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Foirth threw the brown paper bag containing the manuscript into a dedicated mailbox outside the editorial office.

She exhaled and rubbed her hands together, now that it was dark and cold, she felt a little hungry.

Although the original plan was that she should discuss her story plot with her editor-in-charge and the next submission. But Forth just wanted to hurry back to his warm living room with a fireplace, draped in his favorite woolen blanket, take a nap on the couch and drink a hot cup of coffee...... Well, Hugh should be busy going home by now, and might drop by to bring her her favorite sandwich. Furth thought in a relaxed mood.

Within this month, she will be finishing her serialized manuscripts, and the next step is to accept the commission of Gelman Sparrow to write some short stories for the "Sea Hunter" - given the possibility of entrusting the other party to hunt the "Secret Sage", Foirth is in need of money.

However, during this period, the situation was tense, and the control of print media was also slightly increased. Article review has become more difficult, and in addition to serialization, my other short story submissions are still under review...... If you can't publish, you won't have a manuscript fee, and if you don't have a manuscript fee, you won't be motivated. Coupled with the cold weather and the fact that he didn't want to go out, Folth wanted to stop writing for a while and take Hugh on a trip outside.

There were gradually some pedestrians on the road, mostly young people after school.

Seeing that the surroundings were a little more lively, Foirth prepared to go to a nearby bookstore to buy a newspaper and wait for the horse-drawn carriage to pass by.

With that, Furth made a beeline for the nearest newsstand. But on the way, in the midst of the crowd, out of the corner of her eye, she seemed to see a familiar figure speeding past the corner and trotting into an alley.

"That's ...... Stop? ”

Firth looked curiously, and if she wanted to find someone as petite as she had just now, it would be Hugh.

What is Hugh doing, is it another bounty hunter's mission?

Oh yes, Hugh seems to have become an informant for Rune's official MI9, and he hasn't been a bounty hunter for a long time. She also said that she had received help from her father's friends and seemed to have hope of turning around...... However, there seems to have been some chaos in MI9 before, I heard that many official extraordinaries have gone crazy, and the alleys are so dark, Hugh can't have any task to deal with the out-of-control extraordinaires, right?

Curiosity and worry made Furth hesitate for two seconds, relying on the ability of "teleportation" to easily and covertly approach in the direction where Hugh disappeared. Instead of entering the spirit realm, she passed through the walls and houses in a translucent state, and soon caught up with each other.

"Sure enough, it's Hugh."

And the masked man standing across from Hugh must have been what she called "her father's friend."

After finding an angle that would bring the sides of their faces into view, Furth didn't come any closer, a distance that was already within the limits of hearing and vision for the extraordinary, and even farther away. But as a "master of tricks", she also learned lip language in her spare time.

So Forth first saw the man in the golden mask standing in the shadow opposite Hugh and said:

“…… Well prepared...... How's it going? …… His Majesty the Emperor...... Life*****...... Thunder Church ......"

After Verth finished distinguishing some of the words in this sentence, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Emperor? Now there is no emperor in the true sense of the word in Rune, only Pope Gad II, who temporarily acts as emperor! Is MI9 now under the orders of Gad II and the Church of Thunder? What the hell are they talking about?

The writer's acumen gave Furth some bad premonitions, and she wanted to turn around and leave as quietly as she came, but her friend was opposite the "wrong" MI9 member, and Furth had to stay here.

She didn't have any seals on her at the moment.

Immediately afterward, Hugh spoke:

"Yes...... Soon ...... Can it be successful? ”

"Didn't die...... God of Thunder...... Captivity...... He will return......"

Furth pinched her sweat, she suspected that the MI9 member in front of Hugh was planning something very dangerous, but she couldn't understand why Hugh would communicate with him, or even cooperate!

And...... Who the hell are they discussing? Emperor, Emperor, could it be George III who suddenly died violently during his speech?

Wasn't He already dead in the rite of ordination? Why do they say He is alive? What exactly do they want to do?

Looking at the pious and serious expression on Hugh's face, Foirth almost felt like his scalp was about to explode: Hugh seemed to have become strange in an instant, and it was clear that she had always hated George III, because her father Mason Diere's death had another hidden meaning! Moreover, they also arrested and interrogated Viscount Stafford before, confirming that it was George III who wanted to become a god, and Mason Dill tried to report it to the church, and he was murdered!

Furth suddenly felt chills all over her body, and she didn't dare to listen any longer, nor to look at her companion's face anymore to read their conversation.

A terrifying guess popped into her head.

