My esoteric uncle Jules

Chapter 78: Killing Revere

After discovering that the ceremony was being disrupted, Jules launched his most violent attack without any hesitation!
No matter what, he must kill Sir Revere here!

At this moment, sensing that the sealing ceremony was being destroyed, a hint of joy flashed in Sir Revere's eyes.

Before he could be happy for long, the violent murderous intent coming from behind him made him shudder.

"what?!"

He tried to dodge, but it was too late.

An almost invisible line of blood came slashing towards him, carrying with it an extremely terrifying sharpness, about to split him in half!
The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to feel despair.

However, at this critical moment, the blood line suddenly deviated slightly.

Because of this tiny difference, Sir Revere only had half of his shoulder and an ear cut off, and did not die immediately.

Jules walked forward slowly, staring at the shadow in front of Revere, and said in a bad tone:

"Friends in the dark, there's no need to be so secretive, right?"

His attack could have killed Sir Revere directly, but because of this inexplicable external force, he almost missed.

"Oh, sorry sir, so you are the supposedly new detective."

The shadows began to move, and after a while, they formed a tall and thin figure wearing a top hat.

His skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, but his pupils were unusually bright.

"The Wellington family will be punished, but not in the current situation."

Yule frowned and said:
"Your superior is Sir Vesti?"

The gentleman in the top hat nodded happily.

"The Sir has arrived and is ready to speak with Lord Centipede."

Hearing this, he frowned, looked at Revere, and said in a cold tone:
"I want him dead."

The gentleman in the top hat shook his head, while Revere suppressed his pain and laughed sarcastically:

"My mission has been completed. What can you do if you kill me?"

Jules stared at the gentleman in the tall hat who suddenly appeared without saying a word.

The atmosphere at the scene gradually became tense.

The gentleman in the top hat looked relaxed and looked at Jules leisurely.

The flesh on Revere's body was wriggling wildly, trying to repair the injuries caused by the previous blow.

Just when the two thought that Jules was going to insist on taking action, Jules suddenly relaxed, smiled, and said:
"Haha, since Your Excellency said so, I can't deny your honor."

After saying that, he turned around and left decisively.

Revere and the gentleman in the top hat looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

"Inspector Rogers, you are a level three, why don't you..."

Rogers shook his head and interrupted Sir Revere:
"Mr. Revere, any act of arrogance is dangerous. The reason your Wellington family has reached this point is because of arrogance."

Revere lowered his head and remained silent.

Seeing this, he continued:
"According to my intelligence, the newly promoted inspector has very strange methods. If I take action, although I am sure I can kill him, I will inevitably be seriously injured.

Moreover, if he has some hidden tricks, it is still unknown who will win.

Your Excellency, do you understand why now?"

Revere remained motionless, in a deathly silence.

Rogers' pupils shrank slightly, and he had a bad feeling.

"what happened to you?"

He placed his hand on Revere's shoulder and shook it gently.

A fresh smell of blood spread from Revere.

His brows were furrowed, and a pure light flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at Revere's brain and heart.

Through the power of "lamp", he saw that Revere's brain and heart had been minced into a ball of minced meat at some point!
The only evidence of the murderer's identity was the few drops of blood that evaded his perception and quietly seeped into Revere's body.

"...Is it him?!" Rogers raised his head, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

He immediately understood what had happened - the new detective used his ability to control blood to set up a plan right under his nose!
Just now, these drops of blood suddenly attacked and killed Revere in an instant!
"Interesting..." Rogers licked his lips, a smile on his face. He remembered that the last time the Wellington family asked him to kill the police officer, it seemed that he was related to this new detective.

"It seems that it's best to take this opportunity to get rid of him..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body merged into the shadows again.

……

The raging fire devoured the prosperous manor and the Wellington family.

An old noble stumbled to the edge of the battlefield and could only smile miserably when he saw the scene before him.

When he was a child, his grandfather often told him that their ancestors carried supreme glory, drove the fire of changing the world, and led England to greatness.

However, today, as descendants of their ancestors, they have long since abandoned that glory, fallen into the abyss of desire, and eventually degenerated to their current state.

It's your own fault, you can't live...

His consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

"Death to the Esoterics!"

"Roar!"

"Help……"

The chaotic roars and wails merged into one.

In order to survive, all kinds of bloody rituals were carried out, all for the purpose of killing.

Originally, some of the agents in the Anti-Suppression Bureau had doubts about the extermination of the Wellington family, but after seeing the true face of all this, the last bit of pity in their hearts was shattered.

This is a horrible den of evil that harbors filth and harms countless people!
In this chaotic battlefield, only one person was unaffected——

Centipede.

No one noticed him. His figure was like a ghost, crossing the battlefield and heading straight in one direction.

The layout of Rose Manor is roughly square, and the northeast corner has always been a forbidden area that is strictly prohibited for any outsider to enter.

Not to mention outsiders, even members of the Wellington family are not allowed to enter.

Except for those senior family members, anyone who accidentally breaks in will be put in solitary confinement for ten days or half a month.

At this moment, the ritual is still in effect here, detecting anyone who does not belong to the Wellington family bloodline and preventing them from entering.

Centipedes are no exception.

The influence of the Cup's Code filled the air, causing his flesh to begin to churn and form buds, with blood oozing out of it.

But he just looked indifferent, waved his hand lightly, and the invisible sharp force cut off all the granulations on his body.

Along with these granulations, a thick and circumferential tree not far away was also broken.

boom--

The giant tree collapsed with a loud bang, revealing a scene of holes in its trunk.

Countless fleshworms, with only flesh and blood left, were wriggling in it, having already gnawed the tree trunk clean.

It can even be said that this so-called tree, except for the outer layer of bark, is actually completely made up of the insects inside!
The centipede looked at this scene with a look of disgust on his face.

"After so many years, it's still so disgusting."

He just had a thought, and all the flesh worms crowded inside exploded instantly.

What was left behind was human flesh and blood that exuded a fishy smell.

As these fleshworms died, the influence that permeated the area gradually subsided.

Da da da.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground.

The centipede turned his head and looked at Sir Vesti behind him, and said calmly:
"Mr. Vesti, I come with the Queen's decree. I urge you not to stop me."

Hearing that Centipede had actually applied for a royal decree, Sir Vesti frowned, paused his cane, and said:
"This is different! You are extinguishing the bloodline of the Controlled Fire. The Empire will never tolerate this!"

Hearing this, the centipede smiled faintly:
"When did I issue the order for extermination? Anyone whose height is less than the wheels will be allowed to survive."

Sir Vesti raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when the centipede's figure suddenly shattered, leaving only a sarcastic remark echoing:
"Of course, whether they'll put the wheels up or not I don't know."

(End of this chapter)