind turned into sharp blades, cutting off the throats of the out-of-control guards.

One by one, the guards fell to the ground clutching their throats. At the same time, Duke Negan's body, who was thrown to the ground by the Wind Blessed to avoid bullets, twitched a few times and then completely quieted down.

A Sequence Six Beyonder lost his life due to two consecutive desire explosions.

A figure covered in pitch black liquid quietly rushed out of the attic of the villa and followed the planned route without stopping. The small paper figure on the opposite roof took off in the wind and floated into the distance.

The Desire Apostle paused as he evacuated the scene according to the planned route. A rich sea of ​​blood seemed to appear in front of his eyes. This was a malicious perception from the devil, and a very strong danger was approaching him.

The Desire Apostle, who had just completed the assassination mission, looked around with some uncertainty, hesitating whether to change his evacuation route.

He glanced at the scattered pedestrians passing by on the street and found nothing unusual.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw a small, light yellow paper man, falling with the breeze on a dead tree not far away that had withered due to the cold winter.

A chill rushed to the top of his head, and his premonition of danger was about to explode. He quickly turned around and prepared to speed up and leave here.

A flash of silver suddenly reflected in his eyes, and a man in full armor came over from the other end.

Its left shoulder sloped down, stained with coagulated blood, exuding a strange beauty. Every step it took made the ground around it shake slightly.

As soon as he saw this blood-stained silver armor, the desire apostle felt short of breath, as if he had encountered the most terrifying natural enemy.

So fast? That paper man just locked onto me and they came after me? Was that fake identity discovered so quickly?

The Desire Apostle was a little confused, but he soon regained his composure, and he began to try to sense the emotions and desires of the extraordinary person inside the blood-stained silver armor.

However, the silver armor seemed to restrain him, completely blocking his extraordinary abilities.

As an apostle of desire, what he is best at controlling desire has lost its effect.

He decisively raised his right hand and spread out his huge bat wings. Light blue flames exuding a strong smell of sulfur continued to condense around him.

A burst of silver light flashed at the tiger's mouth of his right hand, and his thumb instantly fell to the ground, leaving only a neat cut.

Before he could react, the blood-stained silver armor was waving a sharp sword. The fingers of the Desire Apostle fell off one by one, and the suitcase he was carrying hit the ground with a thud.

A flash of fear briefly appeared in his heart, and immediately the pair of huge bat wings behind his back quickly ran away in the other direction.

At the same time, the shadow on the soles of his feet shrank quietly and hid in one spot.

The Desire Apostle who had just escaped had not even taken two steps when countless silver lights burst out from his body, like a blooming firework.

The viscous liquid covering his body surface fell like raindrops, and the fractures in his forearms, arms, ribs, neck, ankles and other parts were scattered smoothly on the ground.

Bang bang! , his internal organs were scattered all over the floor, his stomach was still squirming, and his heart was still beating, as if he hadn't noticed that the body had been dismembered.

The bright red blood was the thickest, splashing around like a spreading scarlet flower.

1-42. The blood-stained silver armor is a first-level sealed object controlled by the Church of the Night. It has caused the death of more than people. It is unknown which ancient god's blood is stained on it.

Renekton, who witnessed this scene, recalled the information about this sealed artifact and let out a subtle sigh.

The little paper man hanging on the dry branch looked at the suitcase left by the Desire Apostle with some reluctance. In it was all the money the Desire Apostle had accumulated as Patrick Jason.

The next moment, the little paper man quietly lit up with a flash of bright red, and then turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

Around them, the Nighthawks and the senior deacons of the Heart of Machinery looked over at the same time, but they only saw a fading light and a wisp of ashes.

In the dark sewer, the apostle of desire who decisively abandoned his body and turned into a shadow was leaning against the stone wall and swimming quickly in a certain direction.

He wanted to use the complex environment in the sewer and some narrow and inconvenient areas to escape the pursuit of the tall and heavy blood-stained silver armor behind him.

And this shadow, every time it moves forward a certain distance, it will stop and freeze in place.

Then his dark surface continued to swell and solidify, as if he wanted to grow new flesh and blood, but due to lack of materials, he could never succeed.

