Part 2 the faceless man chapter 72 the midnight bell tower
Audrey, who had already agreed on an emergency contact with Hugh and Forsyth, quickly relayed Mr. Fool’s tip to the two ladies through Susie, the big blonde dog, as if she had received the information from another source.
In the corner of an old church, Hugh thought about how to confirm the identity of Lanlus, how to create confusion, seize the opportunity to avenge Williams, while unfolding the ball of paper.
…… No need to confirm, that’s Lanlus? Hugh’s eyes widened drastically, and he hurriedly scanned over what came next, only to see that the paper clearly read:
”Only inform the Church of the Goddess of the Night.”
”Remind them that Lanlus has the divinity of the ‘True Creator’ in him.”
”Divinity? The divinity of the ‘True Creator’?” Hugh blurted out, looking startledly at the big golden-haired dog in charge of delivering the message in front of him, and realizing that the other party also had a dumbfounded look on his face.
”What?” As Folth listened, she suddenly felt how something was wrong, and was busy splitting her hand to take the paper and read it quickly.
After a few moments, she mumbled her lips, not knowing whether to laugh or be angry and said:
”This …… is a joke, right?”
”How did we get involved in an incident about evil gods about divinity?”
This is just catching a cunning swindler worth 200 pounds!
In response to Voorhees’ question, Suzie could only give an innocent look that said I’m just a dog and I don’t know what’s going on here.
Foerth didn’t expect a dog to answer her doubts either, and she turned her head sideways to Hugh and said:
”I’m afraid Miss Audrey is not as naive and innocent as we think, she has quite a few secrets.”
”It may be a game between the nobility and the church, and the cults.”
”However, it can be clearly seen that she didn’t know about this divinity thing before either, and she was also being used by someone, well …… the person who used her might be her father, Earl Hall.”
”Thankfully, the matter ends here, you don’t need to take any more risks, after finding someone to inform you, you can collect the bounty in peace.”
Hugh said in a daze:
”Yes ……”
”I hope, I hope the Watchers can help Williams get revenge, they’re so powerful, surely they can, surely they can ……”
Before the words fell, she suddenly twisted her head and looked to the side, as if talking to herself:
”I’m still too weak.”
”Too weak ……”
Hugh violently raised his hand and covered his mouth and nose.
……
I’m still too weak …… Otherwise, I would have chosen to take revenge myself, but now I can only settle for the second best …… Not to mention the “giants” and hidden helpers beside Llanerus, just the fact that I have obtained the I can’t even deal with him with his “divinity.”…… As soon as I receive the information, with the reaction speed of the night watchman, I should be able to take action tonight, and the Diocese of Beckland is the second only to the church headquarters, with a lot of seals and a lot of strong people, so I don’t need to wait for additional help. s helpers …… After delivering the matter, Klein returned to the real world, pasted a little beard, changed his hairstyle, and glared at the mirror for several minutes.
He was a little expectant, a little excited, and a little despondent and powerless.
Before evening came, he left the Krag Club and returned to Minsk Street, stopping at the grocery market on the way, finding a random stall that was doing good and very busy business, and buying a couple of masks, including one of a clown.
He had decided to go and watch the roundup of Lanlus from the sidelines tonight!
He wanted to see the other man pay for his previous madness with his own eyes!
Of course, with his strength, surely he could only look on from far, far away, without even the right to get close.
Waiting until eleven o’clock, until many had already gone to sleep, Klein changed into his gray and blue worker’s uniform, disguised as he had been last night, and then he put on his ducktail hat and circled around a few blocks away, taking a rented carriage, and heading for the Baker’s Landing Bridge area.
Once there, he switched to walking and made his way to the East Byron Dockyard.
His interview yesterday included questions such as “Where are you currently living?” and “What are the surroundings like?” so he knew that Langlois would be in the dormitory provided by the Dockworkers’ Association at night.
Klein didn’t go near there, however, circling around cautiously and aiming for the clock tower of the East Byram Dockyard.
