Audrey, who had already agreed on emergency contact with Hugh and Furth, quickly relayed Mr. Fool's prompt to the two ladies through Susie, the golden retriever, as information she had obtained from another source.

In the corner of an old church, Hugh unfolded a paper ball as he pondered how to confirm the identity of Laneus, how to create chaos, and seize the opportunity to avenge Williams.

...... There was no need to confirm it, it was Lanerus's eyes widening, and he hurriedly swept over the next content, only to see that it was clearly written on the paper:

"It can only be reported to the Church of the Night Goddess. ”

"Remind them that there is a divinity of the 'true Creator' in Lanrius. ”

"Divinity?" the divinity of the 'true creator'?" Hugh blurted out, looking at the golden retriever dog in front of him who was in charge of delivering the letter, and found that the other party was also confused.

"What?" Furth listened, suddenly feeling that something was wrong, and hurriedly took the paper in his hand, and read it quickly.

After a moment, she pursed her lips, and said in a way that she didn't know whether to laugh or be angry:

"This ...... It's a joke, right?"

"How did we get involved in the events of the gods and divinities?"

It's just a £200 swindler!

Susie could only use innocent eyes to express that I was just a dog, and I didn't know what it meant.

Furth didn't expect a dog to answer her doubts, she turned her head to Hugh and said:

"Miss Audrey is probably not as innocent and innocent as we think, and she has a lot of secrets. ”

"This may be a game between the aristocracy and the church, and with the cult. ”

"However, it can be clearly seen that she didn't know about divinity before, and she was also used, huh...... The person who took advantage of her might be her father, Earl Hall. ”

"Thankfully, this is the end of the matter, you don't have to take any more risks, and once you have someone to report it, you can claim your bounty with peace of mind. ”

Hugh was stunned and said:

"yes......"

"Hopefully, hopefully, the night watchmen can help Williams get revenge, they're so strong, they can, they can, they can......"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly turned her head to look to the side, and said as if talking to herself:

"I'm still too weak. ”

"Too weak......"

Hugh jerked up his hand and covered his mouth and nose.

............

I'm still too weak...... Otherwise, I would have chosen to take revenge with my own hands, but for now I can only settle for the next best thing...... Not to mention the "giants" around Lanerus and the hidden helpers, I shouldn't be able to deal with him just because he has obtained the "divinity"...... As long as the information is received, with the reaction speed of the night watcher, he should be able to do it tonight, the Bakerland Diocese is second only to the church headquarters, there are many seals, there are many strong people, there is no need to wait for additional helpers...... After explaining what happened, Crane returned to the real world, put on a mustache, changed his hairstyle, and stared in the mirror for several minutes.

He was a little excited, a little melancholy and powerless.

Before evening, he left the Kragg Club and returned to Minsk Street, where he went to the grocery market, found a very busy stall at random, and bought a few masks, including one of the clowns.

He decided to watch the round-up of Lanrius tonight!

He wants to see the other party pay for the previous madness!

Of course, with his strength, he must only be able to look far away, and he doesn't even have the right to get close.

By 11 o'clock, when many people had gone to dream, Crane changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself as he had done last night, and then he put on a cap and went around a few blocks to ride a cab to the Beckland Bridge area.

Once there, he changed to walking, all the way to the dockyard of East Bailang.

In his interview yesterday, he asked questions such as "where he currently lives" and "what is his surroundings?" so he knew that Lanerus would be in the dormitory provided by the Dockers' Association at night.

However, Klein did not go any closer, cautiously bypassing it, and aimed for the clock tower of the East Bailang Dockyard.

- In Beckland, in addition to the large churches with the towering iconic bell towers, many government buildings will also have an additional one, not necessarily too tall, not necessarily magnificent, not necessarily ornate, but mainly practical, such as this one in the East Bailang dockyard.

Compared to the tallest three-story buildings in the surrounding area, it is like a giant, towering into the night and looking down on the area.

Crane easily climbed into the bell tower, and made his way through the darkness along the endless staircase that spiraled upwards.

At last, he reached his destination, above the huge wall clock, surrounded by a dark yellow fence and a spire that he could reach overhead.

A few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, discerning the location, and looked out over the docks' union quarters.

It was a brick-red, two-story building, and the occasional passer-by was close to a black spot in Klein's eyes.

He stared for a few seconds, then took a step back, blending more into the darkness.

At the same time, he took out his newly purchased mask and put it on his face.

This is a clown with an upturned mouth and a nose painted with red oil paint.

Happy clown.

............

Crane just wore a clown mask and stood in the thick darkness, patiently waiting for the scheduled show.

That's two hours.

After the hands of the large wall clock below him had crossed 1 o'clock, he suddenly saw something flying in the distance.

It's a huge airship with a deep black livery!

If it weren't for the meager moonlight, it would be inseparable from the night, and unlike the exaggerated roar of machinery described in newspapers and magazines, its paddles swirled silently, and the whole thing was as quiet as a vulture that had found its prey but had not yet found its chance.

The sturdy and lightweight alloy supports the skeleton of the cotton cloth, and the boxes with the muzzle, throwing muzzle, and muzzle of the machine gun are hung underneath, and it is full of deterrent power at first glance.

No sound...... Wearing a clown mask, Crane looked at the slowly descending airship and had a certain guess in his heart.

At this moment, his biggest puzzle was that the small-scale extraordinary battle in the densely populated area of the city actually sent airships!

Aren't you afraid of injuring the surrounding citizens on a large scale? Aren't you afraid of causing panic?

