Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 434A: We are the righteous Aurora Society! (3K)

The Queen.

The warm and dazzling sunlight penetrates the layers of haze and splashes into the single-family house with a pointed roof and red tiles.

This pale sunlight seemed to be devoid of any emotion, allowing Backlund's low temperature in November to erode everything.

The biting cold wind blew into the living room. In this house without a lit fireplace, Julis slightly opened her robe, revealing her fair skin and plump roundness as if she was resistant to the cold, and pretended to fan herself with her palms.

"It's really hot today, Mr. A. As 'cultists' being hunted by the seven major churches, we are naturally in the same position. I hope you can consider our sincerity~"

Upon hearing this, Mr. A, who was sitting on the sofa, wearing a tweed coat and a woolen gown underneath, and covered himself tightly, immediately became anxious.

"Fuck your motherfucker!"

"Do you want to die!? We are not 'cultists', we are the Lambs of the Lord!"

"Everything has divinity, and you have lost your salvation!"

He slammed the coffee table and roared angrily, spit flying everywhere, and glared at the witch in front of him with bloodshot eyes, as if he was looking at a prey that he could skin and eat.

An indescribable evil hunger came over them, causing the members of the Witch Sect's hair to stand on end and their spiritual intuition to send out crazy warnings.

At this moment, Yuli had no doubt that if she said one more wrong word, the lunatic from the Aurora Club opposite her would pounce on her and eat her up without leaving any residue.

What a madman!
You eat people when you disagree with them, and you still say you are not cultists! ?

Facing Mr. A who was glaring at her viciously, she could only think about these words in her heart.

"It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, I didn't mean to offend you at all!"

Frankly speaking, as a Sequence 5 "Witch of Pain" and a high-level member sent by the "Witch Cult" to cooperate with the Loen Royal Family, Julis actually does not need to be so humble.

However, they had to be fearful, because in just a few months, their "Witch Sect" had lost many subordinate members.

Some of them were inexplicably reported from nowhere while performing their missions, while others were killed by the chivalrous thief "Black Emperor". However, these were not the most important things. The most important thing was that their sect had lost two saints in Backlund!
Those are two demigods!

One "defected", and the other died quietly, with his heart ripped out, and it is still unknown who did it.

Recalling the death scene of the "Desperate Nightingale" who showed no signs of resistance, she, a small Sequence Five, couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart, and was filled with psychological trauma about the "mysterious man" who could easily kill a demigod.

Backlund is such an ominous place!
Oh, it must be that "Black Emperor" who did it. The higher-ups have issued orders to capture this guy, rape him, kill him, rape him again, and then kill him again, and finally sacrifice his soul and body to the original! ! !

At this moment, Mr. A slowly restrained the dangerous aura he was emitting and waved his hand with disgust.

"We in the Aurora Society will never go along with shady rats like you!"

"Cultists are cultists. They really don't have any brains. What were you thinking? How dare you come to us for cooperation?"

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How dare you say that!?
Mr. A’s words stunned the “witch”. She was like a wooden chicken and rubbed her ears in disbelief.

What on earth is this damn sense of superiority and the gaze that discriminates against everyone equally! ?
Those in the Aurora Society are not crazy, they are all mentally ill, right! ?

"..."

For a moment, the room fell into a strange silence...

"Mr. A, this is not a collaboration, this is a win-win situation!"

"We need to hide something, and do you know what is most necessary to hide these things?"

However, before Julis could finish her words, she saw the Aurora Messenger suddenly raise his right palm.

"Why hide it? It is in line with the Lord's teachings to let everyone witness such behavior!"

"..."

The witch stomped her feet in a proud tone, took a deep breath to ease her tiredness, and continued to talk to herself:

"A major disaster is enough to wipe out everything. During this process, the darkness and resentment generated in the East District, the Dock District, and the Factory District will definitely bring down your Lord..."

However, before she could finish her words, the terrifying feeling as if she was being stared at by a hungry beast surged into her heart again.

"You want to put the blame on us and make us the unjust ones!?"

"The Lord said to take good care of His lambs, and you still want to cause disaster in Backlund!?"

"You guys are going to kill the believers we worked so hard to preach to!?"

"We spent so much money, you're going to reimburse us!?"

"Do you know how hard it is to make money?!"

"Let me take you to see your Lord!!!"

No, what kind of logic is that!? Are you being unreasonable!? Are you crazy!? "I didn't..."

These extremely crazy words made the witch's brain paralyzed. She didn't know what she had said wrong. When she was about to explain herself, she saw a sea of ​​blood in front of her eyes.

