Black Book

Chapter 200 Stop it, sir
Just as Zhu Haomiao was thinking about whether to return to reality immediately to comfort the pet, a small snow-white head popped out from a corner not far away, observing secretly and stealthily.

"Gee~"

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhu Haomiao turned his head and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"When did you run away?"

After picking up Diao Chan and examining him carefully, they found that not only was Diao Chan unharmed, there was not even a speck of dust on his snow-white fur, which formed a sharp contrast with the devastated battlefield.

After a brief moment of anxiety, Zhu Haomiao calmed down, stroking the mink's silky fur while narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Could it be that this guy has the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid danger?
Sensing danger, avoiding it in advance, and coming out again after the situation calms down...

The key is that its movements are so elusive that even I didn’t notice when it left and how it appeared again!
Suddenly, Zhu Haomiao, who was in a trance, felt an itch, and when he looked down, he saw Diao Chan licking his wound with heartache. The crystal saliva smeared on the turned-out flesh and blood actually brought a hint of coolness.

The burning stinging sensation suddenly disappeared, and Zhu Haomiao could feel that the wound licked by Diao Chan was healing at several times the speed.

Unfortunately, the palm-sized little guy worked so hard that he only licked the wound on his hand, which was just a drop in the bucket.

"Okay, no more licking, do you still want to give me a bath?"

Zhu Haomiao laughed and rubbed Diao Chan's little head, then raised his head to glance at the moonlit sky and raised his middle finger coldly.

Although he knew that the will of heaven could not monitor him at all times and places, he still hated the feeling of being spied on!

【lazy】!
With a thought, the illusory authority turned into gray-white threads that condensed from the void, wrapping the young man layer by layer and obscuring his information at the conceptual level.

A ray of golden light emerged from the [Book of Black], along with a huge amount of attribute energy, which was sealed and deposited deep into the soul and flesh.

After the double transformation into a pupae, Zhu Haomiao adjusted himself to his suddenly weak body, took a step forward, and rushed silently towards the Magic City Pier like a ghostly shadow.

And soon after he left, the first group of people who noticed the commotion arrived at the scene.

Not knowing that he had passed by the mastermind on the road, Sherlock Voss looked at the hill made of melted steel and flesh and swallowed dryly.

Looking around again, the bumpy terrain within a one-kilometer radius doesn't look like the Earth at all, but rather like the surface of the moon!

Looking at the tragic battlefield, Sherlock Voss squatted down, picked up a piece of fine loose soil with two fingers and rubbed it gently, the shock in his heart was like a raging storm.

The dissipated energy alone is enough to crush the soil, sand and gravel in such a large area into powder. The destructive power is far beyond that of a normal hegemonic transcendent!

At least a hegemony like mine, which is not known for its destructive power, cannot achieve such an exaggerated effect...

Not to mention that it was done accidentally during a battle...

Just as Sherlock Voss was frowning in thought, a petite and light figure fell onto the battlefield, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked up at the mountain of corpses made of steel and flesh.

"Lord Gabriel."

Sherlock Voss grinned bitterly and saluted respectfully to the girl.

"Well, what's going on?"

"I don't know, it feels like Ultraman and Godzilla had a fight here."

"Can we trace the murderer through causal regression?"

"No, I can't sense any 'clues'. I can only see a gray mist."

Hearing this, Gabriel remained silent. His golden eyes shone with majesty and holiness. After looking around, his brows furrowed.

“This is a sacrifice.”

"Use pain, blood, killing, and destruction as sacrifices to please the indescribable twisted evil god!"

"But... who can regard the Knights of the Round Table as a sacrifice? The one leading them is the Man of Destiny!"

Gabriel recognized the identity of the deceased through the slightly melted and distorted armor pattern, and frowned even more suspiciously.

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss's heart moved. "I heard that they are investigating the murderer of the [Red Dinner]. Could it be that they went too far and angered the [Dragon], so they were slaughtered?"

"Angered the Dragon? What did these Knights of the Round Table do?"

Hearing Gabriel's question, Sherlock Voss pursed his lips in embarrassment and answered with a complicated tone.

"I'm not very clear about it, but I heard that they enforced the law very roughly and many people were wrongly killed."

"a lot of?!"

Stared at by Gabriel's oppressive gaze, Sherlock Voss sighed.

"It's hard to count the exact number, but from what I understand, these indigenous Knights of the Round Table don't consider people of color as their own kind, and their methods are probably comparable to those of the Lacuisines."

Gabriel's breathing paused as he understood Sherlock Voss's implication.

"Wait, are you saying that the evil god we have been tracking down is actually a member of the Dragon?!"

As soon as his thoughts started to open up, Gabriel suddenly remembered something.

"No wonder you said last time that these people were seeking their own death. Were you hinting at me at that time?!"

Hearing this, Sherlock Voss smiled bitterly and pursed his lips.

"It's just my personal guess. I dare not interfere with your judgment."

But Gabriel had already reacted completely, and human anger appeared in his indifferent and cold golden pupils.

"No wonder every time I go to the Yanhuang Arsenal, the person in charge is perfunctory!"

“No wonder they are indifferent to the traces of the evil god near their lair!”

"No wonder so many evil gods are paying attention to this world at once!"

"So they did it themselves!"

It was the first time that Sherlock Voss saw the great Seraph show human emotions that matched his appearance and age. A flash of surprise appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head in fear, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

After a long while, Gabriel suppressed his anger and blinked suspiciously.

"That's not right. There are many weird gods among the Chinese gods, but this weird one..."

Gabriel murmured in confusion as he took a look at the mountain of corpses made of steel and flesh.

"Could it be the Lord of Arms [Chi You]?"

"But Chiyou's divinity is not so twisted..."

"Besides this brutal and bloodthirsty divinity, there are several other auras of the Lord of Hell level..."

Hearing Gabriel's mumbling, Sherlock Voss hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

"Um...Sir, should we continue investigating?"

Stop it, sir!

It would be embarrassing if they really found out something!
But she didn't realize Sherlock Worth's good intentions. She hesitated for a moment and gritted her teeth.

"Investigate! Keep investigating! I want to see who is behind this!"

With a frown, Sherlock Voss hesitated to speak, and finally all his words turned into a helpless sigh.

"Your will."

(End of this chapter)