Seals 1-42, Mad Armor, this is the name of the extraordinary item on Leonard Mitchell, who is chasing the 'Apostle of Desire'. As a Level 1 seal, it has caused the deaths of 100,000 people.

At this moment, the tip of the blood-stained spear of the silver armor had locked onto the fleeing shadow.

"Old man, who do you say this armor once belonged to?"

Leonard's green eyes were hidden behind the shadow of the steel pattern, making it impossible to see his expression.

The silver armor trembled with excitement as it locked onto the enemy.

"I don't know." The hoarse voice of Parles Zoroasd sounded in Leonard's head, and strangely enough, he was more tired now than he had been a few days ago.

"But the blood on it once belonged to an old god."

"Old Gods? Who is it? Leonard asked curiously.

Parles did not answer.

Raindrops lapped against the armor, making the cold inside even better.

"Don't say it." The romantic red gloves 'snorted'.

"You're getting less and less polite, boy." There was a hint of helplessness in Parles' voice, "There is some news that you better not know. Whoever speaks, will be known. ”

The conversation between the two came to an end.

Leonard did not refute and fell silent. But not because he found it in his conscience, or realized anything.

It's that the enemy is about to be caught.

His heavily armored figure swayed through the alley at an inhuman speed, completely contrary to the well-known rules, getting closer and closer to the position perceived by the armor, and the tip of the gun in his hand trembled incessantly.

But when Leonard saw the enemy in front of him with his own eyes, he sensed that something was wrong.

Jason Beria is a Sequence 5 'Apostle of Desire' who has committed a serious crime in the center of the city and has escaped with all his body in a difficult way to deal with.

But why is it that he only has a shadow left now, and he looks like he's almost dead?!

On the streets of the East District, the footsteps of the night watchman under the silver armor suddenly made a few messy steps, and even tilted his head in a daze, fully showing the deep incomprehension in the heart of the wearer.

“……”

This scene was caught in the eyes of the black-haired young man who was a room away, and he couldn't help but think of certain conversations.

The sequence five we are chasing today is missing a whole body, do you have any clue about this?

, how do I know!

Yager, wearing a blood-dripping beret, wiped his face and pretended to be casual and ducked into the shadows of the building, watching the progress from afar.

If the armor doesn't kill Beria, it's up to him to make up for the final slash.

The blood-stained trench coat had been thrown away, and now Jagger was wearing only a thin waistcoat, revealing the 'Evelyn' pistol pinned to his waist.

The silver bullet that deals damage to the shadow is loaded.

What he didn't know, however, was that he might not be dealing with the dying Jason Beria.

On the other side, in front of the dock at the East Bailang Pier, Leonard Mitchell was wearing shining silver armor, and there was a large coagulated blood stain diagonally down his left shoulder, revealing a strange beauty.

Above his right hand with a carved armguard, a silver spear was held high.

A few meters away, Beria's shadow was still fleeing for its life, trembling away from the direction of the man with extraordinary properties that frightened him.

He looked at the endless Sunia Sea as if he saw light and hope.

"Bang!"

A slight popping sound sounded on the dock.

Countless silver rays erupted from within the shadows, like fireworks in full bloom, blooming in dense raindrops!

The 'Apostle of Desire' in Sequence 5 doesn't even have a chance to scream.

He's dead.

This is just a casual hit of the Level 1 seal.

The icy armor slowly stopped under the gloomy sky, and walked towards the remnants of the other party's remains, waiting for the extraordinary properties to be revealed.

By the way, I'm going to have to get the rest of the Red Gloves to come over quickly, it's almost time.

Leonard thought so, loosening his muscles that had been tense, ready to raise his voice to call out to his companions.

At this very moment-

"Be careful!"

Pales Zoroaster's burst of shouting rang in his ears.

The pupils of the green eyes under the helmet shrank into pinpoints almost instantly!

Leonard Mitchell turned his head urgently at an unprecedented speed, picked up his spear and faced the sneak attacker in the back!

A well-mannered man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, clenched his fists with a hideous expression, and tried to strike at the armor with an aura of familiarity and trembling that Leonard had never felt before.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be forever rising, always with a mocking smile.

Lanrius!

Leonard's eyes widened.

Shock, anger, sorrow, hatred, all welled up in his heart, almost making him lose control.

The former night watchman wearing the silver armor didn't hesitate to blast at the man in front of him, not even having time to discern why such a powerful aura could emanate from the opponent's weak body.

He just wants revenge!

The power of 1-42 killed the rear in seconds, and he originally wanted to pull Lanerus, but now he became a 'giant' who rushed up to block the knife, and blasted his body more than two meters tall into a mess of minced meat!

"No!!"

The 'giant' squeezed out an unwilling roar from his torn throat, but he was not afraid, as if there was a change in the outcome he had sincerely hoped for.

Bishop Rose's properties made the corpse tremble on the ground for a moment.

A flash of silver light illuminated Leonard's face distorted with anger behind the armor's shadows.

However, the Lanerus in front of him was unscathed.

"How is that possible?" He muttered in disbelief.

Behind the house, Yager, who was peeping in the shadows, also narrowed his eyes, and his right hand had quietly moved to the board machine.

The people who had fled the fighting had all taken refuge in the buildings. Now, only silver armor and men were left on the docks facing each other.

"Why do you think I'm alive until now? Oh! He deceived me! He used me! In the rain, Lanerus roared madly.

"He used me like a damn vessel!"

His glasses had fallen to the ground, shattering in spiderweb-like tracks.

The tunic was torn under the attack, revealing the inside, his bare upper body

No skin could be seen between the chest and abdomen, only crimson flesh that seemed to have been dug up. They condensed, intersected, and intertwined together in a clump to form an upside-down figure!

The True Creator!

Suddenly, all the gas lamps that glowed in the rain went out, plunging the entire area into a rainy gloom.

Immediately afterward, an aura of terror erupted outwards centered on Lanerus, revealing a terrifying pressure that could not be resisted and faced by looking down on the living beings from above.

That's the breath of the gods!

In the sky above the East End, an invisible and extraordinary mist connected with flesh and blood, and the pain, despair, and indignation around him continued to nourish the body, leaving it only a thin line away from the true coming.

The corners of Yager's mouth, who was looking at this picture, suddenly pulled into a straight line.

This is the true Creator.

Unfortunately, a few days ago, he just signed a contract with Medici -

Both parties must work together to help the Creator return to the world. ’

(End of chapter)