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After receiving Klein's unpredictable response, Audrey, who had already agreed on an emergency contact with Hugh and Forth, quickly relayed Mr. "Fool's" prompt to the two ladies through Susie, the golden retriever, as information she had obtained from another source.

In the corner of an old church, Hugh unfolded a paper ball as he pondered how to confirm the identity of Laneus, how to create chaos, and seize the opportunity to avenge Williams. …… No need to confirm, that's Lanrius? Hugh's eyes widened, and he hurriedly swept over the next content, only to see that it was clearly written on the paper:

"It can only be reported to the Church of the Night Goddess. Remind them that there is a divinity of the 'true creator' in Lanrius. ”

'Divinity?' The true Creator's divinity? ”

Hugh blurted out, looked at the big golden retriever in front of him who was in charge of delivering the letter, and found that the other party was also confused.

"What?" As he listened, Furth suddenly felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly took the paper in his hand and read it quickly.

After a moment, she pursed her lips and said in a way that she didn't know whether to laugh or be angry, "This ...... Is this a joke? How did we get involved in the events of the gods and divinity? ”

It's just a £200 swindler!

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The demons, who had no contract spirit, fled as soon as they learned that someone was hunting the tainted, and the special sense of the demonic path helped them to be acutely aware of the impending crisis.

Lanrius's hand trembled slightly.

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I'm still too weak...... Otherwise, I would have chosen to take revenge with my own hands, but for now I can only settle for the next best thing...... Not to mention the helpers hidden by Lanerus's side, I shouldn't be able to deal with him just because he has obtained the "divinity"...... As long as the information is received, with the reaction speed of the night watcher, he should be able to do it tonight, the Bakerland Diocese is second only to the church headquarters, there are many strong people, there is no need to wait for additional helpers......

After explaining what happened, Crane returned to the real world, put on a mustache, changed his hairstyle, and stared in the mirror for several minutes.

He was a little excited, a little melancholy and powerless.

Before evening, he left the Kragg Club and returned to Minsk Street, where he went to the grocery market and bought several masks, including one of the clowns.

He decided to watch the round-up of Lanrius tonight!

He wants to see the other party pay for the previous madness!

Of course, with his strength, he must only be able to look far away, and he doesn't even have the right to get close.

Wait until 11 o'clock, when many people have gone into dreams. Crane changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself, then put on his cap and walked around a few blocks away, targeting the clock tower at the East Byron dockyard.

Compared to the tallest three-storey buildings in the surrounding area, it looks like a giant. Soar into the night and look down on the area. Crane easily climbed into the bell tower, and made his way through the darkness along the endless staircase that spiraled upwards. Soon, he was on top of the massive wall clock, surrounded by a dark yellow fence and a spire that he could reach overhead.

He stared at the union in the distance for a few seconds, then took a step back, blending more into the darkness as he pulled out his newly purchased mask and put it on his face.

- This is a clown with an upturned mouth and a nose painted with red oil paint.

Happy clown.

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Waiting for the show to start is a troublesome thing, because the members of the Church of the Night are mainly the "Grim Reaper" path, which is good at digging graves and being dug up, and the "Sleepless" path, which is good at invading other people's dreams and being caught by others in their dreams. Both paths are close to the darkness, so they always want to fight at night in order to maximize their abilities. Not surprisingly, this time the battle against the real creator "flesh and blood" should also be scheduled for the second half of the night, enough to wake up and watch again.

Edward put Andraard away and went home with some tea to tell the true creator about the night goddess who might come to destroy his flesh. I don't know why the Night Church was able to take the lead, and things will develop like this, which means that the intelligence network of the Aurora Society should be upgraded.

The face of the real creator is not very good-looking, but he does not take it very seriously. If they don't interfere, tonight's outcome is already doomed. In any case, this is the end of the commission. After all, it was only a part of the divine flesh and blood that was the hand of the gods, and although the loss was a pity, at most the strength recovered a little slowly, and it was not yet precious enough to go and grab it from the Night Church that came prepared. He had already come down anyway.

Judging from the final induction, there are more than 200 people left of the polluted, and these contaminated people will be dealt with by the Night Church, and they do not need to be taken care of.

