Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 82 The Unfortunate Monster, the Rose Bishop

The morning sun was shining brightly.

Mrs. Traore seemed to be in a much better mood; she was even humming a little tune while sweeping the floor in the morning, looking exceptionally relaxed.

"Good morning, Roy. Lanny, who used to live downstairs from you, is coming to see me today. She said a big shot wants to sponsor me to build an orphanage."

"Congratulations, Mrs. Traore, your wish is about to come true! It's a pity I'm very busy today, otherwise I would definitely go with you."

Roy smiled.

Mrs. Traore lived alone and often rented rooms to these orphans at relatively low prices. Moreover, in her predecessor's memories, she had the idea of ​​opening a welfare home.

pity.

Even though she owns a building and has some assets, it's not enough to support running a welfare home.

If it really works out, it might be good news.

"It's always like this inside the police station, be careful, Roy."

"Thank you, I will be careful."

Unlike Mrs. Traore, Roy was actually not in a good mood.

Although the weather was nice, he couldn't feel good about the things left behind by Lanius.

not to mention.

There's another scoundrel over there with ulterior motives.

Fortunately—

That guy wasn't after him; in the other's eyes, he was probably just a bug that was hard to crush.

The difference in levels is there.

Roy stepped outside and saw the pedestrians on the street, along with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares, which lifted his spirits somewhat.

After breakfast, he headed to the Black Iron Bar, full of energy.

however.

Upon entering the bar, he sensed that the atmosphere was not good.

"What's wrong?"

"In the suburbs, someone discovered what appeared to be a corpse in the sewers, with a lot of blood flowing out. The entire sewer opening was dark red, suggesting the influence of some extraordinary force."

"I just had breakfast."

"We are too, but we still have to go; the suburbs are our territory."

……

A small town on the western outskirts of Tingen.

Roy stood in the sewer, observing a corpse with the help of the light shining in from outside.

So he, along with Ryan, Ramer, and two others, came to check and found the body lying inside.

He lay supine in the sewage, his body covered in granulation tissue and tumors, looking extremely horrific. His death was very tragic, and his expression was filled with fear, as if he had witnessed something terrible.

By observing facial features and aura, Roy could vaguely discern the other person's identity.

Admisor.

Half a monster.

He still couldn't escape his fate and became a real monster. Instead, he somehow ended up hiding in the suburbs.

"Becoming a monster requires a lot of luck; those with bad luck are destined to never make it onto this path."

Becoming half a monster is the beginning of misfortune.

Being born in Tingen and encountering such a thing is even more unfortunate for him.

Roy turned to leave.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside. Old Ryan crouched down, a serious look on his face.

"After investigating the surrounding area, everyone said they had seen Admirsol. He lost control around yesterday evening. Someone saw him stumbling and running this way."

Old Ryan sighed, "He probably realized he was about to lose control."

No.

He may have seen something terrible.

Roy remembers—

Megos was also a follower of the god of steam, and it is very likely that she lived in the suburbs.

For a half-monster, hiding in the suburbs is no different than hiding next to a bomb.

Admiral had bad luck and made bad choices.

and many more!

Could it be the effect of that thing?

Roy was slightly taken aback.

If that's the case, what is the other party's purpose?

wrong!

Something is wrong!

My mood and state of mind this morning seemed a bit too scattered, which was very abnormal and completely different from my thoughts in the mysterious temple.

but.

He didn't notice at all.

Watch out for the audience!

Although Roy repeatedly reflected on this statement, he was still filled with a sense of powerless fear when he actually fell victim to it.

His gaze locked onto Admiral's corpse, and he felt a chill run down his spine. He grabbed old Ryan and ran outside, shouting as he did so—

"Lamer, Hil! Help!"

"What's wrong?"

Old Ryan, unaware of what was going on, was being dragged outside by Roy, still somewhat confused and bewildered.

But the next moment.

