Chapter 89 88. This guy must be crazy

"Wow! Ahem......"

The 'worker', or 'phantom pain', spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, his body a little shaky.

More than a dozen blood holes were punched out of his body, like a sieve, but with the characteristics of the [Pain] system, he didn't shed much blood, and he could barely stand.

My brain was running at a high speed, and I thought of a countermeasure in an instant.

Although I don't know why I inexplicably broke into the military restricted area, I may not be able to escape now......

No! Be sure to escape! Be sure to tell your fellow members of the association what you have seen before!

Then take advantage of the fact that the strong man here has not yet come, activate the [Painful Gaze], subdue the group of ordinary soldiers in front of him, and win a glimmer of life for himself!

The Phantom Pain's years of experience in battling wits and courage with the Order made him think of countermeasures quickly, and with his sound eye, he locked onto a crusader on the opposite side.

The appearance is young and young; Pale complexion, not gallant; dark eye sockets, poor spirits; He didn't even dare to raise a gun at himself, so he could only shrink aside.

This is the best target of the Painful Gaze, which can be applied as quickly as possible, and can affect those around it as quickly as possible.

So the 'Phantom Pain' immediately mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and then with the help of the pain caused by the injuries on his body, the effect of the [Painful Gaze] was urged to the extreme, and the only remaining one-eyed stared at the crusader who was only submissive, and inspiration poured out, locking on this soft persimmon.

"Feel the pain...... Belch...... Ahh!!hhhhh ”

The 'Phantom Pain' suddenly let out an inexplicable scream, and the strength instantly lost control, and he could no longer stand, and fell to the ground with a poof, struggling with all his might.

The injuries that had been forcibly suppressed before couldn't be suppressed, and several bloody arrows spurted out of his body, and blood and tears kept pouring out of his single eye.

"Ah!! Belch...... Yes! How so? How could it be the fifth order? ”

In the blood-red sight of the 'Phantom Pain', the excellent target he had previously found suddenly changed from a submissive boy to a strong man with a resolute face and a round waist, wearing the military uniform of the chief knight of the Holy Inquisition.

It's not a great target at all, it's a high-ranking powerhouse sitting here!

Using [Painful Gaze], a skill that focuses on bullying the weak, on the strong in a high position, and using inspiration to lock on others, is somewhat self-inflicted......

'Phantom Pain' doesn't understand at all, how could I be dazzled at such a critical moment?

But he didn't have more time to think, the gunshot wound on his body coupled with the backlash of his ability made his reason like a snowflake in the sun in extreme pain, dissipating and dissolving rapidly, and soon lost his ability to think, falling into [severe madness]

Soon, his limbs began to twist and change, developing towards an indescribable painting style, and the flesh buds and tentacles began to emerge from the gunshot wounds on his body, and they began to twitch and squirm.

He couldn't even comprehend what it felt like to be 'in pain', and the screams in his mouth turned into a murmur of unknown meaning:

"I see it...... I see it...... I really saw ......."

"In the name of veto!"

The knight who had somehow become a 'soft persimmon' let out a shout, and the two [veto] forces smashed into the 'phantom pain', temporarily vetoing his ability to act and release mental pollution.

"Eighteenth district, fourth floor, as soon as possible."

The knight commanded in a long and concise manner.

He didn't risk killing the Phantom Pain directly, this guy was already out of control, so according to the usual practice, he took the safest disposal and threw it back to the rear.

Then he asked the crusaders beside him:

“？？？”

One of the crusaders spread his hands and replied in confusion:

"Uh...... I'm sorry sir, we don't know the specifics, but we saw this guy running up and down this way like he was going out on an outing, and after two warnings to no avail, the brothers opened fire. ”

The other person next to him also looked confused, and helped to add:

"yes, this guy must be crazy, right? But how did he come all the way to such a remote place? ”

The knight nodded, and said with a sigh of gold:

“…………”

Then he waved his hand to signal that the matter was over, not taking this little episode too seriously.

I wouldn't have thought that this guy who ran to his death for no reason would be a key criminal being pursued by the Holy Grace Court.

……………………

As soon as Lloyd had finished his dinner tonight, he heard a knock at the door, and when he opened it, he saw that it was a package from the post office, and the sender was Andrew, a quartermaster.

He had told Lloyd that the time was within three days, but he didn't expect it to be a conservative statement, and the things were delivered so quickly.

Since Ephrol hadn't come back yet, Lloyd hurried to unpack and look at the three materials ordered-

Dream flower juice, bottled thoughts, intellectual nematodes.

It's all a specialty that can only be made in a quiet city.

Lloyd checked the quality of the item a little more with his inspiration, then nodded.

The spirit is full and calm, the quality is good, and it belongs to the middle and upper grade of good goods.

Considering the delivery time, he couldn't help but admire this inconspicuous-looking quartermaster priest a little, and he really had some tricks and means.

Sure enough, people who can get into a place like the Quartermaster Department should not be underestimated.

Now that the materials are complete, it is possible to verify whether the White Knight's modification plan is effective, but it is clear that his own home is not a suitable testing ground.

Lloyd was going to rent a basement or something outside.

He had already looked at the place in advance, and there was a sizable occult club near the 'subway' exit when he got off work.

The Shining City has never lacked an atmosphere of mystery and transcendence, and there are many enthusiasts among the people, as well as wild occultists and transcendents.

The Order is not the only way to reach out to the mysterious and the transcendent, and there are many other ways to find them.

For example, joining legitimate schools and associations of folk studies, or going to a club to mingle, or going to other transcendent people to teach them.

I don't know what kind of considerations the Bright Order has, so I chose the attitude of 'no support and no ban', as long as I don't get in touch with the taboo system, and allow others to take legal paths by themselves.

This will naturally breed some lawbreakers, but there will also be more folk masters, and some will be adopted by the Order for their own use.

As far as Lloyd knew, there were a lot of such wild players on the side of the Holy Court.

There is almost no Holy Inquisition, and this is the difference between military institutions and research institutes.

At the same time, he has no reason to feel that the chess pieces on the 'chessboard' are like this kind of folk masters.

(End of chapter)