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The small paper figure in the crack of the opposite villa's roof continuously swayed its body, trying hard to see what was happening inside the bedroom through the curtains.
Just now, through the small paper figure, Leyton sensed an abnormality in spirituality and a mystical scent.
That Desire Apostle finally made a move.
Inside the villa, the two Beyonders who had entered the villa with Duke Negan also noticed the abnormality just now. One, enveloped by a strong wind, directly crashed through the wall and entered the bedroom where Duke Negan and his mistress were.
The other went straight to the source of the abnormality, the attic of this villa!
Not long after, Leyton, sitting in his carriage, sensed a subtle, wave-like fluctuation rapidly surging towards the Holy Wind Cathedral.
"What a pity, that Spellsinger of God was led away long ago."
Leyton sighed softly.
Then he closed his eyes and focused on the scene observed by the other small paper figure.
The bedroom curtains had been blown open by the strong wind carried by the Wind-Blessed just now.
The small paper figure clearly saw the guards forming a circle inside, a middle-aged man in a black tailcoat with brown hair and blue eyes, and Duke Negan, who was surrounded by them and hadn't had time to put on his clothes.
On the floor nearby, a beautiful lady, probably in her early twenties, was curled up, unclothed.
At this moment, like a startled fawn, she hid in a corner with a frightened expression, holding a piece of clothing she had taken off earlier, barely covering her private parts.
The small paper figure's gaze fell on the attic of the villa, where a peculiar power isolated it. Even the sight of Eyes of Mystery Prying could not penetrate it without attracting attention.
He could only feel the surging desire and distorted rules inside, roughly understanding that the Desire Apostle had already engaged Duke Negan's secretary.
Duke Negan, whose body had recovered slightly, gasped and said:
"Catch him, he must be caught alive, or, his Spirit Body."
"I want to know who it is."
After Pirate Admiral Qilangos's assassination attempt on him last time, another unfamiliar Sequence 5 powerhouse had appeared. He didn't know who he had formed such an irreconcilable hatred with.
He wanted to find out the mastermind and use all his resources to tear the opponent apart!
Time gradually passed, and the villa occasionally trembled, as if the Desire Apostle and Mr. Secretary battling in the attic had entered a heated phase.
"Why hasn't the Archbishop arrived yet?" Duke Negan, having calmed his breathing, asked uneasily.
This place was not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral. At the Spellsinger of God's flying speed, he should have arrived or be about to arrive.
But now, there was no sign of the mist in the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral being dispersed.
Beside Duke Negan, the Wind-Blessed, who was vigilantly guarding the surroundings, said with some hesitation:
"Perhaps, perhaps the Archbishop he..."
Before he could finish saying that the Archbishop might not be at the Holy Wind Cathedral, Duke Negan's mistress walked to the bedroom window, her eyes dazed, and revealed a tragic, beautiful smile.
The next moment, she leaped, hitting the concrete ground headfirst.
Bang! After a heavy thud, the mistress's beautiful head shattered with significant cracks, and blood continuously gushed out.
She rolled weakly on the ground a few times, finally stopping face up.
Her eyes completely lost focus, and her expression froze in a mix of madness and fear.
Duke Negan, who was heavily protected, felt his emotions almost collapse upon seeing this scene.
"Go! Get out of here!" he instinctively shouted.
To show such intense emotions in front of a Desire Apostle was truly courting death!
Leyton, who saw this scene through the small paper figure, sighed silently in his heart.
The next moment, through the small paper figure's sight, Leyton saw Duke Negan's terrified expression freeze on his face. The emotion of terror exploded within him, shooting directly to his brain, entering his blood vessels, and covering his nerves.
There seemed to be the sound of something breaking, Duke Negan didn't hear clearly what it was, only felt a warmth at the back of his head.
At the same time, several members of the surrounding guard became panicked, raising their specialized revolvers or rifles and firing wildly into the center.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Amidst the dense gunshots, the Wind-Blessed quickly embraced Duke Negan and rolled to the ground. Simultaneously, invisible winds transformed into sharp blades, severing the throats of the uncontrolled guards.
One by one, the guards fell to the ground clutching their throats. At the same time, Duke Negan, who had been tackled to the ground by the Wind-Blessed to avoid bullets, also twitched a few times before becoming completely still.
A Sequence 6 Beyonder directly lost his life after two consecutive Desire explosions.
