Chapter 462 The Clone of the God of Murder
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The night is dark.
On a deserted street.
A carriage sped by.
If your eyesight is strong enough, you can clearly see the details on the speeding carriage——
The headless coachman sat in the driving seat of the carriage, whipping forward from time to time with the whip in his hand;
The hollow archer squatted half-crouched on the roof of the car, looking around blankly;
The carriage was empty.
Only the distorted space and blurred colors in the position make people realize that there may be some terrifying and powerful existence dormant in the car.
Ta-ta-ta!
The carriage flew through one street after another.
Attracting the eyes of countless snoopers in the dark.
Then he rushed aimlessly to the next stop.
Suddenly.
A huge beam of white light pierced down from the sky, clearly illuminating the demons and monsters on the earth.
The shadows exposed to the light quickly dispersed.
The white light didn't seem to want to chase these shadows.
It just quickly chased in the direction of the carriage.
However, the carriage ran too fast.
It didn't take long.
At that time, the white light similar to a searchlight lost sight of the carriage, and could only sway blankly above the vast ruins of the old theater area.
"How arrogant..."
Above the sky.
In a slowly floating magic balloon, two air elements were lying on the top of the balloon, yawning.
The logo of the Truth Sect hanging on the canvas has been mostly blurred.
Even the motto of the guiltless scales below is incomplete.
in the basket.
Two men wearing the iconic dark blue jackets and trousers of the Sect of Truth were adjusting the angle of their high-altitude search lights.
The two of them are field members of "Scale of Innocence".
"Scale of Innocence" is a violent organization of the Truth Sect that judges heretics, and its presence in Canning, the city of order, is usually very low.
The main reason is that the Truth Sect has transferred most of the law enforcement power in the city to the elemental law enforcement team led by the Ingram family.
They only handle some cases directly related to the Truth Sect.
But this time things are different.
after a curfew was imposed in Canning.
Whenever night falls, the number of magic balloons floating in the sky increases many times.
Most of them are field members of the Innocence Scales patrolling the streets.
This magic balloon numbered 897 is no exception.
Standing in the balloon basket were a middle-aged man and a young and energetic young man.
The shadow of the carriage quickly disappeared into the white light.
The young man couldn't help but muttered:
"To spread the news so blatantly, you really don't take us and the city lord seriously..."
"These damn criminals!"
"I think sometimes we just think too much. Maybe the other person is just being mysterious?"
"Just arrest them!"
The middle-aged man smiled faintly:
"Calm down, exercise restraint and remain humble."
The young man pursed his lips.
But he didn't argue.
Because this is one of the several maxims that members of the Church of Truth must live by.
"The other party who dares to act so unscrupulously in the city is either a madman or a strong man who is very confident in his own strength. Which one do you think is more likely?"
The middle-aged man sighed and asked patiently.
The young man still looked unconvinced:
"Even a strong man cannot trample on Canning's laws like this!"
He looked aggrieved.
The middle-aged man couldn't help laughing:
"Law?"
"How many times have the Ingrams trampled on the law?"
"How come I didn't see you with such a strong sense of order back then?"
The young man blushed.
He muttered:
"This is different!"
"They, they are outsiders..."
The middle-aged man laughed lazily:
"So outsiders can't, but our own people can?"
"Come on, Vinings, it's nothing different. Put away your sense of empathy."
"Looking at your appearance, if I told you my new discovery, would you jump right in and hunt down the owner of that carriage?"
Vinings was stunned for a moment:
"What did you find?"
The middle-aged man took a notebook from the hook next to him, quickly wrote a few lines on it, and then replied:
"The driver of the car, that is, the headless man, his identity is most likely related to the Ingram family..."
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Vinings couldn't help but refute:
"How could the Ingram family be related to these evil elements?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him.
His tone was still that of an old god:
"Yes, of course it is impossible for the Ingram family to act as an evildoer, but it is hard to say about the dead Ingram."
"In fact, I suspect that the driver of the car is our former city lord who has been missing for half a year, the beloved little Mr. Ingram..."
"But he has probably become an undead now. Judging from this, the owner of the carriage should be a necromancer."
Vinings' pupils shrank.
His face showed expressions of embarrassment, fear, anger, and confusion.
But it all turned into a touch of fear.
He himself became silent as a result.