Then, she quietly retreated, and disappeared into the alley in an instant.

As soon as she left through the spirit realm, the man in the golden mask immediately turned his head, and only after searching for it to no avail, did he say to Hugh:

"Don't forget to explain your affairs."

"Take time out this weekend to attend our prayer meetings, His Majesty the Emperor needs us, and the nobles will come. In this regard, we are in agreement with the nobility...... If you want to save the empire that has been dragged down by the Church of the God of Thunder, you can only rely on the emperor! ”

Hugh also nodded, and said in a very ordinary tone:

"I know, I'll go."

In this way, they exchanged their loyalty to Emperor George III, as if they had completely forgotten that Mason Deere had ever existed.

……

Bang!

Once again, Richard was free from the dream that had invaded his mind, but the woman's soft hum continued to echo in his ears, as if it would never stop.

"Goddess of the Night......

He shook his head vigorously, and the expression on his face was rather irritable:

"Wolf, spider, or dog? …… I don't fucking understand why humans don't even sacrifice themselves, but always hope to protect themselves by things that aren't even humans, and willingly serve them as slaves. ”

Before the words fell, sure enough, there were a few more reprimands.

Probably sensing that his voice was a little unpleasant, Richard casually reached out and scribbled the wound on his neck that had been almost cut off in its entirety with a few steel needles. Powers higher than one's own personality hinder healing of wounds and continue to cause pain and dizziness. In order to prevent his head from falling off suddenly during the battle, he had to fix it like this. But there was nothing he could do about the severed throat and vocal cords inside, and he endured the suffocation and pain while cursing under his breathless voice.

Although the spirituality has not yet bottomed out, it is time to fight hard.

“…… I wanted to ask you something, but now I don't want to ask. ”

Richard whispered to himself:

"The people who persuaded me to surrender at the beginning said that they could let me go to the Northern Continent to be a nobleman, and they also said a bunch of empty promises to appease the people...... But anyway, there are enough human beings, and you don't lack these tens of millions of anchors, and you don't lack these slaves. ”

After sighing, Richard's body suddenly became distorted, and suddenly became a hundred meters tall, and with the blood stains on his body, his fully unfolded mythical creature form was like a bloody rag doll that had just emerged from the scene of the murder.

Immediately afterward, the giant ragdoll smiled, revealing three rows of sharp shark-like teeth.

Just when the two angels were in a temporary confusion due to the sudden burst of "lust" aura, the ragdoll reached out and grabbed the body of Gad II. The spirituality on his body was all quiet the moment he was grasped by the huge palm of the rag doll, as if he had fallen into an indestructible seal.

The Pope suddenly came to his senses, roaring angrily and causing countless thunderbolts to pour out, silvery white electric light illuminating the entire space. But Richard ignored it, even when the thunder scorched his arms and body blackened. The song in Richard's head suddenly became violent, and the scythe-like moon in the distance rose again, slashing down at the arm he had grabbed with Gad II!

The ragdoll still had that oozing smile, grabbing Gad II's body with one hand and pinching his head with two short fingers with the other.

Click.

Swish!

The sword light reached Richard's face in an instant, cutting off his hands.

And He lowered his head, bit his hands and the head that was separated from the body in his hands, but was still not dead, He took it in his teeth, then raised his head and swallowed it all.

Click! Click!

It was like a rolling mill of hundreds of pounds falling with a bang, and between the repeated staggering and opening and closing of the sharp teeth, it was as if a short cry had been interrupted, and the flesh and blood were ground into flesh in an instant by the teeth of the gods.

For a moment, the entire spiritual realm became quite quiet, except for the brief sound of chewing for a few seconds.

And the hands that He had eaten by Himself slowly grew again.

"Ugh."

The ragdoll let out an emotional sigh, and a human-sized eye behind the lens slowly turned to the Night Pope:

"I've known for a long time that human flesh is not tasty...... But you're next! ”

……

Audrey's eyes have completely turned golden, but that doesn't allow her to see through the darkness around her.

She felt as if she wasn't in the spirit realm, but at night outside Beckland, the sky dark and the wind gusting. There are no street lights, and the visibility is only two meters in the dark, which always brings extreme fear, and it seems that there are countless monsters hiding around them.

Probably because she is only a puppet now, her soul is locked by the seal on the puppet's body, and to a certain extent, she resists the "dream ballad" of Archbishop St. Anthony.

But Tawfik was not so lucky, almost half-asleep, his eyes switching back and forth between fog and anger.

A demigod is certainly more than Sequence 5 to be treated with caution.

