Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 212 Lanerwus escapes

It was actually led by a senior deacon, who was also carrying a sacred object.

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. Now Lanerwus should be unable to fly.

She watched as the three Nighthawks carried a strange mirror into the union dormitory and closed the door.Afterwards, calm returned to the area around the East Balam dock, and the propeller of the airship had stopped, relying on the buoyancy of hydrogen to float in place.

Only the machine gun on the box shakes from time to time, indicating that time here has not stopped.

Angel waited patiently, waiting for the battle in the dormitory to decide the winner, waiting for Lanervus to die under the sword of the goddess.

At this time, she noticed that the gas lamps near the dormitory were extinguished one by one from near to far, as if the flames were extinguished by the spreading wind. Then, the extremely majestic airship floating nearby seemed to have lost its buoyancy. It started to spin and fall slowly, the propellers turning like crazy, trying to stabilize the airship, but to no avail.

At the center of these visions, the dock union dormitory erupted with an extremely terrifying and evil aura. It was the aura of the "True Creator" that Angel had experienced several times during this period!

This breath swept across the airship that was about to fall and surrounded Angel. She seemed to be blown by an invisible storm. Her whole body was cold and her hands and feet were numb in an instant. It was as if she had returned to Tingen City to face Megaos and the evil god in her belly. The day of the heir was like the time when he saw the bronze-skinned Lanerwus in two divination and was counterattacked by the divinity of the Creator.

Could it be that the evil god has come again?What about the red gloves? Where is "Sword of the Goddess" Sesima?
She gritted her teeth and held the railing in front of her with her hands to support her body to prevent her legs from falling to the ground, while her eyes stared at the small brick-red building.

Should I go in and give it a try?Maybe there was a fierce confrontation between Lanruth and the Red Gloves in the dormitory, and he was the last straw that broke the opponent's back.

But will joining the battle hastily affect the Red Gloves who are fighting?

In the moment of hesitation, the evil aura of the true Creator suddenly disappeared, as if He had never been there.

The streetlights came back on one by one, and the airship that almost touched the ground stopped falling, stabilized its posture, and began to rise slowly.

Is it a winner?
Angel trembled and regained his balance, watching the airship float high into the sky, with machine guns and artillery aimed at the brick-red dormitory building, waiting for the final result just like her.

She took out the magic mirror from her arms, polished the mirror surface with a sigh of relief, then poured her spirituality into it and tried to perform divination.

"Mirror Mirror tells me the current status of Crestel Sesima."

Bypassing the divination target who might suffer a counterattack, Angel first asked the magic mirror about the other side of the battle.

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In the brick-red trade union dormitory, in the lobby on the first floor, several men in black robes lay staggering on the ground, their bodies covered with bullet holes and blood flowing all over the floor.

Two men dressed in trench coats and red gloves were leaning against the wall, their eyes closed, unconscious. There was a simple-looking mirror between them, facing the sky, reflecting the ceiling of the hall.

"Sword of the Goddess" Kresty Sesima knelt on one knee, his windbreaker was torn into strips, and the white shirt inside was also covered in blood. He used his red-gloved hands to support his body. He straightened his neck and looked at the stairs in front of him. The silver-white box beside him was open and empty inside.

As he opened his mouth to gasp, distorted faces appeared on the senior deacon's teeth, as if they were constantly screaming, as if there were ghosts living in them.

At the end of his sight, a pure white bone sword, the sacred object that he never left his body, was inserted between the chest and abdomen of Lanerwus, who had a dark complexion and an angular face. Only the hilt was exposed, and the latter's chest The large piece of flesh and blood in front seemed to disappear, leaving a void through which the wall behind him could even be seen.

Lanervus stood upright, unaffected by this fatal wound at all. He even smiled with his signature sarcastic smile.

"You bunch of hard-working night owls have indeed lived up to my expectations just like Tingen did. Although you missed the traces of the mutated animals I deliberately created and the prostitutes I tortured and killed, in the end you were still there with that idiot Qiangwei. The Bishop's annihilation operation captured clues that led to my location and helped me escape the influence of the true Creator."

