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Chapter 216 You are particularly pious today!

  Under Renekton's gaze, the spirit lifted its skirt and slowly approached with graceful and dignified movements.

  Finally, it stopped two steps in front of Renekton and saluted with skillful and dignified movements.

  Then, a crack appeared in its chest and abdomen, and an arm that seemed to be swollen and pale due to long-term soaking stretched out from it and handed a letter to Renekton.

  Renekton took the letter with some doubts. He really couldn't think of whose messenger this was. There were not many people who could let the messenger locate themselves.

  After the strange-looking messenger handed the letter out, it collapsed into a piece of twisted and squirming tentacles like water plants, slid to the ground, and sank into the spirit world.

  Good afternoon, little friend Tynes:

  According to my estimation, when you receive this letter, Backlund should be in the afternoon.

  This is my new messenger. The previous one has died due to some accidents.

  A lot of things seem to have happened in Backlund recently. I hope this will not affect your experience in this city. I am sorry to bother you, but I have something to ask of you.

  My informant in Backlund told me that someone is looking for a man named Azik Eggers recently. He was a university lecturer for a period of time. He is a direct descendant of the royal family of the Balam Empire. At present, he seems to be wandering in Backlund.

  If you meet him by chance, please tell him: Be careful. The people of the Spirit Cult are not trustworthy, especially those of the royal faction and the artificial death god faction.

  You don't have to look for him deliberately. His strength is not weak. Deliberate pursuit may cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

  I just think that the crow beside you may meet him inadvertently.

  As a reward, I can answer some questions about the dead spirit field for you. Of course, if you want to buy the potion formula of the subsequent dead spirit mentor, you can also write to me.

  Your friend, Prak Eggers.

  There is also a piece of white paper under the letter, on which is a very vivid portrait.

  He was a middle-aged man of medium build, bronze complexion, soft features, and a small black mole under his right ear.

  Renekton glanced at Azik's portrait, then leaned back in his chair and murmured in a low voice:

  "Mr. Azik, it seems that the royal faction and the artificial death god faction in the Spiritual Cult are also looking for Mr. Azik, but they are not as ostentatious as MI9."

  "They probably don't really want to find an angel or a descendant of the death god."

  Putting the letter aside casually, Renekton didn't think that the bounty hunters or members of the Spiritual Cult in Backlund could really affect Mr. Azik.

  That was a real angel, even if His current condition was not very good, but He was not stupid.

  In the evening, in the Harvest Church in the southern part of the bridge.

  Renekton came to Emlyn to get the last course of medicine.

  As soon as he stepped out of the spirit world, he saw Emlyn sitting behind Father Utravsky in the quiet church prayer hall. He intertwined his fingers, clenched his palms, and placed them in front of his mouth and nose. It

  was a very standard prayer posture of the Church of the Earth!

  Renekton found a random seat and sat down, waiting for the prayer to end.

  Emlyn glanced at Renekton sitting on the side, quickly stood up and went to the corner, took out a few potions that had been prepared, and handed them to Renekton.

  He raised his chin slightly, and said with a somewhat proud tone:

  "This is the last course of potions. After taking these potions, the body of the Abraham family member has basically recovered." "

  However, for you humans, he is too old. Even if he recovers this time, he can only live for another five or six years at most, unless he can continue to be promoted, then perhaps he can extend his life for a few more years."

  Renekton nodded lightly, not paying attention to Emlyn's words. After all, in terms of life span, the path of the blood race is indeed quite long-lived.

  He reached out to take the potion, stared at Emlyn for a long time, and before the vampire opposite was about to get angry, he chuckled and said,

  "You are particularly pious today!"

  "What?" Emlyn was stunned for a moment, then he woke up as if from a dream, and muttered to himself with a pale face,

  "What have I done."

  Recalling his pious posture when he prayed before, and his peaceful heart, Emlyn said in a slightly mournful voice,

  "But I don't want to betray the moon!"

  "Although I can feel that my resistance to the belief in the Mother Goddess is getting less and less..."

  "If you are really entangled in your heart, you might as well believe in the Moon and the Mother Goddess of the Earth at the same time."

  Renekton raised his eyebrows slightly and gave the other party an idea that was not a big deal. Anyway, these two are the same god, and no matter how the vampires believe, He will not have any objection.

  Emlyn was stunned for a moment, his expression suddenly became serious, and there was even some anger in his eyes as he said:

  "Faith is pure! Your idea is disrespectful to the moon and the Mother Goddess!"

  "Okay." Renekton shrugged without reminding Emlyn that when he talked about the moon and the Mother Goddess, his words contained the same reverence and respect, and there was not much difference.     Holding the potion given by Emlyn, Renekton stepped into the spirit world.

  On Minsk Street, Renekton gave the potion to Lawrence and went directly back to the house he rented.

  Knock, knock, knock!

  The knocking sound appeared in the house almost at the same time as Renekton.

  The knocking time was so accurate, was it a divination in advance?

  He complained in his heart.

  The door had opened automatically, and Klein walked in with a somewhat ugly face.

  "I seem to have been targeted by the accomplices of the previous demon dog. I found a threatening letter written in blood on the glass window on the second floor." "

  Not only me, but also other detectives who participated in the serial murder case before. In fact, several detectives have been attacked and died."

