aircannonsinc Chapter 365 Cleaning Up the Battlefield and Blocking Both Sides
Chapter 365 Cleaning Up the Battlefield and Blocking Both Sides
Chapter 365 Cleaning Up the Battlefield and Blocking Both Sides
"He's dead—"
After confirming that no one was around, Lorne stepped out of the shadows and approached the still-warm body of the "Apostle of Desire".
"The surroundings are still somewhat warm."
Because the body had been purified by a "sun" pathway spell, some warm and pure spiritual energy remained around it. This was keenly noticed by Lorne, who had been frequently dealing with holy water recently.
"hiss----"
Seeing the extraordinary properties emanating from the corpse, exuding an aura of depravity and desire, Lorne forcibly suppressed the urge to take it for himself.
The authorities are already aware of this, and if I were to remove this feature now, it would only cause endless trouble.
Although he could blame it all on the mysterious person who killed the demon, there was still a certain risk involved.
Moreover, Lorne felt that the mysterious man's back looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
"Why didn't he take the special properties? Was it because he didn't have time to wait for them to solidify?" Lorne bent down and carefully examined the corpse.
"Gone—the spirit is completely gone—"
"Hiss—" Lorne straightened up and sighed, leaning against the wall behind him. He then took out the penny from his pocket and tossed it into the air as usual.
The coin tumbled in the air before landing steadily in his palm, tails up.
"Negan."
"If nothing unexpected happens, the person who was just rescued should be Duke Negan, right?"
Although he had never seen the other party in person before, Lorne could roughly guess what was going on based on the bodyguard's title of "Wind-Cherisher" and the various promises the duke made when he asked for help.
"Oh----"
He suddenly felt a little ridiculous. He had been on his way to a party hosted by Viscount Negan, but by some twist of fate, he had ended up saving Duke Negan—
"Duke Negan is a bigwig in the Conservative Party, so whoever tried to assassinate him must be no small fry—that 'devil' from earlier was probably just a henchman. I ruined their plans this time, will I—"
"But I can't just not save them."
"The subsequent investigation will definitely notice that I was nearby at the time."
Lorne found himself in a dilemma. By saving Duke Negan, he had essentially offended the mysterious force behind this "devil," and also indirectly offended the New Party.
But if he didn't help, the subsequent investigation would most likely still trace it back to him. At that point, not only would he be unworthy of the title of "hero," but he might also become the target of the conservatives' anger—
While he could choose to change his appearance and conceal his identity, the sudden appearance and disappearance of a powerful mid-sequence Beyonder would undoubtedly trigger a full investigation by the Church. If something were discovered, things would become even more complicated.
"Being single-minded has backfired." Lorne rubbed his temples with a wry smile.
"I'm a factory owner, I was born to be on the side of the New Party—"
His identity as the owner of the Lorne factory and his relationship with MP Macht were both factors that brought him closer to the New Party camp. Now, unexpectedly, he has become the savior of a Conservative Party bigwig.
"Is this what they call—the capriciousness of fate?"
Just then, Lorne heard footsteps coming from behind him. He immediately turned around, gun in hand, and saw that the people who had come were the two Punishers who had fought alongside him earlier.
Their faces were wary and scrutinizing, their eyes scanning back and forth between Lorne and the corpse on the ground.
Lorne slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun. He took a business card out of his pocket, flicked it lightly between two fingers, and the card spun through the air toward one of the men, who instinctively caught it.
"James Scott, the owner of the arms factory." Lorne gave a slightly tired but composed smile. "As the owner of an arms factory, it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry two guns for self-defense, isn't it?"
"Waaah—!"
After the night watchmen finally dealt with those troublesome "falling experts," a piercing whistle suddenly came from deep within the tracks! A locomotive billowing steam, pulling several carriages, burst out of the darkness!
"They're trying to escape!"
The night watchmen reacted immediately, raising their guns and firing! However, even the demon-hunting bullets hitting the heavy steel body of the vehicle only produced useless sparks!
