On the clock tower of Dongbailang Dock, Klein, wearing a clown mask, hid in the deep darkness, has been quietly gazing at the dormitory of the Dockworkers Association, staring at the airship floating above it.

He could not see the specific battle process, nor could he know where the action in the brick red building had progressed. He could only forcibly endure it, and judge whether the situation was good or bad from the changes in the surrounding scenes and from the occasional passing black dots.

At this moment, he saw the gas street lights in that area suddenly went out.

All are extinguished!

It's getting dark there!

Immediately afterwards, a feeling that impressed him so much broke out from the brick-red building. Even though it was a long distance, Klein couldn't help but tremble, his legs became weak, and his back bent.

It was the feeling of looking down from the essence, crushing the living beings.

That's an inconsistent feeling of being unable to face it!

No, don't look directly at the god... In a trance, Klein seemed to have returned to the hall of the Black Thorn Security Company, and seemed to be opening his spiritual vision, wanting to peek into Megaosi's mental state and the baby in her belly.

That feeling is exactly the same as it is now!

No, it's more extreme and terrifying now!

How could this happen? Didn’t Ranrus only have a little divine nature given by the “real creator”? At most, add one or two corresponding items! How could it taste like the coming of the evil god?

Before Crane could get rid of the tremors of her body and the unrestrained thoughts, she suddenly felt a deep, quiet, and deep black swallowing the previous smell of being unable to look directly, not to spy on, not to resist.

Both of them were destroyed at the same time, and the gas street lights around them jumped out a relatively bright fire. The airship that could not stop the falling just now floated up again.

Everything has returned to its original state, and there seems to be no change at all.

But Klein didn't think so. He stood up straight and understood that something crucial happened in the brick red building.

There is no longer the feeling of being more than the extraordinary, and there is no longer the smell of an evil god coming. This means that the "real creator" or Lanceus's plan failed... But the night-time person should have also suffered a serious blow, and there may not be any remaining strength... At this time, Klein's heart moved, and he hurriedly untied the spiritual swing in the cuff of his left wrist, held it with one hand, and said in a low voice:

"Ranelus is no longer dangerous at present."

After repeating it seven times quickly, he opened his eyes and saw the citrine pendant spinning counterclockwise, but the speed was not fast and the amplitude was not large.

This shows that Lärus is still a dangerous person now, but the degree is already quite low.

What Klein is more concerned about is another point:

Divination has not failed again!

This shows that Ranhös has been separated from the divine nature given by the "real creator" and is essentially separated!

The cold wind that was immersed in his bone marrow blew, and Klein shivered suddenly, feeling that an electric current instantly penetrated his mind from the soles of his feet.

Maybe, I can do something! He suddenly flashed through this idea, no longer hesitated, walked four steps backwards on the top of the dark bell tower, and entered the gray fog.

He didn't waste his time, so he sat down and showed a piece of yellow-brown parchment and a divination statement:

"Lanerus's escape path."

Klein leaned back, recited it quickly, and entered a deep dream.

In that illusory, fragmented, and hazy world, he saw the ditch with sewage, the dim and dirty passages, and the metal pipes with a little rust.

There is cramped and closed.

There is a sewer!

Klein woke up and immediately covered himself with his spirituality, falling into the fog.

As soon as he returned to the real world, he immediately took a few steps back and came to the side of the bell tower facing away from the airship.

Before walking the hovering stairs, Klein directly turned out the dark yellow fence. With the help of the platform on the surface of the building, the bulges and decorations, he jumped down layer by layer, and his body was balanced as if he was walking on the ground.

In just a short time, his feet stepped on the thick stone slabs on the street.

…………

In the brick-red building, two night-worthy people wearing red gloves fell to the door and were unconscious. The ancient silver-plated mirror rolled into the corner, but it was no longer special. It was impossible to tell that it was a "1"-level seal.

But it can be clearly felt that it is recovering little by little.

Crestai Sesimah knelt on one knee at the intersection, and a line of liquid that looked like blood and tears was sliding down on each corner of her eyes.

His short golden brown hair drooped weakly, and his vertical windbreaker and shirt collar had become torn, revealing his pointed chin and thin, hard mouth.

As he kept breathing, a semi-illusory translucent face with a twisted face appeared on each of his teeth.

Sisima's left palm with red gloves supported the ground, and she struggled to straighten her neck and looked forward.

Right in front of him was the staircase leading to the second floor, and above it stood the staircase with a completely open linen shirt standing.

Ranrus stood there straight, with the pure white, moistening bone sword between his chest and abdomen.

The flesh and blood without skin outlined the flesh and blood of the hanging figure, but all disappeared at this time, leaving a hole.

In a vague way, you can even see the behind him through this void from the front of Ranrus.

Ranrus moved in great difficulty, suddenly laughed loudly, and laughed wildly:

"Hahahaha, thank you!"

"I really want to thank you!"

"Really, looking at my sincere eyes, I really want to thank you!"