  "The great detective Isengard Stanton who organized us detectives to participate in the investigation of the case was also attacked, but his own strength is not weak, so he was only injured."

  "." Renekton was silent for a moment.

  So, the apostle of desire was arranged by 0-08 to find me when he came to write a threatening letter to Klein? .No wonder that person interfered. His assassination mission almost ended before it even began.

  The death of Duke Negan can only be regarded as a catalyst for war. No matter how things develop, war is bound to come. Is He more to prevent me from having any contact with 0-08?

  After thinking for a while, he answered Klein's words:

  "Don't worry, there is a demigod living on this street. After the apostle of desire came here today, he probably wouldn't dare to come here again."

  "Apostle of Desire? Which sequence of the demon path is this?"

  Hearing that the other party didn't dare to come to Minsk Street again, Klein relaxed and naturally focused on other aspects.

  "Sequence Five, Apostle of Desire, the most notable feature is that it can use and manipulate the emotions and desires of everyone within a certain distance to induce corruption."

  "Both the spell ability and the close combat ability are not weak. Moreover, the ability to manipulate emotions and desires is quite troublesome and weird. Among the sequence five, it is also one of the more difficult ones."

  Renekton briefly explained the characteristics of the apostle of desire.

  Klein frowned and said,

  "A Sequence 5 Apostle of Desire. But the death of the demon who committed the serial murders has nothing to do with us detectives. Why did he seek revenge on us?"

  Perhaps because he couldn't beat me, Renekton explained in his heart with a guilty conscience.

  Then, with a serious expression, he pondered for a while and said,

  "Perhaps it is to create panic and chaos, so as to attract the attention of official Beyonders such as the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart."

  Klein said after a moment of hesitation,

  ".Now I do have the secret protection of the Mechanical Heart members around me."

  "You mean that the Apostle of Desire left threatening letters everywhere and killed many detectives to cover up his true purpose?"

  "Then what is his real purpose?"

  "We will know when the time comes."

  Renekton did not answer this question, and did not even think about it actively. In case the other party detects something by foreseeing danger, his plan to pick up the leak and take advantage of the characteristics will fail.

  Klein nodded slightly, then turned around and left and

  returned to the house at No. 15 across the street.

  In the bathroom on the second floor, Klein pulled out a paper man and shook it, turning it into an identical substitute.

  He asked the paper man to sit on the toilet, holding a newspaper in his hand, deceiving the members of the Mechanical Heart who were responsible for protecting him in secret, while he hid in the shadows on the side, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

  As expected of a magician, this series of performances was skillful and smooth.

  In the house across the street, Renekton retracted his gaze from Klein's house.

  He set his eyes on the oriel window of the bathroom, and with the reasoning ability of Sequence Five, he directly restored Klein's operation in the bathroom in his mind.

  After a series of operations, Klein did not notice his peeping.

  "It seems that this method can avoid triggering the strong intuition of the Beyonder!" Chapter 217 Storm Pigeon and the Apostle of Desire

  After sighing at Klein's performance in the bathroom in order to find an opportunity to enter the gray fog, he immediately retracted his gaze, prepared a little, and went out. Knock,

  knock, knock!

  Renekton knocked on the door of Destiny's house next door.

  Soon, the door opened with a creaking sound.

  With a faint smile on his face, Destiny glanced at Renekton who was standing at the door, and directly stated the other party's inner thoughts:

  "You want to borrow some luck from me?"

  Renekton nodded slightly and said,

  "Yes, enough luck will make things go smoothly."

  "Okay." Destiny nodded slightly in response, and then said in a slightly more serious tone:

  "In return for your luck today, I will need your help in my promotion in the near future. The disaster that will happen in Backlund this time seems to be very serious, but I can't completely guide this disaster with my accumulated luck."

  "Guide the disaster?" Renekton pondered for a moment, and then asked curiously:

  "What is the promotion ceremony of the Chaos Walker?"

  "Follow the guidance of fate, walk in a city caused by chaos due to external forces, pluck the thread of fate, and let the chaos end in a reasonable way."

  Backlund, a city in chaos caused by external forces, is really not a good place for a ceremony, because by then, even the gods will appear.

  After a little thought, Renekton nodded happily and agreed to Destiny's request. After all, he wanted to participate in this smog incident.

  After getting the answer, Destiny immediately closed his eyes, raised his hand and clenched it in the direction of Renekton's head. His brows were slightly frowned, and he repeated the clenching action again.

  Then he slowly retracted his outstretched right hand, nodded slightly and said in a solemn tone:

  "Okay, the luck on you is enough for you to get the effect of your wish today, but don't consume it casually. The malicious perception of a desire apostle is enough to consume most of the luck I attached to you."

  The Jowood District is not too far from the Holy Wind Cathedral.

  After getting the luck added by Destiny, Renekton stopped a rented carriage at the intersection, drove around the city aimlessly, and finally came here, waiting for the desire apostle to meet him after assassinating Duke Negan.