Soon, the airship was suspended in mid-air about 10 meters, so that Klein didn't have to worry about being discovered, his position was much higher than that!

Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a guess, that is, most of the airships will not be engaged in combat, but will monitor the scene in a supremacious way, providing a better perspective for the operators to prevent accidents and possible escapes of the target.

At this time, three figures wearing black trench coats quietly appeared in front of the two-story brick-red building.

The leader wore no hat, had short-shaved blond-brown hair, and dark green eyes as deep as a windless lake.

The neckline of his shirt and trench coat stood high, and his palms were covered with a layer of gloves as red as blood!

A suitcase made of silver-white metal was wrapped around his left hand by a chain of the same color.

This is none other than Crestai Sesima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Night Goddess Church's Nightwatcher team, who is also one of the Big Three of the "Red Glove" team, and is in Beckland during this time.

Sesima glanced ahead, turned his head to his left, and said:

"Use the seal '1-63'. ”

"Yes, Sir Sesima. The night watchman half-crouched down and helped Cesima untie the chain that wrapped around the silver-white suitcase.

The whole time, Crestel Cesima's muscles tightened and seemed to be fighting something.

The night watchman on the left took a silent breath and pressed down sharply, causing the surface of the silver-white box to crack with illusory ripples.

The surrounding light disappeared, and it seemed that all of them had been sucked into the box, and a bone sword less than a meter away from a moist, pure white light, slowly floating.

Its blade holds a quaint silver-plated mirror.

The scene reflected in the mirror, layer after layer, is constantly superimposed, and there is no end.

The night watchman on the left picked up the mirror and pointed it at the small brick-red building.

The small building is clearly reflected inside, and everything seems to have not changed.

Sesima exhaled slowly, stretched out his left hand, and grasped the bone sword that was less than a meter away.

The surrounding light has then recovered somewhat.

"Let's go inside. He stepped forward and approached the entrance of the small brick building.

The three night watchmen opened the door and entered the gloomy and dimly lit house, aiming for the staircase leading to the second floor.

At that moment, a tall, thin figure emerged in the shadows of the corner, dressed in a black clergyman's uniform, with pale yellow curly hair and beastly dark brown eyes.

"You are the sword of the goddess?" said the "giant" who was close to two meters said in a low voice.

At the same time, his right palm clenched suddenly.

Bang! Bang!

One by one, the union workers in the small brick-red building exploded in their sleep, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Their bodies were torn apart, reduced to a thick body of flesh, half of which flocked to the "giants" to weave into a cloak that would resist spells and reduce damage, and half of which was condensed into a giant carpet of hair, covering the three night watchmen.

Crestai Cesima just watched and did nothing.

Silently, the flesh dissipated, crumbled, and rained down, but it didn't stain the floor red.

In each room, figures reappeared, still asleep.

"This is the world in the mirror, the world in the mirror only for the extraordinary, and the flesh bombs you presupposed in the bodies of ordinary people are all illusory here. Sesima took the relict bone sword in her right hand and raised it, leaving no light around her.

"Hmph!" The "giant" suddenly grabbed his left shoulder with his right palm, tore off his entire arm violently, and threw it straight forward with blood on his bones!

Bang!

His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of blood on the three night watchmen.

At the same time, at the cut in his left shoulder, the flesh began to squirm wildly, and a new arm slowly grew, a bloody arm that had no skin for the time being.

Bang Bang Bang!

Zizizizi!

The blood-colored raindrops accurately avoided Sesima and the others, and fell to the floor, quickly corroding into deep and black marks.

But no matter how hard they tried, they were always close to the three night watchmen, as if they were meant to be.

"My enemies are often unlucky. The corners of Secima's mouth curled slightly, and her footsteps slid away, and she flashed in front of the "giant" in an instant.

The giant's gaze froze, and his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into sticky flesh and blood, which quickly penetrated into the floor.

Sesima knelt on one knee and plunged the relict bone sword in her hand into the ground.

"No!"

In the thick darkness, a roar of pain and fear erupted in an instant, and was completely engulfed by peace and quiet.

Sesima straightened up, drew the bone sword, and saw a drop of dark red blood slowly falling from its tip, and above the floor, the flesh poured out and solidified into a desperate face, it was the "giant" whose mouth drooped slightly.

Smack!

Three shadows appeared around Sesima's body in a row, but all of them fell inexplicably, and were forcibly pulled down by many invisible things!

Bang, bang, bang! Another night watchman fired, and the silver-white bullet seemed to be engraved with the emblem of the night.

The three assailants, who had hidden in the shadows and wanted to assassinate, appeared, convulsing and losing their breath.

"'Bishop Rose', 'Hermit'...... People of the Aurora Society. Sesima frowned, and said in a low voice without turning to her companion, "This thing is a little wrong, it's strange, you have to be careful." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps, footsteps echoing in the tranquility and silence.

Immediately, he saw Laneuse, dressed in a linen shirt with an angular face, walking down the dimly lit staircase, his expression indifferent and calm, without the slightest hint of fear.

"I'm confused, to the Aurora Society, you should be a blasphemer, why would they send someone to protect you?" asked Sesima casually, seemingly unaware of the anomaly.

With his trademark mocking smile, Lanerus said:

"It's simple. ”

"Because I'm no longer pure Lanrius. ”

He paused, and his gaze suddenly became cold:

"I'm even more now, the 'True Creator'!"

He pulled back his linen shirt, revealing the skinless part of his chest and abdomen.

These flesh and blood are joined together to form an upside-down figure!

Suddenly, the surrounding void shattered like glass, and all the scenes collapsed.

This is the breath of the gods.

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