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Chapter 86 Pleasing

After easily intercepting the two bullets fired from the cross.

Having absorbed the essence of the flesh and blood of six top assassins, Sloan, who looked much younger, voluntarily appeared before the cross.

Seeing the cross on his face, which showed a hint of shock, Sloan put on a mocking smile.

"What? Carlos, you seem surprised?"

"Are you Sloan?"

The cross, which had rolled on the ground, looked at Sloan, who seemed to be more than ten years younger, not far away, and could hardly believe his eyes.

As he spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the six strangely shaped, dried-up corpses on the ground.

The next second, his wildly beating heart trembled violently.

Firefox Fox, the Gunsmith...

Although the six corpses on the ground had turned into dried-up corpses after being extracted by the mysterious runes, the cross, who had been with them for more than ten years, could still easily recognize their identities from their clothing.

Before entering the study, Cross had considered these key members of the Assassin Brotherhood as his main opponents, but he never expected that they would turn out to be his main adversaries even before he entered the study.

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These people all turned into bizarre, dried-up corpses.

Looking at the bizarre corpses of Firefox and the others, which seemed to have been drained of all moisture, and Sloan, who had suddenly become younger.

Cross quickly realized where his ominous premonition came from.

Although I don't know what happened in this room before I arrived, it's definitely related to Sloan.

With this in mind, Cross became even more cautious.

He looked at Sloan and said slowly, "Hehe, I didn't expect you to look so much younger after only a few days away. What, can't you see how happy I am to make you? Sloan!"

"You don't need to pretend like this in front of me, Carlos." Sloan took a few steps forward, staring into the cross's eyes, and said, "What you really want to ask is why I've become like this, isn't it?"

"Can you say it?"

"certainly."

With a slight smile, Sloan pointed to the corpses on the ground and said, "I merely sacrificed them to the demon and received the demon's gift in return."

Upon hearing this, Cross exclaimed excitedly, "A demon? Sloan, you bastard, you actually threw yourself into hell!"

Because of the magical item, the Loom of Destiny, almost every member of the Assassin Brotherhood firmly believes in the existence of God.

And they are following God's will.

Kill one, save a thousand.

This is their belief.

They never killed for the sake of killing; they killed for redemption.

To redeem more people.

But now, Sloan, the leader of the Assassin Brotherhood, who could almost be regarded as God's representative, has been cast into hell, which makes the cross feel like a defilement of faith.

"Heh..." Sloan sneered. "Carlos, don't you know? Since that bitch God wants to kill me, why can't I throw myself into the arms of hell?"

"Die, you bastard who betrayed your faith..."

Just as Sloan was speaking, the cross, which seemed to feel its faith had been defiled, suddenly raised its hand.

Instantly stimulating his adrenaline, the cross, now in bullet time, frantically pulled the trigger, unleashing a hail of bullets that aimed at Sloan's vitals while simultaneously sealing off his escape routes.

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"Ha, you who betrayed your faith and killed your own son with your own hands, how can you be so noble...?"

Sloan, a hint of disdain flashing across his face, showed no sign of panic.

Almost the instant the cross raised its hand, Sloan entered bullet time along with the cross, raised his gun and fired a burst, deflecting some bullets with the bright orange bullets.

Sloan flashed and dodged Carlos's barrage of bullets through the gap he had created.

After dodging Carlos's barrage of bullets.

Sloan raised his hand and fired without hesitation, bullet after bullet colliding with Carlos's bullets in mid-air.

An incredibly unbelievable scene kept unfolding between the two of them.

Taking advantage of Carlos's moment of reloading behind a pillar, Sloan flicked his wrist, and a bright orange bullet flew in a graceful arc, forcing Carlos to tumble out of his hiding place in a sorry state.

"Is that all you've got? If that's all you've got, Carlos, you've really disappointed me."

With his power surging, Sloan felt he could easily suppress the cross-wielding figure. He didn't want to kill Carlos so quickly; he wanted to torture and kill him when Carlos was at his most desperate and powerless.

Last night, while I was listening to the devil's whispers, many rituals to please the devil suddenly appeared in my mind.

Cruel Cross, a powerful figure at the very top of the dark world, is undoubtedly the best gift to please the devil.

In that case, he will receive more gifts from the devil.

Having tasted the sweetness of victory, Sloan was now even looking forward to the "gift" he would receive after brutally killing Carlos.

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the other side.

After using the "Dejected Gaze" and the Mindful Great Hand Seal, I extracted the special medicinal wax preparation method from the textile factory from the apothecary.

Erin directly pierced the apothecary's body with the Vengeful Love Threads, turning his flesh and soul into nourishment for the Vengeful Love Threads.

After the pharmacist issue was resolved.

Erin glanced at the second-floor study where gunshots were still ringing out, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Take your time! I'm not playing along."

The next second, Erin's figure flashed and he quickly sneaked towards the house that Mr. X remembered being stored in the Weaving Machine of Destiny.

From beginning to end, Erin never forgot what her real purpose was in coming to the textile factory.

As for the feud between Cross and Sloan, what does it have to do with Erin?

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"Click!"

After poking around in an old-fashioned padlock a few times with a wire, Erin heard a crisp "click".

That wasn't the sound of a padlock being knocked open, but the sound of wire being snapped by Erin.

The skill of "lock picking" seemed somewhat difficult for Erin, who had just been promoted.

"What a hassle!"

Furious, Erin used the venomous threads of resentment wrapped around his index finger to physically unlock the old-fashioned padlock.

"Click!"

With another crisp sound, the massive metal lock, made of some unknown metal and exceptionally hard, was sliced ​​in two by the venomous threads of resentment.

The next second, Erin pushed open the heavy door and entered the most mysterious room in the textile factory.

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