As night falls, the lights of Dallas are already lit up, and colorful neon advertising lights are constantly flashing.

On a huge advertising screen outside the building, stars from the United States of Adolia take turns to appear in various advertisements promoting various luxury items.

After eating a burger king at a fast-food restaurant, Kagbo hurried back to the rented house.

He couldn't wait to find out who he was, and he hadn't had a new source of power for a long time since the last time he was accidentally discovered by the old gods.

Originally, Kagbo just wanted to get acquainted with a few high-ranking people in the Anning Hall, and then let them do a little favor with his own strength, but he didn't expect to have other discoveries and gains in the hall.

What a bonus!

He stepped into Lockebay Street in a good mood, rejected the nightingales who came up to sell him, and walked quickly to his newly rented apartment.

"It's a bit of a shame. ”

Kagbo naturally muttered to himself, rubbing his palms by the way, slightly missing the touch below, it was really elastic!

There was a nightingale just now who was actually very much to his taste, but unfortunately he still had something important to do tonight, so he could only say goodbye to her, hoping to meet her on this street later, and spend a wonderful night together.

He was nostalgic as he quickly walked to a dilapidated apartment.

The apartment looks like it was in the late eighties and looks like it's been around for years. The mottled walls outside the apartment are covered with green and yellow creepers, and most of the floors are densely covered with them, except for a few gaps in the wooden windows.

Kagbo took out the key, and it took him a long time to open the old lock, and he walked in with a muttering face.

"Damn, I've had enough of this shitty apartment. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll have to get a new house, blame these damn bastards, if it weren't for them I would have lived in such a rotten house, I should be enjoying wine and babes on the island of Vilsa right now. ”

Shortly after he walked through the door, he was in a corner of a dumpster on Lockbay Street.

A thin-looking man with thick bags under his eyes raised his head slightly, curled up in a ball and squatted on the ground like an addict, not attracting anyone's attention at all.

Even Kagbo, who had just walked past him, didn't pay much attention to him, after all, in the United States of Adolia, there were countless people like him squatting in the corner and taking drugs, everyone had long been accustomed to their presence, and no one would pay much attention to them.

Out of the corner of his eye, the addict watched as Kagbo walked into the apartment, and it took him a moment before he stood up and stomped his foot, regaining consciousness in his already numb lower limbs.

As he walked out, he took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"The target has been found and confirmed, and I will send you the address later, please transfer the remaining money into my account, happy cooperation. ”

"One more task, well done, Starkya. The man stretched, pulled out the calling card from his mobile phone, took out a small nail clipper and quickly cut it into small pieces, threw it directly into the sewer on the side of the road, and then strode away.

As for the consequences of the targets he has been tracking for months, it has nothing to do with him.

He's just a private detective, a well-informed hound, just responsible for finding the people they're looking for for all sorts of customers. Nothing else has anything to do with him.

In a dilapidated apartment, in a room on the second floor.

Kagbo dragged a huge box from the corner next to the bed and pulled it straight into the worn-out carpeted living room.

He quickly closed the thick curtains and moved all the coffee tables and chairs in the center of the living room to the side, clearing a small open space.

The box was quickly opened, and a large number of bizarre props were neatly arranged in the box.

Kagbo took out a bottle of dark silver solution from the box and carefully drew an inverted pentagram of the cleared space.

In the node of the inverted pentagram, seven purple gems the size of peanuts were placed in one after another, and the dull silver liquid like mercury soon completely engulfed the gems placed in it.

Thirteen miserable white candles were lit in every corner of the room in a specific direction, and the miserable green candle flame reflected the whole room like a ghost.

Dozens of strangely shaped coat of arms were placed in front of him one after another, and if a historian or heraldic scholar were here, they would easily recognize them as the emblems of gods that had appeared in history.

After doing this, Kagbo solemnly took out a sealed box from the box, and then opened it carefully.

In the box, a thorn-wound reverse cross sits flat on bright red velvet.

The reverse cross glows with a faint divine light, full of holiness, and one can't help but want to worship it.

It's just that the evil black light that flashes from time to time on the thorns that entangles outside destroys the sacredness of the cross.

