A magnificent, huge chandelier swayed softly, with its six curved and outward-extending corners, on which white candles burned slowly.

The flames and its golden surface make the light of this chandelier seem so intoxicating, even romantic, between the flickering lights.

Without a doubt, this is a very suitable chandelier to appear at the ball.

It makes the atmosphere perfect for ambiguous friction and teasing dance moves, and under its brilliance, everyone will be in the imagination.

They would stare at their partner's face, their hands would be on places where they could feel the heat and the softness of their flesh, and their breath would ...... It can also become brief and short-lived.

Unfortunately, however, Carlil won't be dancing with anyone in the room.

Moreover, he didn't come here to attend the ball. If anything, he was more like he had come to destroy the ball.

Take a step forward, swing your knife, and your head flies.

Turn around, kick sideways, crush a man's jaw and make him fly.

Grab him by the foot, stab him in the heart, and throw it to the other side of the hall. Let a woman who scurries away with her skirt in her tugging screams and falls to the ground.

"Be quiet." Carlil whispered. "You're still playing music, the screams are going to be inaudible."

The woman was screaming, so she didn't hear him. However, it is true.

In this ballroom, there is indeed music playing.

Soft and gentle, with a little flirtatious laughter, the female voice that does not form lyrics hums ambiguously, making the night even more provocative. If you are lucky enough to dance to such a song, you will probably be quite lucky.

"Hoo ......"

Carlil exhaled softly and wiped his face.

The prolonged killing had brought a huge amount of blood, and his clothes had been completely soaked with blood, and even his hair had become wet, which was quite annoying.

He flicked his wrist, and then walked slowly towards the nobleman who had been knocked to the ground.

Carlil was quite picky when it came to doing this. He chose to settle cautiously, choosing to step past corpses and broken flesh, preferring to walk slowly in a pool of blood rather than touch them.

Although, this still inevitably stained the boots with blood. But, at least, he didn't have to feel the dead man's body anymore.

"No, no, let me go......"

The woman who fell to the ground sobbed and pleaded, without the grace of an aristocratic person. Carlil couldn't help but laugh, he'd seen too many of these things happen tonight.

In the beginning, every nobleman would not know why when they saw him.

Then, after he showed his blade to kill, they either promised money or began to threaten with power.

When they realize that money and power can't stop the blade, they break down and cry.

Some tried to resist, others tried to escape, and others tried to confess to him the so-called 'family secrets' in exchange for their own survival.

That's a lot of fun, Carlil thought.

Although he has already issued a warning...... There are very few people who care. The aristocrats seem to have taken this as a bad joke.

All right...... This is no joke. Carlil doesn't like to joke.

The woman who fell to the ground naturally didn't know what Carlil was thinking, and at the moment, she just wanted to stay away from this monster that suddenly appeared and killed everyone.

She lay in a pool of blood and crawled forward. The clean skirt and velvet gloves were stained with blood, and the corpses of their companions were all around.

She had been familiar with the smell of blood, but now she thought they almost drove her crazy. She had obviously killed many people with her own hands, but she was also trembling with fear at the moment.

"Hmm." Carlil nodded helplessly. "Honestly, if you want to run...... At the very least, stand up, ma'am. ”

He walked over and, despite the woman's struggles, pulled her up from the pile of corpses. The woman struggled like crazy, so he grabbed her shoulders and pushed a little harder, letting the pain curb her madness.

And the ghosts don't care.

He just breathed calmly, his face covered in blood, and there was nothing but calm in his dark eyes.

After a while, the woman gave up struggling and screaming. She sobbed in fear and whimpered in breaks.

Staring at the self-styled noble face that had been completely destroyed by fear, the ghost laughed abruptly.

"It's always like this, beg for mercy, beg me to let it go."

He muttered to himself.

"Promise money, promise status, promise everything you are accustomed to trading. Within the rules of profit, you can buy and control anyone with wealth and status, but I don't belong to that rule. ”

"Honestly...... Ma'am, if you keep knocking on the gates of hell, sooner or later, the devil will come to you. ”

After saying this, he ignored the woman's pleas for mercy and struggle, raised his left hand and pinched her neck. Then he gave a sharp force, and the crying and begging for mercy ended.

Tonight, there is still a lot to end.

Throwing the corpse down, the ghost shook its head wearily. He came to the open door of the ballroom and walked out slowly.

The imposing hallway was covered in blood and corpses, and the guards were unaware of him killing them one by one. And this time, Carlil didn't even choose to take a detour, he entered from the front with dignity.

The blood-soaked robe dragged along his body, the sticky heaviness that tingled his skin. It was as if they were reminding Carlil not to forget what he had done tonight.

Of course, he will not forget, but ...... In fact, it doesn't matter if you remember it or not. In a little while, these things will dissipate completely.

The call is getting closer...... It's getting clearer and clearer.

