Chapter 73 The Mocking Smile

On the clock tower of the East Balam Dock, Klein, wearing a clown mask and hiding in the deep darkness, has been quietly staring at the dormitory of the Dockworkers Association and at the airship suspended above it.

He couldn't see the specific battle process, let alone know the progress of the action in the small brick-red building. He could only endure it forcibly, judging whether the situation was good or bad from the changes in the surrounding scenes and the occasional black dots passing by. .

At this moment, he saw the gas street lamps in that area suddenly go out.

All off!

It's getting dark in there!

Immediately afterwards, a feeling that impressed him to the extreme erupted from the small brick-red building. Even after a long distance, Klein couldn't help trembling all over his body, his legs were weak, and his back was bent.

That is the feeling of looking down and crushing creatures in essence.

That is a feeling that cannot be resisted and cannot be faced!

No, don't look directly at God... In a trance, Klein seemed to have returned to the beginning, to the lobby of the Blackthorn Security Company. It seemed that he was activating his spiritual vision, wanting to spy on Megose's mental state and peep into her stomach. baby.

That feeling is exactly the same as now!

No, it's more extreme and terrifying now!

How could this be? Isn't Lanerus only a bit of divinity bestowed by the "True Creator"? Add one or two corresponding items at most! How could it smell like the evil god is coming?

Before Klein could get rid of the trembling of his body and the runaway thoughts, he suddenly felt a deep, quiet, and deep black engulfing the previous taste that could not be directly seen, peeped, or resisted.

The two disappeared at the same time, and the surrounding gas street lamps jumped out of fairly bright flames one after another, and the airship that couldn't stop falling just now floated up again.

Everything has been restored to its original state, and it seems that nothing has changed.

But Klein didn't think so. He stood up straight and understood that something crucial happened in the small brick-red building.

There is no longer the feeling that the essence and level surpass Extraordinary, and there is no longer the smell of evil gods descending. This shows that the "True Creator" or Lanerus's plan has failed... But the Nighthawks should also suffer. dealt a severe blow,

There may not be any energy left... At this moment, Klein's heart moved, and he quickly untied the pendulum in the cuff of his left wrist, held it with one hand, and said in a low voice:

"The current Lanerus is no longer dangerous."

After repeating it seven times quickly, he opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant rotating counterclockwise, but the speed was not fast and the range was not large.

This shows that Lanwusi is still a dangerous person, but the degree is quite low.

Klein is more concerned about another point:

Divination never fails again!

This shows that Lanwusi has been separated from the divinity bestowed by the "True Creator", and is essentially separated!

As the bone-piercing cold wind blew, Klein shivered violently, feeling as if an electric current had penetrated from the soles of his feet into his mind in an instant.

Maybe, I can do something! Such a thought flashed through him suddenly, without further hesitation, he walked four steps backwards on the top floor of the dark bell tower, and entered above the gray mist.

He didn't waste time, sat down directly, and manifested a piece of yellow-brown parchment, manifesting a divination statement:

"Lanerus's escape path."

Klein leaned back, quickly meditated, and fell into a deep dream.

In that illusory, fragmented, and misty world, he saw ditches flowing with sewage, dark and dirty passages, and rusty metal pipes.

It's cramped, closed.

There are sewers!

Klein woke up immediately, covered himself with spirituality, and fell into the gray mist.

As soon as he returned to the real world, he immediately took a few steps back and came to the side of the bell tower facing away from the airship.

Klein didn't take the spiral staircase, and directly climbed out of the dark yellow fence. With the help of the platforms, protrusions, and decorations on the surface of the building, he jumped down layer by layer, balancing his body as if walking on the ground.

It only took a short time for his feet to step on the thick stone slabs of the street.

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In the small brick-red building, two night watchers wearing red gloves collapsed by the door, unconscious. The quaint silver-plated mirror rolled to the corner, but it was no longer special at all, and it could not be seen that it was "1" at all. "Level Sealed Artifact.

But it can be clearly felt that it is recovering bit by bit.

Creste Sesima knelt on one knee at the intersection, a line of liquid like blood and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes on both sides.

His short golden-brown hair was hanging limply, and the collar of his windbreaker and shirt had become ragged, revealing his pointed chin and thin, rigid mouth.

As he continued to pant, a distorted half-illusory and translucent face appeared on each of his teeth.

Sesima supported the ground with her left palm in the red glove. She straightened her neck with difficulty and looked forward.

Directly in front of him was the stairs leading to the second floor. On the stairs stood Lanrus with his linen shirt fully open.

Lanwusi stood there upright, with the pure white and moist sacred bone sword inserted between his chest and abdomen.

The flesh and blood without skin, which outlined the flesh and blood of the hanging figure, disappeared at this moment, leaving a void.

Indistinctly, through this void, one can even see the back of Lanwusi from the front of him.

Lanwusi moved with great difficulty, suddenly laughed loudly, and laughed wildly:

"Haha, haha, thank you!"

