This New Party legislator who is over 40 years old, but has a lot of energy and a promising future, seems to have turned his entire body into a bomb from the head down, and it exploded into a sky of flesh and blood with a "boom", and even the bones in it disappeared without a trace.

From his broken body, a strange figure crawled out, its hands outstretched, as if embracing the sky, and the flesh that had not yet landed around was attracted by it, and poured back into the figure, turning into a blood-colored robe.

The bodyguards on both sides were knocked to the ground by the explosion, and when they got up, they saw this weird and crazy scene, and they turned around and ran away in fright.

The slower one was grabbed by the white arm sticking out of the blood-colored robe, and with astonishing force, he threw it off the podium and threw it into the few citizens in the audience who had not yet had time to escape.

It all happened in the midst of lightning and fire, and before Angel could recover from the shock of Congressman Maynard's transformation into a human bomber, the hapless bodyguard exploded through the crowd, blowing seven or eight citizens who were about to flee into a blur of flesh and blood.

At this point, the man who crawled out of the corpse of Councilor Maynard, who had only one intact head left, stood firm, stretching his limbs.

With short yellow hair, a high nose, and a handsome but neutral face, he is none other than the Aurora Priest who escaped from his near-death experience in Nmatt Harbor, Mr. C.

"Long time no see."

As if greeting an old friend for many years, Mr. C looked at Angel in the audience, smiled and whispered.

But there was no smile in his eyes, and the white-skinned right hand that had just killed a bodyguard and killed and injured many people was hit four times on his chest, up and down, right and left, like an upside-down cross.

Frightened by the continuous explosions, the citizens who froze in place reacted, screaming one after another, crowding out of the Aurora Society that had "resurrected" from the corpses.

"So you did it, to attract the crowd to gather, and then prepare to use them to sacrifice to the evil gods?"

The moment Angel saw Mr. C, she figured out all these connections, and she felt a lot more relaxed in her heart.

Now that the person behind the scenes has appeared, it is good to kill him.

Mobilizing spirituality, several pitch-black flames appeared out of thin air around her, and her right hand also raised the "thirst for blood", pouring into the spirituality, and was about to shoot a black flame bullet with an amazing effect on the "Bishop of Rose".

Mr. C didn't care about the flames that were close at hand, not even the screaming crowd of people fleeing, the god of the Aurora Society spread his hands outstretched, his waist tilted back slightly, and a strange smile on his face, as if he was hugging something towards the sky.

"Kara-"

Angel's chest made the sound of glass shattering, and a tiny crack appeared in the magic mirror she was hiding close to, and the surface became cold, as if even her heart was about to freeze.

Is this a warning from the Magic Mirror?

Before she had time to think about it, she took out the "magic pocket watch" from her pocket with her left hand as if she were a conditioned reflex, pressed the crown, and most of the black flames beside her flew towards Mr. C, except for one that flew upwards and away from the ground.

As the flash of fire appeared within the perceptual range of the "Flame Jump", flames poured out of her body, and then disappeared in place.

The flames did not dissipate immediately, but were engulfed in larger flames, and the entire floor of the park square seemed to be crushed and crushed by an invisible giant hand, and every stone floor was lifted, and scorching flames poured out from below, engulfing Mr. C, who stood in the center like a cross, and also engulfed the fleeing crowd.

"This madman ......"

Angel had just reappeared from a height of thirty meters in the flames when she was hit by the blast wave of the explosion and flew upwards a few meters, using the Assassin's "lightness" to stabilize her figure, allowing herself to descend at a slow pace, looking down in shock.

A few minutes ago, the street park was full of greenery and people, and most of the citizens had left the center of the explosion under Angel's threat, but at least nearly 100 people had not had time to leave the area in the crowd and stampede.

The severed limbs and arms were thrown all over the ground, faint moans and painful cries overlapped, and under the floor that was lifted, the brown and yellow soil had been stained black with blood, and the thick gunsmoke and bloody breath drifted upwards with the scorching air, making Angel in the air almost want to vomit.

The culprit in all this, Mr. C, emerges from the smoke of gunpowder.

Unscathed from the explosion he had caused, he squinted and took a deep breath of blood-smelling air, as if enjoying his results, then opened his eyes and glanced at Angel in the air, ignoring her and instead looking at a corner of the park.