Around twelve o'clock, Edward counted the time and slowly headed out for the East End. When they arrived, the Hound of the Night Church had just finished getting ready. Huge airships painted in dark black silently descended from above, quietly like vultures before hunting.

The posture is not small. Edward simply stood still, corrupted an owl into a dependent, and let it fly to its destination as his own eyes.

At this time, three figures wearing black trench coats quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick-red building. The leader wore no hat, had short-shaved blond-brown hair, and dark green eyes as deep as a windless lake. The necklines of his shirt and trench coat were held high to obscure the lower half of his face, 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 by a chain of the same color.

The holy relic of the goddess, I remember, was a bone sword...... Holding it is...... Edward recalled, and found that he didn't match his name or face. He was accustomed to doing a very quick keyword search in his mind. It was concluded that "the person who holds the artifact is the same every time", pointing specifically to Crestai Cessima.

Sequence 5 brings a holy relic, and it is indeed for the Divinity.

At the same time, the "eye" noticed that there was another snooper on the tower not far away. Without the breath of the prisoner's path, without the malice of the demonic path, not a helper. His gaze lingered for two seconds, then he looked away.

Carrying the divinity of the "True Creator" for a long time, Lanrius naturally gained some power from the way of the Hanged Man, but it could not be compared to the real potion. With his helpers nowhere to be found, he himself went into battle and tried to detonate the sleeping people around him as flesh bombs, but was easily dismantled by the seals brought by the Red Gloves with an illusion.

After a brief encounter, Crestai Cesima seized the opportunity to calmly ask, "For the Aurora Society, you are a blasphemer, why didn't you be executed on the spot when they caught you before?" ”

With his trademark mocking smile, Lanrius said, "It's easy, because I'm no longer pure Lanrius. ”

He paused, and his gaze suddenly became cold:

"I'm even more now, the 'True Creator'!"

Hearing this, Crestai Cessima's horror was shocked.

"Poof." Seeing this scene, Edward couldn't help but laugh. Then he kept the character and immediately returned to normal.

Sorry, I've had special practice and don't usually laugh, but it's so funny to dare to claim to be the true creator when you get a piece of meat...... However, when he said this, Crestai Cesima really believed it, proving that the Goddess of the Night had not accurately grasped the true result of the divine descent, and the trick arranged in the Aurora Society had succeeded.

Although it is in bulk, this is also the real flesh and blood of the evil god. Lanrius is not in love with war, he first uses his divinity to forcibly drive the people he contaminates to mutate, charge, and rush towards the night watch, and then he is dealt with on the spot or sleeps in the power of sleep. At the same time, he used his almost godlike aura to make everyone panic, and even the gaslamps were all engulfed in shadows at this moment. After the entire area fell silent, the Red Gloves who were prostrate under the threat of the evil god could no longer use the seals to fight, and the only one who could match them was the Holy Relic in his hand, which was equivalent to Crestai Sesima with the breath of the Goddess of the Night, and the enemy would be minimized in an instant.

Although the owl's sense of sight and hearing was limited, it was exactly as he expected. The absolute darkness lasted only about ten seconds, and soon, a sharp light pierced the shadows. Then the lights gradually appeared, and the airship that had fallen into mid-air rose again, and everything was back to normal.

Lanrius failed. Edward commanded the owl to fly, gliding silently through the blind spots of the night watchmen.

Crestai Cesima did everything in his power to drive the artifact, destroying the flesh and stripping it from Lanrius. The true Creator should be able to feel it directly, so there is no point in continuing to hunt down Ranrius, whether he is alive or dead is the same to me—something suddenly occurred to him, and the owl soared around and returned to its place, looking up—the tower that had been prying eyes was empty.

The owl was silent for a moment before taking off again. It flew into the space on the top floor of the tower, feeling the residual temperature and breath for a moment.

After a long search, it landed at the entrance of a sewer.

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Ranrius, who had already taken advantage of the chaos and had already surveyed the route of the water here, was skillfully climbing, running, and jumping in the darkness, when suddenly, instinctively, he stopped and leaned back.

Burst! A card was inserted deep into his right chest, and blood was dripping rapidly from the edges.