In the next second, Audrey suddenly had a creepy feeling, like being watched by an oncoming beast at night in the suburbs!

Even though she sensed something, she couldn't react at all, so she hastily lowered her head. There seemed to be a huge beast in the darkness behind him, like a wolf, and like a tall human - it was obviously humanoid, but it was more than ten meters high, and two pairs of arms grew out of the ribs and waist, and its body was wrapped in thick darkness, but it was clearly displayed in Audrey's mind.

Almost instantly, Audrey felt a great deal of fear welling up in her heart.

With the appearance of a monster figure like a myth and legend, Audrey's body trembled uncontrollably.

She seemed to relive the despair and fear when she faced the divine punishment not long ago, and even experienced it herself, wanting to fall to her knees, wanting to crouch down with her head in her hands, the education she had received since childhood and the instinctive fear of the gods were superimposed, almost tearing her soul to pieces!

"Mom's ......"

Her hands trembled and she murmured unconsciously.

As a "psychiatrist", her emotions almost collapsed instantly, and Audrey felt as if her spirit was divided into two, one was crying uncontrollably, fearing in the dark like a little girl, wanting to return to her family, and the other was urging her to stand up quickly, to stand up quickly - this fear had already been experienced once, just before she could stand up, why can't she now?!

Audrey doesn't know how long it took, maybe five seconds, maybe five minutes.

She slowly lowered her hands that were holding her head and regained her feet on her limp legs. Audrey was a little glad that the puppet body had no tears, otherwise she would have cried all over her face by now, which was very ugly.

"Mr. Tawfik......" she said in a hoarse voice, and then shouted loudly, "Mr. Tawfik! ”

The voice was swallowed up by darkness, and no one answered.

Then, Audrey heard what seemed to be a noise in front of her, and she approached there without thinking, and was horrified to find that Tawfik, dressed in black robes, was lying there, with a large hole in his chest and his heart gone.

Audrey's heart seemed to beat for a moment, and her brain suddenly became confused.

But the next moment, her shoulder was pushed hard, and the familiar roar came from behind her, scolding: "Stop dreaming! ”

Audrey's heart was shocked, and when she looked at it again, she found that the corpse in front of her had been engulfed in darkness, and the one standing there was replaced by another person—a middle-aged and elderly man with a kind face who was dressed as a priest of the Night Church.

Tawfik's hand gripping Audrey's shoulder with some force, as if trying to catch her behind. But Audrey was surprised to find that the other party didn't pull herself - he was injured! Audrey realized immediately, and the injuries were not clear! Just now, when I was shocked by fear, they had already clashed, and it was a one-sided battle!

With a slight smile on his face, Anthony first looked at Tawfik, and then his eyes fell on Audrey.

Audrey saw his eyebrows furrow slightly, as if wondering what it was. Her heart jumped suddenly, fearing that the Archchurch of St. Anthony, who was proficient in spirit communication, would recognize her as Audrey Hall when she saw her soul.

Audrey immediately entered the state of "Letty Orr", in order not to be recognized, no matter how tormented her heart was, she had to make a vigilant and hostile appearance to prevent being seen.

"The lackey of the Northern Continent ......" Tawfik grinded his teeth and made a bone-chilling sound.

In the face of St. Anthony, he didn't have to worry about his hatred and anger, not to mention that the other party's attitude and eyes were so hateful.

But the requiem and hypnosis and dreams of the Night Church really tricked him, always forcing him to quiet down before the other party was attacked deadly. It's as if all your anger and strength have hit the cotton, and it has no effect at all.

Just as he was about to attack, Audrey suddenly stopped in front of him and asked loudly:

"Why did you attack the Southern Continent?"

"I know you, you are the archbishop of the Church of the Dark Night in the Northern Continent, the head of the Bakerland Diocese, Anthony Stevenson!"

"You are a good man of tolerance in the territory of Beckland, a bishop of impeccable character, and did you not see our children crying and our city ruined when you attacked us?"

Anthony calmly looked at the young woman who questioned herself, and the smile on her face did not change:

"I see it."

"So, I'll do it directly to you."

"The Heights are not threatening you!" Letty Orr asked, "Why do you want to do this?" ”

"I don't need to answer your questions, Dear Madam Doctor." Archbishop Anthony's mood did not fluctuate, fully demonstrating what it means to be as warm as a spring breeze for the children of his own country and as ruthless as a cold wind for people in a foreign country, "This is also to save my country, our people, our children, since it is an irreconcilable contradiction, then we can only use strength to divide the superiority." ”

TBC

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Good night! (End of chapter)