Audrey, who had already agreed on an emergency contact method with Xio and Fors, quickly passed on Mr. Fool's tip to the two ladies through her golden retriever Susie, as if she had learned it from another channel.

In a corner of an old church, Hugh unfolded the paper while thinking about how to confirm Lanevus's identity, how to create chaos, and how to seize the opportunity to avenge Williams.

...No need to confirm, that's Lanevus? Xio's eyes widened suddenly, and he quickly scanned the following content, only to see that it was clearly written on the paper:

"We can only inform the Church of the Goddess of Night."

"Remind them that Lanevus possesses the divinity of the 'True Creator'."

"Divinity? The divinity of the 'True Creator'?" Xio blurted out, and looked in astonishment at the big golden retriever in front of him who was responsible for delivering the letter, and found that the other party also had a confused look on his face.

"What?" As Fors listened, she suddenly felt something was wrong. She quickly grabbed the paper and read it quickly.

After a while, she pursed her lips, not knowing whether to laugh or be angry and said:

"This...is this a joke?"

"How did we get involved in the incident involving the evil god and divinity?"

It's just a matter of catching a cunning £200 scammer!

In response to Fors's question, Susie could only use an innocent look to express that she was just a dog and didn't know what was going on.

Fors did not expect a dog to answer her questions. She turned her head and said to Xio:

"I'm afraid Miss Audrey is not as innocent and simple as we thought. She has many secrets."

"This may be a game between the nobility, the church, and the evil cult."

"However, it is obvious that she did not know about divinity before, and she was also used by someone. Hmm... the person who used her might be her father, Earl Hall."

"Fortunately, the matter has come to an end. You don't have to take any more risks. After you report it to someone, you can collect the reward with peace of mind."

Xiu was stunned and said:

"yes……"

"I hope, I hope the Nighthawks can help Williams get revenge. They are so powerful, they can definitely do it, definitely can..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head and looked to the side, as if talking to herself:

"I'm still too weak."

"Too weak..."

Xio raised his hands suddenly and covered his mouth and nose.

…………

I am still too weak... Otherwise I would choose to take revenge myself, but now I can only settle for the next best thing... Not to mention the "giants" around Lanevus and those hidden helpers, I should not be able to deal with him who has obtained the "divinity"... As long as the intelligence is received, with the reaction speed of the Night Watchers, they should take action tonight. The Backlund Diocese is the second only to the church headquarters. There are many sealed objects and many powerful people. There is no need to wait for additional helpers... After explaining the matter, Klein returned to the real world, put on some beard, changed his hairstyle, and stared at the mirror for several minutes.

He felt a little expectant, a little excited, but also a little melancholy and powerless.

Before evening, he left the Krag Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he went to the grocery market and randomly found a very busy stall with good business. He bought a few masks, including one of the clown.

He decided to watch the capture of Lanevus tonight!

He wanted to see with his own eyes that the other party paid the price for his previous madness!

Of course, with his strength, he could only watch from a very far distance and didn't even have the right to get close.

By 11 o'clock, when many people had fallen asleep, Klein changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself like he did last night. Then he put on a peaked cap, walked around a few streets, and took a rented carriage to the Backlund Bridge area.

Once there, he changed to walking and made his way to East Balam Dockyard.

The questions he asked in the interview yesterday included "Where do you live now?" and "What is the surrounding environment like?" Therefore, he knew very well that Lanevus would stay in the dormitory provided by the Dockworkers' Association at night.

However, Klein did not approach the place, but carefully avoided it, aiming for the clock tower at East Balam Dockyard.

——In Backlund, in addition to large churches that have towering iconic bell towers, many government buildings also have an additional bell tower. It doesn't have to be too tall, grand, or gorgeous, but mainly practical, such as the one at East Balam Dockyard.

Compared with the tallest three-story buildings in the surrounding area, it towers into the night like a giant, overlooking the area.

Klein easily climbed into the bell tower and quickly moved forward in the darkness along the spiraling stairs that seemed to have no end.

Finally, he arrived at his destination, which was above the huge wall clock. It was surrounded by dark yellow fences and above his head was a spire that he could reach out and touch.

Klein took a few steps forward and hid in the shadows. He determined his location and looked toward the dormitory of the dock workers' union.

It was a two-story brick-red building, and the occasional passers-by were almost black dots in Klein's eyes.

He stared for a few seconds, then stepped back and blended further into the darkness.

At the same time, he took out the newly bought mask and put it on his face.

This is a clown with upturned corners of his mouth and red paint on his nose.

Happy clown.

…………

Klein stood in the darkness wearing a clown mask, patiently waiting for the scheduled show.

This wait lasted two hours.

When the hands of the large wall clock below passed 1 o'clock, he suddenly saw something flying in the distance.

It was a huge airship with a deep black paint!

If it were not for the faint moonlight, it would be indistinguishable from the night. Unlike what is described in newspapers and magazines, it does not make the exaggerated mechanical roar. Its blades rotate quietly, and the whole thing is as quiet as a vulture that has discovered its prey but has not yet found an opportunity.

The cotton skeleton is supported by a sturdy yet lightweight alloy, with a box with machine gun muzzles, throwing ports, and cannon muzzles hanging below, giving it an intimidating look.

There was no sound... Was this a temporary solution using extraordinary means? Klein, wearing a clown mask, looked at the slowly descending airship and had some guesses in his mind.

At this moment, his biggest puzzlement was that an airship was dispatched to engage in a small-scale extraordinary battle in a densely populated area of ​​the city!

Aren't you afraid of accidentally injuring a large number of people around you? Aren't you afraid of causing panic?

