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.

looked like a woman.

officer, Bakerland immediately identified the name

the Secrets

Bishop was an expert when it

this Sequence could hide inside the bodies of others, thereby avoiding all sorts

the hosts would lose

Lord!” Eileen’s remaining head let out a low cry and

tapped its chest four times

step forward with his right foot, passing through the wall of fire. He didn’t receive any damage from

once again as he suddenly raised his

“Someone! Help me!”

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

three Sequence 7s, and a combination of nearly ten Sequence 8s and

the premises. The music outside didn’t

though the room had become

narrowed his eyes,

Bishop was in no hurry to act. He said with a chuckle, “It was by your own

guards not to disturb you or come near, or

magnified your will and rules and made a slight distortion.

in fact, a distortion of them. The characteristic of using the power of authority to serve oneself made him think of

of Corruption!”

the Lawyer pathway, which was Sequence

turned extremely gloomy as he blurted out, “Shepherd!

you from the Aurora Order?

you assassinating

Rose Bishop,

need to

“Accept the Lord’s blessings…”

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

out a white handkerchief from his left breast pocket and wiped the corner

you were able to chat with me for so

was taken away, a thumb-sized head emerged from his left breast pocket. It was the head of a puppet

Shepherd opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a hollow voice that seemed to come

“You…”

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

instantly moved three meters forward, having transformed into a

was as if every one of his joints was firmly shackled. His

have the power of the Devil? As expected of a Shepherd, let me send you to your Lord.” Without

the spear to pin the Shepherd to the wall

Pyromaniac of the Conspiracist pathway

Cough! Cough! Cough! Cough!

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

that he derived from a mystical item, was

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