Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 80 It's Over Before It Begins
At the East Balam Wharf, Yager, who was already wearing a blood-colored vest, silently looked at Leonard, who tremblingly spit out the words "We surrender".

The reference to "them" is very clear.

The members of the church with poetic romantic temperament shone with the temperament similar to Amon that he saw in the church last time.

It was the angel who was absolutely bewitched.

That's why he took a little risk and rushed out to chop the Creator into a pulp.

"If I say that I'm a Dark Lord, will the church not investigate me?" Yagel flicked the sickle casually, folded the protruding handle, and turned it into a short-handled weapon again.

He began to worry about how to deal with it.

"What? You, no, are you?" Leonard asked blankly, "Probably not."

When did the Evernight Church have such a violent favored person?Isn't everyone mainly supporting?

It would be more plausible for you to say that you are the favored person of the storm next door.

"Of course." On the opposite side, Jagel, who was being questioned, took out the scarlet emblem of the night from his pocket again.

The emblem exudes a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere as always, but it looks very strange when it is covered with the remnants of Lanerus's flesh and blood.

It is indeed the breath of a goddess.

Leonard, who has been a follower of the night for more than [-] years, felt a trance from the bottom of his heart for the first time.

"Well, in short, I'll leave this matter to you. It's best to put the matter of solving Lanwusi on your own head, and don't expose the traces of my presence, understand?"

The black-haired youth gave orders without conscience.

Then it seemed as if he remembered something, he lowered his head slightly, and leaned closer to Leonard's ear.

"Otherwise I'll just have the Monocle say hello to you."

Together with Pallez Zarathustra in his body, Leonard showed a terrified expression, and his dizzy pupils almost lost focus!

? ! ?

'Meng ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! '

Seeing the other party's tongue-tied expression, Jagel nodded in satisfaction.

No idea what Green did to the two poor souls this week.

A few minutes later, after explaining the follow-up, Yagel smoothly put the matter behind him, left the bloody scene, and embarked on the road of deception and stealing the sound back to the heart of the machine.

As for the blood-stained clothes.
Well, it's all the result of the battle between 'Apostle of Desire' and Leonard, that's all.

The pouring rain is still falling, and it seems to be more dense than a few minutes ago.The doors and windows on both sides of the street were tightly closed, showing the fear of the residents.

Sometimes, the trembling prayers of people can be faintly heard.

Just as Yagel crossed the street corner, layers of gray fog suddenly enveloped him, and a figure with folded hands was outlined in front of his eyes.

It's Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

An anxious illusory voice rang in his ears: "Mr. Bishop, do you have any powerful Extraordinary items that I can lend? Or, can I pay a price and ask you to help me deal with a few cultists immediately?"

"I can trade with you for a slate of blasphemy!"

Desecrate the slate?

Yagel paused in his walking steps and raised his eyebrows in a mannered way.

When Medici paid the contract price a few days ago, in addition to explaining the various Extraordinary items and history of the Fourth Epoch, he also mentioned a card of blasphemy that appeared beside him because of the Law of Extraordinary Convergence.

It is said that it was made by Russell Gustav.

Belongs to the 'Red Priest' route.

According to his current research, this slate is very useful for understanding the extraordinary.If you can get the piece related to the moon or the night by chance.
"Which way is it?" Yagel asked before the gray fog.

"I don't know the details. However, I'm sure that its current location is in the Roselle Memorial Exhibition in the city center." Klein gritted his teeth and said this information directly.

Because the desperate lady in front of him already had a bad tendency.

There is no time for further discussions.

"I promise to get it within three days. The current situation is very urgent! The Aurora Society may plan a second attack after God's Descend!"

Aurora Society?
you again!
After a short thought, Jagel nodded silently.

"can."

One time after another, endlessly.

Aurora Society, you make trouble every day, and you deserve it to be given to the Church of Evernight as a performance!
Klein heaved a sigh of relief, put down his clasped hands, and kept his eyes fixed on Mr. A and the lady next to him who were kneeling and weeping not far away.

What exactly is the plan they speak of?
However, even if he doesn't know the specific content, Klein can be sure that they will cause extensive casualties in the Eastern District.

Mr. A's success in assassinating the ambassador shows that he is at least in the middle rank.

He waited solemnly and anxiously for the support agreed by the Bishop.

Speaking of which, the bishop's support speed should be very reliable.He still remembered the other party's sudden appearance in the carriage.

There should be some kind of teleportation skill.

Come on come on come on.

Klein was always watching his back.

It did come from behind.At the corner of the street, a figure soon appeared...

come over!

A black-haired young man bathed in blood quietly turned into the alley from the corner of the street, even his slender black eyelashes were covered with bits of flesh.

It was Mr. Bishop who agreed to the request.

The strong smell of blood on the opponent's body, mixed with the breath of the real creator, made what he just did self-evident——

Good guy, you killed Zhenzao too!

Even teleportation is useless, just ran over!
You arrived just in time!

The four characters "So it's you" kept circulating in his mind.Klein's eyes enlarged unconsciously, staring round.

"...?"

Yagel, who had just arrived, looked at a certain detective's expression of "Maomao surprised.jpg", and tilted his head in doubt.

Why this expression?
A few minutes ago, he opened teleportation and found that Sherlock was next door...

Teleportation is slower than walking.

At the intersection of the East District, the two faces looked at each other in bewilderment.

That's not the most compelling scene here, though.

A few meters away, next to the wailing Mr. A, the svelte lady of despair has raised her hands.

Intangible extraordinary fluctuations came from her.

It contrasts with the ominous mist that shrouds the sky over the Eastern District.

The air seemed to be condensed into particles in an instant, causing the breathing tube to issue a painful alarm, and every ups and downs seemed to be suffocating!

Klein hurriedly covered his throat, and involuntarily let out a sharp cough.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

There seemed to be mucus solidifying in his mouth, and in the next second, Klein involuntarily vomited out a piece of green blood mixed with it!

"History will remember this moment!" Ms. Despair's clear voice revealed witch-like hideousness and malice.

She was so confident that she didn't even bother to turn her head to see where the cough was coming from.

Lady of Despair raised her hands high, exposing her fair and ruddy arms from the black robe.The hood fell down, revealing her alluring face.

Her lips are round and the tip of her nose is upturned, like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world.

"The great smog in Backlund..."

Then, a short dagger was directly pierced through her smooth forehead!

The terrifying speed and strength made it make a sharp piercing sound in the air.

Streaks of blood dripped from under the beautiful head of Lady Despair.

Her eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the sky that began to swirl before her.

The back of Ms. Despair's head was stained with a large scarlet scarlet, and the cold light of the knife protruded from the golden hair.

The body fell limply.

Yager walked out from behind the wet wall in the East District, and Evelyn lifted it up, aiming at the weak woman who was still trembling slightly on the ground.

'No……'
Her curious eyes seemed to be saying.

"Bang bang bang!"

The black-haired young man fired three shots in a row with no expression on his face, brutally smashing the beautiful head into a ball of exploded pieces of meat!
Only the headless graceful body remained on the ground.

She is dead.

He died under the gaze of Mr. A and Klein's pupils constricted from shock.

'The Great Smog Incident in Backlund ended here. '

　This should not be considered a broken dog.Considering that there are indeed relatively few updates, I will try not to leave urgent plots behind and try to change the climax part.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)