At the end of his line of sight, a blonde woman in a long dress with a high bulging belly walked towards the center of the park against the fleeing crowd.

She staggered and staggered, half of her beautiful long blond hair remained, and the remaining half was clutched in her hands, and the corners of her mouth were cracked to the point of her cheekbones, revealing bright red gums and neatly aligned teeth.

Even if the crowd panicked and fled desperately to the outside of the park, they all got out of the way when they saw her appearance.

That's the evil god Megoos!

"The Creator of all!"

Mr. C faced Megoos, arms outstretched, and prayers rang loudly, as if to welcome his Lord.

"The master behind the veil of shadows;

"The depraved nature of all living beings."

As Megoos approached, Mr. C's prayer in the ancient Hermetic language grew louder and more excited.

"Your devout believers pray for your coming......"

Descending from the heights, Angel slammed into Mr. C at near-freefall speeds, stabbing the latter in the chest with a dagger of black flames, sending the rest of his prayers back into his belly with the flames.

"Advent is it!"

With a kick to knock down the aurora with black flames coming out of his body, Angel raised "thirst for blood" and pulled the trigger continuously.

"Bang-bang-"

Two large-caliber bullets shot at Mr. C's handsome face, but they were blocked by his hands raised in advance, and blood flowers were shot on his forearms.

Mr. C, whose prayer was interrupted, seemed to have only now come to his senses, and he struggled to his feet, black flames burning from his body, even the blood-colored robe made of flesh and blood.

In the next second, the "Bishop of the Rose" became low, from his feet to his torso, he turned into a shadow that even the sun could not illuminate, and he was about to burrow into the ground.

"Bang-"

Angel, who had been prepared, stepped forward with her right foot, centered on the position where she stepped on the ground, and the biting cold spread, and a layer of hard ice formed on the surface of the flesh and blood covering the podium, blocking Mr. C, who was about to "dive into the shadows", out!

After facing the "shepherds" with various means, it feels like the "Bishop of the Rose" is nothing......

Angel throws away the strange thought in her head, raises her pistol, and fires the last bullet, rekindling Mr. C, who has turned back into a human form.

"Boom-"

Another blast was accompanied by an explosion, and a splash of blood exploded in front of Mr. C, and Angel took a few steps back and jumped off the podium.

Her gaze passed through the blood mist that drifted through the air, and saw Mr. C, who had dropped an arm, turned into a shadow, burrowed into the ground where there was no frost to obstruct him, and disappeared without a trace.

Angel quickly emptied the cartridge casings from the nest and reloaded the bullets, loading the precious "light fragment" into the last of the five empty slots.

Then she looked behind the podium, but her view was blocked and she could no longer follow the wriggling shadow.

He fled?

No, the envoy shouldn't just run away, the evil god he was going to summon is still here...... And judging from his prayer just now, could it be their "true creator" who will summon the Aurora?

Feeling the movement behind her, Angel turned around and looked at Megoos, who was approaching, still a little incredulous, her bulging belly was pregnant with the heir of an evil god.

The expression on the poor woman's face became clearer as she was crying or laughing, tears were bleeding from the corners of her eyes, but her mouth was grinning upwards, revealing two rows of teeth that were gradually becoming sharper.

Behind her, three belated night watchmen pressed close.

Dunn Smith holds a palm-sized square urn in both hands, the box is silvery-white, and it is carved with mysterious patterns, just looking at it makes it feel like the body and mind are wrapped in a peaceful atmosphere.

Leonard Mitchell's face was gloomy, his sleeves rolled up, and a thick, pale vein wrapped around his left wrist.

Klein Moretti also had a calm face, clutching a golden charm that exuded a warm touch in his hand, he looked at Angel opposite, his expression gradually relaxed, and then became serious again.

Surrounded by four people, Megaoos stood still, leaning towards Angel, his neck twisting strangely at a large angle to look at the night watchman behind him, and the blood marks on his face that were scratched by himself and reached deep into his facial bones kept bleeding blood.

The bloodshot eyes were fixed on Dunn, who was standing closer, staring at the ashes of the Sage in his hand.

The menacing aura made Megooss tremble in her belly.

"You want to kill him, kill my child!"

Turning abruptly, her jaw opening at an angle far beyond the limit, the corners of Megoos's mouth cracked all the way to her ear, and a sharp cry came out of her mouth.

(End of chapter)