Deep underground.

"Mr. C, need me to ...... again Would you like to bring another sacrifice? ”

In the cellar, which is more than 200 square meters, a cross-shaped object rests on one side of the wall, covered with a black curtain, making it impossible to see the exact appearance.

Underneath the cross, in the depths of the flesh sprinkled on the ground, a simple altar was built out of planks and wooden boxes, and the carpet on it was also dripping with large chunks of crimson unidentified objects, some of which even squirmed slightly, as if they had a life of their own.

The flickering candlelight around was windless, as if it would be extinguished at any moment, bringing the faint light away from the eerie cellar.

On the altar, about a meter above the ground, a black-robed, faceless man turned back to look at the questioner who was standing a few meters away in a cowering manner, who was dressed in leather clothes and carried two pistols at his waist on this late summer night, which did not give him the courage to face his fears. Seeing the black-robed man turn around, he seemed to be even more frightened, and he couldn't help but retreat back until his back touched the wall.

"No need, they're weak and useless, you can get out."

The leather-clad man nodded his head as if he had been pardoned, and then carefully bypassed the flesh by the altar and left through the small door on one side.

If the ground was the flesh of the hapless victim from before, he wouldn't have been so afraid.

Those who take pleasure in the pain of others, those who believe in home remedies to soak in blood and water, have sexual fetishes that are different from ordinary people...... He has been doing this for a long time, he has seen all kinds of people who look like dogs, and what kind eyes can he have when he buys slaves?

The problem is that the blood stains in this place, mixed with the pieces of flesh, are mostly from the "Mr. C" on the altar.

Before leaving the room, he looked back and saw that Mr. C on the altar was still standing with his back to the door, looking up at what appeared to be a cross on the side of the wall, which was hidden by a curtain.

Maybe it's time to find an excuse and transfer to another city, such as the nearby city of Tingen, or to the sea......

Listening to the eerie sound behind him, as if a soft object was falling to the ground, he shrunk his neck and walked briskly up the stairs to leave the place.

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Angel and Rupert caught the body of the leather-clad man who walked out of the cellar but fell directly with his eyes closed.

"This should be the last one."

Rupert said in a low voice.

The "Sleeping Beauty" dressed in different clothes around them had already fallen to the ground, and with this man who came out of the cellar, there were no more, no less, exactly five.

Clement, who was crouching next to them, opened his eyes, lowered his right hand pressed against his temple, and looked at the leather-clad man who had been hypnotized by his "Nightmare" ability.

"He's just come up from the cellar, and there's only one extraordinary person they call 'Mr. C.'

"Time is too short to get more information, but we need to be prepared to face an evil and extraordinary person with strange abilities."

Clement's face was a little bad, and he didn't know what he saw in these people's dreams.

Mr. C...... Is this a code name within their organization?

Angel looked at the "Nightmare" that shook and stood up, and also took out the "thirst for blood" and twisted the nest of bullets to the bullet of the "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption".

Since there is only one enemy below, let him taste the Black Flame first.

Clement took out the seal "2-031" he had been carrying from the pocket of his trench coat, declared his hand, handed the glove to Rupert Norman, and raised the revolver himself.

"Put on the seal, and we'll meet this 'Mr. C.'"

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The flesh and blood that he placed on the other two people can no longer be felt!

Mr. C frowned gracefully and looked up at the statue of the Creator, and he could feel the Lord's gaze even through the curtain.

But what about the other two? What is their situation now?

In order to prevent being broken by the official Extraordinaries of Port Enmat, he has placed some of the flesh removed from himself on the head of the sugar factory in the western district and the clinic in the Dulang district.

Even if it is several kilometers away, this can make Mr. C vaguely sense the state of the other party, whether he is dead or alive.

But just a few minutes ago, two pieces of his own flesh had lost contact with him after sensing a wave of extreme cold and creeping fatigue.

This means that the other party has either unattached the flesh by some means, or has already died.

Did they accidentally expose themselves in the city? Or did the official Extraordinaire act ahead of time?

His injuries had not yet healed, and if he had known that this would happen, he should not have been picky eaters, and let them bring two more slaves......

Thinking of this, Mr. C no longer hesitated, and he took off the hood of his black robe, revealing a hidden, handsome but neutral face, which could easily be mistaken for a woman if it weren't for his short yellow hair less than an inch in length.

The handsome face was now twisted, and opened its mouth to vomit a dark red, wriggling clot of blood, and before it could escape from him, Mr. C picked it up, crumpled the dark red clot in his palm like a kneaded mud, and walked a few steps closer to the curtain-covered cross.