– In Berkland, in addition to the large churches that would come with towering, iconic bell towers, many government buildings would come with an additional one, not necessarily too tall, not necessarily grand, not necessarily ornate, and primarily practical, such as this one at the East Byron Dockyard.
Compared to the tallest three-story buildings in the neighborhood, it towered into the night like a giant overlooking the area.
Klein easily tumbled into the interior of the clock tower, darting through the darkness along the steps that swirled upwards to no end.
Finally, he arrived at his destination, above the massive wall clock, surrounded by a dark yellow fence and topped by a spire that he could reach out and touch.
Taking a few steps forward, Klein hid in the shadows, discerning his position and peering out into the dockworkers’ union quarters.
It was a brick-red, two-story building, and the occasional passing pedestrian was close to a black spot to Klein’s eyes.
He stared for a few seconds and stepped back, blending more into the darkness.
At the same time, he took out his newly purchased mask and put it on his face.
It was a clown with a high upturned mouth and a red greasepaint nose.
A happy clown.
……
With the clown mask on like that, Klein stood in the thick darkness, patiently waiting for the scheduled good show.
That wait was two hours.
As the hands of the large wall clock below crossed one o’clock, he suddenly saw something flying in the distance.
It was a huge airship with a deep black paint job!
If it wasn’t illuminated by the meager moonlight, it would be indistinguishable from the night, it didn’t emit exaggerated mechanical roars as described in newspapers and magazines, its paddles rotated quietly, and the whole was as quiet as a vulture that had spotted its prey but hadn’t yet found its chance.
Strong but lightweight alloys held up a cotton skeleton, and below it hung boxes of organic muzzles, throwing ports, and gun ports that were intimidating at first glance.
There is no sound …… This is a makeshift treatment by transcendental means, right? Wearing a clown mask, Klein looked at the slowly descending airship and had a certain guess in his heart.
At this moment, his biggest puzzlement is that a small scale extraordinary battle in a densely populated area of the city has sent out airships!
Wasn’t it afraid of accidentally injuring the surrounding citizens on a large scale? Not afraid of causing panic?
Soon, the airship hovered about 10 meters in mid-air, so that Klein had even less need to worry about being discovered, his position was much higher than that!
Observing the situation below, he suddenly had a guess that the airship would most likely not engage in combat, but rather monitor the scene with air control, providing a better perspective for the operatives to guard against accidents and possible escape of the target.
At this time, three figures wearing black trench coats quietly appeared in front of the small two-story brick red building.
The man in the lead was hatless, had short shaved golden brown hair, and dark green eyes so deep that they seemed like a windless, lightless lake.
The collar of his shirt and trench coat stood high, and his palms were covered in a layer of gloves as bright red as blood!
And a silver and white metal cast suitcase was being wrapped around his left hand through a chain of the same color.
This was Cresta Sessima, one of the nine senior deacons of the Night Watch of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, and one of the triumvirate of the Red Gloves, who happened to be in Berkland at the moment.
Sesima glanced ahead and turned his head sideways to the henchman on his left:
”Use the seal ‘1-63’.”
”Yes, Lord Cecima.” The night watchman half crouched down and helped Cesima untie the chain that wrapped around the silver and white suitcase.
Throughout the entire process, Crestfallen Sessima’s muscles were very tense, as if he was fighting against something.
The night watchman on his left sucked in a silent breath and pressed down hard, causing illusory ripples to crack across the surface of the silver and white suitcase.
The surrounding light disappeared in a flash, seemingly all being sucked into the box, and a bone sword less than a meter long emitted a moist, pure white light as it floated up.
Its body held an ancient silver-plated mirror.
The scene reflected within the mirror was layer after layer, continuously stacked without end.
The night watchman on the left picked up the mirror and aimed it at the small brick-red building.
The small building reflected clearly into it, and nothing seemed to have changed.
Cesima, however, exhaled slowly and reached out with her left hand, grasping the bone sword that was less than a meter in length.
The light around them was then restored a bit.
”Let’s go in.” He stepped away and approached the entrance of the small brick-red building.