  The carriage stopped at an inconspicuous fork in the road. Renekton created a spiritual wall around the carriage, and then arranged a simple ceremony, and began to pray to the Hidden Sage:

  "The sage who sees into the world, the eyes that peek into the truth, the incarnation of endless knowledge and spiritual numbers!"

  "I pray to you;"

  "Pray for the hidden protection"

  As the prayer spell ended, Renekton only felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if he saw a pair of cold eyes with countless bright stars, staring at him.

  Immediately, his own spirituality sent feedback, and a veil like the night sky lightly enveloped him.

  After receiving the hidden effect given by the Hidden Sage, Renekton relaxed.

  The malicious perception of the demon path is really troublesome. It is difficult for him to ensure that some of the thoughts that occasionally flashed in his mind will not touch the other party's malicious perception, so he prayed to the Hidden Sage for the hidden effect.

  Not long after the carriage stopped, Renekton heard a humming sound of the wind.

  He subconsciously looked up at the window of the carriage, and saw the dark clouds and fog in the sky being blown away by the strong wind.

  Even without looking at the shaking of leaves and branches, the strong wind just now dragged a clear trace in the air and went straight to the southeast wind direction.

  A few seconds later, everything returned to normal.

  "Hey, Storm Path is really an impatient man!"

  He shook his head lightly and sighed. With the help of the Secret Eye, Renekton saw the figure wrapped in the strong wind when the strong wind just whistled past, the bishop of the Holy Wind Cathedral, the singer of God, Ace Snake.

  The impatient Storm Brother is going to be a Storm Pigeon again.

  Leaning in the carriage, Renekton waited for a not-so-long time and saw a luxurious carriage coming from the direction of the West District.

  In an instant, Renekton's eyes were covered with a layer of lavender light.

  He glanced at the luxurious carriage that was slowly passing by, and then shifted his gaze to look around the carriage. Through the feedback from different angles, he pieced together a picture of the carriage in his mind:

  it was carpeted, with beds, sofas, tables and other furniture, just like a mobile room.

  Inside sat Duke Negan, who was holding a crystal glass and tasting red wine. Not too far away, there was a secretary in a neat tuxedo, taking notes quickly with a notebook.     When Renekton's eyes swept over the carriage, he saw more than one aura representing magical items, one on Duke Negan and one on his secretary.

  Then Renekton's eyes wandered around, confirming the direction of the luxurious carriage through the feedback from the surroundings.

  Until the carriage stopped in front of an extremely luxurious house, at a glance, there was a glass greenhouse in the garden, which was full of flowers that did not belong to this season.

  A dock in the dock area.

  The person disguised as Patrick Jason Belia entered the cabin that had been booked in advance.

  He looked out the window, observed the misty sky, and silently calculated the time in his mind.

  After waiting for a while, he quickly took off his hat and took off his clothes, then stretched out his hand and pulled directly off the layer of human skin covering the surface of his body.

  Revealing the image of a gorgeous lady under the human skin, she methodically took out the clothes that had been prepared long ago and changed them one by one. In a very short time, she completed a complete image change.

  Finally, she found a fist-sized stone statue from the suitcase, wrapped the human skin she had just torn off on it, tied a knot and threw it directly into the river.

  After doing all this, she patted her hands lightly, closed the window, picked up the suitcase, and left the cabin.

  A small paper man was hanging on a branch on the river bank. A strange eye-like symbol was painted on the paper man, as if silently watching everything that had just happened here.

  Not long after, a whistling wind blew in the air, blowing away the surrounding mist and blowing the small paper man hanging on the tree to an unknown place.

  In the carriage at a fork in the road not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral in the Cherwood District.

  Renekton rubbed his eyes helplessly, as if the wind had blown sand into his eyes.

  The sensory synchronization of the Eye of Secrets is really uncomfortable, and I was almost dizzy. There is no way to recover the paper man, but fortunately I had anticipated it and left a way to let it self-destruct.

  However, who is the lady who disguised as Patrick Jason Belia? She doesn't look like a demonic Beyonder, maybe a member of the Sunset Red Pension Group?

  After thinking for a while, Renekton memorized the appearance of the lady pretending to be Patrick Jason Belia, and prepared to talk to her when he had the chance, perhaps he could find some additional clues.

  Then he took out a new paper man from his pocket, shook it twice in the air, threw it out of the car window, and was carried away by a breeze.

  Finally, it landed on the roof of a luxurious villa. In the gap between the tiles on the roof, the eye symbol drawn on the small paper man was like a real eye, staring at the villa opposite without blinking.

  In order not to alert the Beyonders in the villa, Renekton controlled the gaze of the small paper man and fell on the glass window of the villa opposite.

  Through the reflection of the glass, he watched the activities in the villa.

  The somewhat bloated Duke Negan hugged his mistress who was kept in the villa. There were two figures behind him, one should be his secretary, and the other was the bodyguard here.

  There were also a group of security guards scattered in different places outside the house.

  Soon, Duke Negan entered the bedroom and closed the curtains. The little paper man who lost his sight slowly lay down, like an ordinary piece of paper blown to the roof by the wind.

  In the attic of the luxurious villa where Duke Negan secretly kept a mistress.

  A man in a dark coat sat on an old chair, half-closed his eyes, and didn't know what he was sensing. Suddenly, a hint of ambiguous smile appeared on his face.

