It was actually led by a senior deacon, or a senior deacon with holy relics.

Angel breathed a sigh of relief, this time Lanerus should be unable to fly.

She watched as three night watchmen entered the union quarters carrying a strange mirror and closed the door. Calm then returned to the area around the East Bailang dockyard, and the airship's propellers had stopped, floating in place on the buoyancy of hydrogen.

Only the machine gun on the box shook from time to time, indicating that time did not stand still.

Angel waited patiently, waiting for the battle in the dormitory to be decided, waiting for Lanrius to die under the sword of the goddess.

At this time, she found that the gas lamps near the dormitory were extinguished one by one, as if the flames were blown out by the spreading wind, and then, the incomparably majestic airship floating nearby seemed to lose its buoyancy, and began to fall slowly, and the propeller turned violently like crazy, trying to restore the airship to stability, but to no avail.

At the center of these visions, the dock union dormitory erupted with an incomparably terrifying, extremely evil aura, which Angel had felt several times during this time, the breath of the "true creator"!

The breath swept through the falling airship and enveloped Angel, and she was as if she had been swept by an invisible storm, and for a moment she was cold, and her hands and feet were numb, as if she had returned to the day when Tingen had confronted Megoos and the evil god in her womb, and like when she saw the bronze-skinned Laneus in two divinations, and was countered by the divinity of the Creator.

Could it be that the evil god has come again? What about the Red Gloves? What about the "Sword of the Goddess" Sesima?

She gritted her teeth and supported her body with her hands on the railing in front of her, so that her legs would not fall to the ground with her legs limp, and her eyes stared at the brick-red building.

Should I go in and give it a try? Perhaps the dormitory is in a fierce confrontation with the Red Gloves, and he is the last straw that crushes the other party.

But if you rush into the fight, will it affect the Red Gloves who are fighting?

In the midst of hesitation, the evil aura of the true Creator suddenly vanished, as if He had never come.

The street lights came back on one by one, and the airship that almost touched the ground stopped its downward trend, stabilized its posture, and began to rise slowly.

Winner or loser?

Angel trembled and regained her footing, watching the airship float high into the air, machine guns and guns aimed at the brick-red dormitory building, just as she did waiting for the final result.

She took out the magic mirror from her bosom, sighed and polished the surface, and then infused her spirituality and tried to perform divination.

"The Magic Mirror tells me the current state of Crestai Secima."

Bypassing a potential counterattack, Angel first asks the Magic Mirror about the other side of the battle.

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In the brick-red union dormitory, in the hall on the first floor, several men in black robes were lying on the ground staggered, their bodies covered with bullet holes, and blood was pouring all over the ground.

Two men in trench coats and red gloves leaned against the wall, their eyes closed and unconscious, and between them was a quaint mirror facing the sky, reflecting the ceiling of the hall.

"Sword of the Goddess" Crestai Cesima knelt on one knee, his trench coat was torn into strips of cloth, and his white shirt was covered with blood, he supported his body with his red-gloved hands, straightened his neck, and looked at the staircase in front of him, the silver-white box next to him was open, and the interior was empty.

Between opening his mouth to gasp, a twisted, as if screaming face, appeared on the high deacon's teeth, as if a ghost was lodged in it.

At the end of his line of sight, a pure white bone sword, the holy object that he had never left was inserted between the chest and abdomen of the darker-skinned, angular face, only the hilt was exposed, and the large piece of flesh on the latter's chest seemed to disappear, leaving a hollow, and even the wall behind him could be seen through it.

Lanrius stood straight, unaffected by the fatal wound, and he even had a smile on his face, with his trademark mocking grin.

"You industrious night owls, as did Tingen, lived up to my expectations, and although you missed the traces of the mutated animals I deliberately created, and the prostitutes I tortured and killed, you finally caught the clues in the extermination operation of the stupid Bishop Rose, found my dwelling, and helped me escape the influence of the real creator."

"Thank you, thank you so much, don't worry, I'm not sarcastic this time, I'm really thanking you, look at my sincere eyes!"

He spoke very quickly, with a sarcastic tone, and pulled out the pure white bone sword on his chest with exaggerated movements, the wound lost the support of the murder weapon, but not much blood flowed, but a few wisps of wriggling flesh gradually grew from the inside, slowly repairing the wound that penetrated back and forth.

"As a token of appreciation, let me use this sword to send you on your way," Lanrius brandished his bone sword and approached Sesima slowly, "Unfortunately, I can't keep this weapon, or they'll use it to track you down." If it can kill the divinity of the true creator, even if it is just a trace of divinity, it must be a high-order seal, well, that's what you call magical items, right? ”

Talking to himself like a chatterbox, he approached the half-kneeling Sesima, whose eyes flashed with a gleam, and the space around him was instantly enveloped in an atmosphere of tranquility.

Feeling this tranquility, Lanerus, who was holding a bone sword, suddenly felt that he should sleep well on the floor of the hall until dawn, and his eyelids had the same thought, becoming heavy and gradually closing.

Just as his eyes were about to close, his face changed, and he bit the tip of his tongue to sober himself up.

"You guys still have power...... Hum. ”

With a cold snort, he threw the bone sword out, and the target was not Sesima, whose eyes were half-closed and ready to pull the enemy into a dream, but the unconscious night watchman in the corner.

"No!"

With a loud shout, Sesima's eyes widened, and with a wave of her hand, she used her hard-earned strength to guide the bone sword to the side, grazing the body of the night watchman and stabbing it into the wall.

With this time, Lanerus quickly escaped the effects of the dream, and he did not dare to try to kill the unpredictable "Goddess Sword" again, but turned around and walked quickly upstairs, climbed out of the stairwell window, and landed lightly, to the small alley behind the dormitory.

Expertly lifting the manhole cover on the ground, he climbed the ladder with both hands and slid straight down into the sewer.

Several of the night watchers are no longer capable of fighting, and it may take a few minutes for the airship outside to detect the anomaly, and this is my escape time!

"Bang bang."

Stepping on shallow sewage, the wounds in his chest and abdomen were slowly being repaired by the granulations, Lanerus seemed to return to his home in the sewers, expertly crossing one bend after another, occasionally choosing to go back a little at the fork in the road, entering another passage, but always away from the position of the East Bailang dock.

Just run a few hundred more meters, back to the ground, back to the streets of the East End, and these stupid night watchmen won't be able to find me......

He stopped abruptly and stood in the middle of the passage.

A figure appeared in the open space in front of him.

In the dark vision of Lanrius, the other party took off his hood as if he didn't care about revealing his identity, revealing a round, featureless young woman's face, and her long black hair fluttering without wind, like a demon who had come to seek revenge.

"Great, you're not dead yet."

There was a hint of happiness in her clear voice, almost making Lanlius think that the other party was here to help her.

"There are actually people ambushing here, I said how come I smell blood from afar."

Looking back in the direction leading to the dockyard in East Bailang, he took a deep breath and began to talk as if he were an old friend.

"Is it possible that it is the smell of your hands stained with the blood of innocent people?"

The mysterious woman approached step by step, and took out the dagger behind her in a hurry, and her fingers quickly swiped on the spine of the knife, igniting a black flame that made the dagger dance in her nimble hand like a torch.

"Innocent people? Who? Lanerus stepped back step by step, his eyes began to look for other ways to leave, but he mocked the other party, "I'm sorry, there are too many, I can't remember clearly." ”

"It's okay, I'll let you remember."

To his surprise, the other party was not provoked by his verbal attack, and the featureless, expressionless round face showed a smile.

(End of chapter)