Kagbo stared at the cross and let out a long sigh of relief, and after a few moments, he carefully took out the reverse cross, held it respectfully in his palm, and walked into the center of the inverted pentagram.

He lowered his head slightly, placed the reverse cross in his hand on his forehead, and kept chanting in a low voice.

A strange and unique language continued to flow from his mouth, and the inverted pentagram vibrated in the sound of incantations, and countless tiny and winding runes continued to stretch out from it, and then climbed onto him and spread upward.

As if he didn't feel all this, Kagbo continued to whisper.

Between the flickering candlelight, the whole room seemed to become a different dimension, and countless small words continued to sound in it. There is infinite blasphemy between the sacred, full of strange contradictions.

At this moment, Kaburg had entered deep meditation according to the meditation method taught by the Hospice Retreat, and a mirror that could not be described in words suddenly appeared in his consciousness.

Under the light of the light and cold mirror, the endless sense of tranquility and calm constantly infected his mind, making him let go of all his anxieties and troubles, and the whole person seemed to get a kind of sublimation of life and great peace, which made people want to indulge in it forever.

It's just that Kaburg didn't have any intention of joining it, but stared at the vast and unspeakable mirror in front of him, his expression full of endless greed and desire.

"Let me see you for what you really are, who you are the embodiment of His will. ”

In Kaburg's spirit, strange runes that were pitch-black and filthy like earthworms kept crawling out of the spirit of nothingness.

Slowly, gently, they kept approaching the vast mirror of eternity in front of them, and the runes like inverted hooks gently climbed on the edge of the mirror, slowly hooking him.

It seemed very simple to say, but in fact, it had taken nearly an hour for the filthy runes to slowly climb to the edge of the Mirror of Eternity, and Kaburg was already sweating profusely, his whole body had turned purple, and one palm-sized pattern after another kept appearing on his skin, as if it was very difficult.

However, Kaberg is not as struggling as he appears. As a blasphemous priest, he had already had several successful experiences stealing divine power from them, and he believed that this time would be as successful as several times before.

That's right, Kaberg is a blasphemous priest, a profession that is an alternative in the dark world, a profession that has been nearly completely extinct.

They despise the gods and deceive them, constantly stealing the power of the gods or various special beings to make themselves strong.

Even, as the years passed, powerful blasphemous priests were able to steal the authority of the gods in order to step into their realm and peek into the secrets of the gods.

So, before the High Court came to this planet, blasphemous priests were the most hated profession of the old gods, they were the most blasphemous heretics, the only profession hated and hated by all the gods.

In Kaburg's spirit, the runes full of blasphemy had slowly hooked this illusory mirror, and without alarming him, the runes began to change dramatically.

The runes that were originally sinuous like living creatures slowly turned into the color of mirror light, becoming more and more similar to the mirror light emitted by the Mirror of Eternity.

Even as time went on, the difference between the two became smaller and smaller, and the runes had slowly merged into the mirror light.

Little by little, the insignificant strange power was slowly stolen along the runes and slowly merged into Kaberg's body.

"Ah!!h

Instinctively, he half-knelt down, his hands clenching the cross against his brow.

"Strength, I feel the presence of power again!"

At the same time, Angus, who was also in Dallas City, instantly opened his eyes, staring at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him with almost mirror-like pupils.

"Who is it that dares to steal the power of our lord. ”

He slammed to his feet from his seat, the light of the mirrors fluctuating between his body, becoming less and less human.

Angus gently touched the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him, calling with a reverent expression.

"Praise be to my Lord, Mirror of Eternal Immortality! Thy servant Angus calls upon thy great power, and may the eye of discernment descend upon this place, and discern all things in the world. ”

As he kept calling, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him, a glazed vertical pupil that exuded a brilliant light suddenly appeared on the mirror.

The world in Angus's eyes changed dramatically in an instant, everything in the world seemed to be reflected in it, and countless lights and shadows flashed quickly in the huge vertical pupils.

A few minutes later, the light and shadow froze on one picture, and Angus looked at the scene expressionlessly, and said coldly.

"Found you, blasphemous sinner!"