They freed me, and I was so weak that I felt like I was sick, and I walked in the direction of home.

I know that the Archon's position is still secure, which means that my career is over, and that he will always remember it and quietly kill me when I am forgotten by the world. I can't tell Lamia, or she'll suffer too and I'll have to alienate my wife.

Someone is in my house, but Lamia is not.

It was an arbiter, the guards who guarded the door of the black coffin, dressed in majestic armor, and the faint light shone on him, and he seemed no longer holy and kind, but terrible and abominable.

Lamia said that he was armed to the teeth, and although he was mortal, he was better than the elite of the Blood Clan.

He asked, "Where are your wife, Lamia, and your brother-in-law, Salvador?" ”

I exclaimed, "Did Missouri send you?" ”

He stepped forward and said, "I should ask you, you must answer, or I have the right to execute you!" ”

Another arbiter came down from the attic and blocked me from both sides.

I looked at them, my vision narrowed and blurred, everything in the distance was hard to see, but every detail of them was discerning. I said, "Give them back to me." ”

My voice was low and unfamiliar.

One of the arbiters raised his rifle, which undoubtedly contained Excalibur rounds, and said, "The Archon has mercy on you, but if you do not cooperate obediently, your life will end here." ”

In an instant, I rushed at him, and the spear in my hand was shaking, and he raised the gun and fired it, but I kept running diagonally, and this deceived him, and I stabbed him in the throat, but I could not pierce his armor, and there was not a single gap in his body.

Mjonir was taken away by them, otherwise the strong current would have made him suffer.

The other arbiter opened fire, and I ducked behind the furniture, which fell apart. The first arbiter took aim again, but my shadow knocked his gun away.

They shouted, "You have made a big mistake! Longinus! ”

I replied, "The biggest mistake I made was not killing Missouri sooner!" ”

The arbiter with the gun fired again, and I went out to Sakura, flying up the wall, and his whereabouts were uncertain, and he still missed. Then, I stabbed the Blade, which had a metal shield on his left arm, blocking it.

At this moment, the gunless arbiter drew a two-handed sword and slashed at me, and I jumped into the attic, and his sword swept the cupboards and tables to pieces.

I thought to myself, "Damn! Damn it! Damn it! I want your lives! I want my life in Missouri! ”

My heart was beating faster and my head was buzzing like a beehive, but with rage, a tremendous amount of force poured into my limbs. The blood of Vasilissa, the cherry blossoms of Helsin, the power of the glorious hand, and the will contained in my shadow merged in the palm of my hand in an instant.

The gunless arbiter broke another pillar, the attic began to crumble, and I got out of the hole, and with a single shot, the arbiter's armor shattered, and flesh splattered, and he smashed through the back wall and fell to the ground.

The gun-wielding arbiter exclaimed, "What the fuck is this? ”

I was exhausted, but I turned to face him, and he turned on a switch on his body, and I saw a cannon hole in his chest, and his armor was like a small tank, full of guns.

Suddenly, a fist pierced the arbiter, and sparks erupted from his armor, falling forward, bleeding all over the ground.

A masked man dressed in black said, "That trick was wonderful. ”

He is Le Gang.

I thought it should be named, and replied, "It's called 'Killing God.'" ”

Instead of complimenting me on my genius, Legang threw me a Ranger uniform with a hood over my face, and said, "Come quickly, come with me." ”

We took the elevator up to the thirteenth floor of the slum, and came to the masked hut, where Lamia, Salvador, Waste Clock, and Solace were all in it, and they greeted me with concern, and Lamia hugged me and said, "Honey, I probably know, whatever happens, I will share it with you." ”

I hugged my head and sighed, "I screwed up, I completely screwed up, guys, I'm so sorry." ”

The Waste Bell replied, "It's nothing, you are my benefactor." Solace also said: "We have long been our relatives, and we can sacrifice everything for you at any time." ”

I hugged the Waste Clock, and then I hugged Soles. Salvador was the last to greet me, and he was still a little distracted, but I didn't have to worry about him becoming a two-five-boy boy, and he and I were now grasshoppers on the same rope.

The mask curled up in a corner, burst into tears, and said, "Why did you take my home? Don't you think I'm poor enough? If you want to take away my shelter, you might as well take away my purity..."

He stared at Soles and Lamia as he spoke, and the bastard thought beautifully.

Le Gang said: "I will send someone to take the lead and bring your family and subordinates here. ”

I asked, "How do you know where the mask lives?" ”

Le Gang said: "I want to talk to you alone. ”

We walked across a wooden bridge between the floors to an uninhabited roof, and from here the entire floor was even more filthy.