"I really want to thank you!"

"Really, look into my sincere eyes, I really want to thank you!"

"If you hadn't discovered and arrived in time, in a few months, I would truly become the carrier of the coming of the 'True Creator'. At that time, what is the difference between my state and my death?"

Sesima was obviously stunned when she heard it, and she couldn't believe that the guy who she had destroyed the most relying on was so happy at this moment.

He wanted to stand up now, but couldn't stand up, wanted to resist, but was powerless to resist.

Lan Wusi saw his doubts, coughed and laughed:

"You know what? For people like me, after doing a great thing to be proud of, it's the saddest thing to have no one to share it with."

"Cough, when I was in Tingen City, I was deceived by the 'True Creator'. He not only returned by making offspring, but also secretly planted 'saplings' in my body."

"No, I even think that Megose's child is just a cover for him. He didn't even ask the members of the Aurora Society to protect her or draw attention. He seemed to know that this matter would fail from the very beginning."

"His true descent was arranged on me. The divinity He bestowed on me suddenly combined with the 'sapling' in my body after I arrived in Backlund. Haha, can you imagine? I am being replaced bit by bit , being replaced by Him bit by bit! At the end, I will become the 'true creator'."

"Before I could figure out a way, I was found by people from the Aurora Society based on their divine induction. Fortunately, they are all simple-minded lunatics. Haha, there are always so many stupid people."

Cough cough cough! Lanwusi spat out blood, and seemed to have regained some mobility.

He took a step forward with difficulty, and for some reason, his sharp-edged face suddenly softened a lot, and it looked more like the original one.

Lanwusi reached out and pressed the handrail of the stairs, and laughed mockingly:

"Fortunately, if the true Creator wants to come down completely and completely replace me, he needs a lot of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment and primitive evil. Only Backlund, only the East District, the factory district and the dock district can satisfy him. request, and that gave me the opportunity, the opportunity to reach out to other people."

"I know that it is unrealistic to call the police simply through the people I contacted, because the people I contacted are probably also members of the Aurora Society."

"At first I wanted to instigate a strike and get the police department to notice me, but I was warned by the Aurora Society and tortured, so I had to end it in a hurry."

"I pretended to be a little out of control, and got a chance to go to the sewer to vent my anger. In the process, I secretly polluted some creatures living there with blood, turning them into vicious mutant monsters. Unfortunately, in your Before checking it out, this matter was discovered by the Aurora Society. It seems that some of their members died at the hands of mutant monsters. Hey, I have no divinity, no 'saplings', and no blood like this anymore. It works."

"After that, I was controlled more strictly, but I still found an opportunity. I killed a prostitute and used the most cruel method to attract the attention of the police. Pretending to be part of a serial murder case, I still haven't been able to wait to be rescued."

"I don't have a similar opportunity anymore, so I can only use a more ingenious method. I actively ask the most vicious, crazy and radical members of the Aurora Society to watch over me, and this is exactly what they want. Hehe, they can't use their brains to think about it." Do you think? This kind of lunatic will cause trouble at any time, and sure enough, you are here!"

Huh... At this moment, Lanwusi exhaled, moved his body, and seemed to finally get rid of the remaining influence.

He pulled out the holy bone sword inserted between his chest and abdomen, and said regretfully:

"It's a pity that I can't take it away, otherwise I will be locked and found by you soon."

After the pure white bone sword left his body completely, the exaggerated wound did not leave a drop of blood, and the missing part did not seem to belong to Lanerus.

Lanwusi pressed his chest with his right hand, and bowed to Cresta Sesima and others:

"The people on the airship outside should be recovering soon, I can't stay any longer."

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"Although you are stupid, you helped me after all."

"It's an honor for you stupid bastards."

Having said that, he straightened his body and said with a mocking smile:

"Goodbye, stupid Nighthawks."

"Use your lives to see me off."

Holding the sacred bone sword, he took a few steps forward, trying to stab Cresta Sesima.

But at this time, his eyelids began to become heavy, and he just wanted to fall down and sleep.

"So you still have some strength, so this is troublesome..." Lanwusi bit his tongue lightly, and suddenly threw the sacred bone sword in his hand, and threw it at the Nighthawk who was unconscious by the door!

"Do not!"

Sesima waved her hand with the strength she had finally accumulated, causing the invisible thing to divert the sacred bone sword away.

Lanwusi seized this opportunity, stomped and ran to the side, and turned out the small brick-red building from the bathroom window at the end of the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the manhole cover on the side of the street, climbed and fell sharply, and entered the sewer.

Lanwusi seems to be very familiar with this place, even if the surroundings are pitch black, he can run, jump, turn, and quickly escape to the depths of the maze-like sewer.

Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.

puff!

A card was inserted deep into his right chest, and blood dripped rapidly from the edge.

Lanevus looked up and saw the attacker with his own dark vision.

It was a man of medium build in a worker's uniform. He wore a mask with a raised mouth and red nose.

That's a happy clown.

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