Chapter 72 Midnight Clock Tower

Audrey, who had already agreed on an emergency contact method with Xio and Fors, quickly passed on Mr. Fool's reminder to the two ladies through Susie, the golden retriever dog, as information she had learned from another channel.

In the corner of an old church, Xio was thinking about how to confirm the identity of Lanwusi, how to create chaos, seized the opportunity to avenge Williams, and unfolded the ball of paper.

...No need to confirm, that is Lanwusi? Xio's eyes suddenly widened, and he hurriedly scanned the following content, only to see that it was clearly written on the paper:

"It can only be reported to the Evernight Goddess Church."

"Remind them that Lanevus has the divinity of the 'True Creator'."

"Divinity? The divinity of the 'True Creator'?" Xio blurted out, and looked at the golden retriever who was in charge of delivering the letter in astonishment, and found that the other party also looked confused.

"What?" Fors listened, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, hurriedly took the paper, and read it quickly.

After a while, she pursed her lips, not knowing whether to laugh or to say angrily:

"This...is this a joke?"

"How did we get involved in the events about the evil gods and divinity?"

It's just catching a crafty scammer worth £200!

Regarding Forsi's question, Susie could only express with innocent eyes that I'm just a dog, and I don't know what it means.

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

"Miss Audrey is probably not as innocent and pure as we imagined. She has quite a few secrets."

"This may be a game between nobles and churches, and cult organizations."

"However, it can be clearly seen that she didn't know about divinity before, and she was also used by someone, um... the person who used her may be her father, Earl Hall."

"Fortunately, the matter has come to an end. You don't have to take any more risks. After you find someone to inform you, you can claim the reward with peace of mind."

Xio was startled and said:

"yes……"

"hope,

I hope the Nighthawks can avenge Williams, they are so powerful, they can definitely, they can..."

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

"I'm still too weak."

"too weak……"

Xio raised his hand abruptly, covering his mouth and nose.

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I'm still too weak...otherwise I would choose to take revenge with my own hands, but now I can only settle for the next best thing...not to mention the "giants" around Lanerus and those hidden helpers, just get the "divine" He and I shouldn't be able to deal with him... As long as the information is received, with the reaction speed of the Nighthawks, they should do it tonight. The Backlund Diocese is second only to the church headquarters. There are many sealed items and many powerful people. Or, there is no need to wait for additional helpers... After explaining the matter, Klein returned to the real world, put on a beard, changed his hairstyle, and stared blankly at the mirror for several minutes.

He was a little looking forward, a little excited, but also a little melancholy and powerless.

Before the evening came, he left the Kragg Club and returned to Minsk Street. On the way, he went to the grocery market, found a very busy stall with good business, and bought a few masks, including a clown's.

He decided to watch the roundup of Lanwusi tonight!

He wants to watch the other party pay the price for the previous madness with his own eyes!

Of course, with his strength, he can only watch from a very far away, and he doesn't even have the right to approach.

After waiting until 11 o'clock, when many people had entered the dreamland, Klein changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform and disguised himself like last night. Then he put on a peaked cap, walked around a few streets, and took a taxi to Baekeland. De Bridge area.

When he got there, he switched to walking and arrived at the East Balam Dock all the way.

His interview questions yesterday included questions such as "where is he currently living" and "how is the surrounding environment?", so he knew very well that Lanrus would stay at night in the dormitory provided by the dock workers' association.

However, Klein didn't get close to it, and circumvented it cautiously, aiming at the clock tower of the East Balam Dock.

——In Backlund, in addition to the towering and iconic bell towers of large churches, many government buildings will also have an additional one. It doesn’t have to be too tall, it doesn’t have to be grand, it doesn’t have to be gorgeous, it’s mainly practical, such as East Balam This one in the dock.

Compared with the tallest three-story buildings in the surrounding area, it is like a giant, towering into the night, overlooking the area.

Klein easily climbed into the interior of the bell tower, and walked quickly in the darkness along the endless spiral staircase.

Finally, he arrived at the destination, above the huge wall clock, surrounded by dark yellow fences, and above his head was a spire that could be touched by hand.

Taking a few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, determined the location, and looked towards the dock workers' dormitory.

It was a brick-red two-story building, and pedestrians who occasionally passed by were already close to black spots in Klein's eyes.

He stared for a few seconds, stepped back, and merged even more into the darkness.

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

This is a clown with the corners of his mouth turned up high and his nose painted with red oil paint.

Happy clown.

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Klein was wearing a clown mask just like that, standing in the thick darkness, waiting patiently for the scheduled good show.

This wait is two hours.

When the pointer of the large wall clock below passed 1 o'clock, he suddenly saw something flying in the distance.

It was a huge airship with a deep black paint job!

If it weren't for the faint moonlight shining, it would be indistinguishable from the night. It doesn't make exaggerated mechanical roars as described in newspapers and magazines. Its blades rotate quietly, and the whole is as quiet as a found bird. A vulture that has caught its prey but hasn't yet found its chance.

The strong and light alloy supports the skeleton of the cotton cloth, and the box of the machine gun muzzle, throwing port and muzzle hangs below, which is full of deterrence at first glance.

There is no sound... This is a temporary treatment with extraordinary means, right? Klein, wearing a clown mask, looked at the slowly descending airship and had some guesses in his heart.

