Under Silas's gaze, an illusory door slowly opened, and a person walked out from within.
Young, composed, wearing a smile, clean appearance, properly dressed.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was that despite his seemingly neat appearance, he seemed to emanate a heavy stench of blood.
Dense and intense desires surged across his body surface: greed, rage, lust, hatred... like the embodiment of all extreme emotions!
Appearing together with the intense desires was an even more profoundly terrifying spirituality about him, a spirituality that far exceeded Silas's own magnitude.
A demigod!
After Amon's mausoleum, he had once again encountered a Sequence 4 Beyonder!
Moreover, Silas recognized this person.
He was precisely that MI9 member Silas had encountered at the factory a few nights ago, that young man who had tried to save one of his lambs but nearly died in the process.
This was too strange.
That guy had been merely a Sequence 9 Beyonder at the time.
How had he suddenly become a demigod?
Silas still carried his blood, so he could easily confirm this was the original body and not someone else in disguise.
But soon, Silas detected something discordant about that spirituality, as if beneath the young body lurked an even more twisted soul.
It was like someone was hiding inside his body...
Silas thought to himself, then suddenly had a startling realization.
Wait, could this guy be Kons Lierson, Miss [Justice]'s friend? The killer going to assassinate Duke Negan?
The more Silas thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
Looking at that figure, his heart was quickly filled with helpless emotions.
I'm already in Jowood District. How am I still getting dragged into this incident!
He quickly lowered his head, suppressing the spirituality within his body, pretending to be an ordinary passerby, working hard not to attract the other party's attention.
"Kons" smiled as he surveyed his surroundings, about to leave, when not far in front of him, another illusory door rapidly formed.
"Whoosh!"
The door opened, and an old man wearing a soft cap appeared from within, his wrinkles prominent, his face bearing intense anger.
This person was precisely one of the Storm Church's cardinal archbishops, the Archbishop of the Backlund diocese, the "Spellsinger of God" Ace Snake!
He had caught up!
After seeing him, the devil Noss first froze for a moment, then revealed a smile:
"I didn't expect you to actually catch up with me."
"I've been shaken off several times recently."
The Spellsinger of God looked at him, his tone deep and filled with fury.
"No matter how stupid I am, I should have learned my lesson by now!"
"Whoosh!"
A violent wind suddenly formed, howling through the street.
Gushing air currents swept up sand, leaves, and garbage from the ground, smashing against walls and glass.
Sharp whistling sounds cut at lampposts and railings, like some kind of maddened beast.
The already heavy fog pervading the street was also caught up, flowing rapidly, filling everything before their eyes with pale yellow mist.
Pedestrians on the street immediately erupted in screams.
They didn't know that the storm was created by Ace Snake and only thought they'd encountered rare weather. They scattered and fled in the wind.
The fog and violent wind brought them enormous trouble. They had no idea which direction was correct and could only run blindly based on instinct.
Silas moved among the crowd.
He didn't activate abilities like "Shadow" or "Grazing" because this would very likely attract the attention of the two demigods, thereby exposing himself.
Especially that Spellsinger of God.
Silas dared say he had escaped from his hands several times already, so he must have an extremely deep impression of Silas.
If he were exposed now, who knew if the man wouldn't strike him dead with lightning first.
"Boom!"
Amid the turbulent wind sounds, he heard a rumbling crash ring out behind him, and the street pavement trembled accordingly.
"Thud!"
A panicked horse crashed into a lamppost, and the carriage tipped over with it. The crowd became even more frightened, their footsteps quickening further.
But the storm created by the Spellsinger of God covered an extremely large area. They couldn't leave for the time being.
"Darling!"
Silas heard a woman's panicked voice.
"This way!"
Another man's voice rang out, sounding extremely anxious amid the howling wind. It seemed to be that couple from earlier.
The two supported each other and rushed into a roadside café.
"Boom!"
An even louder sound came, accompanied by intense impact.
Silas discovered that the location where the two Sequence 4s were fighting kept changing and was gradually approaching this area.
Damn it!
Silas couldn't help but curse silently, quickly lowering his head and pretending to be no different from other passersby, screaming as he continued to flee.
Then he saw something flash past before him.
"Ahhh!"
Amid a huge crash, a building was smashed with an enormous hole, rubble shattered, accompanied by a woman's scream.
It was a café. That couple had just run in there to take shelter, never expecting to receive fate's unexpected attention.
Through the large hole smashed in the wall, Silas looked inside and discovered that the well-dressed "Kons" had become somewhat disheveled, his clothes stained with dust and torn to pieces.
"Whoosh..."
The wind sounds grew louder. The "Spellsinger of God" was rapidly approaching.
"What a persistent fellow..."
A helpless expression surged across the devil Noss's face as he cursed with a smile.
He stood up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and turned to look beside him. There stood a terrified couple.
They had originally hidden here to take shelter but never expected to encounter an even greater disaster because of it.
Noss looked at them and felt somewhat thirsty.
Especially when he looked at that lady. Her abdomen bulged high, as if nurturing a new life.
"Don't touch them! You beast! What are you going to use my body to do!"
Inside his body, Kons shouted angrily and helplessly.
"Don't be so stubborn. Just give it a try, and I think you'll come to enjoy this feeling."
The Spellsinger of God probably still had a few seconds before he could arrive.
Not enough time to escape, but enough for him to have a taste. With this thought, the devil Noss took a step toward the couple.
The husband wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood in front of his wife, blocking him with a desperate expression.
Noss was almost moved by this. He decided to send them both on their way together.
Then...
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and he felt his abdomen itch slightly.
Looking down, he discovered a silver demon-hunting bullet embedded in his side.
Following the bullet's trajectory, Noss saw an ordinary-looking young man standing on the street outside, his face also showing surprise.
A silvery-white revolver lay on the ground beside him, in a state showing it had been fired.
This revolver seemed to have accidentally fallen out of the young man's pocket, and the trigger just happened to hit a pebble on the ground, firing and hitting his waist.