Lanrius looked up and saw the attacker with his dark vision. It was a medium-sized man in a worker's uniform, with a mask on his face with a red nose with a high upturned mouth.

is a happy clown.

Cards with sharp edges were thrown by Crane like throwing knives in succession, and he was not carried away by the will for revenge, and at this moment he was as calm as ever, like the most sophisticated machine. Even the best dealers marvel at his skillful and precise movements, one cutting through the skin and the other through the flesh. The star card severed the tendons of Lan'eruse's footsteps, and the sun card plunged deep into the wall, level with his neck.

The two extraordinary people had a fatal and short confrontation in this small sewer, and both of them knew that they must solve it in the shortest possible time, and they could not let the official night watchman who was chasing after them catch up!

Syllable! A card is knocked off by Laneris, but a deep cut is made in his wrist. Suddenly, he stopped dodging and decided to rush up and fight Klein in exchange for injury. With some of the power of the "Hanged Man" he gained, he gained a much stronger body than the current sequence. Crane didn't go toe-to-toe with him, cleverly backing to distance himself.

Crackling explosions exploded in Crane's ears, and punches heavier and faster than one punch caught his eye.

Bang Bang Bang! Bang bang bang!

Lanerus punched and kicked, fast and hard, and Crane came close to being hit several times, but always relied on his exaggerated balance to get lucky to dodge with counterintuitive movements. Sometimes on the wall, sometimes on the ground, he seemed to be performing acrobatics. Crane made a posture as if he was going to entangle Lanerus, waiting for the night watchman and the official to catch up. As soon as Lanerus shows signs of fleeing, he will be entangled and will not be given a chance.

Suddenly, Klein's clown instinct is touched, and he sees Lanrius use a feint to lure him closer! He increased his vigilance while retracting his strength, and sure enough, in the sound of tooth-aching friction, Lan Erus's legs did not move, and his upper body twisted back, his face facing straight back, and his toes pointing forward. In such a terrifying scene, Lanerus slammed a punch into Crane's head, so powerful that the air exploded.

Rumble!

His fist hit the air, and he was still twenty or thirty centimeters away from Klein's face. The howling wind ruffled his hair, and Crane finally found his chance! Instead of attacking the enemy through this gap, he uttered a word in an ancient Hermetian voice in a low and hoarse voice:

"Crimson!"

Spell? Lanerus jumped in the corner of his forehead and immediately pounced to the side, trying to dodge. But at this time, Klein did not throw out the spell, but clenched his left fist tightly and followed Lan'erys.

He also pounced to the side, and rolled along with it, and the distance between the two of them only widened slightly.

He's cheating on me? As soon as this thought flashed through Lan'erus, the corners of the Joker's mouth were clearly reflected in his eyes, and the dark red flame that had ignited in his left fist at some point.

This...... Lan'erwus's gaze froze.

A slight crackling sound then reached his ears, and a deep, quiet feeling instantly permeated Crane and him at the same time.

What does he want to do? He wanted two people to ...... Lanlius's eyelids drooped heavily, and the exhaustion and weakness he had pressed down before used it to resist wildly. He tried his best to keep himself from falling asleep, and wanted to rely on the peculiarity of his current body to force him through the strongest stage of sleep.

Crane did not put up the slightest resistance, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. But when he doesn't fall asleep naturally, he instinctively wakes up!

In the battle just now, after the card throwing knife was invalid, he immediately took out the "Sleep Charm" and held it tightly in the palm of his hand, waiting for the opportunity to use it, waiting for the opportunity to affect himself and the enemy!

In just a moment, he forcibly broke free from the unusually rational dream, and the shaky Lanerus was clearly reflected in his eyes.

He took a sharp breath, turned his back, tugged on his shoulders, and threw his fist forward, slamming it into the throat of Lanrius! There was a sound of bones shattering, and the effect of flesh and blood splashing was played.

Click!

It's the sound of a broken neck bone. Lanrius took two steps back and pressed against the wall.

After Klein's punch, his left hand reached into his pocket and drew two cards. The two tarot cards each inserted into one of Lan'eruse's eyes, and the blood-colored liquid flowed down instantly. Then, taking advantage of the opportunity for Lanerus to pounce into the air, he hurried behind the opponent in two steps, put his hands together, and wrapped his arms around the enemy's neck.