Left with no other choice, the "Singer of God" used all his strength to summon lightning that struck the train directly.
"boom!"
Amidst the deafening explosion, the locomotive was severely deformed and veered off the tracks, finally coming to a stop with a piercing, teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound.
However, when the night watchmen and those who took the punishments cautiously rushed into the carriage, they found it empty except for a few "falling experts" who had been used as bait, slumped over in their seats.
Meanwhile, the battle inside the stronghold was also gradually coming to an end.
"Those henchmen of the 'Hanged Man,' though a bit insane, are still somewhat useful in crucial moments."
Standing on a secluded high platform, Club Five watched as Mr. A, covered in wounds and with a scalpel still stuck in his head, stubbornly escorted Megalos through the encirclement. Finally, with the help of the "Secret Saint" Butis, who was waiting in the distance, they successfully left.
After watching the whole thing, he nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he turned his gaze to the ravaged stronghold below, where the battle was drawing to a close.
"Alright, now it's my turn to make my appearance—"
The emergency distress signal was received a while ago. Now is the perfect time to go over, paddle around a bit, and finish things up.
"What did you say?!"
"What did you say?!" Having just escaped a fierce underground battle, his robes still stained with dust and blood, "Singer of God" Ace Snake was shocked and enraged upon hearing his subordinates' urgent report: Duke Negan had been assassinated! Just a few blocks away!
"You stay here and assist the night watchmen in cleaning up this mess!" Snake practically spat out the order through gritted teeth. Without even a chance to explain, he transformed into a bolt of lightning, soaring into the sky and flying towards the crime scene mentioned in the report!
"Looks like Backlund is going to be quite lively tonight." Leonard watched the God Singer's hurried departure, wiped the dust off his face, and sighed with a wry smile.
Suddenly, he felt something gently touch him.
He suddenly turned his head and saw a familiar doll staring straight at him.
"ah-!"
He immediately jumped, so startled he almost fell over.
"Hahaha!" Soster couldn't help but laugh out loud, stepping out of the shadows with two other inactive "fall experts" in his hands.
"Captain Soster! You—"
"Don't get so excited, here you go." Soster tossed the doll to Leonard.
Leonard hurriedly caught the doll, and looking at the exquisite but lifeless face in his arms, his lips twitched involuntarily.
"It seems to have run out of energy. Now it's our spoils. Keep it safe and take it back to the church."
Meanwhile, Klein arrived late, following the address on the card Charles had given him.
"Although we had already consulted the oracle beforehand, but—"
The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder. Overturned wagons littered the ground, and the walls were riddled with bullet holes and charred remains from the explosions. It was as if a small-scale war had taken place. "Night Watchman—Damn it—"
Upon seeing a group of night watchmen dressed in black trench coats with serious expressions walking towards him, he immediately turned around and hid in a nearby alley.
"Sherlock".
He had just slipped into the shadows when a familiar voice rang out behind him.
He turned his head sharply and found that Charles was there too.
"Director? What are you doing here?"
"Like you, I received an emergency support signal." Charles sighed, pointing to the chaotic streets outside. "Unfortunately, we're too late. Look, the three major churches are already cleaning up the battlefield."
"How are our people doing?" Klein asked tentatively.
"Everyone should be safely evacuated, but a lot of stuff from the base—it's likely gone." Charles lowered his voice. "We need to get back quickly. With this base exposed, they'll definitely be moving important supplies to the guild. We'll be busy for the next few days."
"Understood." Klein nodded, preparing to leave with Charles.
After taking only a few steps, Charles suddenly spoke, asking casually, "Sherlock, you should know that James Scott, right?"
"Yes, we've collaborated once before," Klein replied honestly, though he seemed a little puzzled.
"Alright. I've been so busy with other things that I haven't been able to find the time, so I guess I stood them up this time. Could you—help me contact them again?"
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