Carlil hadn't seen anything behind the curtain, but he was aware of it. His sanity led him to reject these voices again and again.

He knew that they came from darkness and belonged to darkness......

Or rather, they are darkness itself.

Since time immemorial, they have been waiting for humans hungry. The one who called for him was naturally one of them.

So, he will not allow himself to be their puppet, nor will he allow himself to be tempted by them. He will put an end to all possibilities.

However, this power is simply terrifying.

Just four hours after accepting it, Carlil had reached a whole new level.

What was once emaciated is now strong, and bullets that once needed to be dodged now disintegrate with a single look.

The dangerous machine sentinels have gone from being great enemies to a group of active scrap metal. With just a thought in their minds, they no longer perceive his presence. Then they turned their guns at each other.

What kind of power is this......

The ghost shook his head with emotion and walked out of the fortress.

The oncoming cold wind sobered him up a lot, and unnecessary thoughts were once again thrown away, and Carlil bent his knees slightly, and then jumped to his feet. In the air of the upper nest, which was even somewhat fragrant, he rushed to his next destination.

- He doesn't need to kill all the nobles, and he can't kill them all in one night.

But he can light a fire, and he can dismember the families that have wielded most of the power and power...... And after that, the ghost will do it all for him.

While the remaining nobles are busy biting each other, the ghosts will turn them into embers in the wind.

It's just that......

Is this really what you want to do, Spirit? Or, is this just wishful thinking on my part? Again, where did you come from......

Oh, yes. Where exactly are you from?

Carlil smiled bitterly, and a wave of anger at himself began to burn in his heart.

He took a deep breath, suppressed it again, and began to run.

At the beginning of tonight's killing, he made a list of families that needed to be eliminated.

And at this moment, the tower he was running to quickly, the family to which it belonged...... And not on the list.

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Gunshots rang out incessantly.

Automatic guns, shotguns, laser guns...... Inferior products assembled by hand, high-end goods from other nests, and assembly line products produced in the factory......

No matter where they come from, at the moment, they are roaring.

Wherever they came from, at this moment, they were held in the hands of a group of fearful people to vent their emotions that they had nowhere to vent.

Then, does this work?

- The answer, of course, is no.

From the other end of the narrow hallway, the ghost galloped in. His claws stretched out like some kind of predatory monstrosity, and with just two staggered swings, the men who had been shooting at them became piles of corpses.

No one could stop him, not even at the cost of their lives, and they couldn't make him stop.

The ghost slammed out of the window and made it to the other side of the square with just a few jumps. The neon lights can't illuminate him, and the gangs can't catch his shadow.

All they knew was that the gunshots were constantly ringing out, and there were screams, and the thick smell of blood escaping the foul air.

No one would believe in the existence of ghosts unless they saw them with their own eyes. However, seeing it with their own eyes means that they are not far from death.

Six minutes later, the ghost carried the last gang member and threw him off the tall building. The latter's screams rang out in the cold wind, and finally, a dull touch of the ground ended his life.

“......”

The ghost wiped the blood from his hands and sat on the edge of the building with his lips pursed.

Carlil was gone, and he was well aware of it.

But what is he going to do?

The ghost didn't have an answer, he just felt a little annoyed. He had completed his mission, and Carlil did not show up.

So, to wait?

Back to the shelter?

In a few hours, maybe he'll be back.

...... Will he come back?

The ghost looked up blankly and glanced at the dim sky. The shattered neon lights could not illuminate the deep darkness, and staring at the heavy clouds, a heavy feeling began to permeate his heart abruptly.

- It was just a slight trance, and the cold feeling came again.

The ghost didn't even have time to get angry with himself, his eyes widened and he fell into a frenzy of vision.

Confused and rapidly interlaced images are stacked on top of each other, flashing quickly in an indescribable frenzy.

He saw the flames, the flames that burned the whole planet. Scarlet to the point of bordering on blood, three stars emerged from the darkness in the sky, twinkling ominously. A familiar voice sighed bitterly on the other side of the stars, as if sad, and the golden light flickered.

...... I'm sorry, Ghost.......

A voice sounded in the wind, then faded away.

Carlil?

No, no - don't do that!

The ghost clenched its teeth, teeth clashing, gurgling.

His will caused a huge force to explode violently in this still growing superhuman body, and another future quickly approached, the flames were still the same, but they changed color, and the dazzling golden light made his eyes ache, and also made him feel like he had been struck by lightning.

The ghost jerked backwards, twitching at the icy top of the building. It took him several minutes before he came to his senses.

He struggled to get to his feet, the spasms and muscle twitching slowly dissipating. It only took a few dozen seconds for him to regain his strength...... But he couldn't wait.

The ghost limped to the edge of the building, clenched his fists, and leaped down.

The cold wind was still there, and he had already understood what he had to do.