Chapter 214 I’m Sorry

For a moment, Lynch's face turned pale and his expression was distorted.

He could hardly believe his eyes.

Diana was the contact person for this group of deep divers?

The brave noble who was willing to use his body to carry the evil god to death, the intelligent lady who had been fighting side by side with him these days, and the gentle friend who had just been by his side and admonished him, suddenly became the contact person for the inhuman monster?

This is different from the situation of the mountain people. These things are vicious pirates. It is very dangerous to mix with them.

And even if you really want to help the deep divers, tell me.

You can even give me your life, so what else can't you trust me? I am not a pedantic person who only sees rules and justice. As long as you have sufficient reasons, can I not help you? Why did you deceive me, and use this method to deceive me?

Lynch felt a pang of pain in his heart. He couldn't say how sad he was, but he felt a kind of sincere frustration and disappointment.

But he immediately realized the problem.

We were together half an hour ago, and she knew I came early. She came here so openly to be the contact person now. Is she stupid or does she think I am stupid?

Realizing this, Lynch immediately called in a low voice in the concentric conch, but there was no response from the other side.

There must be something wrong.

Lynch quickly calmed down and carefully looked at the figure that had walked in front of the deep diver.

It seemed that there was nothing wrong, but Lynch always felt that something was wrong. Did he overlook something?

Beautiful appearance, exquisite makeup, elegant manners, decent clothes...

Wait, clothes?

Lynch immediately realized what the problem was. The clothes she was wearing were indeed very decent, and they were indeed her own clothes, but this dress was what she wore at the cocktail party yesterday.

What was she wearing today?

Well, I didn't pay attention. But aristocrats would never wear the same clothes for two consecutive days, otherwise they would become a laughing stock.

So this is definitely not her, at least not the Miss Valente who was with me just now.

Then who is this?

Lynch suddenly had a very ominous premonition. This person was wearing yesterday's clothes, which made Lynch think of yesterday involuntarily. What impressed him most yesterday was...

The Gate of Illusion and Reality,

Has the thing fallen into Chloe's hands?

Miss Valente was copied at the party yesterday?

Yes, that's right, so the clothes on it are what Diana wore yesterday.

But if this thing is a replica? What happened to Miss Valente herself? Why didn't she answer the call?

For a moment, Lynch was in a mess. He was worried about Miss Valente, and then he saw the human figure suspected to be a replica walked to the deep diver, raised his voice and said: "Welcome, visitors from the deep sea, I welcome you on behalf of the Valente family. Thank you for responding to our invitation. Please rest assured that our Valente family will not let you return empty-handed. You can take whatever you want in the city."

Lynch's heart sank, and he finally realized what the replica wanted to do. They wanted to use this method to accuse Miss Diana and the Valente family of colluding with cultists and pirates.

Once the pirates really start to attack the city, and the replica is seen with the pirates, there will be no way to defend themselves. The thousand-year reputation of the Valente family will be destroyed, and Diana will be completely finished.

Killing people and destroying their hearts, how vicious the means are.

They must be stopped and must not be allowed to succeed.

Lynch made up his mind with a gloomy face, made a gesture to Maya to stay here and wait, and slid down the reef in hiding.

The pirates can't have only these nine deep divers, there must be more behind, even if these deep divers are killed, there is no point.

All conspiracies are based on this replica. If you want to stop the conspiracy, you can only make this replica disappear, so that the reputation of the entire Valente family will not be damaged.

Don't blame me for being rude.

After revising his judgment in his mind to make sure that his judgment was correct, Lynch transformed his cane into a serrated sword, gripped the handle tightly, and quietly touched the crowd.

The leader of the Deep Divers was standing face to face with ‘Miss Valente’, while the other eight Deep Divers were patrolling around, protecting the surroundings tightly, but the light was so dim that no one noticed that a series of footprints appeared out of nowhere and passed through the gaps between the patrols.

Those were Lynch’s footprints.

There was only one chance to sneak in, and Lynch knew that these monsters would never give him a second chance to get close, so he maintained the greatest caution, avoiding the patrolling Deep Divers and approaching the two people surrounded in the center little by little.

The two had been talking, and their voices covered up the sound of Lynch’s footsteps.

"In accordance with the ancient agreement, we are willing to accept your invitation and try our best to plunder the city." The hoarse voice of the Deep Diver leader was full of malice, and the fish head squeezed out a ferocious smile, "Do you have any other requests?"

"I want to go with you." Miss Valente raised the corner of her mouth and replied with a sneer, "And I want you to highlight my presence as much as possible."

"Of course, according to the agreement, your request must be met. When are you going to start..."

The voice of the fish man stopped abruptly, and the fish face looked at the footprints that appeared out of thin air on the ground behind Miss Valente with humanized surprise.

Now.

Although it was not the best position, it could not be delayed any longer. The conversation between the two just now had made Lynch very sure of his guess. Lynch no longer hesitated, raised his cane and stabbed it at the back of the replica.

The incident happened suddenly, and a group of pirates and deep divers were stunned, staring blankly at Lynch who suddenly appeared and stabbed at his right back.

It was the replica that reacted. Perhaps it saw the danger from the face of the deep divers. The surface of the replica suddenly flashed, and the pious shield popped out from the body, blocking Lynch's cane. At the same time, the body turned sharply backwards, and the folding fan in his hand was aimed at Lynch's head.

Lynch narrowed his eyes, but did not dodge. Instead, he gritted his teeth and retracted his cane. Taking advantage of the opportunity of the pious shield to dissipate, he stabbed it with another sword.

Boom.

Gunfire suddenly appeared, and the shotgun fired at the face.

However, the steel balls burst out of the muzzle, and then penetrated Lynch's head directly, and directly hit the deep divers who were in a daze behind him. Only Lynch was unharmed.

[Nolan's Phase Fortress] was activated in time, allowing Lynch to be independent of space.

Good opportunity.

Lynch held his breath, and the serrated sword stabbed heavily into the chest of the replica, but it passed through the chest without any obstruction.

The effect of being independent of space is fair and does not change due to the attack and defense transition.

Damn, miscalculated.

Fortunately, three seconds passed in a flash, and Lynch stabbed out the cane again, followed by the second bullet of the shotgun reloaded.

I'm one step faster than you, replica, you don't have time to use your pious shield, I... huh? ? ?

A thought suddenly flashed through Lynch's mind.

The replica is a puppet without a soul, and its ability comes from the power of the soul. So the replica can only be an ordinary person's body.

Then where did her pious shield come from?

The person I want to kill can't be real.

Why did she do this?

However, in the blink of an eye, there was no time to think about anything. The opponent's shotgun was aimed at his head again, and his finger was on the trigger.

Lynch's eyes turned red in an instant. He was no longer sure of his judgment, but facing the muzzle of the gun, he could only stab the weapon with force.

If he hesitated, he would die. If he didn't stab, he would die. I didn't want to die, so I could only apologize.

At the moment of stabbing, the leader's fish face showed a vicious grin, and Lynch's ears seemed to ring the chant of the deep diver again:

In the immortal mansion of R'lyeh, the eternally sleeping master is waiting for you to dream.

"Puff." Blood splashed.