Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 78 Failure
According to the information reported by Miss Justice, Klein came to the west side of the East Balam Wharf, but unfortunately Lanevus was no longer there.

But he didn't miss out.

Because arriving at the same time, there is also Mr. A who is also looking for Lanrus.

As for why Klein knew the other party's identity.
In the muddy alley, a woman who could see her figure with bumps even though she was wrapped in a black robe was standing in the corner, questioning a man next to her sharply.

"Mr. A, what are your people doing?"

Hearing these words, Klein, who was about to cross this alley and go to a noisy place in the distance, suddenly stopped, and immediately got down from his body, quietly blending into the shadow beside him.

He pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the conversation over there.

After a brief silence, a hoarse voice sounded: "They have other things to do."

"If it weren't for your temporary request to speed up the progress, we wouldn't be so passive. Your plan is too hasty."

This should be Mr. A from the Aurora Society who assassinated the ambassador last time.

plan?what's the plan.

Klein frowned, and silently grabbed the quaint brass-colored key on his body.

In the ear, the anger in the soft and pleasant female voice seemed to calm down a little, and she said helplessly: "There is no way to do this."

"The things we did left certain traces, and it happened that Backlund had accidents one after another, and the rumors of the church tightened. If the cleanup of the Eastern District is not completed within these two days, things may come to light."

"So, considering your Lord, helping us with all our strength will only be mutually beneficial."

Mr. A said indifferently: "As long as we can welcome the Lord's return, even if we are chased and killed by all forces, we will not have any timidity."

"Our senior members have been"

The next second, Ms. Despair and Mr. A suddenly stopped talking, and their bodies looked towards the west side stiffly.

In an instant, Klein felt a familiar sense of oppression rushing toward him from the port not far away!

From far to near, the lights go out inch by inch.

The breath is depravity, despair,—

True Creator!
He bit his lower lip tightly to prevent any accidents caused by his turbulent emotions.In the left and right hands clenched into fists, the nails sank deeply into the flesh.

Klein's brown eyes revealed surprise and anger.

TM's!What kind of evil fate is this!
The Aurora Society frankly descended in front of him again!

In the port of East Balam Wharf, Yager looked sullenly, watching the position of Lanwusi on the opposite side through a wall.

Is it to abide by the contract and let the Creator come?
Or tear up the regulations and stop the coming ceremony of the gods.

He fell into silence.

However, in just a few seconds, the silver armor facing the real Creator's container has changed its appearance.

Leonard, who was controlling the 1-42, was covered in blood, and the eyes, nose and mouth inside the armor were also constantly spurting blood, trickling down from the gaps.

The tip of the spear faced the crying and laughing Lanwusi, and in the terrifying atmosphere that made it difficult to move, it stabbed straight at the flesh and blood statue of the real Creator.

It seems that Don Quixote is facing the windmill of fate.

The spear's silver light scraped a series of hideous wounds on Lanerwusi's body, and one of the swords almost pierced the man's fragile throat.

Blood splattered violently on the sticky masonry.

But, it's just futile.

Lanwusi's wound squirmed slowly, and healed again in an instant.

After feeling the attack, the figure that almost coincided with this flesh let out a malicious roar.The incomparable mighty force then descended in the East District, turning the entire street of the port upside down!
Next to it, the raging waves of the Sunya Sea roared, smashing the ground fiercely in the rain!

Leonard's small figure was directly lifted off.

Under the impact on his smooth forehead, he felt uncontrollable dizziness. Blood gushed out from his black hair and seeped into his eyes, making the world in front of him scarlet.

He was groggy and could barely control his body.

Even the state of Pales in his body is extremely dangerous.Just now, he has stolen many attacks from the real creator, and he has become extremely weak and can no longer provide any help.

Screams of desperation and terror were heard from inside as the squall hit destroyed neighboring East End houses.

Buildings can no longer shelter them.

Will there be no one to shelter them?

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Just when Leonard was about to hit the ground unprepared, a pale hand caught him from behind, easily removing the force of the Creator's attack, allowing the weak red glove to look up with difficulty.

On the right, a figure saved him.

Leonard's already foggy eyes reflected the image of the other party.

The young man with black hair and black pupils had an indifferent expression, and his soft facial features showed sharp arrogance. He seemed to despise the world more than the evil gods in the distance.

The sickle dancing in his hand looks like the fangs of death!
"Forget it, I thought about it, you are more suitable to be an enemy." Yager, who was bathed in the rain, whispered, let go of Leonard's left hand, and let the silver armor gently fall to the ground.

Then the leather boots stepped on the ground with all their strength, and rushed forward.

The thin figure crossed the long street in an instant!
In the next second, under the shocking and painful eyes of Lanerus, a figure with a sickle suddenly appeared in midair, and the arc-shaped cold blade was pulled behind him, becoming the only light in the dark sky.

Yagel looked down at him condescendingly.

His eyes were like looking at a dead person.

The half-arc long blade suddenly fell!
The silver knife shadows weaved into ferocious flowers that bloomed, cutting out several cold arcs of light surrounding the figure at the same time on the pier, and then quickly spread outwards.

Even the drops of water falling in the air were torn into two parts.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Following Lanwusi's screams, blood exploded shockingly on the pier, and the blood and flesh dyed all the cubes within ten meters red!

The attack released a devastating force.

Lanwusi's chest was completely hollowed out!
In the suburbs, Ince Zangwill looked at the paper in front of him with a pale face.

The black and white font on it is written messily:

"During the torrential rain, Bishop Rose of the Aurora Order ignored the cunning Lanrus for a moment, allowing him to seize the opportunity and pounce on the red-gloved Leonard Mitchell who just solved the 'Apostle of Desire'."

(Traces of alteration, traces of invalid alteration)

"In any case. Although Lanevus was attacked head-on by Sealed Object 1-42, because of the sudden increase in despair in Backlund's Eastern Region due to the impact of the "Corn Bill", the true Creator already has room to descend."

"The affected Lanerus was forced to decide to use power in advance to deal with the crisis that might pose a threat. This is very reasonable."

"And Leonard Mitchell. Leonard Mitchell escaped the terrifying attack abnormally, and the mystery appeared on him. He successfully attacked the container Lanwusi strangely!"

(furious tear in paper, large ink marks)
"But under the crushing pressure given by the real creator, Leonard Mitchell fell into a disadvantage, and the plan for the Eastern District is still proceeding smoothly."

(weird blank)
pause.

0-08 slowly and firmly wrote a line of terrifying words.

"At [-]:[-] p.m. Backlund time, it is impossible to descend on Lanwusi."

"Ince Zangwill's plans have failed completely."

(End of this chapter)