"Thank you, thank you so much, don't worry, I'm not being sarcastic this time, I'm really thanking you, look at my sincere eyes!"

He spoke very fast, with a sarcastic tone, and pulled out the pure white bone sword from his chest with exaggerated movements. The wound lost the support of the murder weapon, but not much blood flowed out, but a few wiggling strands of granulation gradually grew from the inside. , is slowly repairing this wound that runs from front to back.

"As a thank you, let me use this sword to send you on your way." Lanervus waved the bone sword and approached Sesima slowly. "It's a pity that I can't keep this weapon, otherwise it would It was tracked by you using it. The divinity that can kill the true creator, even if it is just a trace of divinity, must be a high-sequence sealed object. Well, that's what you call magical items, right?" Like a chatterbox. Talking to himself, he approached Sesima, who was half-kneeling. A light flashed in the latter's eyes, and the surrounding space was instantly enveloped in a peaceful atmosphere.

Feeling this tranquility, Lanerwus, holding the bone sword, suddenly felt that he should have a good sleep on the floor of the hall until dawn. His eyelids had the same idea, becoming heavy and gradually closing.

Just when his eyes were about to close, his expression changed and he bit the tip of his tongue to wake himself up.

"It turns out you still have power... hmph."

With a cold snort, he threw the bone sword. The target was not Sesima, whose eyes were half-closed and ready to pull the enemy into a dream, but the unconscious Nighthawk in the corner.

"No!"

Sesima shouted loudly, her eyes widened, and she waved her hand to use the strength she had finally accumulated to guide the bone sword to one side, grazing the body of the Nighthawk and piercing the wall.

With this little time, Lanerwus quickly got rid of the influence of the dream. He did not dare to try to kill the unpredictable "Sword of the Goddess" again. Instead, he turned around and quickly went upstairs, climbed out of the window of the stairwell, Landing lightly, he came to the alley behind the dormitory.

Skillfully lifting the manhole cover on the ground, he climbed down the ladder with both hands and entered the sewer.

Several Nighthawks are no longer capable of fighting, and it may take a few minutes for the airship outside to detect the abnormality. This is my escape time!

"Clap clap clap."

Stepping on the shallow sewage, the wounds on his chest and abdomen were slowly being repaired by the granulations. Lanerwus felt as if he had returned to his own home in the sewer, skillfully crossing one bend after another, and occasionally choosing to go back slightly at the fork in the road. , entering another passage, but always away from the East Balam dock.

As long as I run a few hundred meters more, back to the ground, back to the streets of the East District, these stupid nighthawks won't be able to find me...

He suddenly stopped and stood in the middle of the passage.

A figure appeared in the open space in front of him.

In Lanervus' dark vision, the other party took off her hood without caring about revealing her identity, revealing a round face of a young woman with no distinguishable features. Her long black hair was fluttering in the wind, as if she was coming. A demon seeking revenge.

"Great, you're not dead yet."

There was a hint of joy in her clear voice, which almost made Lanerwus think that the other party was here to help him.

"There is actually an ambush here. Why can't I smell blood from so far away?"

Looking back at the direction leading to the East Balam dock, he took a deep breath and started talking as if he were meeting an old friend.

"Is it possible that that smell comes from your hands stained with the blood of innocent people?"

The mysterious woman approached step by step, and took out the dagger behind her. She quickly moved her fingers on the spine of the knife, igniting a black flame, making the dagger dance like a torch in her flexible hands.

"Innocent person? Who?" Lanervus stepped back step by step, his eyes began to look for other routes to leave, but he mocked the other person, "Sorry, there are too many, I can't even remember them."

"It's okay, I'll let you remember it."

To his surprise, the other party was not angered by his verbal attack. Instead, a smile appeared on his round, expressionless face.

(End of this chapter)