  "Such a strong desire does not match my judgment of him. It seems that he has taken related drugs. However, this is really too cooperative. Haha!"

  The man raised his face slightly, as if intoxicated, enjoying and communicating something.

  "It's almost here now!"

  He clenched his right hand fiercely, as if he was holding something tightly in his hand.

  In the bedroom, Duke Negan seemed to have regained the feeling of his youth.

  After a moment, the air around him seemed to calm down.

  Suddenly, he felt a thump in his mind, and Duke Negan felt that the pleasure of climbing to the limit suddenly burst out.

  His eyes went blank, his brain was temporarily silent, and his heart began to beat violently, as if a steam boiler with excessive pressure could explode at any time.

  After a moment, Duke Negan's eyes were blank, drooling, and he fell weakly onto his mistress who was lying flat on her back. Chapter 218 1-42

  The little paper man in the gap of the roof of the villa opposite kept shaking his body, trying to see clearly what was happening in the bedroom through the curtains.

  Just now, through the little paper man, Renekton sensed a spiritual anomaly and a mysterious smell.

  The apostle of desire finally took action.

  Inside the villa, the two extraordinary people who followed Duke Negan into the villa also noticed the anomaly just now. One of them, wrapped in a strong wind, directly crashed into the wall and broke into the bedroom where Duke Negan and his mistress were.

  The other went straight to the source of the anomaly just now, the attic of this villa!

  After a while, Renekton, who was sitting in the carriage, sensed a vague, tidal-like wave, rushing quickly towards the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral.

  "What a pity, the singer of God has been led away long ago."

  Renekton sighed in a low voice.

  Then he closed his eyes and focused on the scene observed by the little paper man on the other side.

  The curtains of the bedroom had been blown open by the strong wind brought by the wind-loving person just now.

  The little paper man clearly saw the guards who were gathered in a circle, a middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes wearing a black tuxedo, and Duke Negan who was surrounded by them and had not had time to put on his clothes.

  On the ground next to him, there was a naked beautiful lady curled up, probably in her early twenties.

  At this moment, she was like a frightened deer, hiding in a corner with a panic expression, holding a piece of clothing that she had taken off before, barely covering her key parts.

  The little paper man's eyes fell on the attic of the villa, which was isolated by a strange power. Even the sight of the Secret Eye could not penetrate without attracting other people's attention.

  He could only feel the rising desires and twisted rules inside, and roughly understood that the apostle of desire had already fought with Duke Negan's secretary.

  Duke Negan, whose body had recovered a little, panted and said:

  "Catch him, he must be caught alive, or in spirit form"

  "I want to know who it is"

  After the last time the pirate general Qi Lingos assassinated him, another unfamiliar Sequence Five strongman came. He didn't know who he had this endless hatred with.

  He wanted to find out who was behind the scenes and use all resources to tear the other party apart!

  As time passed, the villa trembled from time to time. It seemed that the battle between the Apostle of Desire and the Secretary in the attic had entered a white-hot stage.

  "Why hasn't the Archbishop come yet?" Duke Negan, who had calmed down his panting, asked uneasily.

  This place is not far from the Holy Wind Cathedral. At the flying speed of the God Singer, he should have arrived or was about to arrive.

  But now, there is no sign of the fog in the direction of the Holy Wind Cathedral being blown away.

  Beside Duke Negan, the Wind-loving One who was alert and vigilant said hesitantly:

  "Maybe, maybe the Archbishop..."

  Before he could say the possibility that the Archbishop might not be in the Holy Wind Cathedral, Duke Negan's mistress walked to the bedroom window, with a confused look in her eyes and a sad smile.

  The next moment, she jumped up and hit the concrete floor with her head on the ground.

  Bang! After a heavy impact, the mistress's beautiful head broke into a large gap, and blood continued to flow out.

  She rolled on the ground powerlessly for several times, and finally stopped with her face facing up.

  Her eyes completely lost focus, and her expression was frozen in madness and fear.

  Duke Negan, who was under heavy protection, saw this scene and felt a sense of emotional collapse.

  "Go! Get out of here!" He shouted instinctively.

  Showing such intense emotions in front of an Apostle of Desire is really a death wish!

  Renekton, who saw this scene through the little paper man, sighed silently in his heart.

  The next moment, through the sight of the little paper man, Renekton saw Duke Negan's terrified expression frozen on his face. The panic exploded in his body, rushed straight to his brain, drilled into his blood vessels, and covered his nerves.

  There seemed to be a sound of something breaking. Duke Negan didn't hear clearly what it was, but he felt a warm sensation at the back of his head.

  At the same time, several members of the surrounding guards became panicked, raised their special revolvers or rifles, and fired at the center.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Amid the dense gunfire, the Wind-Favored One quickly hugged Duke Negan and rolled to the ground. At the same time, pieces of invisible wind turned into sharp blades, cutting off the throats of the out-of-control guards.

  One guard after another fell to the ground, holding their throats. At the same time, Duke Negan, who was thrown to the ground by the Wind-Favored One and dodging bullets, twitched a few times and then completely calmed down.

  A Sequence 6 Beyonder lost his life directly under two consecutive explosions of desire.