The next moment, the surrounding darkness was quietly pulled apart like a curtain, revealing a quiet, boundless, clear night sky behind.

A bright white moon hangs high in the sky, with white moonlight scattered everywhere, and there are also some twinkling stars around.

This is the night sky that Renekton remembers, embodied in this magical place of isolation created through mysterious reappearance.

　The last chapter was blocked. I'm so speechless. I'll repost it when I fix it.

  (End of this chapter)

Chapter 219 Goodbye Leonard

Chapter 219 Goodbye Leonard

The foreseeable danger reappeared, but at this time the apostle of desire had fallen into a trap that had been prepared.

The dark shadow twisted, and panic spread crazily on him.

As the apostle of desire, he quickly adjusted his emotions and tried to find the ambusher hiding in the secret through his own perception of emotions and desires.

The next moment, stars emerged one after another around them, densely packed and dazzling.

These stars shed rays of light one after another, and merged into a magnificent giant pillar of light, shrouding the remaining shadow of the Desire Apostle.

The dark shadow gradually began to be dissolved by the starlight, collapsing and dissipating.

The dark shadow without physical support could not effectively resist the erosion of starlight and dissolved quickly.

The next moment, the shadow suddenly dispersed and turned into a dark liquid, flowing in all directions.

"Innocent." Renekton didn't care about the shadows that ran out of the starlight. He gently raised his hand and silently said: "Sun!"

A ball of intense but non-irritating golden light appeared in Renekton's hand, and then, the light flowed around like water waves.

As soon as the scattered pitch black liquid came into contact, it let out an instinctive scream, and the "body" emitted green smoke, and finally evaporated and disappeared.

In the end, only an unusually thin black shadow was left, and Renekton slowly approached.

"Pa!" Rubbing his fingers at the same time, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air on the black shadow. These flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun.

The black shadow twisted crazily on the ground, shouting.

He couldn't hold on for two seconds before he completely lost his life and lay motionless on the ground, leaving only a thin, seemingly thicknessless shadow remaining.

The surrounding clear night sky fell like a curtain, restoring the darkness and smell in the sewer.

Then, Renekton saw a floating figure standing not far away, seemingly looking for something. The figure was wearing a black crown, and behind him was a cloak of the same color.

"Are you looking for him?" Renekton and Klein's spirit bodies looked at each other, then pointed to the position under their feet and said.

While speaking, Renekton rubbed his fingers, creating several golden illusory flames around him, illuminating the dark environment in the sewer.

Klein followed Renekton's gaze and saw the thin shadow at his feet.

"Is this the Apostle of Desire?" Klein looked at Renekton in confusion.

"He has the talent of shadow transformation. He can abandon his body and leave only his shadow. As long as he has enough materials, the shadow can also grow flesh and blood again."

Renekton nodded slightly and explained the reason why the desire apostle became like this.

Then he took out a black glass bottle from his coat pocket, and poured out a strange spirit from it, which disappeared into the shadow of the ground.

The shadow left by the Desire Apostle trembled slightly for a while, and then began to fluoresce a little.

Looking at the other party's skillful movements, Klein suspected that he came here just for the extraordinary characteristics of this apostle of desire.

Suddenly, there was a slight vibration on the ground.

Renekton and Klein looked to the other side at the same time. A tall and heavy piece of silver armor flew over, and the diagonal lower part of its left shoulder was stained with a large amount of coagulated blood.

"Sealed Artifact 1-42" Klein explained in a deep voice.

Renekton nodded slightly and reminded the other party:

  "You go first."

"I can take this thin shadow away with my spiritual body posture." Klein did not leave in a hurry, but instead mused.

"The characteristics he is releasing will affect you as a spirit body. You can just take away the remaining spirit and use it for channeling."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and spread out his spirituality. He grabbed the spirit that was floating around and belonged to the Desire Apostle into his hand and handed it to Klein.

Klein nodded slightly, then without hesitation wrapped the spirit belonging to the Desire Apostle handed over by Renekton and ended the summons directly.

The next moment, Leonard, who was wearing blood-stained silver armor, saw the figure beside Renekton wearing a black crown and a cloak of the same color disappear suddenly, leaving no trace.

He squinted his eyes slightly, looked around carefully for a moment, and finally laid his eyes on Renekton.

