8mi Chapter 74 The Voyeur
Chapter 74 The Voyeur
Chapter 74 The Voyeur
At 15 Minsk Street in the Joewood district, Klein, who had just come out of the restroom, froze upon hearing the echoing, illusory prayers in his ears.
"Why not sooner? I just came down from the gray fog."
He muttered something under his breath, then turned and walked back to the washroom, taking four steps backward before entering the gray fog.
Inside the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein listened carefully to the prayer of Hirsilien and subconsciously frowned. He then quickly extended his spiritual power to touch the ever-expanding crimson star.
The crimson light suddenly expanded and then contracted, condensing in mid-air into an image of Cyril sitting in a chair praying.
He carefully observed Sirion and found that his spirit was unusually active, as if he had just completed his ascension and was praying to him.
"Did something unexpected happen during your promotion?"
Klein frowned and muttered something, but he wasn't surprised at all. After all, he had come into contact with so many hidden beings, so it was only natural that he would encounter something unexpected.
He then zoomed out to see further.
As the camera zoomed out, he quickly spotted two suspicious figures in the shadows of the street corner opposite Sirion's residence.
They were a man and a woman, their faces painted with strange paints that made people subconsciously ignore their presence. They seemed to have used some extraordinary ability to hide in shadows or darkness, completely concealing themselves in the darkness beyond the reach of the streetlights, their eyes fixed on Sirien's room.
After scanning the area, Klein relayed what he had seen to Sirion.
Finally, he added, "You don't fit in with your surroundings."
"I don't fit in with my surroundings? What does that mean?"
"Does my status as an Extraordinary make me feel out of place? No, that's not something Klein would specifically mention to me. It must be something else, but he didn't elaborate because he wasn't sure either. Is it just the feeling that 'Source Castle' gives him?"
"Uh, no, the problem now is that someone is actually spying on me outside. I was just asking casually."
He muttered a few words to himself, looked down at himself, and then looked around. He couldn't see or think of anything about himself that made him stand out from his surroundings.
He frowned, collected his thoughts, then took out a one-pound gold coin from his pocket and muttered:
"Those two people spying on me from outside are hostile towards me."
He silently repeated it three times, then flicked his right thumb, and the gold coin in his hand flew into the air with a clang, then spun down and was caught by him.
Face up indicates approval!
"If someone is hostile towards me, then I can probably guess who it is."
"However, it turns out that the painting ability from the 'Higher Dimension Observer' can also be applied directly to one's own face, creating various peculiar effects for those looking directly at them, as if they were viewing an extraordinary painting. This would definitely have unexpected effects during a surprise attack, but now I know that in advance."
After muttering a few words to himself, Cyril took the "Peacekeeper" from the metal box, filled the magazine, and went straight out.
He needed to deal with the two suspicious individuals outside who had already reached his doorstep, otherwise he might find his house had been burgled when he returned home one day.
From the eaves of a building at the street corner, in the pitch-black shadows beyond the reach of the gas streetlights, a deep male voice suddenly rang out, "How much longer are we going to wait?"
"Damn it, if I stay here any longer, I'll practically feed all the mosquitoes around here. I'm hiding in the shadows, so how do these little bugs even get on me?"
As the suppressed and complaining voice faded away, another female voice rang out from the side:
"The early morning is when people are most relaxed."
"The paint I use has a special attraction to mosquitoes, which is a slightly unavoidable side effect. Don't worry, they're just ordinary mosquitoes, not poisonous. Just bear with it."
"Didn't you want revenge? You can't even tolerate this little thing?"
After a moment of silence, a deep male voice rang out again: "Wanting revenge and not wanting to suffer here are not mutually exclusive."
"Oh."
A blinding flash of light suddenly erupted, interrupting the laughter that had just begun to rise and fall, and cleared away all the surrounding darkness, leaving not a trace of shadow.
boom! boom! boom!
A series of short, sharp gunshots rang out, and within a second, all the holy silver bullets in the "Peacekeeper" magazine were unleashed. The silver bullets drew curves in mid-air, collided with each other, and turned into countless fragments of light like the dawn, forming a shimmering and violent hurricane.
The darkness and shadows illuminated by the "flash" were just beginning to converge when they were shattered into pieces by the sharp silver storm.
In the center of the silver storm, two figures, some standing still and some still, were rapidly being torn apart.
One became a bloody mess, while the other was transformed into a lifelike portrait before being pulverized in a sharp, silver hurricane.
Cyril frowned slightly, his gaze quickly sweeping around. The painting was clearly a means for the clone to escape.
Guided by his spiritual intuition, his gaze quickly locked onto the roadside trees across the street.
Beneath the tree trunk, a woman covered in paint emerged from the darkness.
She was full of malice, and the paint on her body seemed to be alive, baring its fangs and claws, frightening anyone who looked directly at her.
In that instant, Cyril felt a sudden, inexplicable thud in his heart. The panic that had just surfaced vanished without a trace, as if a ladle of water had been poured into the ocean.
At the slightest change, Cyril silently turned the gun towards her and gently pulled the trigger with his index finger.
The next instant, the body of the person covered in paint, who had just emerged from the shadows, suddenly thinned out, eventually transforming into a lifelike portrait.
The portrait, having lost its support, fell to the ground, and nothing happened.
The barrage of bullets had already emptied all the bullets in the Peacekeeper's magazine. Sirion's action of pulling the trigger was just a bluff, and clearly, he succeeded.
The next second, he sensed intense malice from the shadows beside him.
In an instant, the shadow seemed to come alive, with illusory black tentacles extending from it and slapping at him.
Snapped!
A blinding flash reappeared, instantly dispelling the surrounding shadows. The black tentacles formed from the shadows became transparent and fragile, striking Cyril, only to shatter themselves from the recoil.
As he was being slapped by the shadowy tentacles, Cyril pulled a black and red talisman from his pocket, muttering in ancient Hermes:
"Sleep!"
The talisman in his hand instantly ignited and dissipated into the air.
At the same time, the darkness that had just been dispelled by the "flash" suddenly rolled back, carrying a sense of peace and silence. In the depths of the darkness, the faint chanting of a choir could still be heard, pulling the conscious into a deep sleep.
Before he could even catch his breath, he suddenly heard a soft, clicking sound in the darkness, like an exaggeratedly large mouth chewing on food with crunchy bones.
Cyril's heart suddenly raced. He sensed a strong danger from the crunching sound, and his astrologer's spiritual intuition was frantically warning him.
He instinctively took a step back, and the next second, a bloodshot, scarlet eye suddenly opened in the darkness, staring at him without blinking.
"Roar~"
It was as if the roar of a ferocious beast, accompanied by the pungent smell of blood, was coming towards us.
Cyril froze on the spot, not daring to even load a magazine. He felt that the scarlet eye was scrutinizing him, and it would pounce on him the moment it sensed danger or found that he posed no threat.
...This thing is definitely not human. Where did it come from?
As he pondered, Sirien heard the sound of a carriage coming from the street behind him. It was moving very fast and its gait was heavy, indicating that it was not a normal carriage traveling.
Why are the officials so quick to act today?
After a slight pause, Sirion no longer hesitated and snapped his fingers with his left hand, which was still holding the bullets that hadn't been loaded into the magazine.
boom!
It sounded like a powerful explosive suddenly detonating, and at the same time, his pupils contracted sharply, turning grayish-white, before bursting into a blinding light.