Chapter 219: The Desire Apostle

The tiny paper figure in the gap on the opposite villa's rooftop kept shaking its body, straining to see through the curtains what was happening inside the bedroom.

Just now, through the paper figure, Reketon sensed an abnormal spiritual aura and a mysterious scent.

The Desire Apostle finally made a move.

Inside the villa, the two non‑ordinary beings who had followed Duke Nigen into the villa also sensed the earlier anomaly; one, wrapped in a raging wind, slammed into a wall and burst into the bedroom where Duke Nigen and his concubine were.

The other headed straight for the source of the anomaly—the villa's attic!

Moments later, seated in the carriage, Reketon felt a subtle, tide‑like surge rushing rapidly toward the Holy Wind Cathedral.

"What a pity, the God Singer was taken away long ago."

Reketon murmured.

He then closed his eyes, focusing on the scene observed by the paper figure on the other side.

The bedroom curtains had already been blown open by the raging wind that the Wind‑afflicted one had carried.

The paper figure clearly saw a circle of guards inside, a middle‑aged man in a black tailcoat with brown hair and blue eyes, and in the center, Duke Nigen, still half‑undressed.

On the floor beside them curled a naked young woman, probably just over twenty.

She huddled in a corner like a frightened fawn, her expression panicked, clutching a piece of clothing she had removed earlier, barely covering her vital parts.

The paper figure's gaze fell on the villa's attic, where a strange layer of power blocked even the eye of Secrets, unable to pierce without drawing attention.

He could only sense rising desire and twisted rules inside, realizing that the Desire Apostle had already made contact with Duke Nigen's secretary.

Duke Nigen, his body slightly recovered, gasped, "

"Capture—must be alive, or a spirit,"

"I need to know who it is,"

After the pirate general Qilin Ges assassinated him last time, another unknown Rank‑Five strong one appeared; he did not know with whom he had forged this endless hatred.

He vowed to uncover the mastermind and use all resources to tear the opponent apart!

Time passed, the villa trembled intermittently, and the battle in the attic between the Desire Apostle and the secretary seemed to have entered a fevered stage.

"Why hasn't the Archbishop arrived yet?" Duke Nigen asked anxiously after calming his breath.

The Holy Wind Cathedral was not far; at the God Singer's flight speed, he should have arrived or be about to.

Yet now, the mist toward the cathedral showed no sign of being dispersed.

Beside Duke Nigen, the vigilant Wind‑afflicted one spoke hesitantly,

"Perhaps, perhaps the Archbishop himself,"

Before he could suggest the Archbishop might not be in the cathedral, Duke Nigen's concubine stepped to the bedroom window, her gaze vacant as she gave a tragic smile.

The next moment she leapt, landing head‑first onto the cement floor.

Boom! After a heavy thud, the concubine's pretty skull cracked open, blood gushing out.

She rolled weakly a few times, finally stopping with her face upward.

Her eyes lost focus entirely, her expression frozen in madness and terror.

Duke Nigen, shielded by layers of protection, watched the scene and felt an emotion on the brink of collapse.

"Go! Leave this place!" he shouted instinctively.

Revealing such violent emotion in front of a Desire Apostle is really courting death!

Reketon, seeing the scene through the paper figure, silently sighed in his heart.

The next instant, through the paper figure's view, Reketon saw Duke Nigen's terrified expression freeze on his face, the panic erupting within him, racing to his brain, into his vessels, covering his nerves.

A sound of something shattering seemed to occur; Duke Nigen couldn't discern it, only feeling a warm heat at the back of his head.

Meanwhile, several members of the surrounding guard panicked, raising their custom revolvers or rifles and firing wildly toward the center.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amid the rapid gunfire, the Wind‑afflicted one quickly seized Duke Nigen and rolled to the ground; simultaneously, invisible gusts hardened into sharp blades, cutting the throats of the out‑of‑control guards.

Guard after guard clutched their throats and fell, and as the Wind‑afflicted one knocked him down to avoid bullets, Duke Nigen's body twitched a few times before falling completely still.

A Rank‑Six non‑ordinary, after two successive Desire explosions, lost his life outright.

