Chapter 249: The Assassination

Eileen clamped her mouth shut and angrily looked at the thin, smiling

face of the ambassador, with a touch of terror.

Bakerland stretched out his right hand which was covered in a plume of

orange flames that danced silently.

He took two steps forward, making a gesture as if he was pressing his

palm against Eileen's skin.

This made Eileen think of the descriptions in many novels in which cruel

interrogators would use red-hot iron to brand their target's body,

bringing about an extremely painful experience.

"No, I can't be that brutal to such a beautiful lady." Bakerland

suddenly stopped his outstretched right palm and chuckled softly.

He shook suddenly, turning the orange flame into a long red whip.

The long whip ignited the air around it which took on the form of

thorns.

Pow!

Bakerland lashed his flaming whip at Eileen, burning her clothes and

leaving a dark mark on her skin. Her face contorted as she screamed.

"Who sent you?" Bakerland asked again in a gentle voice.

Eileen's lips quivered a few times before she finally opened them.

"It was..."

As Bakerland subconsciously listened for the answer, his eyes suddenly

turned bloodshot.

Oh no! Bakerland jerked back and rolled to the ground.

In the spot where he had been standing, a flame rose up and formed a

wall of fire.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Rain-like blood and flesh splattered

against the wall and produced sizzling sounds.

Some of them penetrated the flame, leaving a thin trail of blood on the

ground.

At the end of this path was the Intis ambassador, Bakerland, who had

stood up once again.

He saw that Eileen's abdomen had been torn open and two arms wrapped in

viscous liquid were sticking out from inside.

With a sudden push of the two arms, a figure drilled its way out from

the belly of the beautiful Eileen. "It" was covered in a thick,

squirming blood-red liquid that continuously dripped down, and it was

about the size of an adult male.

It was hard to imagine that a normal woman like Eileen, with no

protrusion in her abdomen, would actually have such a thing hidden

inside her body!

How was it stored in there!?

Boom!

The body below Eileen's head exploded completely, turning into pure

flesh and blood, surging into the form of a humanoid figure, and mixing

with the dripping liquid to turn into a strange red robe.

The figure revealed its true appearance. It was so beautiful that it

looked like a woman. The blood-red robe it wore looked like a blossoming

flower under the illumination of the flames.

"Rose Bishop!" As a veteran intelligence officer, Bakerland immediately

identified the name of the corresponding Sequence before him.

Sequence 6 of the Secrets Suppliant pathway, Rose Bishop.

Every Rose Bishop was an expert when it came to flesh and blood magic!

Beyonders at this Sequence could hide inside the bodies of others,

thereby avoiding all sorts of investigations.

But the moment they emerge, the hosts would lose their lives.

"For the Lord!" Eileen's remaining head let out a low cry and closed her

eyes forever.

The Rose Bishop stretched out its right hand and tapped its chest four

times in the order of bottom to top, right to left.

With the color of blood and the light from the flames reflecting in his

eyes, he looked at Bakerland and took a sudden step forward with his

right foot, passing through the wall of fire. He didn't receive any

damage from the fire, with only dark red liquid that continuously

dripped down.

Bakerland retreated once again as he suddenly raised his voice.

"Someone! Help me!"

Although his most capable assistant, Rosago, and several intelligence

agents had been sent on a mission, there was still no lack of Beyonders

in the embassy. They were military officials who had received permission

from the Loen Kingdom. They were the defensive forces that were

available!

One Sequence 5, one Sequence 6, three Sequence 7s, and a combination of

nearly ten Sequence 8s and 9s.

Bakerland's voice echoed around the room, but it didn't exit the

premises. The music outside didn't stop and the ball continued.

It was as though the room had become a completely isolated world!

"This..." Bakerland stopped his shouting, narrowed his eyes, and looked

around.

The Rose Bishop was in no hurry to act. He said with a chuckle, "It was

by your own will, the rules that were decided by yourself.

"You told the guards not to disturb you or come near, or let anyone

close.

"Yes... I simply magnified your will and rules and made a slight

distortion. If you want to escape this isolation, you have to defeat

yourself."

Bakerland's expression changed slightly. What appeared to be the

compliance of rules was, in fact, a distortion of them. The

characteristic of using the power of authority to serve oneself made him

think of another Sequence's name.

"Baron of Corruption!" Bakerland growled.

This was the Lawyer pathway, which was Sequence 6 of the Black Emperor

pathway.

Before he could finish his sentence, Bakerland's face suddenly turned

extremely gloomy as he blurted out, "Shepherd! You're a Shepherd!

"Who are you from the Aurora Order? Mr. A?

"Why are you assassinating me?

The Rose Bishop, no---Shepherd chuckled.

"You don't need to know who I am.

"Accept the Lord's blessings..."

His body suddenly stiffened before he could finish his sentence. It was

as though his joints were covered in rust, and he seemed to have turned

into a puppet.