"Do you know how to calm down now?"
The middle-aged man sneered.
Vinings's expression was a little embarrassed:
"Mr. Ingram is a legendary summoner. He is the pride of Canning. I don't believe he will become a puppet of the necromancer..."
That's what he said.
But his tone softened.
"Very good. Judging from your reaction, you can still be saved. You won't be like those wooden people who are full of honor, truth or order."
The middle-aged man showed a mocking look at the corner of his mouth:
"So I give you a chance. Think about why the order we received was to keep an eye on the carriage instead of intercepting, arresting or even destroying it."
"Here's a piece of advice for you. Never think that you are smarter than the big guys. It's just that sometimes, they see more than you do."
Winnings bit his lip in dissatisfaction, but also thought seriously.
"Here's a hint. The rumor about the Holy Artifact of Murder came from an alchemy workshop related to the Seven Saints Alliance."
The middle-aged man said lightly.
Winnings' eyes flashed. He was not a fool. On the contrary, joining the Innocent Libra at a young age was enough to prove his excellence among his peers.
"Is the owner of the carriage a wizard from the Alliance?"
"He is not the initiator of the birth of the mob in the city, but a third party with unknown motives?"
Wenings said in a deep voice.
The middle-aged man said lazily:
"That's about it."
"The descendants of the God of Murder appeared much earlier than the carriage owner came to Canning City. Combined with the rumors later, the latter came for the former."
"This is a very simple logic-
If the carriage owner wants to create greater chaos in Canning, then from the beginning, he can directly throw out the rumor bomb about the sacred artifact of murder, and there is no need to do so much preparation in advance."
"As for what his motive is, except for the carriage owner himself, the rest of the people may not be able to guess it."
"At least, we can temporarily judge him as a wizard who is not too bad."
Wenings' eyes flashed with a glimmer of enlightenment:
"Because he chose the old theater district."
As a native of the City of Order, Wenings has a very deep understanding of every district in this city.
The Old Theater District is the most sparsely populated area in the City of Order.
There used to be a big theater and a bustling market here.
But after a terrible fire, a large number of buildings were burned down, and many innocent people were buried in the sea of fire. After their death, they turned into undead spirits attached to the buildings.
At first, people planned to find someone to expel or purify those undead spirits.
But different voices came from within the Truth Cult -
They believed that the appearance of these undead spirits was also part of the self-balance of order.
They advocated that the natives of the City of Order should coexist peacefully with these undead, after all, they were also residents of the city like them when they were alive.
This decision encountered great resistance in the city.
But due to the strong influence of the Truth Cult, it was finally implemented.
Since then.
Some ghosts have been entrenched in the ruins of the fire in the Old Theater District.
However, there is a difference between life and death.
More and more people choose to move away from this place.
This place has almost become a vacuum zone with no people in Canning.
Until the Great Rip.
Only a small part of it was occupied by foreign wanderers.
These wanderers are also afraid of the rumors of ghosts in the old theater area, so they rarely enter the ruins.
In addition.
The most densely populated place in the old theater area is probably the Black River Prison in the north of the ruins.
But the Black River Prison is extremely heavily guarded.
Ordinary people can't get close at all.
"He chose the old theater area. It may be that he accidentally chose a quiet place, or he may not want to hurt more innocent people."
The middle-aged man added:
"But in any case, this is inconsistent with the principle of the violent people that "must commit murder in the downtown area." ”
"So it is obvious that he and the real murderer behind the violent people are not in the same group."
Winnings nodded.
But immediately.
He showed a trace of doubt again:
"But why did he let us see the headless driver?"
"Won't this intensify the conflict?"
"I mean, the suspected identity of the driver."
The middle-aged man thought for a while:
"There is another possibility."
"He is warning us not to interfere with their actions. "
An expression of disbelief appeared on Winnings' face again:
"Come to our territory to warn us?"
The middle-aged man rolled his eyes:
"First of all, this is the territory of the Ingram family, not yours."
"Secondly, based on my experience, the Ingram family will never admit that the coachman is the former city lord. This is related to too many things..."
"Finally, he is a wizard of the Alliance. If we really want to haggle, our Truth Church is an illegal group. Are you sure you want to reason with those wizards?"
Winnings bit his lip again.
He glanced at the air element who listened to the conversation between the two but was still yawning, and finally fell silent.