A silhouette cloaked in black liquid slipped silently out of the villa's attic, racing away along the pre‑planned route without pause.

The tiny paper figure on the opposite roof caught the wind and drifted away.

The Desire Apostle, pausing his withdrawal along the preset route, seemed to see a dense crimson sea before his eyes—a malicious perception from a demon, a heavy danger closing in.

Having just completed the assassination, the Desire Apostle looked around uncertainly, hesitating whether to change his escape route.

He scanned the nearby street, the scattered passersby, finding no irregularities.

The next moment his eyes narrowed; he saw a pale‑yellow tiny paper figure, carried by a breeze onto a withered tree not far away, stripped by the cold winter.

A chill shot to his scalp, his sense of danger about to explode; he spun quickly, preparing to hasten his departure.

A flash of silver reflected in his eyes as a fully armored figure marched in from the opposite side.

Its left shoulder slanted downward, stained with congealed blood, exuding an eerie beauty; each step caused a slight tremor in the ground around it.

Seeing the blood‑stained silver armor, the Desire Apostle felt his breath constrict, as if confronting his most terrifying predator.

So fast? That paper figure just locked onto me, and they're already after me? Was that false body uncovered that quickly?

The Desire Apostle's mind wavered briefly, but he soon regained composure, attempting to sense the emotions and desires of the non‑ordinary within the blood‑stained silver armor.

However, the silver armor seemed to suppress him, completely blocking his extraordinary abilities.

As a Desire Apostle, his greatest skill—controlling desire—had become ineffective.

He decisively raised his right hand, unfurling massive bat‑like wings; pale‑blue flames scented with strong sulfur swirled around him.

A flash of silver light flickered at the web of his right hand, his thumb snapping off, leaving a clean cut.

Before he could react, the blood‑stained silver armor whooshed a sword, the Apostle's fingers fell one by one, and the suitcase he was carrying slammed onto the ground with a thud.

A brief flash of fear rose within him, and instantly the massive bat wings behind him shot off in the opposite direction.

At the same time, the shadow at his feet silently shrank and hid in a point.

The fleeing Apostle of Desire had not taken two steps when countless silver rays burst from his body, like a burst of blooming fireworks.

The viscous liquid coating his surface fell like raindrops, and his forearms, arms, ribs, neck, ankles and other parts fell to the ground with smooth, clean cuts.

Clack! Clack! —his entrails scattered on the ground, his stomach still writhing, his heart still beating, as if he had not yet realized his body had been dismembered.

The bright red blood was the thickest, splashing outward like a blooming scarlet flower.

1-42, the blood‑stained silver armor, a Level‑1 Sealed Artifact under the Black Night Church's control, which once caused an incident that killed over one hundred thousand people, its blood unknown which Ancient God's it bears.

Leiketon, who witnessed the scene, recalled the information of the sealed artifact and let out an almost imperceptible sigh.

The little paper figure hanging on the withered branch glanced resentfully at the suitcase the Apostle of Desire dropped, which contained all the wealth the Apostle had amassed under the identity of Patrick Jason.

In the next moment, a bright red glow silently lit the little paper figure, which then turned into ash and vanished without a trace.

Around them, the night watchman and the senior stewards of the Heart of Machinery looked over at the same time, but only saw a fading flash of light and a wisp of ash.

In the dark sewers, the Apostle of Desire, having decisively abandoned his flesh to become a shadow, clung to the stone wall and darted swiftly in some direction.

He intended to use the sewers' complex terrain and some narrow, inconvenient passages to shake off the pursuit of the towering, heavy blood‑stained silver armor behind him.

But this shadow, after moving a short distance, would pause and stiffen in place.

Then its jet‑black surface repeatedly bulged and solidified, as if trying to grow new flesh, yet lacking material it could never succeed.

In the next instant, the surrounding darkness, like a curtain, was silently pulled aside, revealing a tranquil, boundless clear night sky behind.

A bright white moon hung high in the sky, scattering pure moonlight across the ground, with faint twinkling stars around.

This is the night sky from Leiketon's memory, manifested in this wondrous, isolated realm created through mysterious reconstruction.

The previous chapter was blocked. Speechless. I'll repost it once I've fixed it.

(End of chapter)