At the East Bailang Pier, Yager, who was already completely wearing a blood-colored vest, silently looked at Leonard, who was trembling and spitting out the words "We surrender".

The reference to this "we" is clear.

The member of the church, who had the romantic temperament of a poet, flashed with the temperament of Amon that he had seen in the church last time.

It's the angel who is absolutely blinded.

That's why he took a little risk, rushing out and chopping the Creator into a mash.

"If I say I'm a Nightborne, won't the Church investigate me?" With a flick of the scythe, Yager folded the protruding hilt and turned it back into a short-handled weapon.

He was starting to worry about how to deal with it.

"What? You, no, you're not? Leonard asked blankly, "Probably not."

When did their Night Church have such violent contends? Aren't all auxiliary-oriented?

It's more reliable to say that you're the one who is the victim of the storm next door.

"Of course." Opposite, the questioning Yager once again pulled out the scarlet Night Emblem from his pocket.

The emblem exuded an aura of serenity and serenity as always, but it looked very strange when it was surrounded by the remnants of Lan'erwes's flesh.

It is indeed the breath of a goddess.

For the first time, Leonard, who had been a believer in the night for more than twenty years, felt a visceral trance.

"Well, anyway, this matter will be handled by you. It's best to put the matter of solving Lanrius on your own head, and don't expose the traces of my visit, understand? ”

The brunette young man gave orders without conscience.

Then, as if remembering something, he bowed his head slightly and leaned into Leonard's ear.

"Otherwise, I'll have to let the monocle say hello to you."

Leonard, together with Parles Zoroasd in his body, showed a shocked expression, and his already dilated pupils were almost out of focus!

？！？

'Meng, ah, ah! ’

Seeing the other party's stammering expression, Yager nodded in satisfaction.

I don't know what Green did to the two poor people this week.

A few minutes later, after explaining the follow-up, Yager smoothly put the matter behind him, left the bloody scene, and re-embarked on the road back to the Hidden Bell next to the Machine Heart.

As for the blood-stained clothes .

Well, it's all the result of the battle between the 'Apostle of Desire' and Leonard, and that's it.

The pouring rain was still falling, and it seemed to be more dense than it had been a few minutes ago. The doors and windows on both sides of the street are tightly closed, indicating the fear of the residents.

Sometimes, you can faintly hear people shuddering in prayer.

Just as Yager crossed the corner, layers of gray mist suddenly enveloped him, and a figure with folded hands was sketched in front of his eyes.

It's Sherlock Moriarty Detective.

An anxious illusory voice sounded in his ears: "Mr. Bishop, do you have any powerful extraordinary items that you can lend?" Or, can I pay the price and ask you to help me get rid of a few cultists at once? ”

"I can trade with you for a profane tablet!"

Desecration of the slate?

Yager paused as he walked, raising his eyebrows with a textured twist.

When Medici paid the price of the contract the other day, in addition to explaining the various extraordinary objects and history of the Quaternary Age, he also mentioned a blasphemous card that appeared next to him because of the extraordinary law of aggregation.

It is said that it was made by Russell Gustaf.

It belongs to the 'Red Priesthood' pathway.

According to his current research, this tablet is very useful for understanding the extraordinary. If you happen to get the moon or the night-related piece.

"Which way?" Auger before the gray fog asked.

"I don't know. However, I am sure that its current location is in the middle of the city at the Russell Memorial Exhibition. Klein gritted his teeth and said the message directly.

Because the desperate lady in front of him already has bad tendencies.

There's no time to deliberate anymore.

"I promise to pick it up within three days. The situation is very urgent! The Aurora Society may be planning a second attack after the Divine Descent! ”

Aurora Will?

It's you again!

After a brief thought, Yager nodded implicitly and speechlessly.

"Yes."

Once and again, endlessly.

Aurora Society, you do things every day, and you deserve the party to be given to the Night Church as an achievement!

Crane breathed a sigh of relief, put down his folded hands, and his eyes were still firmly fixed on Mr. A, who was kneeling and crying not far away, and the lady next to him.

What exactly are the plans they are talking about?

However, even if he didn't know the specifics, Crane was sure that they would cause widespread casualties in the East End.

Mr. A's successful assassination of the ambassador shows that he is at least in the middle order.

He waited solemnly and anxiously for the support that Mr. Bishop had agreed to.

Speaking of which, the bishop's support speed should be very reliable. He still remembered that the other party had suddenly appeared in the carriage.

There should be some kind of teleportation skill.

Come on, come on.

Klein kept an eye on his back.

It did come from behind. Around the corner of the street, a figure soon appeared......

Come here!

A blood-soaked black-haired young man quietly walked into the alley from the corner of the street, with a little bit of flesh on his long black eyelashes.

It was Mr. Bishop who agreed to the request.

The strong smell of blood on the other party's body, mixed with the breath of the real creator, made what he had just done self-evident-

Good guy, you killed the real thing!

It didn't even work to teleport, so I just ran over!

You're in time!

The four big words "it turned out to be you" kept circulating in his mind. Klein's eyes unconsciously dilated, and his eyes widened.

“……？”

Yager, who had just arrived, looked at the expression of a certain detective who was "cat surprised.jpg" and tilted his head in confusion.

Why this expression?

A few minutes earlier, he had opened the teleportation and found Sherlock right next door......

Teleportation is slower than walking around.

At the corner of the street in the East District, two faces looked at each other in bewilderment.

However, this is not the most striking scene here.

A few meters away, next to Mr. A, who was wailing, the delicate and desperate lady had already raised her hands.

Invisible extraordinary fluctuations came from her.

And the sky above the eastern district, the ominous fog that shrouded each other.

The air seems to be condensed into granules in an instant, causing the breathing tube to send out a painful alarm, and every rise and fall is as suffocating as if swallowing!

Crane clutched his throat in a hurry, and involuntarily let out a sharp cough.

"Ahem, ahem...... Boom......"

There seemed to be mucus coagulating in his mouth, and in the next second, Klein involuntarily vomited a piece of blood mixed with green!

"History will remember this moment!" The clear voice of the Lady of Despair revealed the viciousness and malice of a witch.

Her confidence made her disdain to even turn her head to see where the cough was coming from.

The Lady of Despair raised her hands in the air, allowing her fair, ruddy arms to peek out from the black robe. The hood fell, revealing her alluring face.

Her lips were round, and the tip of her nose was straight, like an elf who had fallen into the mortal world.

"The Great Smog of Beckland......"

Then, a short dagger pierced her smooth forehead!

Its terrifying speed and force made it make a sharp cracking sound in the air.

Traces of blood dripped from under the beautiful skull of the Desperate Lady.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the sky in front of her as it began to spin.

The back of the Lady of Despair's head was stained with a terrifying scarlet, and the tip of her sword peeked out of her blonde hair.

The body fell weakly.

Yager stepped out from behind the wet walls of the East End, and Evelyn lifted up and pointed at the weak woman who was still trembling slightly on the ground.

'No ......'

Her expectant eyes seemed to speak.

"Bang bang bang!"

The black-haired young man fired three shots in a row with an expressionless face, brutally beating the beautiful head into a mass of exploding minced meat!

Only a headless graceful body remained on the ground.

She's dead.

Died under the gaze of Mr. A and Klein's pupils that contracted in shock.

This is the end of the Great Smog of Beckland. ’

This shouldn't be considered a disconnected dog. Considering that there are indeed fewer updates, I will try not to leave a very urgent plot in the future and try to change the climax.

(End of chapter)