Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 156: Shadow Abyss Devil

Guman took out paper and a pen. In this era, paper-based letters were already an ancient means of communication. But you can't deny that sometimes it's more secure than e-mail. Even encrypted emails can always be intercepted and cracked by someone with the motive to do so. As far as Guman knew, there were at least three or four intelligence agencies in Babylon that could easily do this. They were constantly monitoring electronic information throughout Babylon and sifting through it to find out what they needed.

Guman didn't want his letter to appear on those people's brain screens. He spread out the paper and was about to write the first word. Suddenly, a scream came from outside. It sounded like his wife, Martha! Gu Man frowned, wanting to stand up, but suddenly felt that he couldn't move. He was shocked, then saw his hand up, and began to write a few words on the paper: Testament!

His pupils dilated and his heart accelerated. The sound of blood surging in his body could be heard in his ears. He wanted to scream, God, this was not what he wanted to write! What exactly was going on?

The shadow Guman cast on the ground occasionally flashed across a streak of light, looking like an electronic circuit.

Martha sat on the ground and looked at the corpse that had slipped from the wardrobe to the ground. The corpse was stripped naked, but there was no doubt that it was the maid, Willie! Martha could not imagine what had happened in her home. Wei used her hand to hold her throat, seemingly strangling her to death. But God, how could there be such a terrifying method of death in this world?

"Guman!" Martha shouted her husband's name and retreated to the door. He reached out to open the door, but the door remained motionless. She patted hard and shouted, "Who is it? Open the door."

Outside the door, the young maid who handed Guman a bathrobe took out a candy from somewhere and tossed it into her mouth to chew. As she chewed, the millet-haired girl whispered, "For your own good, madam, stay in your room."

Ignoring the shouts coming from the room, the maid walked back to Guman's study and said, "It should be about time."

She pulled up her sleeve and a dark purple engraving appeared on the girl's left arm, emitting a fluorescent light of Origin Energy. This was a demon pattern with claws and teeth fluttering about. However, the demon had no markings. Its body and other parts were all dark shadows, and only its two eyes were shining with scarlet light. Shadow Abyss Devil, this is the name engraved on it. As its name states, its ability is to control shadows.

Pushing open the study room, Guman was writing fast. But his situation was so strange that the prosecutor raised his head and looked at the young maid in horror. However, his hand did not stop. In the blink of an eye, a page full of suicide notes had been written. At this time, Guman finally saw the engravings on the girl's arm that were scattered with purple fluorescent light. He immediately realized and shouted, "Is it you? Did you ask me to do this? I order you to stop immediately!"

"I'm sorry, you're not my boss." The girl chewed on the candy and snapped her fingers.

Guman saw himself put down his pen and put his hand into the drawer. Opening the drawer, he watched as he pulled out a revolver/gun from the drawer and pressed the muzzle of the gun against his chin.

"No, no, no, no. I don't want to die. I'll give you whatever you want. Please stop! Stop!"

The maid shrugged her shoulders, spread out her hands and made a helpless expression before leaving the study. Not long after she walked out of the study, a gunshot rang out from inside Guman's study!

Boom.

The engines of the transport airship spat out blue flames. The hull of the airship shook slightly and it began to float in the air. Because of this shock, Alan's attention returned to reality from his thoughts. He spent the night in the attic of Father Miro's chapel last night, and Miro swore that it was the place where his father used to live. But in that attic, Alan couldn't find the slightest bit of feeling.

Except that it was narrow enough to remind him of the room in the tin house in Gobi Town.

Alan thought that through Father Miro, he could figure out what kind of person his father Archimedes was. Now, the problem has become even more complicated. If, as the priest had said, the father had left his mother and son to protect them. Then how would Lanny complete her last words? Could it be that he could still forcefully send the dagger into the man's chest?

However, Ellen was not sure if that man was as good as Father Miro had said.

Perhaps only Archimedes could be found on this point No, perhaps even if they met, they wouldn't be able to figure it out.

Alan shook his head helplessly. The matter regarding his father was far more complicated than anything he had encountered before. No matter what, he had to find Archimedes. He wanted to hear from the man himself why he had left his mother behind.

After more than five hours of voyage, the airship finally arrived at Babylon's Statue of Liberty at around 3 p.m. Housekeeper Helsing received the news early in the morning and had already sent a flying car to wait for him at the harbor. The flying car directly sent Alan back to Castle Ugarte. After getting off the flying car, Alan saw Steward Helsing. He asked the housekeeper how to handle the formalities for Father Miro's emigration to Babylon, and Helsing accompanied him as he said, "Young Master, these are all small matters. I will have someone take care of them for you, and now you have two big things to deal with."

