In the afternoon, taking advantage of the lack of people on the street, Lewis blends his body and shadow and leaves the detective agency, not wanting to cause trouble for the detective.

If all goes well, in a few days, he will complete the promotion ceremony of the "Priest of Calamity" and send Miss Stephanie away, and he will leave the port city.

"Perhaps, I should find a hotel to rest for a while and pray to the goddess of the night.

If the goddess is willing to give me the mermaid's fresh saliva, it is best, if not, I need to contact Paul and sneak in touch with the mermaid.

If I really don't have a chance, I just take refuge in other gods, and whoever is willing to help me get promoted, I will be the most devout believer in anyone. ”

With the promotion imminent, Lewis waved his cane a few times in a good mood, and in his hand, the cane danced into a full circle.

There were a lot of gangsters on the streets, and Lewis could occasionally feel the gaze coming towards him, but he cleverly avoided them.

As he walked, he kept an eye on the surrounding inns, hoping to find a suitable place for him to complete his prayer ritual.

Leaving the street area, it is clear in front of you, this is the outer edge of the port of Enmat, and there is no one to go in normal times.

Lewis paused suddenly, then ran without hesitation.

Behind Lewis, a chubby, middle-aged man frowned, his clothes ill-fitting, bulging by his body, his eyes narrowed almost completely.

At this time, the middle-aged man was looking at a newspaper and looked very absent-minded.

"What kind of transcendent person is he, his intuition seems to be sharper than mine......"

The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and a fallen leaf about 30 meters in front of him suddenly burned into flames, and his figure suddenly shifted to the flames, successfully closing the distance between him and Lewis.

Immediately after, his mouth bulged high, and the sound of a firearm came from his mouth.

Table tennis!

Almost as soon as the sound sounded, he saw Lewis lean slightly, and suddenly, an air bullet struck the stone on the ground, which shattered as if it had been pierced by a powerful rifle.

"Agile movements, great inspiration, and some overlap between his supernatural abilities and me, but by no means a 'Faceling'."

The short and fat man ran after Lewis, and under his fat body, his physical fitness was exceptionally good, even on par with Lewis's speed.

Although Lewis has been running, the opponent's every move is directly presented in his mind, whether it is a fire jump or a simulated firearm attack, he has seen it.

Even, he can see through his opponent's next move in advance, so that he can dodge in advance.

The only problem is that he can't run fast enough, and the opponent is able to use "Flame Jump" to catch up quickly.

"I can't outrun him at all, and if I keep running, I'll be easily chased.

The port of Enmat is not very big, and in twenty minutes at most, there will be many gang members besieging me from all directions. ”

Lewis couldn't help but be speechless, after all, this is someone else's home field, and it is very bad for him.

Suddenly, Lewis forcibly changed direction, and he ran towards a living quarter.

There were sparse houses in that settlement, with gray and blue paint on the walls and an empty garden in the yard.

In the sunlight, it looks calm and peaceful.

Approaching the second house, Lewis softly shouted "Fate" and used a lucky charm.

He took another ring from his finger and turned around to smash it at a bare acacia tree behind him.

"Fate!"

As Lewis activated the thrown spell, a dried but unfallen leaf burst into flames on the branch of the acacia tree.

The chubby middle-aged man appeared on the acacia tree as if he had jumped out of flames, just as Lewis had predicted.

"Smack!"

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, he saw a silver ring appear in front of him, and before he even had time to dodge, it smashed into his face.

"What kind of transcendent person is he, it's like he has foreseen all my movements."

The middle-aged man discovered Lewis's trickiness, and he didn't dare to be careless, borrowing the elastic force of the branch to leap onto another tree.

"Shit!"

Suddenly, he let out a grief of displeasure, and the branch he grabbed was covered with bird droppings, and even two birds flew out of the hollow to peck at his head.

He snapped his fingers again, and on the side of the road ahead, a withered grass burned.

Using "Fire Jump" continuously like this is very spiritually draining, but he doesn't care so much in order to catch Lewis.

However, as soon as he stepped on the ground, he felt that his feet were empty, and the ground under him suddenly collapsed, and half of his body was sunk into it.

In front of his gaze, Lewis kicked open a blood-red iron door, and then, with a malicious smile, looked back at him, a smile that reminded him of the snow of Beckland.

Then, from the blood-red iron door poured out a cloud of pitch-black liquid, which was covered with dense eyeballs, human eyeballs.

The liquid seemed to be alive, and all its eyes spun around, ignoring Lewis, and finally looking at the chubby middle-aged man, locking onto the latter.

The middle-aged man wasn't sure what the mass of liquid was, but he could roughly guess that it was the product of the transcendent's loss of control.

Generally speaking, transcendents are not necessarily terrible, but none of the products of transcendents are easy to mess with after they get out of control, and those things do not necessarily carry any curses on them.

The middle-aged man was shocked, and he couldn't help but feel fear in the face of the black liquid.

Table tennis!

He simulated the sound of a gunshot, and a bullet passed through the liquid, bursting one of the eyeballs, scattering fragments of the eyeballs throughout the liquid.

The liquid seemed to be angry, and it let out a strange scalp-tingling scream that rushed towards the middle-aged man.

In desperation, the middle-aged man took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and threw it aside, snapped his fingers and lit the handkerchief.

In the next moment, his figure flashed to the place where the flames were ignited, and with the help of this flame jump, he escaped the sinking hole.

When he went to look for Lewis again, the figure of the other party had long since disappeared without a trace.

The chubby middle-aged man was too late to chase Lewis because he was in even greater trouble.

The strange screams of the out-of-control monster seemed to have a strange power, causing his brain to disappear for a short time, causing flesh to grow in the center of his right hand, and the flesh eventually formed a white and tender palm......

"How could I be so unlucky?

No, it's why he was so lucky, even the monsters didn't target him! ”

The middle-aged man let out an unwilling roar, but his body did not slack off at all, he pulled out a piece of paper, which suddenly became as sharp as a knife, and slashed towards the strange monster.

(End of chapter)