"The True Creator?" Lynn thought for a second, stood up, he first took out 008 and added a buff to himself into the plug-in state of Sequence 2, and then applied a layer of illusion to himself before casting Shi Ran towards the source of the divine outburst.

Since the true creator has "seen" him, it would be better for him to go and see the other party.

Just by taking a closer look, maybe he can more accurately grasp the current state of the real creator, and analyze the method of fishing for Sasriel.

Lynn thought so, his movements were not fast, but his body reached the dock guild in a matter of seconds.

Lynn didn't rush in, but first glanced up at the clock tower, smiled and said hello, and then walked into the dormitory.

As soon as he walked into the dormitory, Lynn saw that the dormitory of the dock guild was in a mess at the moment, and several night watchmen except for Crestai Cesima almost all fell to the ground, seemingly in a coma.

Crestai Cesima was also in terrible form, kneeling on one knee at the crossing, a line of bloody liquid sliding from the corners of his eyes on either side.

Not too far away from him, Lanrius was standing there, a white bone sword stuck in his chest at this moment, and the bone sword seemed to be facing the upside-down figure of crimson flesh in Lanrius's chest and abdomen.

Probably because the progress of the real creator's transformation of the Divine Descent Vessel of Lanerus is not too high, the bone sword seems to have the upper hand in this encounter, and it may only take a few more seconds to win, but this confrontation is still not easy, even if the bone sword can win in the confrontation, it will probably be consumed almost as much as it is.

Lynn watched this scene quietly, and the moment his gaze fell on Lanlius, Lynn seemed to see an upside-down figure looking at him.

Lynn looked at the eyes full of madness and negativity through the phantom, and he suddenly felt a little excited and a little sad.

"You're not Him, but it's okay, I'll save Him."

Lynn said.

The image of the upside-down man heard this, but as if he didn't hear it, he just closed his eyes. In the next second, the phantom shattered, and the feeling that had swept over the area was gone.

The bone sword finally completely wiped out the wisp of divinity in Lanerus's body.

Seeing this, Lynn first showed a thoughtful expression, not knowing what was in mind, and then he looked at Lanerus, whose expression was obviously a little excited at the moment, probably because he had escaped the fate of becoming a vessel of the true creator god.

Lynn thought about it, snapped his fingers, made a mark on the other party's body, and did not directly pinch Lan Erus to death, but said: "The bone sword is left, you can get out." ”

"Don't give those acceptance speeches of yours, I'm not interested in hearing about your mental activity of becoming a vessel for the true Creator, out of my sight before I don't want to get my hands dirty."

The reason why Lynn didn't directly pinch Lanerus to death was of course to give Crane a chance to perform - after all, this was Crane's enemy, and of course he had to take revenge himself.

Lan'erus's expression changed suddenly, he obviously wanted to explain his conspiracy and ridicule him, his eyes flashed a few times, and after a few seconds of laughter, he pulled out the bone sword in his chest and threw it on the ground, and then turned around and left.

At the stage of being in the reserve of the real creator vessel just now, Lanlius had a clear sense of how terrifying this sudden appearance of youth was.

The other party may not be the opponent of the real creator, but it is definitely easy to pinch him to death.

"No......" Seeing Lanerus fleeing, Crestai Cesima was suddenly a little anxious, but Lynn walked up to him, half-squatted down, and said casually while brushing a healing spell on this model worker of the Night Church:

"Don't worry, someone will deal with him."

"......" Crestai Cesima was stunned for a moment, he felt the improvement of his injuries, he couldn't help but look up at Lynn, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Are you His Highness ...... [Red Scarf]?" ”

"Poof......" Hearing this title, although it was a joke for himself, Lynn couldn't help laughing, and then he stood up in Crestel Secima's puzzled eyes, smiled and said, "That's right, I am indeed the [Red Scarf]." ”

"Of course, you can also call me the Angel of Secrets."

Angel of Secrets...... Crestai Cesima hurriedly wrote down the name, and quickly thought about the information of the angels he had known, but he couldn't find a correspondence.

Lynn leisurely treated the injuries of several other night watchmen lying on the ground, and then looked at Crestai Cesima and said:

"I know you have a lot to ask, and perhaps your goddess has given you some tasks about me. But this time it's not like you've found me. If there's anything you really want to know, let's let our little soothsayer find me and ask again. ”

Now that Medici has obtained relevant memories, Lynn doesn't think that the Goddess of the Night who has been stabbed by him can't remember anything related to him, at most, it's just the same as Medici before, and the key information has been blurred.

And in this case, he, a fellow countryman, just jumped out again, and if the goddess of the night didn't guess him, it would not be the future of thousands of years.

Of course, Lynn is not very anxious about this, after all, you can know by referring to Xiaohong, whether it is an angel or a god, as long as there are enough benefits, they can become friends.

Medici has a past that she wants to change, but doesn't the goddess of the night?

Great benefits, the right amount of deterrence, a little affection, plus the right overtures.

Lynn didn't think the Goddess of the Night would still treat him as an enemy in such a situation.

Of course, if that kind of thing really happened, Lynn wasn't really scared, and if he was afraid of this kind of thing, he wouldn't have directly targeted the old days.

So Lynn just smiled and said:

"When the time comes, I will be more than happy to answer some of your questions."

"Now let's see you again, Mr. Crestai Cessima."

"Wait ......" Before Crestai Cesima could fully spit out a word, the young man in front of him had disappeared, which made Crestai Sesima's unspoken words instantly blocked in his throat, he was a little helpless, a little annoyed, but in the end he could only sigh.

At the same time, on the other side, leaving Lanerus through the sewers, he was caught off guard by a happy "clown".

After locking the escape route of Lanerius through divination, Klein, who was waiting for the sewers first, raised his left hand slightly after using tarot cards as a throwing knife to stop Lanerys, and the original black glove became lighter and thinner, revealing an indescribable hunger at the same time.