I figured it out a bit, and I said, "You deliberately transferred me to... The police department's? You also told the mask to come to me? ”

"I know that the time of the consul's baptism is coming," said Lesteel, "and I will guide you to see through the sins of the consuls, even without a mask. ”

At this point, I was surprisingly calm, and I didn't hate him for cornering me, and I said, "Tell me the truth, why did you do this?" ”

"At the Panamericana Pyramid, you have seen my memories and should understand why I hate Missouri Tiado," Legang said. ”

I said, "He killed your brother!" ”

"Not only that," said Lesteel, "but Missouri killed him and drained his blood, and he thought I was useful, so he spared my life." Unwilling to protect my brother, who offended the great blood of the locality, Missouri executed him with his own hands and devoured his blood and soul, leaving my brother doomed. ”

He turned his head, his eyes twinkling like wolfdogs, and he said, "He thought I was loyal, and he thought I hadn't discovered the truth, but the seeds of hatred had been planted in those years. My brother and I are from the Mongolian steppe in the East, I am a mixed race, he is Mongolian, we are Anda, we are relatives and friends of the same blood and soul, although we are not the same father and mother, but the family is better than everything in the world. That's when I decided to kill Missouri Tiado. ”

I said, "Why did you wait until today?" No matter how powerful the Bloodclan must sleep during the day, as long as you know where he is hiding, send your servants to do it. ”

"Missouri knows this better than I do," Lesteel said, "for hundreds of years he has controlled the mighty of the human race, sleeping in the deepest and tightest citadels, almost never spending the night out, and even if he had, he could not grasp his whereabouts." And his suspicion is very high, and I cannot reveal the slightest disloyalty to him, the slightest attempt at rebellion. He's one of the strongest bloodlines in existence that I know, and he holds the lifeblood of the Black Coffin, and I must wait until I can kill him in one fell swoop. ”

I asked, "So you pulled me?" As you can see, if it weren't for you, I might not have been able to kill those two arbiters, and if we really had to face Missouri, and Missouri was as strong as you thought, we still wouldn't have a chance of winning. ”

"I've heard that you've defeated a strong enemy who Vasilissa was helpless," said Legon, "so I think you're hiding it. ”

I was dumbfounded, trying to tell him that it was my own bragging, but I didn't know how to phrase it.

Le Gang smiled: "Don't worry, I also considered the possibility that you are not worthy of your name." On that trip to the Pan-American Pyramid, all the conditions I could have dreamed of had been gathered, and you were an indispensable part, but I did not ask you to kill him head-on. But before I tell you my plan, I must be sure that you still have a noble and sacrificial spirit in your heart that can stand up for the weak and the unjust. ”

I said, "So, that.... The police station, those kidnapping cases, are they all to test me? You knew Missouri's secrets from the beginning? ”

"It took me a long time to find out this dark mystery and to know the nature of Missouri," Legang said.

Hundreds of years ago, Missouri was shipwrecked on a ship on an expedition to the American continent, and sent the coffins of all the Bloods who were traveling with him on the ship to a distant beach, and when he woke up, he was extremely hungry and could not find mortals to suck blood, so he sucked the blood of his fellow citizens and killed them one by one. And he kept it a secret from anyone.

But since then, he has been addicted to it, and human blood alone is no longer enough for him, and he must get food from his own people.

He quietly created heirs among the Indians, and when they reached a certain age, Missouri killed them and fed on their blood. When he settled in the colony, he chose the right people from among the colonists—people who had no one to rely on, and turned them into blood clans to feed themselves.

Little by little, the act of 'eating relatives' became a heavy burden on Missouri's heart, and he was afraid of being discovered by the rest of the Bloodline, and at the same time, his guilt grew by the day. He began to embrace Christianity, an ancient religion, and longed to alleviate his guilt by confessing to the priest.

He became the director of the Charon Company, the richest man among mankind, the driving force behind the United States, and the 'noble elder' of the respected blood clan. He had to put more effort into covering up his vices, and as order was established, he could no longer vent his desires as he pleased.

His addiction grew worse and more unreasonable, until he founded a branch of Christianity among the Bloods, seducing the poor and weak of the Bloods of the Older Ages, and for him, these baptized people.... The blood of these faithful bloods is both delicious and cleanses him from his sins. The Weak Bloods did not know that their faith would lead to ruin, and they did think that they had found a home and a home, which made them even more miserable and Missouri even more unforgivable.

But Missouri knew that these Bloods were worthless, and he would not have any psychological burden to kill them. As you have seen, these 'weak-blooded people' are hardly any stronger than humans, and now in the black coffin, Missouri feeds these weak-blooded people with slaves bought cheaply in the wild, baptizes the weak-blooded with some pure humans, and then uses these weak-blooded people to satisfy his ugly and twisted appetite.

That's the story behind the slaughterhouse, that's what Missouri has to cover up for the weak-blooded man's motives, and he can't tolerate being found out he's a kin-eater. Perhaps even if he were exposed, the rest of the elders would not have taken a damn about him, but Missouri's spiritual cleanliness and self-worship urged him to erase all evidence. ”