The three night watchmen opened the door and entered the gloomy and dimly lit house, aiming straight for the steps leading to the second floor.
Just then, a tall but lean figure emerged into the shadows of the corner, dressed in a black clerical outfit with pale yellow, slightly curly hair and beastly dark brown eyes.
”You are the Sword of the Goddess?” The nearly two-meter “giant” spoke in a low voice.
At the same time, his right palm clenched violently.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One by one, the trade unionists inside the small brick-red building exploded in their sleep, without even having the time to scream.
Their bodies ripped aPart 1nto thick, viscous flesh and blood, half of which surged towards the Giant to weave a cloak of damage reduction against spells, and half of which coalesced into a giant blanket of shaggy hair that covered the three night watchmen.
Cresta Sesima just watched, doing nothing.
Wordlessly, the gore dissipated and crumbled, falling like rain but not staining the floor.
And within the various rooms, a figure reemerged, still sleeping.
”This is the world of mirrors, the world of mirrors for the extraordinary only, the bombs of flesh and blood that you preset within the bodies of those ordinary people are illusory here.” Cesima handed that holy bone sword in her right hand and raised it, completely devoid of light around her.
”Hmph!” “The Giant suddenly grabbed his left shoulder with his right palm and violently ripped the entire arm off, then threw it with blood and bone right in front of him!
Boom!
His arm exploded like a bomb, turning into a rain of blood that poured into the sky towards the three night watchmen.
At the same time, at the break in his left shoulder, the blood and flesh began to wriggle crazily, slowly growing a new arm, a bloody arm with no skin for the time being.
Snap!
Zip zip zip!
Those blood-colored raindrops accurately avoided Cesima and the others, and landed on the floor, quickly corroding deep and dark traces.
But no matter how hard they tried, they always fell just short of the three Night Watchers, as if they were destined to do so.
”My enemies, more often than not, aren’t lucky enough.” The corners of Sesima’s mouth curled up slightly, and with a slip of his feet, he instantly flashed in front of the Giant.
The “Giant’s” gaze was fixed, and his body suddenly melted like a candle, turning into sticky flesh and blood that quickly seeped into the floor.
Cecima obediently dropped to one knee and thrust the holy bone sword in her hand into the ground.
”No!”
In the dense darkness, a roar containing feelings of pain and fear burst out momentarily, and was then completely engulfed by peace and silence.
Cecima stood up straight and drew out the bone sword, seeing a drop of dark red blood slowly falling from its tip, while on the floor, the blood and flesh seeped out and solidified into a desperate face, which was none other than the “Giant” whose mouth slightly drooped.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Three shadows appeared around Cesima’s body, but all of them inexplicably fell, forcibly dragged down by many invisible objects!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Another Night Watchman fired, and the surface of the silver-white bullet seemed to be inscribed with the Holy Emblem of Night.
The three assailants hiding in the shadows trying to assassinate emerged, convulsing and losing their breath.
”‘Bishop Rose’, ‘Hermit’ …… of the Aurora Society.” Sesima frowned and spoke in a low voice without turning to his companions, “There’s something not right about this, it’s strange, you guys need to be careful.”
No sooner had his words left his mouth than he heard the sound of clopping footsteps, footsteps that echoed in the peace and silence.
In a whirlwind, he saw Lanlus, in linen shirt and angular face, coming down the dim staircase, his expression indifferent and calm, without a trace of fear.
”I’m puzzled, to the Aurora Council, you’re supposed to be a blasphemer, why would they send someone to protect you?” Sesima asked casually as if she didn’t notice the abnormality.
Lanlus said with his trademark mocking smile:
”That’s simple.”
”Because I am no longer pure Lanlus.”
He paused, his gaze suddenly turning cold:
”I am now even more, the ‘True Creator’!”
He haughtily pulled open his linen shirt, revealing portions of crimson flesh and blood between his chest and abdomen that had no skin.
These flesh and blood joined together to form an upside-down hanging figure!
With a loud bang, the surrounding void shattered like glass, and all the scenes collapsed and disintegrated.
This was the aura of a deity.