Soon, the airship was suspended in the air about 10 meters high. This way, Klein didn't have to worry about being discovered, as his position was much higher than this!

Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a guess, that is, the airship would most likely not be involved in the battle, but would monitor the scene in an air control manner to provide the operators with a better perspective and prevent accidents and possible escape of the target.

At this time, three figures wearing black windbreakers quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick-red building.

The leader was not wearing a hat, had short golden-brown hair, and dark green eyes as deep as a windless and lightless lake.

The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were standing up high, and his palms were covered with a layer of blood-red gloves!

A suitcase made of silver-white metal was wrapped around his left hand via a chain of the same color.

This is none other than Creste Cecima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Night Watchers of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. He is also one of the three giants of the "Red Gloves" team and happened to be in Backlund at this time.

Sesima glanced ahead, then turned his head to the subordinate on the left and said:

"Use Sealing Artifact '1-63'."

"Yes, Lord Cecima." The night watchman half squatted down and helped Cecima untie the chain wrapped around the silver suitcase.

During the whole process, Creste Cecima's muscles were very tense, as if he was fighting against something.

The Night Watcher on the left took a silent breath and pressed down hard, causing illusory ripples to crack on the surface of the silver-white box.

The light around suddenly disappeared, as if it had all been sucked into the box. A bone sword less than one meter long emitted a moist, pure white light and slowly floated up.

Its sword blade holds an antique silver-plated mirror.

The scenes reflected in the mirror are layered one after another, constantly overlapping with no end.

The night watchman on the left picked up the mirror and pointed it at the small brick-red building.

The small building was clearly reflected inside, and nothing seemed to have changed.

Cecima exhaled slowly, stretched out her left hand, and grasped the bone sword that was less than one meter long.

The surrounding light then recovered a little.

"Let's go in." He took a step forward and approached the entrance of the red brick building.

The three night watchmen opened the door and entered the gloomy and dim house, heading straight for the stairs leading to the second floor.

At this moment, a tall but thin figure emerged from the shadow in the corner. He was wearing a black priest's suit, with light yellow curly hair and beast-like dark brown eyes.

"Are you the Sword of the Goddess?" The nearly two-meter-tall "giant" spoke in a low voice.

At the same time, his right palm clenched suddenly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The union members in the small brick-red building exploded one after another in their sleep, without even having time to scream.

Their bodies were torn into pieces, turning into sticky, rich flesh and blood. Half of them rushed towards the "giant" to be woven into cloaks that could resist spells and reduce damage, and the other half condensed into a giant blanket of long hair, covering the three night watchmen.

Crestai Cecima just watched quietly and did nothing.

Silently, the flesh and blood dissipated and collapsed, falling like raindrops, but did not stain the floor red.

In each room, figures reappeared, still sleeping soundly.

"This is the world in the mirror, a world in the mirror only for extraordinary people. The flesh and blood bombs you preset in the bodies of ordinary people are all illusions here." Cecima handed the holy bone sword to his right hand and raised it up. There was no light around.

"Hmph!" The "giant" suddenly grabbed the left shoulder with his right palm, tore off the entire arm, and threw it forward with bones and blood!

Boom!

His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a bloody rain that splashed onto the three Night Watchmen.

At the same time, the flesh and blood at the broken part of his left shoulder began to wriggle wildly, and a new arm slowly grew out, a bloody arm without skin for the time being.

Bang bang bang!

Sizzle!

The blood-red raindrops accurately avoided Cecima and the others, fell on the ground, and quickly corroded deep and black marks.

But no matter how hard they tried, they were always just a hair's breadth away from the three Night Watchers, as if it was destined.

"My enemies are always unlucky." Cecima raised the corner of her mouth slightly, slipped her feet, and instantly appeared in front of the "giant".

The "giant"'s eyes fixed, and his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into sticky flesh and blood, and quickly seeped into the floor.

Sesima knelt on one knee and thrust the holy bone sword in her hand into the ground.

"No!"

In the thick darkness, a roar filled with pain and fear suddenly erupted, and was immediately swallowed up by peace and tranquility.

Sesima stood up straight, drew out the bone sword, and saw a drop of dark red blood slowly falling from its tip. On the floor, flesh and blood oozed out and solidified into a desperate face. It was the "giant" with a slightly drooping mouth.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Three shadows appeared around Cecima in succession, but they all fell down inexplicably and were forcibly dragged down by numerous invisible objects!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Another Night Watcher fired, and the silver-white bullet seemed to be engraved with the Holy Symbol of Night.

The three attackers who had been hiding in the shadows and trying to assassinate him revealed themselves, twitching and losing their breath.

"'Rose Bishop', 'Monk'... people from the Aurora Society." Cecima frowned and spoke in a low voice without turning to her companions, "This matter is a little strange. You have to be careful."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the sound of footsteps, the sound of footsteps returning to peace and silence.

Soon, he saw Lanevus, wearing a linen shirt and with a sharp face, walking down the dim stairs. His expression was indifferent and calm, without a trace of fear.

"I'm confused. To the Aurora Society, you should be a blasphemer. Why would they send people to protect you?" Cecima asked casually, as if she didn't notice anything unusual.

Lanevus showed his signature mocking smile and said:

“It’s very simple.”

"Because I am no longer pure Lanevus."

He paused, his eyes suddenly turned cold:

"I am now even more of a 'True Creator'!"

He suddenly pulled open his linen shirt, revealing the dark red flesh between his chest and abdomen where there was no skin.

All this flesh and blood connected together formed an upside-down human figure!

With a loud bang, the void around shattered like glass, and all the scenes collapsed.

This is the breath of the gods.

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