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The bucket tumbled three times in the sewer before coming to a stop.

At this moment, nothing is watching Eddie, and the operation resumes!

Eddie slammed his fist into the barrel wall, and the sheet metal exploded like paper, sending semi-solid cement fragments flying in all directions, crackling and popping against the brick walls of the sewer.

"Fuck!!!"

Eddie's roar bounced back and forth in the sewers, echoing one after another.

"That monstrous insect!!!"

He stood up from the shattered iron barrel, his body covered in gray cement slag and sewer sludge, his hair matted together, emitting a smell that could instantly rob one of their sense of smell.

And he was naked.

Completely naked.

Eddie looked down at himself, remained silent for three seconds, and then punched the wall, making half of the sewer shake.

"You just wait, I'll get my hands on you sooner or later!"

He climbed up the pipe, and when he lifted the manhole cover, the bright light outside made him squint.

After getting used to it, I started looking for clothes, and good news, I found some!

Bad news, the clothes are ruined.

Eddie couldn't believe that someone could be so meticulous yet so disgusting, tearing all his clothes to shreds before leaving!

A deep sense of powerlessness washed over him, and in the end, Eddie could only kneel before the pile of rags and sigh.

"What are you doing?"

Lucas's voice suddenly came through.

He stood three meters away, holding a steaming latte in his left hand and a paper bag in his right, which most likely contained sandwiches. He was neatly dressed and looked like a white-collar worker just passing by after get off work.

And Eddie...

Naked, covered in cement slag and sewer sludge, he knelt in front of a pile of tattered clothes.

Lucas looked at him for three seconds.

Her gaze swept from his face to his shoulder, from his shoulder to his waist, and then down an inch from his waist before quickly withdrawing.

"..."

There was a two-second silence.

Lucas coughed lightly, turned his head, and said in a very calm tone:

"You have this hobby? I just found out."

Then he turned around and waved his hand.

"It's okay, you can continue."

"You fucking!!!"

Eddie's furious roar echoed throughout the street.

He sprang up from the ground and rushed behind Lucas in one step. Fortunately, there was no one else around. He used his speed perfectly, and the latte in Lucas's hand was splashed with a few drops by the airflow.

"Why are you only just getting back!"

"Didn't I say I was going to buy coffee?"

Lucas raised the glass in his hand, his expression nonchalant.

"I almost got turned into a cement statue!!"

Upon hearing this, Lucas's expression finally changed, but he still didn't turn his head.

"What?"

Eddie recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

From being attacked from behind by insect stings, to being treated like a statue and having his clothes stripped off, to being filled with cement, stuffed into a bucket, and kicked into the sewer, not a single detail was overlooked.

When he talked about the part where his pants were pulled down, there was a brief pause in his voice.

It's not that I'm embarrassed.

It is post-traumatic stress.

After listening, Lucas stopped drinking his coffee and put down the paper bag.

His expression turned serious, and he slowly nodded.

"Each insect is an independent observation point... When you are in front of a swarm of insects, it's like being stared at by hundreds of thousands of eyes at the same time."

Eddie didn't speak, but a vein throbbed on his forehead.

"Anyway, being targeted by such a disgusting thing is indeed troublesome." Lucas's expression turned serious. He took a sandwich out of the paper bag and handed it to Eddie, his eyes showing an unusual solemnity.

Eddie took it, bit off half of it, chewed it a couple of times, and then suddenly stopped.

"Lucas, we can't go on like this."

Eddie stuffed the remaining half of the sandwich into his mouth and mumbled, "I'm very capable, you know. I'm fast enough, my defense is tough enough, and in a head-on fight, I'm confident I can hold my own against anyone."

"But the restrictions are too great. As long as I'm being watched, I'm like a statue. We need to find a solution."

Lucas didn't refute Eddie because he was telling the truth, so he remained silent and began to help think of a solution.

The streets fell silent, and in the distance, one could still faintly hear the muffled roar of the fused behemoth and the sound of Elijah's wings slashing through the air.

Eddie suddenly spoke up.

"Lucas".

"Um?"

"Would it be useful if people saw a photo of you instead of you in person?"

Lucas nodded: "Of course it's useful. Wasn't the insurance company being broadcast live that time? I could feel just as many eyes on them as you did just now."

Eddie smiled.

"Take a picture of you."

"and then?"

Stick to me.

Lucas's expression shifted from confusion to understanding, and from understanding to a dangerous excitement.

"When others observe me, what they are actually seeing is your photograph; the object of their observation is not me, but you."

"I'm being targeted. Go and make your move."

Eddie's speech became faster and faster.

"If it's not me they're looking at, that would be even better; I'll just take action."

The two exchanged a glance.

His eyes were filled with that long-lost, pure, almost overflowing malice.

......

On the other side of the battle, the fusion body, which was over twenty meters tall, had completely stood up.

It was no longer a chaotic, expanding mountain of flesh, but had a rough but clear outline, with two thick "legs" stepping on the road, each step leaving a half-meter-deep pit in the asphalt.

A massive upper body is supported by a "spine" formed by the twisted torsos of dozens of infected individuals, with a constantly writhing mass of heads at the top. Hundreds of faces overlap, squeeze, and twist, with some mouths opening simultaneously to emit howls at different frequencies, creating a chord that makes one's scalp tingle.

It came to life.

Elijah, in the midst of the battle, then discovered a problem.

That is, while the attacks from this mountain of flesh had little effect on him, his attacks were also of little use.

He needs to become even stronger!

Four wings are simply not enough!

Based on the previous events, Elijah could deduce that his primary need to become stronger was screaming and suffering!

Just as the priest's voice gave him two wings, the screams in the church gave him three wings, and the screams of the army gave him four wings.

He needs more screams and more wings to defeat this monster; otherwise, if things drag on like this, neither of them can do anything to the other, and it's just a waste of time!

The problem is, this monster doesn't scream at all, so it's impossible to absorb anything!

As Elijah's mind raced, he seemed to catch a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his head, he easily saw the perimeter of the police cordon several streets away, thanks to his enhanced vision.

At that moment, a group of clergy were kneeling there, holding crosses and other items, as if they were praying for him, the angel who protected humanity.