Five minutes later.
Winnings asked again with confusion:
"So why did the wizards of the Seven Saints Alliance suddenly want to interfere in our Canning's affairs?"
"Who knows?"
The middle-aged man looked indifferent:
"After the big tear, many things became so abnormal. We don't know whether the sun will rise smoothly tomorrow, so why should we care about other things?"
The words fell.
The magic balloon's searchlight suddenly swept to the edge of the old theater area.
There.
A large number of elemental creatures are gathering.
That's the Elemental Enforcement Team.
They have completely sealed off the boundaries of the old theater area and begun to deploy more magical traps and surveillance methods.
"The guy who realizes it later..."
After being contradicted all night, Vinings finally found some sense of superiority.
He looked at the members of the Elemental Law Enforcement Team with a proud expression, and said with disdain:
"You're just here now, how long have we been following you?"
The middle-aged man glanced at him:
"Although those water and fire people are indeed a bit dull in their work, don't underestimate them..."
Winings suddenly became a little anxious:
"Why can't we underestimate them?"
"They arrested those berserkers before, but couldn't find any clues or evidence for more than a week. Or was it the internal fighting among the berserkers that led them to find a corpse? Isn't this considered incompetent?"
The middle-aged man sneered:
"You don't really think that the elders of the four elements can't find any trace of those criminals, do you?"
Wenings' face stiffened:
"Then why has there been no progress?"
The middle-aged man sneered:
"Because Canning has been peaceful for so long, many people in the city don't know what danger is!"
"If the city is too peaceful, troubles will easily occur. Haven't you noticed that many people are dissatisfied with the policies of Lord Butterfly City recently?"
"To put it bluntly, people who eat too much are prone to trouble."
"If you were the city lord, would you choose to continue to increase your efforts to feed them? Or let them experience the exciting life outside the city?"
"You know, these days, it's not uncommon for people to eat people in the wilderness..."
Vinings frowned:
"You mean, the city lord is deliberately dragging the elemental law enforcement team to prevent them from solving the case, and then conniving at the murderers?"
"But what about the rich people who ran away?"
“Isn’t their departure a huge loss to Canning?”
The middle-aged man said slowly and authentically:
"I heard that the previous city lord left a considerable financial deficit. Dear Lord Butterfly, he is in urgent need of a sum of money to fill this hole."
"People can run away, but money can't."
"Have you not noticed that there have been a lot of wild boar robbers in the wilderness outside the city recently?"
"The wild boars are widely active in the Underdark and the Black Mountains in the north. They suddenly appeared in the hinterland of Canning. I don't believe it without someone's permission..."
Speaking of which.
He patted Vinings on the shoulder:
"In short, don't take everything at face value, use your brain more, think more, talk less, and expose less."
"Then...live well."
"As for work, it's all a matter of chance. Being able to do well is an accident, and dawdling is your duty. Do you understand?"
Vinings let out a long breath:
"thank you."
"I learned a lot today...a lot."
The middle-aged man's iconic joking expression appeared again on his face:
"It doesn't matter."
"I promised your mother to take good care of you."
Vinings' face instantly turned red.
There was anger in his eyes, but it quickly turned into deep helplessness and compromise.
He lowered his head and clenched and unclenched his hands.
"I won't waste the opportunity she gave me."
Vinings raised his head and looked squarely at the middle-aged man.
"very good."
"Throw away that damn shame, and you will be able to live better in this world."
The middle-aged man's face showed an expression of appreciation for the first time.
Then he handed the note in his hand to Vinings:
"I said I'd give you a chance."
"Give this information to the big shot on Balloon 131."
"Remember, your actions should be neat, your report should be concise, and you should leave as soon as you're done. Don't look at things you shouldn't see and listen to things you shouldn't hear. Do you understand?"
Wenings' eyelids twitched:
"Balloon No. 131?"
"Is the City Lord here too?"
The middle-aged man blinked:
"certainly."
"It's not just him, there are a lot of big shots here tonight. Remember to come back early. There's a lot of excitement to see!"
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The old theater district, amid endless shadows.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
The headless coachman drove the carriage quickly over a raised ground.
The next second.
The ground suddenly cracked open and turned into a bloody mouth!
He tried to swallow the whole carriage into his mouth from bottom to top, but in an instant, a gray tentacle emerged from the compartment of the carriage.