Crazy people are like this, they usually don't bother to reason with you.

In an instant, the sound of fierce fighting was heard from inside the room, accompanied by a faint chant of "I came, I saw, I recorded", and the darkness turned into a heavy sword and chopped down, and then it gradually became quiet.

"Lord God's Envoy, what should we do now? Should we find some people to wipe out the entire Witch Cult?"

"We cannot let the Lamb of the Lord suffer any loss. This is an oracle from Lord Ouroboros!"

At this time, a waiter pushed the door open and came in. Without even looking at the witch who was cut into two pieces and had a lot of flesh and blood missing, he directly asked Mr. A in a hurried tone what his next instructions were.

"Don't worry, I'm thinking..."

Mr. A tugged at his collar and answered very coldly.

After a while, his face twitched, as if he remembered something, and immediately ordered in a deep voice:
"Go, hold a ceremony and ask Lord Ouroboros to grant us power to communicate with the witch's spirit, and then report this matter to the three false god churches in our name."

Reporting is never too late!
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"Hey, Talim, how's it going?"

"Why do I feel that you look very good? Did something good happen to you?"

Coming to the Krag Club every day to eat and drink for free is the favorite thing for the great detective Sherlock Moriarty.

Delicious food can always relieve people's fatigue and make people feel relaxed, especially since the food here is free.

"Sherlock?"

"Why do I always run into you every time I come here?"

The equestrian teacher Talim Dumont looked at the great detective, made a joke at first, and then showed a happy smile on his face that was so dazzling to all the single guys.

Hey, what's with that expression on your face? Have you become the class enemy that I need to defeat?
Klein muttered in his heart, but before he could ask, he heard the equestrian teacher say awkwardly:

"Sherlock, do you believe in love? The kind that happens at first sight?"

"..."

No, I believe in the enchanting power of the "Original Witch"'s divine vessel. In the past, she might have taken it out bigger than yours. Wait, you two haven't slept with each other yet, have you...

Based on Klein's rich experience, he didn't think that this equestrian teacher could withstand the temptation of the witch, especially since the other party was the vessel of the "Original Witch". This, this, this, even the "Fool" couldn't withstand it.
Inexplicably, Klein suddenly felt a little sympathy for Talim. He pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly and decided to never tell him about this matter, so as to prevent him from suffering unspeakable mental stimulation.

"Sorry, I'm just single. I can't and don't have the opportunity to experience love at first sight!"

Hmm. So it seems that the vessel of the "Original Witch" is most likely someone close to Talim. At least, she is in frequent contact with him, not just a coincidence.
The great detective answered with a stern face, and at the same time he was complaining in his heart and making corresponding plans.

It's time to report!

Talim, don't blame me, I'm doing this for your personal safety!

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"Your Excellency the Archbishop, my informant has sent me an important message. The Witch Cult has a divine vessel hidden in Backlund, and we have already found a clue!"

Leonard Mitchell handed Klein's report and reimbursement application form to Anthony Stevenson.

At this moment, the poet's expression was quite helpless. He never expected that one day he would become a ruthless expense reimbursement machine.

That guy really hasn't changed at all...

Ever since meeting Klein, the two of them have maintained this improper and illegal relationship.

"Witch sect? God's descending vessel? The original witch?"

Anthony Stevenson, who was originally wondering what Leonard was doing here, suddenly had his eyelids twitched. He wanted to let go of his rationality and pound the table to demonstrate his impotent rage.

It's almost the New Year, why are each report becoming more abstract?
Just as the Aurora Club arrived, another heavyweight came right after.

"Yes, Archbishop, this was discovered by an informant by accident, and it cost a lot to get out of danger, so we need to reimburse..."

Leonard spoke well of the great detective with a complicated expression, trying to get more compensation for him.

Because the news of God's Container is extremely important no matter where it is, and it is extremely difficult to investigate, so it deserves a higher reward!
"Great, reimbursement is not a problem!"

What is the Witch Cult planning? First, the "Black Emperor" reported it, and now the Aurora Society reported it. Moreover, an informant discovered the God's descent container. There must be something behind it.
Besides, aren't these the favorite things of those crazy people in the Aurora Society? Why is it the witch's turn now?
After lowering his head and pondering for a while, the Archbishop of the Church of Darkness rubbed his head with a headache and ordered:
"According to the information available now, a huge number of people are affected, and a single mistake could result in a major disaster."

"Send a telegram to the Mandated Punisher and the Mechanical Heart and ask their archbishop to come and discuss this matter together."

"Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop!"

(End of this chapter)