"Clear clues and destroy evidence? You are very brave!"

He said something in a low voice, and his aggressive gaze locked on Renekton, who was waiting for the characteristics to be released.

"Ha" Renekton chuckled nonchalantly:

  "Long time no see. It seems that you have become the Red Glove of the Church of the Night." "By the way, which ancient god does the blood on your armor come from?"

Most of Leonard's aura instantly dissipated, and he asked with some confusion:

"How did you recognize me?"

"Stupid. He might have just guessed, but now he can definitely confirm it."

Pales's voice sounded like he hated iron, and then he said again:

  "Ask him when the demigod in bad condition he mentioned will appear. The price of deceiving an angel is something that even the Beloved of Knowledge cannot bear."

Pales did not hide his voice in the last sentence, and Renekton heard it directly. In other words, he originally said it directly to Renekton.

After a moment of silence, Renekton himself didn't know when the thief demigod parasitized the mouse. He could only make inferences based on what he knew:

  "Around January to March next year."

"It's best this way." Pales's old voice sounded again from inside the silver armor.

Renekton immediately made a guarantee:

  "After I am promoted to prophet, I will help you make a prediction."

"Which ancient god does the blood stain on this silver armor belong to?"

Leonard also asked the old man parasitizing in his body in a low voice with curiosity.

Pales said to Leonard angrily:

  "Ancestor of the Phoenix, Gregory, didn't you find that this armor is very restrained against the extraordinary ability of the Desire Apostle?"

"This must be an effect that can only be achieved by the blood of an ancient god who has authority similar to the tranquility of the night."

"I don't know what the ancient gods' authority is. There is no record of this in the files I have read!"

Leonard retorted on his behalf.

Only he could hear what the old man said just now, so he explained to Renekton:

  "The old man said it was the blood of the ancestor of the phoenix, Gregory."

Renekton nodded slightly, suddenly thinking that if the crow at home, which was only part of the phoenix blood, was given a drop of the blood of the ancestor of the phoenix, would it directly transform into a real phoenix, or would Gray Carrie be resurrected from it?

Resurrection should be impossible. After all, the second God of Death has already appeared, and the mark belonging to Gray Carrie on this path should have been almost worn away.

Reminded by the old man in his body, Leonard withdrew his thoughts and asked again:

"Why are you here! To clear up clues? Or to destroy evidence?"

"Of course it's because of the characteristics of the Apostle of Desire. Otherwise, how can I interact with an extraordinary person of the demonic path?"

"That's not necessarily true." Leonard didn't really believe Renekton's words.

Renekton waved his hand nonchalantly and said:

  "If you want to know the information behind this desire apostle, I can tell you after I know the results of the channeling."

As he spoke, Renekton bent down naturally and picked up the characteristics of the remaining shadow of the Desire Apostle.

The characteristics of the Desire Apostle are like black mist, which seems to hide all human emotions and desires.

Leonard's eyes also fell on the black mist-like properties in Renekton's hand, and he said with a steady gaze:

"Why don't you hand over the remaining spirit of his and tell you after I know the results of the channeling?"

"Because his spirit is not in your hands, and the armor you are wearing is reaching its limit."

Renekton chuckled.

As he spoke, his figure quickly faded and disappeared.

After Renekton disappeared, the shadows that he silently controlled with his bone staff fell like a tide. Only then did the shielded Red Glove members notice Leonard here, quickly rushed over, and helped him take off his clothes. The silver armor on his body.

After returning to Minsk Street, Renekton directly studied the characteristics of the Desire Apostle. He had always been curious about the Desire Apostle's ability to manipulate emotions and desires.

As for whether the Nighthawks would find out about his time in the sewers waiting for his characteristics to develop, or whether his chat with Leonard would be known to him, Renekton wasn't worried at all.

At that time, he still had the secretive effect given by the Hidden Sage. When Leonard recalled, he would only find that his memory at that time was blurry, and he could only remember a few unimpressive words between himself and a vague person.

However, with Palles here, it is easy to help Leonard recall this memory, but this is enough to cope with the Nighthawks' screening of Leonard.

Just make sure you don't get on the wanted list of the Church of the Night.