The tentacle pierced directly into the bloody mouth.
Just for a moment.
The tip of the tentacle pierced the mouth of a certain berserker who transformed into a road demon.
The ruts rolled over it mercilessly.
"ah--!"
The speeding carriage gradually moved away.
Amidst the pitiful wails, the severely injured berserk was quickly eaten by others who came smelling the smell of blood!
The smell of blood in the air became a little stronger.
"The number is increasing..."
In the carriage.
Matthew, who was driving the invisible magic ball, calmly put away his pale hand.
There was an eyeball floating in front of his eyes that exuded a strong aura of negative energy.
The Eye of Immortality.
This is an undead unit transformed from an observer beholder.
It can obtain a panoramic view of a specific target at a very long distance.
After Matthew's subsequent transformation.
It can also be used to view the scene around the unit sensed by it at close range.
At this moment.
Through the Eye of Immortality.
Matthew can see more than 300 pictures.
The center of these pictures is a violent berserker with fierce eyes and violent behavior.
They are distributed in every corner of the ruins of the old theater district.
They all came for the "Blade of the Ignorant".
A small number of the violent berserkers have tried to intercept the carriage.
Unfortunately, the ending is of course not as expected.
In addition to Matthew's irresistible killing of several violent berserkers who showed up, the remaining violent berserkers also calmed down.
They are observing and waiting.
Even in this process, they also realized that the periphery of the old theater district has been surrounded by elemental law enforcers, and they are unwilling to leave.
Because they sensed the breath of the sacred weapon of murder.
That was what they had dreamed of.
It was the key item for them to transform into the true offspring of the God of Murder!
No berserker could resist such a temptation.
So they lingered here, chasing the speeding carriage, trying to find a glimmer of opportunity.
"It's time to give them a little sweetness."
In the air.
The breath of the killing field became extremely strong.
Matthew observed that some berserkers, unable to catch up with their carriages and unable to suppress their inner desire to kill, had already started a life-and-death struggle with other berserkers.
These struggles ignited the fuse of the killing field.
All the berserkers began to kill to their heart's content.
Even Matthew could clearly sense that -
As long as he killed all the berserkers present, he would be able to obtain a large number of elements in the killing field and seize the authority of the field forged by the flesh and blood of these berserkers!
This temptation was really tempting.
But Matthew still restrained himself.
The man behind the scenes who planned and spread the blood of the God of Murder has not yet appeared, so of course he cannot act rashly.
However.
This does not prevent Matthew from adding fuel to the increasingly fierce fire of killing.
"I want to see if you can really hold your breath."
Matthew chuckled.
The next second.
The already gleaming red dagger appeared in his hand.
Matthew opened the curtain.
Under the greedy gaze of the violent men.
He suddenly threw the Blade of the Ignorant into the crowd!
"Roar!"
The violent men roared like wild beasts.
They instantly abandoned the carriage and rushed to the place where the red dagger landed.
"Ah——"
The screams began.
The first violent man who received the red dagger was a disheveled woman.
She had mutated barbs and tumors all over her body.
She looked like a hedgehog.
But even so, those mutated organs could not stop their kind from rushing towards her frantically.
Within just five seconds.
The berserker was pinned to the ground by others, and his body organs were torn into thousands of pieces.
The red dagger was snatched away by a berserker who turned into a werewolf in the chaos!
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
The werewolf under the night made an excited and suppressed sound.
His body turned into a shadow, walking rapidly in the moonlight, leaving the other berserkers behind in less than ten seconds!
The werewolf ran at high speed, holding high the Blade of the Ignorant in his hand.
He seemed to be absorbing the divinity in the knife and the mark of the god of murder.
Along with this process.
The werewolf's pupils turned bright red, and his whole body was shining with bright snow light.
However, before he ran far away.
A burly half-orc suddenly rushed out of the ruins next to him.
Just one move.
The half-orc pounced on the werewolf who was in a ghost state!
His claws easily tore open the blood vessels on the wolf's neck. Before a lot of blood spurted out, the half-orc had already twisted the wolf's neck off!
Snap!
He crushed the wolf's head with one foot, and then held the Blade of the Ignorant in his hand.
Then.
His whole body seemed to be exposed to a strong electric current.