Bakerland laughed rapturously. The gloominess from before disappeared in

an instant. He took out a white handkerchief from his left breast pocket

and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I'm glad that you were able to chat with me for so long. It gave me

enough time."

After the white handkerchief was taken away, a thumb-sized head emerged

from his left breast pocket. It was the head of a puppet with completely

black eyes!

The Shepherd opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a

hollow voice that seemed to come from afar.

"You..."

After pausing, his body suddenly burgeoned, and his skin turned dark.

Two curved goat horns with strange, sinister patterns sprouted from his

head, as well as wings behind his back that reeked of sulfur when they

flapped.

The Shepherd instantly moved three meters forward, having transformed

into a devil-like creature.

But even so, it was as if every one of his joints was firmly shackled.

His movements were stiff and slow, and his thoughts were starting to

blur.

"You still have the power of the Devil? As expected of a Shepherd, let

me send you to your Lord." Without further ado, a flaming long spear

with a blazing white tip materialized in the middle of Bakerland's right

palm.

He bent his back, about to throw the spear to pin the Shepherd to the

wall and burn him to ashes.

Sequence 7 Pyromaniac of the Conspirer pathway had the ancient name,

Fire Mage!

Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!

At that moment, Bakerland began to cough violently, coughing so hard

that he felt as if he was about to spit out his heart and lungs. His

flaming spear lost control from his coughing and disappeared, inch by

inch. His face flushed red and his forehead was scorching hot from his

coughing fit.

His influence on his enemy, that he derived from a mystical item, was

lifted. The Shepherd was freed from his sluggishness and returned to

normal.

"Why do you think I was having such a long chat with you? How does

severe pneumonia and an unstoppable cough feel like?" the devilish face

asked with the corners of his mouth hooked.

Upon hearing these words, Bakerland suddenly recalled the enemy's

beautiful and enchanting appearance when he first appeared, and

regretfully said, "Cough! Cough. A disease!

"You... Cough! Cough! Killed a... Cough! Cough! Cough! A Demoness of

Affliction!"

The Shepherd dispelled his devil-like form as his figure turned into a

series of stacked afterimages.

He chuckled and said, "No, I only received a gift from Saint Tenebrous."

"I know Conspirers have all sorts of means available to them, so, I'll

be using my strongest ability now, so that you won't have any

unnecessary hope."

A book appeared before him, a translucent and blurry book.

The ancient book flipped rapidly and with a soft chant, "I came, I saw,

I record.

"As long as I have recorded it, I'll be able to use it once. This is an

ability that Saint Tenebrous had deliberately demonstrated to me.

Although I only have half of its original effect, it's still enough."

The Shepherd's voice turned hollow, and his body was enveloped by the

darkness that spewed out from the book.

He quickly turned into a small giant, about 2.3 to 2.4 meters tall. His

entire body was covered in cold, black armor. At the space where his

eyes should be, there were two glowing crimson red blobs.

The dark knight raised a broadsword in his hands, took a step forward,

and delivered an unrelenting chop.

"No! Why?"

As Bakerland tragically screamed, the layers of flames that gushed out

of his body were split apart. All sorts of lights exploded and were

split open, and his body was split into two halves.

Thud! Bakerland fell to the ground. No blood came out of his

massive wound. Even his soul seemed to be corroded and destroyed by the

black sword that didn't seem to exist.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The plumes of fire that spewed out of Bakerland's body lost control,

causing the blast that shook the room and sent the glass rattling. And

at that moment, the isolation that had been created by his own will

vanished with his death.

The Shepherd didn't stop, nor did he wait for the Beyonder

characteristic to appear. He restored his inconspicuous appearance and

seized the opportunity before the military officials of the embassy

arrived, sprinting through the layers of walls and into the darkness

outside.

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein paused with his right hand on the handle.

He decided to throw a coin before he opened the door.

Since Ian had already come, the revelation that he had seen in the dream

had already happened. That meant that danger could come at any moment!

While muttering the words "the visitor outside will bring danger," Klein

flicked up a quarter pence and watched it fall to his palm, its number

side facing up.

Negative... Klein muttered to himself as he reached for the

handle.

However, he didn't let his guard down. He knew that there was a

Mid-Sequence Beyonder of the same pathway as him on the ambassador's

side who could interfere with his divination.

If it was that person, it would be normal for him to get the wrong

result!

*It's a pity that I don't have the time or an opportunity to investigate

it above the gray fog...* Klein looked through the door for a

moment with his Spirit Vision. Realizing that nothing was amiss, he

opened the door and took two steps back.

Dressed in a black-and-white checkered uniform, Sergeant Faxine took off

his hat and said with a serious expression, "I've been sent by the

higher-ups to tell you that you must be careful tonight and tomorrow. Be

careful of strangers."