After all, the goddess's record is frightening.

  (End of this chapter)

Chapter 220 Arrodes with 2 faces

Chapter 220 Arrodes with Two Faces

At night, Renekton had just finished his dinner and was ready to continue studying the characteristics of the Desire Apostle.

Boom! Two short knocks on the door sounded in succession.

The door creaked open automatically, and Klein took off the half-high silk hat he was wearing and walked in.

"I thought you would choose to come to me again tomorrow?"

While talking, Renekton had already picked up two cups of coffee and walked to the sofa in the living room.

Klein smiled politely and said:

"Before, I had a protector of the Heart of Machinery by my side. I need to pay attention to my own behavior, in line with the personality of a detective."

"It's already night, are you still drinking coffee? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night?"

"For extraordinary people, wanting to sleep is a very simple problem. Moreover, I have just obtained the characteristics of the Desire Apostle, and I will most likely not be in the mood to sleep until I have achieved certain results in research."

While he was talking, Renekton was already sitting on the sofa, casually pushing another cup of coffee in front of Klein.

Klein glanced at the coffee on the coffee table and shook his head slightly to refuse it for the sake of his sleep quality at night.

I organized the language a little and said:

  "I have completed the channeling of the desire apostle, Patrick Jason Beria. He is a member of the demon family. He joined a very ancient secret organization, where he received an order to assassinate Duke Negan. Task."

"The reward is a card of blasphemy, the card of the abyss!"

"That ancient organization is called Dusk."

"Ahem!" Renekton coughed lightly, interrupting the other party's narration, and then explained to the confused Klein:

  "Don't say this name casually to the outside world, it will be noticed."

"." After being briefly shocked, Klein muttered with a somewhat annoyed expression:

  "If I tell Miss Justice the name of this organization, will she be in danger?"

Are you moving so fast?

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Klein, then thought for a moment and said:

  "As long as it is not mentioned frequently, or the status is special, the danger is not there, and that person is not an evil god. At most, it is just a glance. Maybe at some point, Miss Justice will become part of the other party's plan."

"Is this opponent a high-sequence extraordinary person from the audience path?" Klein's brows gradually furrowed. The other party's description reminded him of the high-sequence ability of the audience path.

Renekton nodded slightly and said:

"It should be said that he is currently the one with the strongest audience access. Frequently mentioning him and his Red Death Mansion Group will attract attention, easily expose some key information, and inadvertently become a part of the opponent's script. member."

"Sunset Red Death House Group. This nickname that Qian picked up is quite unique. Can this be done to avoid being noticed by the other party?"

Klein controlled the twitching corners of his mouth and sighed softly.

"If you associate this nickname with yourself in your mind, you will definitely be aware of it. I have made certain psychological hints to myself. To me, this is just an unfixed direction like "someone" or "there" vocabulary."

"I see." Klein nodded clearly, and then said:

  "My appearance as the Rogue Black Emperor at the place where Jason Belial was killed by you seems to have caused some associations among the people of the three major churches. This allowed me to finish digesting the magician's potion in my body."

"Congratulations." Renekton suppressed his surprised expression and congratulated.

This progress is not unusually fast. In less than half a year, we will soon be the Faceless Man of Sequence Six.

Because of the successful digestion of the potion, Klein's mood was obviously higher:

  "There are still some auxiliary materials needed, but they are just relatively common materials and will be collected soon."

"There should be a huge bounty, right? The people from the church arrived too quickly. You should have warned them in a subtle way."

Recalling that because the Church of the Night arrived too quickly with 1-42, he had no chance to take away the suitcase brought by Jason Belial, Renekton shook his head helplessly.

That was all the property that Jason Beria had accumulated over the years in Backlund, at least fifty or sixty thousand pounds.

Klein nodded lightly and said in a pleasant voice: "Yes, I got 1000 pounds!"

The underground area of ​​the Steam Church.

A group of members of the Mechanical Heart team were looking at an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns. There were black gems decorated as "eyes" on both sides of the mirror.

A member of the Heart of Machinery team glanced at the magic mirror Arrodes, who was well-known in the church, and asked curiously:

  "Deacon, if you ask the magic mirror some unsolved problems or classic paradoxes, will it give the correct answer?"