At this moment, his biggest puzzlement is that the small-scale extraordinary battle in the densely populated area of ​​the city actually sent an airship!

Aren't you afraid of accidentally injuring the surrounding citizens in a large area? Aren't you afraid of causing panic?

Soon, the airship was suspended in the air at a height of about 10 meters. In this way, Klein didn't have to worry about being discovered. His position was much higher than this!

Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a guess, that is, most of the airships will not go into battle, but monitor the scene in the form of air dominance, providing operators with a better perspective, and preventing accidents and possible targets. fleeing.

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

The leader didn't wear a hat, had short-shaven golden brown hair, and dark green eyes as deep as a windless lake.

The collar of his shirt and windbreaker stood up high, and his palms were covered with a layer of blood-red gloves!

And a suitcase made of silver and white metal is being wrapped around his left hand through a chain of the same color.

This is Krestai Sesima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Nighthawks team of the Church of the Evernight Goddess. He is also one of the Big Three of the "Red Gloves" team. He happened to be in Backlund during this time.

Sesima glanced ahead, turned her head and said to the subordinate on the left:

"Use the sealed item '1-63'."

"Yes, Your Excellency Sesima." The nighthawk squatted down and helped Sesima untie the chain that wrapped around the silver-white suitcase.

During the whole process, Crestel Sesima's muscles were very tense, as if she was fighting against something.

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

The surrounding light suddenly disappeared, as if it was all sucked into the box, and a bone sword less than one meter long exuded a moist, pure white light, and slowly floated up.

Its blade holds a rustic silver-plated mirror.

The scenes reflected in the mirror are layer by layer, superimposed continuously, without end.

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

The small building is clearly reflected inside, and nothing seems to have changed.

Sesima breathed out slowly, stretched out her left hand, and held the bone sword that was less than one meter long.

The surrounding lighting has recovered a bit.

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

The three nighthawks opened the door and entered the gloomy and dim house, aiming at the stairs leading to the second floor.

At this moment, a tall but thin figure emerged from the shadows in the corner. He was wearing a black priest uniform, with light yellow curly hair and beast-like dark brown eyes.

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

At the same time, his right palm clenched tightly.

boom! boom! boom!

The trade unionists in this small brick-red building exploded one after another in their sleep, without even having time to scream.

Their bodies were torn apart and turned into sticky thick flesh and blood. Half of them rushed towards the "giant" to weave into a cloak that could resist spells and reduce damage, and half of them condensed into a long-haired giant blanket to cover the three Nighthawks.

Crestel Sesima just watched quietly and did nothing.

Silently, the flesh and blood dissipated, collapsed, and fell like raindrops, but did not stain the floor red.

In each room, figures resurfaced, still sleeping soundly.

"This is the world in the mirror. It is only for extraordinary people. The flesh bombs you presuppose in the bodies of ordinary people are all illusory here." Sesima handed the sacred bone sword to her right hand , raised up, and there was no light around.

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

Boom!

His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of blood and splashing on the three Nighthawks.

At the same time, at the cut of his left shoulder, the flesh and blood began to squirm crazily, and a new arm slowly grew, a bloody arm without skin for the time being.

Clap clap!

Zizizi!

Those bloody raindrops accurately avoided Sesima and the others, and fell to the floor, quickly corroding deep and black marks.

But no matter how hard they tried, they were always a hair's breadth away from the three Nighthawks, as if they were destined.

"My enemies are often unlucky." Sesima's lips curled up slightly, her footsteps slipped, and she flashed in front of the "giant" in an instant.

The "giant" stared, and his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into sticky flesh and blood, which quickly penetrated into the floor.

Sesima knelt down on one knee and inserted the sacred bone sword in her hand into the ground.

"Do not!"

In the dense darkness, a roar containing pain and fear broke out in an instant, and was immediately swallowed up by peace and tranquility.

Sesima stood up straight, pulled out the bone sword, and saw a drop of dark red blood slowly falling from its tip, and on the floor, the flesh and blood oozed out and solidified into a face of despair. "giant".

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Three shadows continuously appeared around Sesima's body, but they all fell down inexplicably, and were forcibly dragged down by many invisible objects!

boom! boom! boom! Another Nighthawk fired, and the surface of the silver bullet seemed to be engraved with the Holy Emblem of the Night.

The three assailants hiding in the shadows and wanting to assassinate appeared, twitching and losing their breath.

"'Bishop Rose', 'Hermit'...people from the Aurora Society." Sesima frowned, and said in a low voice without turning to her companion, "There is something wrong with this matter, it is very strange, you should be careful."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps, footsteps echoing in peace and silence.

Immediately, he saw Lanwusi, who was wearing a linen shirt and had a sharp face, walking down the dark stairs, with an indifferent and calm expression, without any fear.

"I'm very puzzled. To the Aurora Order, you should be a blasphemer. Why did they send someone to protect you?" Sesima asked casually, seemingly not aware of the abnormality.

Lanwusi showed his iconic mocking smile and said:

"this is very simple. "

"Because I am no longer pure Lanerus."

He paused, his eyes suddenly became cold:

"Now I am even more, 'True Creator'!"

He hurriedly pulled off his linen shirt, revealing part of the dark red flesh between his chest and abdomen without skin.

These flesh and blood joined together to form a figure hanging upside down!

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

This is the breath of the gods.

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