Click!

- Crane exerted his arms and turned suddenly, breaking Lanrius's neck!

After doing all this, he took two steps back and looked at the other person.

Lanerwus's card-holding eyes looked forward weakly, and his body slowly slumped, and at the same time, he asked intermittently, very puzzledly:

"Why ......"

"To ...... Kill...... I ......"

Wearing a clown mask, Crane stared at the enemy in front of him and replied rather indifferently, "No why. ”

"No......" Lanerus's eyes widened, and he fell to the ground of the sewer with no relief, and his breath was finally cut off.

At this moment, Crane, who seemed to be very calm, suddenly stepped forward, tightened his right leg, and kicked out with all his strength, kicking Lanrius in the head.

Bang! The already bloody and broken neck could no longer withstand this kind of force, and Lan'erys's head flew out like a ball, slamming into the wall, knocking out a red and white piece!

Crane looked at this scene and suddenly bent his back.

"Hahaha, hahaha."

"Hahahahaha."

He chuckled madly and laughed happily. The "clown" mask on his face is just as happy. The corners of the mouth are upturned, the nose is bright red, and the white face is so happy.

"Haha, haha...... Hahaha......"

Klein laughed breathlessly, laughing worse than crying. After a few seconds, he finally calmed down, slowly straightened up, and wiped his eye sockets in the darkest part of the sewer.

Drops of liquid slipped silently and landed on his collar. At this moment, he felt that his "clown" potion had been completely digested.

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After simply making the scene of the incident more eerie and complicated, Crane put away his mask, cleaned up all traces of his visit, and hurried around the sewers for some distance, choosing an exit that should be located in an unobtrusive part of the street. Squinting and lifting the manhole cover, he felt that the gas street lamps on the road did not seem to be so dazzling, and then he noticed that there was a pair of black leather shoes two meters in front of the manhole cover he lifted.

…… It's embarrassing. Klein froze. Looking up at his leather shoes, he saw a middle-aged gentleman with half-long brown hair and glasses, and a meticulous appearance looking at him curiously.

Anyway, now that he had made a disguise, Klein had the courage to pretend that he was just a gentleman who happened to be passing through the sewers: "...... Good evening, sir, I'm a private investigator looking into something that makes you laugh. I hope you can treat it as if I never came, goodbye. ”

With that, Crane sped up and got out of the sewer, lowered the brim of his hat and walked away quickly. But the middle-aged man didn't seem to intend to let him leave like this, and took a step to the side, just blocking Klein's forward path, and asked in a very interested tone:

"Mr. Detective, what are you investigating in the sewers so late?"

“…… Confidential information involving my guests, sorry, I can't tell you. Kleinpi replied with a smile and walked in a different direction, but was stopped again.

"I can see you're disguised, you must be a cautious and brilliant detective." The middle-aged man said very wittily and persistently asked, "Can you tell me your name and contact information?" ”

Seeing that it was impossible to be let go if he didn't answer the question today, Klein took a deep breath, slowly spit it out, and reluctantly turned his head, revealing a smile that was more perfunctory than a business smile:

"My name is Sherlock Moriarty." He walked as he spoke, "The contact information can be seen in the newspaper. Goodbye, sir. ”

The middle-aged man really didn't stop him again. But he had barely taken four or five steps when he heard a voice from behind him.

"Sherlock Moriarty?"

What's the problem? Crane turned around and saw the brown-haired gentleman looking at him with a subtle expression, and his tone became a little funny: "I take the liberty of asking, do you still have an old enemy named James Holmes?" ”

Crane was struck by lightning, his mouth slowly opened wide, his vision blurred, and he couldn't say a word. Just as his brain was spinning, he heard the middle-aged gentleman ask him with a smile again, "Hello, what do you call it?" ”

This sentence is said in Chinese.

END (not) TBC

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* This chapter is fragmented and multifaceted, and it has been changed for 10,000 years.

The fellow joint was successful.

Klein: Woo woo senior, do you know how I've spent so long, senior, woo woo woo, take me to cook, it's delicious.

Edward: Here it is, the feeling of lying to Russell in the first place has come.

Russell: (The foul language has been reconciled according to the law)