At the same time as the fighting took place in the Hilston district.

In a hidden house somewhere with Beckland, Ince Zangwill is sitting at a table in his bedroom writing a story.

"Ash Black, a night watchman at the Night Church, followed the clues to Mr. A's residence, where he saw the fake 'Mr. A' in his bedroom and mistook him for Mr. A himself."

"He didn't find out that Mr. A's body was actually hidden in the fake 'Mr. A', and he was attacked and killed by the real Mr. A in his stomach at the moment of his assassination." (crossed out)

"Ash Black has unleashed a strange spell that has blocked all of Mr. A's extraordinary powers! Mr. A, who can only maintain the form of a meat ball, cannot be Ash Black's opponent! ”

Ince Zangwill's expression darkened.

Again, the 'future' he wrote was denied, and '0-08' wrote a new future on its own.

No, that's not the future.

If it's the 'past' that has already happened.

But he didn't give up, but immediately seized '0-08' and continued to try to rewrite the future.

"Mr. A managed to escape to the basement, and Ash Black thought he was confident, and he didn't chase after him in the first place, with a cat-and-mouse banter."

In the basement, Mr. A managed to delay enough time. Ash Black's spell finally fails, and Mr. A is able to use his extraordinary abilities to regain the upper hand! ”

"Using the Dark Sage's ability to record, he managed to kill Ash Black!" (crossed out)

"Ash Black incarnated as a black knight and easily defused Mr. A's offensive and completely broke Mr. A's psychological defense."

"Bang!"

Ince Zangwill slammed his fist on the table, his face gloomy and terrifying.

Holding '0-08' in his hand, he should have been a 'god' who controls the future and writes the fate of others.

But right now, there are people who have repeatedly violated the fate he wrote!

This feeling of being out of control made him feel very bad.

There is even a faint sense of urgency.

But soon he calmed down, and his pale complexion regained its calm.

Ash Black's mind was so drawn to the paintings on the wall that he didn't notice that Mr. A had crept behind him.

Even though he was afraid, Mr. A still remembered his mission. In order to protect Lanlius from harm, he chose to blow himself up to push Ash Black towards the painting! ”

"He succeeded! The impact of the explosion successfully propelled him and Ash Black into the world of painting. ”

After writing all this, Ince Zangwille couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At least the results are good.

Soon, however, his expression froze again.

"Lanlius walked out of the basement and met Anthony, the archbishop of the Church of the Night."

Ince Zangwill's expression froze, but he quickly resumed writing.

"The movement in the house attracts the attention of another nearby Sequence 3 demigod, whose name is ......"

"Bernadette Gustav."

She's been looking for a promotion, and now she's found Laneus by chance. In order to get promoted, she will not easily give up this hard-won opportunity, even if it will offend the Night Church! ”

"They fought over the belonging of Langeus, with Bernadette having a slight upper hand."

"The two men in the battle were carried away, and neither of them noticed the presence of Laneus. Taking advantage of the chaos of the situation, Lanerus quietly fled the battlefield. ”

"Smack!!"

In Hilston, Mr. A's house has been completely reduced to rubble.

Hidden among the rubble, Lanrius quietly moved towards a sewer manhole cover not far away.

"That place, as long as you can get to that place......"

Lanrius stared at the sewer manhole cover in front of him.

At that moment, the ordinary and somewhat dirty sewer manhole cover was an angel radiating light.

Finally.

The palm of his hand touched the manhole cover.

It only takes another second for him to get out of the sewers and escape from this damn place!

"Smack!"

A pea vine descended from the sky, wrapping around Lan'erus's body in the blink of an eye, binding him completely, sealing his mouth and nose, leaving him with a whining sound.

Even the true Creator with his chest was silent at the moment.

After all, the True Creator had only just begun to transform this body, and it couldn't contain much power at all.

He could only watch as Lan Erus was tied up by the pea vine and fell into the air.

Anthony was preparing to make a move.

When I saw this, I stopped.

It doesn't matter where Lang Erus belongs now.

What matters is who gets his ultimate belonging.

In that case, let him be hung first, so that at least he can't escape.

……

"Lanrius quietly fled the battlefield." (crossed out)

"At the moment when Lanerus was about to flee into the sewers, a pea vine recaptured him."

"Rubbish!"

Ince Zangwill cursed angrily.

He used '0-08' to create coincidences that didn't get you out of the way.

How could the true Creator choose you as His carrier?

What?

This person was chosen by him?

Ince Zangwill's face darkened, and it seemed that Lanlius had really chosen him.

Originally, it was just an outcast.

But after he was chosen by the True Creator, he became an indispensable and important pawn.

Ince Zangwill could not have given up on him at will.

But the current situation is also looming beyond his control.

Although he has been promoted to the demigod of Sequence 4, although he has a big killing weapon like '0-08'.

But even so, he still had some reluctance to manipulate the 'coincidence' between the demigods.

In particular, the demigods of Sequence 3 often do things that he didn't expect, ruining the future he had originally written.

But at the moment, he had no choice.

He must help Lanrius escape, and Lanrius can't die yet!

But now Anthony and Bernadette have clearly reached some kind of tacit understanding, and it is impossible for Lanrius to escape from them.

"In that case, let's introduce new variables!"

Ince Zangwill gritted his teeth, and although the more demigods he wrote, the less control he had over the 'future', but now he had no choice.

"The Dark Sage is in Beckland, he noticed that something had happened to Mr. A's mansion, and rushed to the scene as soon as possible, but he didn't rush to make a move."

"While Anthony and Bernadette were in a scuffle, the Dark Sage suddenly came to the rescue of Lanerus. It's just that in Sequence 4, he doesn't want to fight too much with the other two demigods, he just wants to take Lanrius to escape the scene as soon as possible! ”

……

"Smack!"

The vines that had bound Lanerus silently disappeared.

Lanrius fell from mid-air with a look of astonishment on his face.

At the same time, the figure of the Dark Sage quietly emerged, and a flash appeared at Lan'erus's side.

Grabbing him by the collar, he was ready to flash away again.

The moment Lanerus saw the Dark Sage, his heart suddenly turned to ashes.

For him.

If he was asked to choose one of the three demigods.

His first choice was the strange demigod, followed by Anthony, the archbishop of the Church of the Night.

Finally, the Dark Sage!

But it was the Dark Sage who came to pick peaches!

Bernadette and Anthony stopped at almost the same time, and immediately struck at the Dark Sage, trying to stop the other from escaping.

However, the Dark Sage had already prepared, and not only did he block the attack of the two.

He didn't even forget to give a mocking smile to the two demigods.

However, in the next second, at the edge of his vision, two red lights flashed.

By the time he could react, a red light had already appeared in front of him.

He finally saw the red light clearly.

It was a dog, a rotten wild dog with glowing red eyes and almost skinny bones!

"Whew!"

The Dog's Salary King opened his bloody jaws and roared and bit at Lanruus's neck.

The Dark Sage's pupils shrank sharply, but he couldn't spare a third hand when he was still resisting the attacks of the other two demigods!

can only watch as the other party bites Lanerus.

In the stunned look of Laneruse, he uprooted his head and bit it to pieces.

"Click!"

Blood and brains mixed with broken bones and flesh splattered onto the face of the Dark Sage.

Lan'erys's body also gradually lost its temperature.

He was still dead after all, in the mouth of a dog.