Under the blood moon, the already scarlet room blends with the moonlight, and it is impossible to tell whether it is reality or a dream.

The sleeping girl on the bed was affected by the bullets, and the quilt covered was stained with blood, and she trembled weakly. However, it is unknown whether she was controlled by the rebels' drugs, and she still did not wake up.

Therefore, in the silent room, only Yager, who had finished tying the blood vial in the physical sense, and the old man in the corner quietly stared at each other.

The blood therapy vial brings a swift recovery.

Almost as soon as the blood was pushed into his body, he felt the restoration of his vitality and was in an unusually good state.

Now, he's a little healthy

Not very healthy.

Yager closed his eyes, suppressed the surging emotions again, and tried not to raise his hand to cut down all the people in the area.

But the corners of his mouth could barely be restrained.

He looked at the last Kavituwa believer in the room with a chewing smile:

"Now, tell me, won? What are you all planning? ”

The scarlet room, the broken corpse, and the smiling youth combine to create a terrifying but inhumanly eerie picture.

If there were a painter here, this scene might become a masterpiece.

Of course, it's the kind that the church sees and seals.

Yager left the old man on purpose. The other party seemed to be the most brainy of the rebels. From the previous words, it can be inferred that the transmitter in his hand should have been made by him.

Since this is the case, it is reasonable to infer that his status in the cult should not be low.

There will be some understanding of the location of Kavituwa and the distribution of believers.

A few steps away, the old man of the ventriloquist stood in place in silence for a few seconds. Among the rebels he followed, there were many extraordinary people who had already begun to have strong combat power, but all of them disappeared into the world with a shocking speed.

Even effective resistance is difficult to form.

Under this understanding, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed, and the masseter muscles suddenly moved.

The breath of life has suddenly declined!

Totally unexpected.

The speed at which the situation took a turn for the worse made Yager, who was watching on the other side, stunned: "? ”

“？？？”

“！！！”

Poison hidden in the upper jaw?!

The smile on his lips stiffened for a moment.

By committing suicide, let me lead the physical interruption, right?

It's too much!!

In the cramped and chaotic corner of the room, the old man vomited a large amount of blood mixed with white foam, and the smugness appeared on his face as his life gradually disappeared, which was in stark contrast to his miserable physical condition.

He laughed hoarsely:

"Rune's Eagle Dog"

"You won't succeed. My soul and knowledge belong only to the eternal spirit of Russell."

"Walk in ignorance to destruction!"

He continued to spit blood in a big gulp, his hand holding the wall gradually detached from the effect of the poison, but the smugness on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

Perhaps because he was so sure that he was about to die, the old man did not hide certain information that he thought the other party would know, such as the tendency of tone and adjectives.

Isn't this a rebel army who believes in Kavituwa?

What does it have to do with Russell?

In the sudden change, Yager felt a little caught off guard and at a loss from the bottom of his heart.

But it doesn't matter.

The smile on his face was renewed.

Want to die, don't you, patient?

It's okay, I'll heal you.

Patches of clouds drifted in from the dark night sky, obscuring the glow of the blood-colored crescent, as if even the moon could not bear to look directly at the ensuing tragedy, and hid behind the clouds.

In the early hours of the morning, Klein and Daniz, who had put up the leaflets, quickly fled back to the hotel where they were staying.

After a tired and frightened day, Daniz, heartless, quickly fell asleep, not dwelling on the actions of the other two. Crane, on the other hand, worriedly reminisced about the evening festival, trying to understand how ordinary people did all that.

This gave him the opportunity to encounter certain unexpected events

Crane, who was sitting in front of the window writing and combing his thoughts, suddenly saw something unusual in the deep night.

For example, Yager next door is flipping through the window.

In the faint moonlight, his black coat was dyed scarlet again.

Extremely Bloodborne.

But what makes people feel even more bad is the old man on his right hand who seems to be carrying the vegetables he bought.

The appearance is also very familiar, obviously the ventriloquist in the evening.

Klein silently put down the pen in his hand.

Klein hurried to the next door.

Although the other party seems to be a cultist who cheats ordinary people, he is innocent of death, but

Hold on! We can't afford to have a human modification incident on the island!

Ahhh

Crane vanished into the room in a panic.

There was a knock on the door.

"Knock knock."

Hearing the sound, Yager, who had just returned to the hotel, casually threw the old man he was carrying to the ground and went to open the door.

The other party has completely changed now.

The right leg has disappeared from its original position. Judging from the scars on the remaining limbs, they were quickly cut off by a sharp knife like a long knife.

But that's not a problem.

The problem is that the right leg is not completely gone.

It reappeared in the right elbow position!

This extremely abstract combination of limbs makes the old man look as if he has undergone an inhuman and terrifying experiment, and is surviving in the world as a tortured test subject.

The sobs on the other party's face also illustrated his fear.

However, as the attending physician of the experiment, Yager's mood was very stable, and he did not receive the slightest influence from the impact of the picture, and calmly opened the door.

"Good evening, Gelman."

"Evening, good evening, Mr. Bishop." The lingering smile on his lips sent chills down Klein's spine, as if he had interrupted the feeding of some giant beast.

But the vision of having a substitute punisher chasing him still made him try to keep asking.

Klein swallowed hard: "That, excuse me, what's going on with the one in the back?" ”

"Because the letter I wrote tonight is more serious, Baiam may be under martial law tomorrow morning. If you can, it's better to deal with the enemy as soon as possible."

Instead of playing as a toy!

That's what he wanted to say the most.

Hearing this, Yager nodded indispensably: "No problem, I can solve him now." ”

"Thank you."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and even his title changed unconsciously:

"By the way, did he have any news? What's going on with the afternoon festival? ”

"Yes."

Speaking of this, Yager's expression gradually sank, which obviously indicated that he was not in a good mood.

He replied with a little gloom and speechlessness:

"I already know how they do it."

"One person performs in front of the stage, and then in the crowd of onlookers, a rebel is placed to inform the people behind the prayer service when the time comes."

"That's why he talks so much nonsense on stage."

"But now, we've had an accident."

"He didn't know the exact location of the rebels and all the strongholds, and he didn't even know exactly what was in Kavituwa! There was no news on the rebels' side. ”

"Because."

"He's a spy for Intis in Byam."

(End of chapter)