Blood light thousands of times brighter than the werewolf appeared on the half-orc's body.
His muscles began to be highly congested.
His physique also expanded more than twice as much as before!
At this time.
The group of violent people chasing the werewolf rushed over.
They all rushed towards the four-meter-tall half-orc!
But the scene of the owner of the red dagger being eaten by the crowd did not appear before -
The half-orc took the initiative to meet him.
He slapped the crowd with a fierce slap.
The strong palm wind tore the surrounding space, and with a crisp sound, the huge palm lifted the torsos of two violent people!
Then.
The orc roared loudly.
All the berserkers nearby were frightened and stood still.
His huge hand grasped the small dagger and slashed at the heads of his compatriots quickly and accurately.
In just a few seconds.
There were more than a dozen berserkers' heads on the ground!
The orcs fought more and more bravely.
He took the initiative and rushed into the crowd, unleashing unbridled slaughter.
But at this time, there were too many berserkers attracted by the Blade of the Ignorant.
After killing at least twenty of his kind.
The orc was finally stabbed through the heart by an assassin, and finally fell to the crowd screaming.
In chaos.
The assassin quickly stole the Blade of the Ignorant.
The furious berserkers cut the orc's body into five pieces.
Some couldn't help but fight with others around them.
The rest followed the induction of the sacred weapon and chased it into the darkness!
Beside the ruins.
The carriage driven by the headless driver slowly stopped.
In the carriage.
Matthew watched the entire chaotic killing scene with cold eyes——
The assassin who took advantage of the chaos to steal the Blade of the Ignorant did not survive for long.
From the perspective of the Immortal Eye.
Matthew could clearly see that the sacred weapon of the God of Murder had a new owner, but this one was also in a precarious situation under the siege of the same kind.
The intensity of the battle between the berserkers was about the same as Matthew expected.
Someone is dying almost all the time.
The buildings around them were also destroyed to pieces——
If Matthew hadn't chosen a rare ruined area in the City of Order, I'm afraid the damage caused by this group of lunatics would have been even more serious!
And with the killing going on.
Matthew observed.
Some berserkers are getting stronger at a speed that is visible to their flesh.
"It seems that the holder of the Murder Certificate can draw a lot of XP and elements from killing."
The reason why I think so.
It's because Matthew discovered that there is a hobgoblin assassin who has been assassinating similar people and has risen several levels since entering the scene!
It has probably been upgraded from LV13 to LV16, and there is a tendency to break through to the fifth level!
The hobgoblin assassins were not directly involved in the fight for the daggers.
He acted calmly.
He never glanced at the dagger from beginning to end. Instead, through the chaos caused by fighting for the dagger, he continued to harvest the lives of the weak!
There are some similar people.
Matthew counted and found that there were about 5 to 7 berserkers who remained calm in the overall situation. They were all doing things similar to those of the hobgoblin assassins——
Kill secretly and upgrade!
If nothing unexpected happens.
The winner of tonight's chicken-eating contest for the sacred artifact will be chosen from among them.
But compared to these berserkers.
What Matthew cares more about is actually other people——
For example, there is a legendary summoner in a hot air balloon floating in the sky. That person looks like little Ingram, and he should be the legendary Lord of Butterfly City;
Another example.
Now a mysterious woman suddenly appears on the edge of the ruins.
"Can you finally bear it?"
Matthew relied on his immortal eyes to easily focus on the human woman.
The other party was wearing a bright red robe, with waist-length black hair, and frighteningly fair skin.
Matthew felt the aura of the God of Murder from her body.
But it is different from the thin aura on the berserker.
The divine aura on the mysterious woman is very strong!
It was so rich that Matthew almost thought she was the God of Murder himself!
"Show me who you really are?"
Matthew couldn't help but zoom in on the Immortal Eye's field of view.
The next second.
The woman seemed to feel something.
She suddenly turned around and grinned in the direction of Matthew's perspective.
Immediately afterwards.
She suddenly opened her robe in half, revealing the high bulging peaks and large tracts of white snow inside, as well as...
Countless white larvae emerged from under that snow-white skin!
That moment.
Matthew’s eyelids twitched!
Where has he seen the appearance of this larvae?
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"Warning: You have encountered the "Clone of the God of Murder (being parasitized)".
You've observed a large number of "Crazy Seer Larvae"! "
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