"If you hadn't discovered and arrived in time, in a few months, I would have truly become the carrier of the arrival of the 'real creator'. At that time, what's the difference between my state and my death?"

Cecima was obviously stunned when she heard this, and could not believe that the guy who had been trying hard to destroy the biggest reliance was so happy at this moment.

He wanted to stand up at this time, but couldn't stand up, wanted to resist, but was powerless to resist.

Ranrus saw his doubts and coughed and smiled:

"Do you know? For someone like me, it's the saddest to have a big event that I'm proud of afterwards."

"Well, when I was in Tingen, I was deceived by the 'real creator'. He not only returned by creating his offspring, but also planted 'saplings' in my body in secret."

"No, I even think that Megous's child is just his guise, and He did not even ask the members of the Aurora to protect her and draw attention. He seemed to know from the beginning that this would fail."

"His true coming was placed on me, and the divine nature He gave me suddenly merged with the 'sapling' in my body after I arrived at Beckland. Haha, can you imagine it? I am being replaced little by little, little by little by little by little by little by little by little! By the end, I will become the 'real creator'."

"Before I came up with a solution, I was found by the people of the Aurora Society based on the divine sense. Fortunately, they are all crazy people with simple minds, haha, there are always so many stupid people."

Cough cough cough! Ranerus spitted blood stasis, and seemed to have recovered some of his movements.

He took a step forward with difficulty, and his angular face suddenly became much softer for some reason, more like the original one.

Ranhlus stretched out his palm and pressed the handrail of the stairs, and smiled sarcastically:

"Fortunately, the real Creator wants to completely come and replace me completely, which requires a lot of pessimism, despair, numbness, resentment and primitive evil. Only Beckland, only the East District, the factory area and the dock area can meet his requirements. This gives me the opportunity and the opportunity to contact others."

"I know that it is unrealistic to call the police simply by contacting people, because the people I contact are likely to be members of the Aurora Society."

"I wanted to incite the strike at first to get the police department to notice me, but I was warned by the Aurora people, tortured and had to end in a hurry."

"I pretended to be a little out of control and got the opportunity to vent my vent. During this process, I secretly polluted some living creatures with my blood, turning them into ferocious mutant monsters. Unfortunately, before you checked it, this matter was discovered by the Aurora again. It seems that some members of them died at the hands of the mutant monsters. Alas, I have no divinity now and no 'saplings', and the blood no longer has such an effect."

"After that, I was controlled more strictly, but I still found an opportunity. I killed a prostitute and used the cruelest method to attract the attention of the police. Who knew that the people from the Aurora actually disguised this case as part of a serial murder case, and I still couldn't wait for rescue."

"I don't have a similar opportunity, I can only change to a more clever method. I took the initiative to ask the most vicious, craziest and most radical members of the Aurora Society to take care of me, and this is exactly what they think. Hehe, can't they think with their brains? Such crazy people can cause trouble at any time. Sure enough, you are here!"

Huh... At this time, Ranrus breathed, moved his body, and seemed to finally get rid of the residual influence.

He pulled out the Holy Bone Sword that was inserted between his chest and abdomen and said regretfully:

"What a pity, I can't take it away, otherwise I will be locked and found by you soon."

After the pure white bone sword completely left his body, the exaggerated wound did not leave a drop of blood. The disappearing part did not seem to belong to Ranrus.

Ranrus pressed his right hand on his chest and saluted Crestai Sesimma and others:

"The people on the airship outside should be recovering soon, I can't stay any longer."

"Thank you, thank you sincerely."

"Although you are stupid, you helped me in the end."

"It's your honor to you stupid guys."

Speaking of this, he straightened his body and said with a sarcastic smile:

"Goodbye, stupid night watchmen."

"Send me away with your lives."

He held the sacred bone sword and rushed forward a few steps, trying to stab Crestai Sesimama.

But at this time, his eyelids began to become heavy and heavier, and he just wanted to fall down to sleep.

"So you still have some strength, so this is troublesome..." Ranerus bit his tongue lightly, and suddenly threw the Holy Bone Sword in his hand out, and threw it at the Night Watcher who was unconscious by the door!

"No!"

Sesimma waved his hand with the power he had finally accumulated, causing the invisible things to deviate from the Sacred Bone Sword.

Ranrus seized this opportunity and ran to the side, and from the bathroom window at the end of the corridor, he turned out a brick-red building.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the manhole cover on the street, climbed and fell sharply, and entered the sewer.

Ranrus seemed very familiar with this place. Even if it was pitch black around him, he could run, jump, turn, and quickly escape into the depths of the maze-like sewer.

Suddenly, he stopped instinctively and leaned back.

puff!

A card penetrated deeply into his right chest, and blood dripped quickly on the edge.

Ranrus looked up and saw the attacker with his dark vision.

It was a medium-sized man in a worker's uniform, with a mask with a high corner of his mouth and a red nose on his face.

That was a happy clown.

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