"Big deal?" Alan looked at Helsing in confusion.

'"First, after Marshal Windsor Belo returned the day before yesterday, she sent a message through the media that you passed the final examination and became her only direct student. Second, the Clan Elders Council has officially accepted you into the clan's successor list through the proposal of Master." The old butler smiled gently and said, "I have to congratulate Young Master. You have officially entered this family and the inner circle of Babylon. Of course, this is only the beginning. But before you move on, Young Master is planning to host a banquet for you in three days."

"A banquet?" Ellen thought it was a big move, especially since the banquet was for him.

"This is necessary, whether you are a successor to Beth Cord or a student of Marshal Windsor Bellow, you need an opportunity to make a public announcement. Moreover, I will use this opportunity to introduce more people to you. In short, the time for the banquet had been set. As the protagonist of the banquet, Master wants you to attend the banquet in the most perfect image. "Helsing smiled and said," So for the next three days, please don't go anywhere and stay in the castle. I will arrange for a few masters to carry out the packaging design for you. "Oh, there's another acquaintance of yours."

"Who?"

"Second Lieutenant Tonislaw, he is an image consultant for the military. He can be called a master in this respect." Helsing said.

Alan instantly shivered.

Returning to his home, he turned on the TV and saw a piece of news. The main character in the news was Allen herself, but Windsor Belo announced the final results to the public. Other than Alan, there were also other people watching the news. This included Webb.

Webb locked himself in his room.

The door was closed and the curtains were drawn. He was sitting by the bed, naked and wearing only a pair of trousers, watching the news on TV. Windsor Belo's beautiful figure flashed across the news. Webb suddenly panted heavily and grabbed a pillow from the bed. He then tore it apart forcefully, causing the pillow's fur to fly all over the floor.

"Windsor Belo!" Webb repeated this name. It was all this woman who had caused him to have a bright future, but now, he was slipping down the rankings of the family's successor. The clan had high hopes for him and allocated a large amount of resources to him, which made Webb think that he was going to have access to the core of the clan's power.

If the exam hadn't been messed up, at this moment, he should have been busy entertaining people from all walks of life to congratulate him. Now was naturally another situation. He had disappointed the clan. The clan's investment didn't pay off in the slightest. The most direct consequence was that it would be difficult to reuse it in the future.

After all, Weber wasn't the most outstanding person in a large family.

A soft roar rang out from the bed, and a purple-haired woman emerged from under the quilt. She struggled to get out of bed. Today, Weber's conquest on her was too intense for her to bear. Webb turned around, his eyes reddened, and he threw himself back into bed with a low roar.

If it were another time, women would be happy. But now, Webb's appearance made her scared. She wanted to get out of bed, but Webb had already caught her, and a new battle began. Hearing the woman crying beneath him for mercy, Weber's anger was vented. If one looked closely, this woman was a bit similar to Windsor Belo.

Windsor Belo sneezed heavily on the sofa in her apartment. She frowned and her golden eyes flickered with killing intent. "Someone must have bad thoughts about me!"

"Miss, Red Wolf is online." The maid reminded.

"Oh." Windsor Belo manicured her fingernails and casually said, "Did you just say that a district attorney shot himself at home?"

"Yes sir."

"What does dying an inspector have to do with me? Could it be that you are disturbing me for such a small matter? This lady's time is very precious!" Windsor Belo scolded loudly.

Nuo Nuo lowered his head and thought to himself, "Where did your time come from when you spent drinking and cutting your fingernails?"

On the communication channel, the intelligence officer who was reporting to Windsor Belo said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, my lord. Because the suicide note of the deceased mentioned your examination and the Holy Disarmament. I thought maybe I would find out about it. In that case, this subordinate will not disturb you "

Windsor Belo jumped up and said, "Wait, what exam are you talking about? There's also Holy Disarmament. Is he the armed bandit from District 3?"

'"Yes sir, according to the instructions given by prosecutor Guman, the Holy Disarmament Department's illegal army that he nurtured with all his might thought it would make a difference. Unexpectedly, you chose to test the abilities of the students, causing them to be completely annihilated. He chose to commit suicide because of his disappointment "

Windsor Belo's purple hair suddenly floated up. Noel hurriedly supported his head and lowered his body, almost going under the sofa. '"Did you say that Guman was from the Old Party?" Windsor Belo laughed as she restrained her murderous intent.

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