"Speaking of which, this matter is actually related to you..."
When Silas asked what had happened, Klein couldn't help but show a wry smile and briefly explained the situation.
The devil hound's owner?
Revenge?
After hearing this, Silas also appeared somewhat surprised.
That giant hound was killed by him, but in the end, the ones being retaliated against were Isengard and the other detectives...
After thinking briefly, he figured it was probably because Isengard was the one who contacted the authorities and claimed the reward.
The devil hound's owner instinctively believed Isengard was the mastermind.
"So that's why so many detectives are gathered at your place. No wonder."
Silas more or less understood the situation. "By the way, I should warn you, that female detective inside, she's a Beyonder."
"The female detective? Oh, you mean Kaslana."
Klein nodded with some expectation. "As I thought, she's one of these people too."
Himself, Kaslana, and Isengard... the proportion of Beyonders among Backlund's detectives was a bit too high.
"I see. Klein, then..."
Just as he couldn't help muttering internally, he heard Silas continue speaking.
Looking up, he found that this Sequence 5 Shepherd's eyes were flashing with cold, sharp light.
He heard Silas continue asking:
"Then, that Beyonder upstairs, is he also a guest visiting you?"
Upstairs?
There's no one upstairs. All the detectives who came are in the living room now...
Klein thought somewhat bewildered, but in the next moment, he suddenly understood something.
A tingling, cold sensation ran up his spine to his head, exploding across his scalp.
A Beyonder has infiltrated my home?
Could it be the devil hound's owner?!
"No! It's an enemy!"
Klein immediately shouted.
"Bang!"
Almost simultaneously, gunfire rang out from outside the living room, accompanied by people's terrified screams.
That guy made his move!
Klein and Silas exchanged a glance and immediately rushed out of the living room.
They saw a detective in the sitting room being pinned to the ground by several others.
Smoke still rose from the revolver in his hand, yet his face showed a bewildered expression.
The Beyonder Kaslana stood before them, radiating an unquestionable authority. This authority was almost tangible, suppressing the panicked people.
The ability to manipulate hearts?
Silas looked up, gazing through the ceiling.
The Shepherd's Beyonder characteristics had taken effect, allowing him to detect multiple Beyonder auras in the house before entering.
The two downstairs belonged to Klein and that female detective respectively, their spirituality relatively low.
The aura upstairs was much more profound, at least a Sequence 5 Beyonder.
Unexpectedly, the opponent is actually this arrogant and insane!
He seemed to sense that the person sitting upstairs in Klein's bedroom was also projecting cold, cruel eyes downward.
"Crack!"
The next second, the crisp sound of shattering glass rang out.
"Crash..."
Through the living room window, Silas saw what was happening outside.
Glass shards scattered and fell onto the street outside the house, and falling with the shards was a pitch-black figure.
The person from upstairs!
This person was entirely covered in black, with only a pair of cold blue eyes exposed.
As he made eye contact, Silas seemed to feel the most intense, extreme emotions and desires of living beings made manifest: rage, fear, hatred, greed, lust... These emotions were thick and heavy, as if forcefully pressing into his chest.
Is the Sequence 5 ability related to this?
"Heh."
He couldn't help but show a cold smile.
Perfect.
I still don't know what the Demon pathway Sequence 5 abilities are. I'll capture one to graze...
Klein beside him also understood his intention at the same time, instinctively reaching for the revolver at his waist.
He was also preparing to act, determined to eliminate this threat as soon as possible.
Most importantly, at this moment, he had a Sequence 5 Shepherd beside him!
Their chances of winning were very high!
However, just as the two were preparing to act, that pitch-black figure looked at them with cold malice, then suddenly collapsed into a shadow and swiftly retreated into the distance.
He ran.
Danger Premonition!
The "Devil's" signature ability could detect danger concerning oneself.
The cold guy upstairs, the instant Silas developed killing intent, instinctively sensed a life-or-death crisis he couldn't control and chose to retreat without hesitation!
Can't let him escape!
Silas froze for a moment, then immediately made his decision.
"Boom!"
The surprised and confused crowd saw a crimson fireball smash through the living room window and fly into the street.
The next instant, the fireball suddenly exploded, and Silas's figure appeared within the flames.
"Guard this place, I'm going after him!"
Klein heard Silas's voice carry over. Before he could respond, the other's figure blurred again, flashing to the fireball ahead.
He was using this method to pursue the fleeing Sequence 5 Demon!
"Detective Moriarty, what's going on?"
"Good heavens, fire!"
"What do we do?"
"Am I dreaming?"
The detectives were in chaos, shocked by the successive strange events. Some were screaming, some instinctively asking Klein.
"Well, this..."
Facing the detectives' questions, Klein also felt an enormous headache. He looked at his broken window, momentarily at a loss for words.
***
Meanwhile, outside on the street.
"Boom!"
After the fifth fireball, Silas and that pitch-black figure still hadn't closed the distance.
This guy's so fast...
He watched the opponent swiftly advance in the form of a shadow, then suddenly had an idea.
He also transformed into a shadow and dove into the shadow world.
Whoosh!
The scenery before him suddenly changed.
Monotone black and white, discontinuous reflected world, isolated "islands" appeared before him.
Silas saw that pitch-black figure a certain distance ahead of him.
Compared to the real world, his form was more obvious here.
Trying to compete with me in shadow play?
Silas looked at the opponent's back and activated his shadow ability.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, pitch-black, viscous liquid surged from the island ahead of the fleeing figure, blocking his forward path.
That figure couldn't help but pause, turning to avoid it, and his speed consequently dropped.
Silas took the opportunity to close the distance between them.
"Die!"
Before the opponent could accelerate again, he opened his mouth, vibrating the air, using the profound, mysterious ancient Hermes language to emit filthy, corrupting sounds.
Profane Words!
"Ahhh..."
That figure clutched his head and let out a miserable, piercing scream.
His form began to blur, as if unable to maintain his existence in the shadow world, dissipating with a whoosh.
Silas then rose, returning to reality.
"Boom!"
He flipped his right hand, and a longsword burning with azure lava rapidly formed in his grasp.
That pitch-black figure removed his hands from his head.
Ice-blue eyes looked at Silas, seeing the sword in his hand, his blood-red robe, and his thick, pitch-black shadow.
"Shepherd?"
He said fearfully and confusedly.