Under the illumination of the sun, the inverted hanging figure full of malice reappeared in the spiritual vision, quickly overlapping with Mr. A in the alley of the East District, exuding a familiar sense of oppression.

Not long ago, the irritable whispers that had been lingering in my ears reappeared.

However, since the original layout of the East Side had been largely destroyed by Yager and the Storm Church, the whispers were vague and inhalable.

But

In the next second, the sharp blade in the hand of the black-haired young man on the opposite side swung a semi-circular silver flash from the bottom to the top!

"Whoosh-"

"Boom!!"

The flesh and blood that was growing and the breath of depravity on Mr. A's body were all shattered in response!

The shepherd's and Bishop Rose's abilities were as fragile as a piece of tissue paper in the light of the sword, easily torn apart in front of the silver.

Yager tilted his head, dodging the flying shards of the black straight sword and armor as they were sliced open.

There was obvious disgust in his dark eyes.

The skill swing forward is so long, don't you really think that he will wait until the end of the divine descent before attacking, right?

His leather boots stomped on the ground, splashing a cloud of sewage. Yager turned, and rounded the scythe completely again.

Dazzling knife flowers are blooming again in Beckland's East End!

Under the approaching layers, the flesh and blood on Mr. A's body flew everywhere unsurprisingly, revealing Bai Sensen's broken bones and the bitter hatred in his broken eyeballs.

The black-haired youth brutally scraped the scarlet 'putty' with a scythe, almost leaving no room for the frantically jumping flesh to move. The screeching sound of blades scraping against the walls confined all nearby houses.

At this tragic moment when Mr. A was about to step into the footsteps of the real creation, the eaves above his head suddenly heard the sound of clear and irritable footsteps.

Yager held the Blade of Death in one hand and looked up silently.

A handsome strange young man appeared in front of him.

His short hair is light blonde, with freckles on his cheeks, and he looks young and unconventional. Strangely, under the spiritual vision, he exuded two completely different paths.

The young man condescendingly stepped on the edge of the masonry of the eaves.

His face was gloomy, and his mouth was opened by a familiar provocative voice: "Damn, your brain was eaten by a dog?" We're all right! You must not hinder the coming of my Lord. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yager immediately didn't need to look at his path carefully.

This familiar feeling......

It's Medici.

He had come to ask the teacher for his sin.

The blade of the cold light was finally moved away from Mr. A's remaining head by Yager, and then the hilt was retracted with a casual 'click'.

Adherent peristaltic blood lines fall to the ground.

"Really?"

Yager asked back with a disdainful expression: "So, the price of your Lord's coming is the death of everyone in the East District?" Enemies of the three major churches? Surrounded and suppressed? ”

"If I hadn't stopped your foolish plan twice, the East Bailang Docks would be littered with corpses by now."

Yes, he is for the ordinary people of the East Side, and it is definitely not the reason why Zhenzao chases and scolds him every time he appears.

In fact, Yager is not wrong.

If Lady of Despair's plan goes well, the despair that has accumulated in the East Side will not only be enough for the true Creator to fully descend on Lanrius, but will even allow him to appear in a super-high person.

By then, the number of dead and wounded could exceed 200,000.

Hearing what he said, Medici, who was on the roof, had two cracked mouths on his face, and both of them let out a "Ha! The taunt.

The unfinished words of Einhorn and Sauron are:

Look! Even the outer gods are more human than you!

Who's going to get out of the earth?!

On the other side, Medici's expression froze when he was set on fire, and the angry look along the way quietly faded, and finally became a little unnatural: "This is, cough, this is the unauthorized operation of the believer, and it has nothing to do with the Lord."

Mr. A, the "root of all evil" he said, has turned into a small line of flesh and blood at this moment and sneaked away. Because Medici was the number one believer here, Yager didn't continue to hunt it down.

The two of them let the flesh disappear from view.

It doesn't matter, the Night Church is going to come to the door soon.

Yager thought calmly.

Returning to the reality in the alley, he rolled his eyes, looked at Medici and sneered: "Say whatever you want." ”

"Anyway, Grimm and I only agreed to do our best to revive the Creator for you. The true Creator I is not the same as the category of 'Creator'. For me, the situation is now as good as it can be. ”

He said this shamelessly.

This is the "right to interpret" that he temporarily fabricated after he tore up the agreement and found that the contract seemed to have room for manipulation.

Well, he does have an effort to help.

With all his might, he kept the Creator's noble character untainted by sin!

The indifferent voice of the black-haired youth echoed through the empty alley.

I tried my best, I tried my best.

Under the bright sunlight, Medici's face on the top of the eaves suddenly darkened, and a word was clearly written on his gritted teeth.

'Grass. ’

He shouldn't have worked with anyone Amon knew!

On the other side, Klein was now in the alley next door, gently shaking the hymn bells.

After getting the bell, he self-consciously hid in the other streets next to him to avoid being drawn into the battle between Yager and Mr. A.

Although Mr. Bishop's strength seems to be completely capable of taking him away this drag oil bottle.

Crane clutched his neck, slowly moving against the wall, and weakly shaking the bell in his hand.

I don't know how it works, but the bell doesn't need any driving force, and just shaking it can heal his organs badly damaged by the plague, but it is slower to take effect than when it was in Yager's own hands.

Maybe the bishop injected power in advance?

He guessed.

After the rain on Beckland's East End, he finally sat down slowly on the wet steps of the apartment next to him. Shaking the bell, quietly waiting for the body to fully recover.

The soaked coat was stained with blood, and it came into direct contact with the dirty mossy steps.

Klein smiled wryly.

Oh my God, the four-pound dress he wore was completely useless

This trip to the East End consumed him too much.

I don't know what happened to Lanrius. Judging from Mr. Bishop's form, he must be completely dead, right?

Otherwise, he will have to find another opportunity to assassinate.

But in the case of the Aurora going to take a heavy hit, it won't be difficult either.

He sighed, his brown eyes reflecting the blue sky.

Tomorrow is a new day.

"Da-da."

"Ahem, ahem! Cough! ”

Behind him, there was suddenly the sound of intermittent footsteps and a woman's hoarse cough.

"Mo, Detective Moriarty, is that you?" A familiar middle-aged woman's voice asked cautiously, a hoarse voice revealing anticipation.

Crane turned his head and saw Liv and her daughter Freya, who had been lost for a long time.

Both were very pale and looked visibly affected by the plague. Liv's steps trembled, but she was still holding on to Freya next to her, who was no longer able to walk normally.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Liv struggled to squeeze her voice out of her barely speechless voice, her eyes filled with tears and a thick pleading, "Please, Mr. Detective"

"I saw through the window and saw that you were getting better"

"Can you help save Freya? I'm okay, I can go to the charity hospital on my own. But Freya, oh she can't have an accident."

"I can give you the money! All our money! Please, save Freya. ”

"I'm afraid she won't be able to walk"

In her gnarled left hand, she held out a heavy money bag filled with trivial coins.

That's all Liv has saved.

Do you want to put two shifts in one go at night or be separated?

(End of chapter)