louisehourcade Chapter 231 Death of the Prophet
Chapter 231 Death of the Prophet
Chapter 231 Death of the Prophet
Tokyo, Ikebukuro area.
In a remote alley.
With his hands in his pockets, the prophet looked up at the epic scene in the sky and grinned.
Implanting hallucinations on Kageyama to make him go berserk was part of the plan, but to be honest, he didn't expect that things would develop to this point.
Leo, maybe even you didn't think of it, did you?
The final opponent turned out to be the human beings you guarded with all your heart and mind.
Great human guardian!
If you don't save them quickly, these stupid humans... will all die!
"It should be a very exciting performance, but unfortunately I can't continue to watch it."
The prophet lowered his head and stepped into the alley again.
After he sent a contact to the witch, the other party responded immediately, and at this time he was rushing towards the location sent by the witch.
At the end of the alley, behind a tattered wall, is an abandoned factory.
This is where the six members of Ryusei School were lured and tricked by a witch.
The night is cold as water.
The icy cold wind rolled up the yellow leaves on the side of the road and drifted past the feet of the prophet.
He originally wanted to push open the door and walk in, but a chill rose in his heart for no reason, as if it was foreshadowing something.
"I'm at the door, come out quickly, let's evacuate immediately!"
The prophet stood in front of the gate and asked directly through spiritual voice transmission.
But before the other party could respond, a bad wind suddenly came from behind!
Without any hesitation, the prophet suddenly jumped forward.
Driven by the force of thought, the door in front of him immediately opened.
Taking advantage of the situation, the prophet rolled into the warehouse and turned his head to look.
Behind where he was standing just now, a bald and strong man with a cold face suddenly appeared.
Seeing that the sneak attack was unsuccessful, Baltan squeezed his arm a little surprised.
"It actually escaped? It's no wonder that it is a spiritual life body, with an extraordinary premonition of crisis."
"Who are you? Where is the witch?" The prophet stood up slowly, his expression extremely ugly.
This guy should not be human, but an alien, and has the ability to be invisible.
"My name is Baltan, but it's useless to tell you, after all, you will die soon." Baltan said lightly, and did not make another move.
That flat tone seemed to be telling a very ordinary fact.
"Hmph, you're not ashamed to say something, you do have some strength, but...you can't compare to me!" The prophet suddenly raised his voice halfway through his words.
In the next second, he completely tore off his disguise and showed his original posture.
Like the fellow who controls the surveillance game world, he has also evolved to the second generation.
"It's not just a cat or a dog, they are all qualified to provoke us Kyriairods!"
The Prophet opened his arms, transformed into a berserk form, and was about to rush towards Baltan.
At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind.
"Don't act rashly, he has other accomplices!"
The prophet turned his head and saw a familiar figure with a hood flying towards him with arms folded.
"Witch, are you hurt? Who did it!"
The prophet immediately retreated to her side, his tone unable to conceal his concern.
Now there are only two of them of the same race on the earth.
Although the Kyriairods are not like human beings to reproduce, they must be conceived by sexual intercourse, but the interstellar travel after leaving the earth is full of dangers, and it is always good to have an extra partner.
"It's a woman, a Kirielod." The witch lowered her head and said tremblingly.
"What? There are traitors?"
The prophet was shocked by the news and did not notice that the other party's voice was slightly distorted.
"That's right, she sneaked up on me and injured me, and then lured you to come."
After finishing speaking, the witch groaned in pain, and then naturally leaned towards the prophet.
"Hey, do you think I don't exist?"
Baltan's words sounded, distracting the prophet's attention.
The prophet sneered and was about to speak when a foreign object was inserted into his abdomen, followed by severe pain.
"Pfft!"
The sharp claws pierced through the prophet's chest, and then tore flesh and pierced through his back.
The prophet reacted quickly, pushed the witch away abruptly, and then looked at her incredulously.
"why?"
"Why? Of course because... I'm not a witch!"
The voice of the woman in front of her suddenly changed, and then she lifted her hood.
The face that was very similar to the witch twisted and changed, and soon returned to a gorgeous face.
"Sivir? It turned out to be you, you betrayed us!" The prophet looked at that face and dared not believe it.
Sivir is the original name of Red Bandit. Half a month ago, Sivir and Dan lost contact when investigating the identity of Leo and Tiga's human body.
Everyone in the clan thought that they had been murdered by Leo or Tiga, but they didn't expect Sivir to be a traitor instead of dying!
"Shut up, my name is no longer Sivir, the master gave me a new name—Red Bandit!"
Hong Kou suddenly interrupted his words with a coquettish shout, and then said proudly.
"Let's just go ahead and capture him. You are seriously injured now and you can't run away at all."
"dream!"
"Stubborn."
Hong Kou didn't say any more, spread out a pair of huge blue wings behind his back, switched to a super speed type, waved his claws and rushed towards the prophet.
The soothsayer leapt back, trying to dodge the pounce, but forgot that there was another person.
A gigantic pincer appeared out of nowhere and slammed on the prophet's head.
There was only a loud bang, and the prophet was knocked out in an instant.
Baltan's figure slowly appeared, he mentioned the prophet like a chicken, and then turned to look at Hongkou.
"What should I do now?"
"Give him to me, there is a trick among us Kirielod called soul searching."
Hong Kou looked at the unconscious prophet, showing a dangerous smile.
……
Ten seconds later, Hong Kou withdrew his hand that was shining with blue light, covered his dizzy brain and stood up.
"Get rid of him, and then come with me, I know how to help the master."
"it is good."
After Baltan finished speaking, he crushed the prophet's head with his foot and responded easily as if he had crushed an ant.
He said that the prophet would soon die.
Afterwards, the two figures disappeared in the abandoned factory, heading towards the area in Tokyo that was eroded by the spiritual realm.
(End of this chapter)