"What's wrong with you? Speak up!"
Mrs. Sharon looked at the dumbfounded man opposite her and said impatiently.
"But, but—"
The hooded man looked around, anxious and terrified. "There's something! Really, something is very wrong!"
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Mrs. Sharon grew even more impatient. Just as she was about to question him, her vision was suddenly stained red with blood.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
The hooded man let out a tragic wail. His chest and abdomen seemed to be pierced by an invisible blade, instantly tearing open a massive wound!
Mrs. Sharon and the young woman beside her were splattered with blood and were momentarily unable to react, still dazed. Only when his pained screams echoed did they awaken.
"Trissy, step back!"
Mrs. Sharon, covered in blood, looked strangely alluring. She shouted for the young woman beside her to retreat, and with a flick of her right hand, a charred black wooden staff about 20 centimeters long appeared in her palm. It was a extraordinary item, a mystical Item, created through her Demoness abilities.
"He's been cursed!"
Mrs. Sharon fumed, "He didn't even notice it himself—what an idiot!"
She raised the charred Mystical Item in her hand, and with a low chant, a pitch-black light shot from the tip of the wooden staff, forming a black hemispherical light membrane above the hooded man's body. As soon as her protection was in place, she saw the surface of the black hemispherical light membrane indent, as if an invisible blade was piercing through it.
This invisible stab failed to penetrate the light membrane and retreated after a few seconds.
"Heh."
A smile had just appeared on Mrs. Sharon's face when she saw a crimson light suddenly appear above!
"Boom!"
A ferocious curse, imbued with the resentment of death, crashed down. The shield could not withstand it and shattered with a cracking sound. The hooded man below didn't even have time to let out a scream before being flattened into a puddle of flesh and blood!
"Puff!"
Blood and human tissue splattered everywhere, drenching the room in crimson.
"Sizzle, sizzle—"
The splattered flesh and blood were corrosive, causing the entire room to smoke and burn.
"Ah ah ah ah ah—My face! My face!"
Mrs. Sharon's Mystical Item exploded into two pieces, and she herself shrieked, clutching her face. Her exposed, rounded arms and the fair, slender calves beneath her evening gown—all the areas affected by the curse just now began to mutate! Ugly tumors pushed out from beneath her alluring, tender white skin, like unopened flower buds.
Her hair began to thicken, moving without wind, as if each strand had an independent life.
The young woman named Trissy, having hidden behind Mrs. Sharon, fortunately escaped harm. She watched Mrs. Sharon writhing on the ground, her eyes showing a complex mix of schadenfreude and worry. She stood silently to the side, letting the other woman wail.
After a few seconds, Mrs. Sharon's wailing quieted, the tumors slowly receded, and her hair returned to its original state. Only then did Trissy speak, "Are you alright?"
"It's the aura of the True Creator! The Aurora Order! These lunatics! I told them long ago not to deal with these lunatics!"
Mrs. Sharon struggled to her feet. Half of her head had been corroded away, including her waterfall-smooth, charming hair, and half of her delicate and alluring face, revealing crimson flesh and creating a terrifying contrast with the other half.
She hysterically cursed the Aurora Order.
Trissy was startled by her appearance, then lowered her head.
— — — —
The next day, Blackthorn Security Company.
"The manager of William Shipping Company is Mr. Pond, right? He, the company owner, and several executives have all been arrested."
Dunn, who had returned after a night of work, said this to Caesar, who was waiting.
Caesar was a little surprised. He looked at Leonard, who had gone out with Dunn, and asked in confusion, "This case was discovered by us Nighthawks. Shouldn't we be the ones to arrest them and investigate?"
Last night, Dunn, upon receiving the news, led his team members and relevant police officers to the William Shipping Company in the harbor district. Seeing a ship full of South Continent people, they were also at a loss, unsure how to proceed.
However, Caesar was too lazy to bother. He used the excuse of being too exhausted from the ritual and returned to Blackthorn Security Company alone, leaving Leonard to help. After returning to the company, he took the opportunity to change his blood-stained shirt to avoid scaring Cecilia when he went home.
"William Shipping Company's business involves colonies in the South Continent and is related to the military, so they forcibly took over the case."
Leonard explained, his expression very displeased, "As soon as we arrived downstairs at Pond's house, they showed up. There was no time for the Captain to enter a dream to investigate. The military said this matter concerned military secrets and forbade us from investigating."
"Why do I feel like they're covering something up? That Beyonder last night also seemed to be there to silence people."
Caesar frowned, recalling that sharp stab from last night, his chest seemingly aching faintly. "There must be something fishy going on."
He had also checked some information when he returned last night. That Beyonder was light-footed, moved swiftly, had no trouble jumping from high places, and attacked fiercely and precisely, targeting the opponent's weaknesses. These characteristics were very similar to a Sequence called "Assassin," which seemed to be related to the "Demoness Sect" and "Theosophy Order."
Both of these organizations are secret societies, enemies of the official authorities. Could the military be connected to them?
"I have already reported the situation to the Saint Cathedral, and they will negotiate with the military," Dunn's deep eyes remained calm. "Before that, let's not act rashly."
Both nodded in understanding. At such a time, a forced investigation might only give others an excuse to criticize. Let the big shots above do the talking.
After giving them a few more instructions, Dunn hurriedly left. He still had many things to deal with, leaving Leonard and Caesar alone in the room.
"Are you alright?"
Leonard looked at Caesar's chest and asked in a low voice.
"Mm."
Caesar patted the location of his wound, producing a dull, even echo, which made Leonard's eyelids twitch wildly.
He hesitated for a moment, then, after looking around and seeing no one, leaned in and whispered, "What's going on with you?"
"I'm not sure either."
Caesar feigned ignorance, "Ever since I was sacrificed to an evil god, forced to consume a Beyonder potion, and went through all sorts of chaotic troubles, my body has become very easy to heal."
Leonard looked like he had a hard time accepting this explanation, agonizing over it for a long time.
"Then have you felt anything unusual?"
He asked, unwilling to give up.
"No."
Caesar replied, "Keep it a secret for me. If my sister finds out, she'll worry."
He patted Leonard's shoulder, his tone tinged with a plea.
Leonard nodded helplessly, then turned and left the lounge, heading towards the underground armory.
"Did you find anything?"
At the deserted spiral staircase, he muttered to himself into the air. A moment later, he tilted his head, listening, but quickly showed an expression of dissatisfaction, pouting, "Old man, you're really useless."
Inside the lounge, Caesar stretched.
The Secrets Suppliant Beyonder potion in his body was almost digested, with only a small portion remaining. Perhaps there was still something about the acting method that he hadn't fully grasped.
"Last night was truly dangerous."
If it weren't for his astonishing flesh and blood recovery ability, he would have surely died that night.
Perhaps I should agree to help Azik. He is a high-Sequence Beyonder and can help me improve myself.
Caesar thought, making up his mind. After returning, he would ask Klein for Azik's home address and then pay him a visit.
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