He stretched out his clean hand and pulled the curtain up, and the top of the curtain slipped down, revealing the upper end of the cross, followed by the legs and body bound to the cross in chains.

As the curtain was lifted, a naked male giant bound upside down in chains and bound to a cross revealed his full appearance, the giant was about three meters tall, with a distinctive, erect single eye, and a lot of dried blood on his body.

This turned out to be a lifelike statue!

Mr. C approached the cross with his hand of flesh and blood, intending to shout praises to the Lord in which he believed.

Suddenly, there was a shout behind him that was even higher than he was, and even more hoarse.

"Ahh

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"Ahh

Rupert Norman's mouth was wide open, and a trilled cry came out of his throat, his face, which was not handsome, was now completely distorted, not humanoid, his eyes were wide open, the corners of his eyes seemed to be torn apart, and his eyes were bleeding and tearing.

Unbelievably attracted by the shouting, Angel looked at Mr. C at the door, and Angel grabbed Rupert's twisted head and forced him to look away from the statue of the cross.

They all underestimated the impact of Seal "2-031" on the user!

According to the instructions for using the "Hand of Declaration", before snapping your fingers to activate the seal's extraordinary abilities, it will only have an effect on the user to become overconfident, and may make reckless, thoughtless moves, and become more fearless in the face of opponents that you cannot defeat.

However, Rupert's direct activation of psionic vision in a place where the danger was not yet clear still exceeded Angel and Clement's expectations.

When Angel peered through the dimly lit cellar and noticed that Mr. C was pulling down the curtain to reveal a strange statue, Rupert's confident murmur rang behind her ears.

"Hmph, the little trick of the cult, let me open my spiritual vision and take a look."

As he spoke, he held a gun in one hand and a hand wearing "2-031" in the other to the corner of his eye.

Wait a minute...... It's too dangerous!

Whether it's the inside information of the official Extraordinary or the knowledge taught by the hidden lineage that circulates in the market, turning on the vision at random in a strange place with unknown circumstances is one of the riskiest behaviors.

Before Angel could stop it, Rupert, who had turned on his vision through a specific movement, had already shifted his gaze to Mr. C, to the cross with a naked male hanging upside down.

In an instant, his eyes widened, the corners of his eyes were opened, and his bloodshot eyeballs bulged out, as if he had seen hell and the abyss.

Drawn to Rupert's resounding cellar voice, Mr. C jerked back to the door.

"Bang-"

In the darkness, a gunshot rang out, and a blood flower appeared on Mr. C's shoulder, and he shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if all he had hit was a ball of cotton, and the blood gushing out was someone else's shed.

But it is not his style to just be beaten and not fight back.

With a wave of his hands, the air surging under the black robe, blowing out all the candles around him in an instant.

The cellar was plunged into darkness.

"Tsk."

Clement lowered his gun, his eyes searched the cellar that fell into the darkness, as an extraordinary person in the "sleepless" path, he also has a certain amount of vision in the dark, but the cellar without the light source can not see his five fingers, let alone find Mr. C, he can't even see his teammates around him clearly.

As for turning on the vision? Rupert next to him is the end of the game.

"Can you see that?"

He asked Angel in a low voice.

The latter, who was already trembling and on the verge of losing control, fell face down to the ground, and when she heard Clement's question, she looked around the cellar through dark vision, and found nothing but blood and flesh all over the floor.

"He extinguished the candle and disappeared in place, probably with some extraordinary ability."

Seeing that the enemy could not be detected with the naked eye, Angel took out his secondary weapon, another revolver with a slightly smaller caliber but six bullets, and fired a shot directly into the open space, and after killing the first demon hunting bullet, he aimed at the center of the cellar and fired the only "phantom phosphorus eruption" in the bomb nest.

The bullet struck the ground, blasting out an area of shimmering phosphorescence, and although it could not cover the entire cellar, the dark floor and ceiling near the entrance were visible again, and the flesh fragments of various sizes on the ground were also covered in phosphorescence, and the outline took on a faint yellowish outline.

In the yellow halo scattered all over the ground, a small fast-moving shadow stood out.

"There it is!"

Without Angel's reminder, Clement had already re-raised his gun, and the two fired several shots at the rapidly approaching shadow.

"Bang bang—"

The bullets hit the shadows, the rubble splattered, and the ground was cratered, but the shadows themselves were unaffected, like real shadows.

In an instant, the shadow came to the feet of Clement, who was standing at the forefront.

As if from two to three, the shadow agitated and rose from the ground, and Clement only had time to take half a step back when a slender, polished arm stretched out from the shadows, and five fingers into claws, pressed against the door in front of him.

It's Mr. C!

(End of chapter)