  A figure covered in black liquid quietly rushed out of the attic of the villa and went away along the planned route without stopping.     The small paper figure on the roof opposite took off with the wind and floated away.

  The Apostle of Desire, who was evacuating the scene according to the predetermined route

  , paused for a moment. A thick blood-red ocean seemed to appear in front of him. This was the malicious perception from the devil. There was a very strong danger approaching him. The Apostle of Desire, who had just completed the assassination mission, looked around in some doubt. He was hesitating whether to change the evacuation route.

  He glanced at the pedestrians passing by on the street, but did not find anything unusual.

  The next moment, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he saw a small light yellow paper figure, which fell on a dead tree not far away that had withered due to the cold winter with the breeze.

  A chill rushed to his head, and his premonition of danger was about to explode.

  He turned around quickly and prepared to speed up to leave here. Suddenly, a silver light was reflected in his eyes, and a full-body armor walked over from the other end.

  Its left shoulder was tilted down, stained with a piece of coagulated blood, revealing a weird beauty. Every step it took caused the surrounding ground to shake slightly.

  As soon as he saw the blood-stained silver armor, the Apostle of Desire felt short of breath, as if he had encountered the most terrifying natural enemy.

  So fast? The paper man just locked onto me, and they chased after me? Was the fake body discovered so quickly?

  The Apostle of Desire was a little confused, but soon regained his composure. He began to try to sense the emotions and desires of the extraordinary person inside the blood-stained silver armor.

  However, the silver armor seemed to restrain him, completely blocking his extraordinary ability.

  As an Apostle of Desire, the control of desire, which he was best at, was no longer effective.

  He decisively raised his right hand and spread his huge bat wings. Light blue flames with a strong smell of sulfur continued to condense around him.

  A burst of silver light flashed across the base of his right hand, and his thumb instantly fell to the ground, leaving only a neat cut.

  Before he could react, the blood-stained silver armor swung the sword, and the Apostle of Desire's fingers fell one by one, and the suitcase he was carrying slammed to the ground.

  A trace of fear briefly emerged in his heart, and the pair of huge bat wings behind him immediately fled in another direction.

  At the same time, the shadow under his feet quietly shrank and hid at one point.

  Before the Apostle of Desire who had just escaped took two steps, countless silver rays burst out from his body, like a blooming firework.

  The sticky liquid covering his body surface fell like raindrops, and the broken ends of his forearms, arms, ribs, neck, ankles and other parts were smoothly scattered on the ground.

  Pah! His internal organs were scattered on the ground, his stomach was still moving, and his heart was still beating, as if he had not yet noticed that this body had been dismembered.

  The bright red blood was the thickest, splashing around like a scattered scarlet flower.

  1-42, blood-stained silver armor, a first-level seal held by the Church of the Night, which had caused the death of more than 100,000 people. I don't know which ancient god's blood was stained on it.

  After witnessing this scene, Renekton recalled the information of this sealed object and sighed imperceptibly.

  The little paper man hanging on the dry branch looked at the suitcase dropped by the Apostle of Desire with some reluctance. In it was all the money that the Apostle of Desire had accumulated as Patrick Jason.

  The next moment, a bright red light quietly lit up on the little paper man, and then it turned into ash and disappeared without a trace.

  Around, the Night Watcher and the senior deacon of the Mechanical Heart looked over at the same time, but only saw a disappearing light and a touch of ash.

  In the dark sewer, the Apostle of Desire, who resolutely abandoned his physical body and turned into a shadow, was sticking to the stone wall and swimming quickly in a certain direction.

  He wanted to use the complex environment in the sewer and some narrow and inconvenient areas to shake off the pursuit of the tall and heavy blood-stained silver armor behind him.

  And this shadow would stop and freeze in place every time it moved forward a certain distance.

  Then his dark surface continued to swell and solidify, as if to grow new flesh and blood, but due to lack of materials, it could not succeed.

  The next moment, the surrounding darkness was quietly torn aside like a curtain, revealing a quiet, boundless and clear night sky behind.

  A bright white moon hung high in the sky, casting white moonlight all over the ground, and there were faint twinkling stars around.

  This is the night sky in Renekton's memory, which is materialized in this isolated and wonderful place created through mysterious reproduction.

  　The previous chapter was blocked. I am speechless. I will post it again after I have revised it. Chapter 219 Goodbye Leonard

  The danger was foreseen to reappear, but the Apostle of Desire had already fallen into a trap that had been prepared long ago.

  The dark shadow twisted, and panic spread wildly on him.

  As an Apostle of Desire, he quickly adjusted his emotions and tried to find the ambushers hidden in the dark through his perception of emotions and desires.

  The next moment, stars emerged one after another around him, densely packed and dazzling.

  These stars cast one after another brilliance, converging into a magnificent pillar of light, covering the remaining shadow of the Apostle of Desire.

  The dark shadow gradually began to be dissolved by the starlight, collapsed and dissipated.

  The dark shadow without physical support could not effectively resist the erosion of the starlight, and dissolved rapidly.

  The next moment, the shadow suddenly dispersed, turned into a dark liquid, and flowed in all directions.