"It will reject it directly, or give you a lightning bolt, or make you suffer a curse that you absolutely don't want to face."

"It is a living sealed object, and it has extremely high intelligence. You cannot look at it like a rigid object."

Ikonse replied with a sigh.

After answering the team members' questions, he clenched his fists and calmed down his nervousness before stretching out his fingers and touching the surface of the silver mirror three times.

A layer of subtle mist spread on the surface of the silver mirror. Ikonse took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Dear Arrods, my question is, who was the one who ordered the apostle of desire to assassinate Duke Negan? Or Which force are you talking about?"

The magic mirror Arrodes was silent for a moment without showing any picture. After a while, the water light began to float, outlining a dusk scene.

"What does this mean?" Looking at me and you, the members of the Mechanical Heart team couldn't understand the meaning of the picture presented by the magic mirror.

"Twilight is a symbol of the end of life. Will it be a sect that believes in the God of Death? Or a lunatic who believes in the end of the world?"

"I think it's the latter."

The team members discussed among themselves, but in the end they did not come to a definite conclusion.

Ikonse, who asked the question just now, did not pay attention to the discussion of his team members. At this moment, his face was already red, and he even felt like smoke was coming from the top of his head.

Because the magic mirror Arrodes asked its question:

  "What's your favorite color of underwear?"

Ikanser struggled to spit out one word:

  "Red"

The room suddenly became unusually quiet, and everyone looked at the corner of the room as if nothing had happened.

Ikanser grabbed his fluffy hair, suppressed the rising sense of shame in his heart, and asked his second question:

  "Dear Arrods, my second question is, who is the person who killed the Apostle of Desire?"

The picture of Magic Mirror Arrodes suddenly got stuck, and no new picture appeared in the floating water. A short while ago, a blurry dark scene appeared, and only a person standing vaguely could be seen. in the darkness.

The picture disappeared quickly. Without Ikanser's time to think, Arrods emerged with crimson words one after another as if he was angry:

  "It's my turn to ask a question!"

"Every time you solve a problem with your hands, who is the person in your mind?"

The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

"I choose punishment." Ikonse said through gritted teeth, his face turning white and red.

The next moment, silver lightning flashed for a moment, as if Arrodes had been waiting for the opportunity to attack him.

Ikanser sat on the chair behind him feeling dizzy with his head that was charred and smelled of charcoal.

A team member said somewhat unbearably:

"Deacon, let me answer the next question."

".Try not to enter the punishment phase." Ikanser nodded slightly and said in a weak tone.

The volunteered member of the Heart of Machinery imitated Ikanser's movements very confidently and stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times.

"Dear Arrods, my question is, who are the collaborators of the Apostle of Desire?"

The silver mirror's expression showed the back of a woman with an excellent figure.

Then, it was replaced by a person who was so vague that he could only barely tell that he was a man based on his clothing.

The scene ended quickly, and bloody words were quickly outlined on the surface of the silver mirror:

  "You do it with your hands every day?"

The team member who asked the question froze in place, feeling that his ears were quickly getting hot.

".Yes." He replied very quietly.

In the bathroom on the second floor of No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein watched with confusion as lines of bright red words appeared on the mirror in front of him:

"Oh! My great master, your humble and faithful servant Arrodes, has finally found you!"

"Please forgive my presumption, my body is still under the supervision of the Church of Steam, and I can only come to meet the great master in this way!"

"Great, Supreme Master, may I follow in your footsteps!!!"

Klein was silent. He had already thought of the Sealed Artifact 2-111 called the Magic Mirror of the Church of Steam.

When I came into contact with the mirror, I did have some different reactions. But was this really the magic mirror? The difference between before and after is too big!

"2-111?" Klein asked hesitantly.

"Yes, Master, you can also call me Arrods. I can answer any questions you ask. As long as they don't involve the true God and secrets, I can answer them without restriction."

"May I, my great and supreme master?"

Is this its rule? When you ask a question, you have to ask the other party to answer a question. But this is too different from how you treat members of the Heart of Machinery. Does this magic mirror have two faces? .If Deacon Ikanser saw this scene, would he faint in the toilet crying?

(End of this chapter)