A figure covered in black liquid silently rushed out of the villa's attic and quickly departed along the planned route without stopping.
The small paper figure on the opposite roof rose with the wind and drifted into the distance.
The Desire Apostle, who was evacuating the scene according to the predetermined route, paused his steps. A dense, bloody ocean seemed to appear before his eyes. This was the malevolent perception from a Devil; an extremely strong danger was approaching him.
The Desire Apostle, who had just completed his assassination mission, looked around with some surprise and uncertainty. He was hesitating whether to change his evacuation route.
He scanned the scattered pedestrians passing by on the street, not finding any abnormalities.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed. He saw a small, light yellow paper figure, carried by the breeze, landing on a withered tree nearby that had already shed its leaves due to the winter.
A chill shot straight to his head; his danger premonition felt like it was about to explode. He quickly turned around, preparing to speed up and leave this place.
Suddenly, a flash of silver reflected in his eyes. A fully armored figure walked over from the other end.
Its left shoulder slanted downwards, stained with congealed blood, exuding an eerie beauty. Every step it took caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.
As soon as he saw this Bloodthirster's Armor, the Desire Apostle felt his breathing become constricted, as if he had encountered his most terrifying natural enemy.
So fast? That paper figure just locked onto me, and they're already pursuing? Was that decoy exposed so quickly?
The Desire Apostle felt some surprise and uncertainty in his heart, but quickly regained his composure. He began to try and sense the emotions and desires of the Beyonder inside the Bloodthirster's Armor.
However, that silver armor seemed to restrain him, completely blocking his Beyonder abilities.
As a Desire Apostle, his most skilled ability, control over desire, became useless.
He decisively raised his right hand, spread his large bat wings, and pale blue flames with a strong sulfurous smell continuously condensed around him.
A silver glint flashed at the tiger's mouth of his right hand. His thumb instantly fell to the ground, leaving only a clean cut.
Before he could react, the Bloodthirster's Armor swung its sharp sword. The Desire Apostle's fingers dropped one by one, and the suitcase he was carrying crashed to the ground with a thud.
A brief moment of fear surged in his heart. Immediately, the pair of large bat wings on his back quickly fled in another direction.
At the same time, the shadow at his feet quietly shrunk, hiding into a single point.
The Desire Apostle, who had just fled, hadn't even taken two steps when countless silver lights burst from his body, like a blooming fireworks display.
The viscous liquid covering his body fell like raindrops. His forearms, arms, ribs, neck, ankles, and other parts scattered on the ground with smooth cuts.
Splatter! His internal organs spilled onto the ground. His stomach was still wriggling, and his heart was still beating, seemingly unaware that his body had already been dismembered.
The bright red blood was thickest, splashing everywhere like a spreading crimson flower.
1-42, the Bloodthirster's Armor, a Class 1 Sealed Artifact controlled by the Church of the Evernight Goddess, had caused incidents resulting in over 100,000 deaths. It's unknown whose ancient god's blood is stained on it.
Leyton, who witnessed this scene, recalled the information about this Sealed Artifact, and then sighed almost imperceptibly.
The small paper figure hanging on the withered branch looked somewhat unwillingly at the suitcase dropped by the Desire Apostle. Inside were all the financial assets the Desire Apostle had accumulated under the identity of Patrick Jason.
The next moment, a bright red glow quietly lit up on the small paper figure, then it turned into a pile of ashes and vanished without a trace.
Around them, the Nighthawks and the senior deacons of the Machinery Hivemind looked over simultaneously, but only saw a fading light and a wisp of ash.
Inside the dark sewer, the Desire Apostle, who had decisively abandoned his physical body and transformed into a shadow, was clinging to the stone wall, rapidly moving in a certain direction.
He wanted to use the complex environment of the sewer and some narrow, inconvenient areas to shake off the pursuit of the tall, heavy Bloodthirster's Armor behind him.
And this shadow, after traveling a certain distance, would stop and become rigid in place.
Then its dark surface would continuously bulge and solidify, seemingly trying to grow new flesh, but always failing due to a lack of materials.
The next moment, the surrounding Darkness was quietly pulled open like a curtain, revealing a serene, boundless, clear night sky behind it.
A brilliant white Moon hung high in the sky, casting white moonlight everywhere, with faintly twinkling Stars around it.
This was the night sky from Leyton's memory, materialized in this secluded and wondrous place created through Mystical Reenactment.
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