  "Naive." Renekton didn't care about the shadows that ran out of the range of the starlight. He raised his hand gently and silently said, "Sun!"

  A ball of intense but not stimulating golden light appeared on Renekton's hand, and then the light flowed around like water waves.

  As soon as the scattered black liquid came into contact, it screamed instinctively, and smoke came out of its "body", and finally evaporated and disappeared.

  In the end, only an unusually thin black shadow was left, and Renekton slowly approached.

  "Pop!" While rubbing his fingers, golden illusory flames ignited out of thin air on the black shadow, and these flames exuded the majestic and pervasive breath of the sun.

  The black shadow twisted and shouted wildly on the ground.

  It couldn't hold on for two seconds, and it completely lost its vitality, lying motionless on the ground, leaving only a thin, seemingly non-thick shadow.

  The clear night sky around it fell like a curtain, and the darkness and smell in the sewer were restored.

  Then, Renekton saw a floating figure standing not far away, seemingly looking for something. The other person wore a black crown on his head, and there was a cloak of the same color behind him that fluttered without wind.

  "Are you looking for him?" Renekton and Klein's spirit looked at each other, and then pointed to the place under his feet and said.

  While speaking, Renekton rubbed his fingers and created several golden illusory flames around him, illuminating the dark environment in the sewer.

  Klein followed Renekton's gaze and saw the thin shadow under his feet, as if there was no thickness.

  "Is this... the Apostle of Desire?" Klein looked at Renekton in confusion.

  "He has a talent for shadow transformation, which allows him to abandon his body and leave only his shadow. As long as he has enough materials, the shadow can also grow flesh and blood again."

  Renekton nodded slightly and explained the reason why the Apostle of Desire became like this.

  Then he took out a black glass bottle from the pocket of his coat, poured out a ball of strange spirit from it, and sank into the shadow on the ground.

  The shadow left by the Apostle of Desire trembled slightly for a while, and then began to emit a little fluorescence.

  Looking at the other party's skillful movements, Klein suspected that he had come here for the extraordinary characteristics of the Apostle of Desire.

  Suddenly, there was a slight vibration on the ground.

  Renekton and Klein looked to the other side at the same time. A tall and heavy silver armor rushed over, and a large piece of coagulated blood was stained under its left shoulder.

  "Sealed Artifact 1-42" Klein explained in a deep voice.

  Renekton nodded slightly and reminded the other party:

  "You go first."

  "I can take this thin shadow away with my spirit form." Klein did not rush to leave, but pondered.

  "He is emitting characteristics. As a spirit, you will be affected. You take away his remaining spirit and use it for spiritual communication."

  As he said that, he raised his hand and spread his spirituality, pulling the spirit of the Apostle of Desire that was floating around into his hand and handed it to Klein.

  Klein nodded slightly, then without hesitation, he wrapped the spirit of the Apostle of Desire that Renekton handed over, and ended the summoning directly.

  The next moment, Leonard, who was wearing blood-stained silver armor, saw that the figure wearing a black crown and a cloak of the same color beside Renekton suddenly disappeared without leaving any trace.

  He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around carefully for a moment, and finally set his sights on Renekton.

  "Eliminating clues and destroying evidence? You are very brave!"

  He said in a low voice, and his aggressive eyes locked on Renekton who stayed in place waiting for the characteristics to be extracted.

  "Hehe," Renekton chuckled nonchalantly:

  "Long time no see, it seems that you have become the Red Glove of the Church of Evernight."     "By the way, which ancient god did the blood on your armor come from?"

  Leonard's aura instantly dissipated, and he asked in confusion:

  "How did you recognize me?"

  "Foolish. He might have just guessed, but now he can definitely confirm it."

  Pales' voice was full of disappointment, and then he said again:

  "Ask him when the demigod in poor condition he mentioned will appear. The price of deceiving an angel is too high for even the followers of knowledge."

  Pales did not hide his voice in the latter sentence, and Renekton heard it directly, or rather, he said it directly to Renekton.

  After a moment of silence, Renekton himself did not know when the thief demigod parasitized the mouse, and could only make inferences based on what he knew:

  "Around January to March next year."

  "That's better." Pales' old voice sounded again from inside the silver armor.

  Renekton immediately made a promise:

  "When I become a prophet, I will help you predict."

  "Which ancient god is the blood on this silver armor from?"

  Leonard asked the old man who was parasitic in his body in a low voice with the same curiosity.

  Pales said to Leonard unhappily:

  "Phoenix Ancestor, Graygari, don't you find that this armor is very restraining to the extraordinary ability of the Apostle of Desire?"

  "This must be the effect of the blood of the ancient gods with authority similar to that of the Night Tranquility."

  "I don't know what the authority of the ancient gods is, and there is no record of this in the files I have read!"

  Leonard refuted for himself.

  Only the old man could hear what he said just now, so he explained to Renekton again:

  "The old man said it was the blood of the Phoenix Ancestor Graygari."

  Renekton nodded gently, and suddenly thought of the crow at home that only had part of the Phoenix bloodline. If it was given a drop of Phoenix Ancestor's blood, would it directly transform into a real Phoenix, or would Graygari be resurrected from it?