He understood—

"What a pity. If you had come any closer, I could have killed you outright. But it wouldn't make much difference now."

A chilling sound came from the corpse.

"For the Lord! All of you, give yourselves!"

Admisor spoke through his festering mouth, his eyes opening to stare at them with a lifeless yet terrifying gaze.

The flesh buds on his body grew as if he had come to life, and his hideous and terrifying face looked at Roy and Ryan.

Admisor shouted devoutly and frantically, his voice carrying a mental attack and corruption, as he rushed toward Roy and Ryan at incredible speed.

Ryan raised his hand and fired a shot.

however.

What use is a bullet against a corpse?

"Walk!"

Roy pulled him back.

The corpse was moving extremely fast—

If Admitso had such skills, he wouldn't have stayed in the Dragon Bar for so many years without being absorbed into the Mechanical Heart.

Seeing this, Roy turned around and swung his cane in a wide arc.

Bang!

A muffled thud.

Admisor's head was knocked off.

however.

The next moment, something even more terrifying happened.

A woman crawled out of the corpse, alluring and beautiful, with a graceful posture and a devout and holy face.

Sequence 6 of the "Mystic" pathway, "Rose Bishop".

Every "Rose Bishop" is an expert in flesh and blood magic!

The extraordinary individuals in this sequence can mysteriously hide inside other people's bodies, thereby evading various forms of detection.

That's the situation right now.

She tore the corpse apart, her steps graceful and elegant.

At that moment, the blood flowing from Admisor converged and transformed into a giant hand, shoving horizontally in front of them.

Old Ryan was horrified and immediately pulled out a ring inlaid with a bright white gemstone, shouting in ancient Hermes.

"Blazing sun!"

The intense light illuminated the narrow sewer.

To Roy, the power was gentle and warm, but a sizzling sound immediately came from the blood, including from the large, blood-red hand.

Then, as he ran, old Ryan "devoutly" drew the emblem pose of the Eternal Sun—

This should be the price to pay for using it.

Roy led him all the way outside.

but.

boom!

With a loud bang, Admitsour's body was enveloped in a bloody light, and his flesh exploded like a bomb.

Blood-red light surged forth from the cave like waves and tides.

Roy didn't care about anything else, turned around and waved out a large amount of magnetized powder, sketching the sorcery symbol of "Force Field Hand" in his mind.

The moment the flesh and blood surged forward, an invisible hand appeared, blocking the invasion of flesh and blood.

however.

In an instant, the invisible hand collapsed.

It was, after all, just rudimentary sorcery, while the opponent was a Sequence 6 Extraordinary being who had meticulously orchestrated this situation.

It would be strange if it could be blocked.

Roy kept moving, dragging old Ryan away as they fled.

Old Ryan pulled out a talisman.

The next instant, he felt the wind beneath his feet, and his speed seemed to have increased a bit.

however.

In less than a second, a terrifying force surged from behind them.

For a moment, Roy's mind went blank.

He and Ryan were blasted out of the sewer by the impact of the flesh and blood.

Then, more blood and chunks of flesh suddenly gushed out of the sewer, and with this explosion, the water that emerged was stained blood red.

Her code name is M.

Ryan said in a low, urgent voice, "The Rose Bishop who is active in Wintershire."

Roy was startled.

How did the people from the Frozen County end up in Tingen?

Where is Mr. Z?

Ms. M wore a slight smile, her eyes filled with fervor and devotion.

"Your intelligence is quite good; you even know about me. But for the sake of the Lord's great cause, I hope you will cooperate and stay here."

"Join me in receiving the Lord's favor!"

Ms. M held her hands out to the side, and blood oozed from them, both eerie and sacred.

She seemed to be preaching and praising her Lord.

Whoosh!

Under the control of flesh and blood magic, thick blood mist rose from the entire body of water, and turbulent currents surged beneath, seemingly concealing some hidden activity.

(End of this chapter)