  Resurrection is unlikely, after all, the second Death God has already appeared, and the mark of Graygari on this path should have almost disappeared.

  Leonard, reminded by the old man in his body, withdrew his thoughts and asked again:

  "Why are you here! Clear the clues? Or destroy the evidence?"

  "Of course it's for the characteristics of the Apostle of Desire, otherwise, how can I have any intersection with a Beyonder of the Demon Path?"

  "That may not be the case." Leonard did not believe Renekton's words.

  Renekton waved his hand indifferently and said:

  "If you want to know the information behind this Apostle of Desire, I can tell you after knowing the result of the spiritual communication."

  While speaking, Renekton bent down naturally and picked up the characteristics extracted from the remaining shadow of the Apostle of Desire.

  The characteristics of the Apostle of Desire are like black mist, which seems to hide all human emotions and desires.

  Leonard's eyes also fell on the black mist-like property in Renekton's hand, and he said with a serious look:

  "Why don't you hand over the remaining spirit of him, and then tell you after I know the result of the spiritual communication?"

  "Because his spirit is not in your hand, and the armor on your body is almost at its limit."

  Renekton chuckled.

  As he spoke, his figure quickly faded and disappeared.

  After Renekton disappeared, the shadows around him that were silently controlled by his bone staff fell like a tide. The shielded Red Gloves members only then discovered Leonard here, and quickly rushed over and helped him take off his silver armor.

  After returning to Minsk Street, Renekton directly studied the property of the Apostle of Desire. He has always been curious about the ability of the Apostle of Desire to manipulate emotions and desires.

  As for whether the Nighthawks would know about his time in the sewer waiting for the property to be extracted and his chat with Leonard, Renekton was not worried at all.

  At that time, he still had the hidden effect granted by the Hidden Sage. When Leonard recalled it, he found that his memory was blurry. He could only remember that he had said a few words to a vague person.

  However, with Pallez, he could easily help Leonard recall this memory. However, this was enough to deal with the screening of Leonard by the Night Watchers.

  Just make sure that he is not on the wanted list of the Church of Night.

  After all, the goddess's record is scary.  Chapter 220: Arrodes with Two Faces

  At night, Renekton had just finished dinner and was ready to continue studying the characteristics of the Apostle of Desire.

  Knock! Two consecutive short knocks on the door sounded.

  The door creaked open automatically, and Klein took off the half-high silk hat on his head and walked in.

  "I thought you would choose to come to me tomorrow?"

  As he spoke, Renekton had already picked up two cups of coffee and walked to the sofa in the living room.

  Klein smiled politely and said,

  "Before, I had the protector of the Mechanical Heart with me, so I need to pay attention to my own behavior and be in line with the personality of a detective."

  "It's already night, and you're still drinking coffee? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to sleep at night?"

  "For Beyonders, wanting to sleep is a very simple problem. Moreover, I just got the characteristics of the Apostle of Desire. Before I have studied certain results, I will probably not be in the mood to sleep."

  As he spoke, Renekton had already leaned back on the sofa and casually pushed another cup of coffee in front of Klein.

  Klein glanced at the coffee on the coffee table, and for the sake of his sleep quality at night, he shook his head slightly and refused.

  He organized his words a little and said,

  "I have completed the channeling of the Apostle of Desire, Patrick Jason Belia. He is a member of the Demon Family and joined a very ancient secret organization, where he received a mission to assassinate Duke Negan."

  "The reward is a Blasphemous Card, the Abyss Card!"

  "That ancient organization is called Dusk."

  "Ahem!" Renekton coughed lightly, interrupting the other party's narration, and then explained to Klein, who was puzzled,

  "Don't say this name casually in the outside world, it will be discovered." "." After a brief shock, Klein pondered with a somewhat annoyed expression:   "If... I told Miss Justice the name of this organization, would she be in danger?"   You moved so fast?   Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Klein, and after a little hesitation, he said,

  "   As long as it is not mentioned frequently, or the identity is special, the danger is not that great. That person is not an evil god. At most, he will just take a look. Maybe at some point Miss Justice will become part of the other party's plan to promote it."   "Is this other party... a high-sequence extraordinary person from the audience path?" Klein's brows gradually frowned. The other party's description reminded him of the high-sequence ability of the audience path.   Renekton nodded slightly and said,   "It should be said that he is the one with the strongest audience access at present. Frequently mentioning him and his Sunset Red Otaku Group will attract attention, easily reveal some key information, and inadvertently become a member of the other party's script."   "Sunset Red Otaku Group. This nickname you gave is quite unique. Can this prevent the other party from noticing it?"   Klein controlled the twitching corners of his mouth and sighed softly.   "If you associate this nickname with yourself in your heart, you will definitely be noticed. I have given myself certain psychological hints. To me, this is just a word like "someone" or "there" that has no fixed reference."   "I see." Klein nodded in understanding, and then said:   "I appeared as the Black Emperor of the Thief at the place where Jason Belia was killed by you, which seems to have made some associations among the people of the three major churches. This allowed me to digest the magician potion in my body."   "Congratulations." Renekton restrained his surprised expression and congratulated him.   This progress is not ordinary fast. In less than half a year, he will soon become a faceless man of Sequence 6.   Because of the successful digestion of the potion, Klein's mood was obviously a little higher:   "There are still some auxiliary materials missing, but they are just some relatively common materials, which can be collected soon."   "There should be a considerable bounty, right? The people from the church came too quickly, you should have reminded them implicitly."   Recalling that because the Church of the Night came too quickly with 1-42, he did not have the opportunity to take away Jason Belia's suitcase, Renekton shook his head helplessly.   That was all the property that Jason Belia had saved in Backlund for so many years, at least 50,000 or 60,000 pounds.   Klein nodded slightly and said happily: "Yes, I got 1,000 pounds!"   In the underground area of ​​the Steam Church.   A group of members of the Mechanical Heart team were watching an ancient silver mirror with strange patterns. There were black gems on both sides of the mirror to decorate as "eyes".   A member of the Mechanical Heart team glanced at the magic mirror Arrodes, which was quite famous in the church, and asked curiously:   "Deacon, if you ask the magic mirror some unsolved problems or classic paradoxes, will it give the correct answer?"   "It will directly refuse, or give you a lightning, or let you bear a curse that you absolutely don't want to face."   "It is a living seal... and it has extremely high intelligence. It cannot be viewed as a rigid object."   Ikanser replied with a sigh.   After answering the questions of the team members, he clenched his fists, and after calming down his nervous mood, he stretched out his five fingers and gently stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times.   A layer of subtle mist spread across the surface of the silver mirror. Ikanser took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice:   

  "Respected Arrodes, my question is, who or which force ordered the Apostle of Desire to assassinate Duke Negan?"

  The magic mirror Arrodes was silent for a moment, without showing any picture. After a long time, the water light floated and outlined a dusk scene.

  "What does this mean?" The members of the Mechanical Heart team looked at each other, and none of them could understand the meaning of the picture presented by the magic mirror.

  "Dusk. It is a symbol of life approaching the end. Could it be a sect that believes in the god of death? Or a madman who believes in the end of the world?"

  "I think it is the latter."

  The team members discussed with each other, but in the end they did not come to a definite conclusion.

  Ikanser, who asked the question just now, did not pay attention to the discussion of his team members. At this moment, his face was already red, and he even felt that his head was smoking.

  Because the magic mirror Arrodes asked its question:

  "What color underwear do you like best?"

  Ikanser uttered a word with difficulty:

  "Red"

  The room suddenly became unusually quiet, and everyone looked at the corner of the room as if nothing had happened.

  Ikanser scratched his fluffy hair, suppressed the shame that kept rising in his heart, and asked the second question:

  "Respected Arrodes, my second question is, who killed the Apostle of Desire?"

  The picture of the magic mirror Arrodes suddenly got stuck, and no new picture appeared in the floating water light. After a long time, a vague dark scene appeared, and only a person could be vaguely seen standing in the dark.

  The picture disappeared quickly, and Ikanser had no time to think. Arrodes was angry and said a series of deep red words:

  "It's my turn to ask questions!"

  "Every time you solve it with your hands, who is the person you imagine in your mind?"

  The room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that everyone's breathing could be heard.

  "I choose to punish." Ikanser said with his face pale and red.

  The next moment, a silver electric light flashed for a moment, as if Arrodes had been waiting for the opportunity to chop him.

  Ikanser sat on the chair behind him with a charred head that smelled a little like charcoal.

  A team member said reluctantly:

  "Deacon, let me answer the next question."

  "Try not to enter the punishment phase." Ikanser nodded gently, speaking in a weak tone.

  The volunteered member of the Mechanical Heart confidently imitated Ikanser's actions and stroked the surface of the silver mirror three times.

  "Respected Arrodes, my question is, who are the collaborators of the Apostle of Desire?"

  The silver mirror's expression was floating, showing the back of a lady with an excellent figure.

  Then, it was replaced by a person who was extremely blurry, and it could only be barely judged that he was a man from his clothes.

  The picture ended quickly, and the surface of the silver mirror quickly outlined bloody words:

  "You solve it with your hands every day?"

  The team member who asked the question froze in place, only feeling that his ears were quickly getting hot.

  "Yes." He answered very quietly.

  In the bathroom on the second floor of No. 15 Minsk Street, Klein looked at the bright red words on the mirror in front of him with a puzzled look on his face:

  "Oh! My great master, your humble and loyal servant Arrodes, finally found you!"

  "Please forgive my rudeness. My body is still under the supervision of the Steam Church. I can only come to see the great master in this way!"

  "Great, supreme master, can I follow your footsteps!!!"

  Klein was silent. He had already thought of the sealed object 2-111 of the Steam Church called the magic mirror.

  When I touched the mirror at that time, I did have some different reactions. But, is this really the magic mirror? The difference between before and after is too big!

  "2-111?" Klein hesitated and asked back.

  "Yes, master, you can also call me Arrodes. I can answer any questions you ask. As long as it does not involve the true god and secrets, I can answer them without restriction."

  "Can I, my great, supreme master?"

  Is this its rule? If you ask a question, you must ask the other person to answer it. But this is too different from how you treat the members of the Mechanical Heart. Does this magic mirror have two faces? If the deacon Ikanser saw this, would he cry in the toilet?