paranoianovel Chapter 96 End and Script
Chapter 96 End and Script
Chapter 96 End and Script
After a moment's thought, Klein took out a slumbering talisman from his pocket, imbued it with spiritual power, and threw it out.
"Crimson!"
Inside the living room, the light from the gas wall lamps suddenly dimmed, and the faint, peaceful chanting of a choir could be heard echoing around.
The pile of tiny pieces of meat on the floor suddenly fell silent, ceasing to wriggle, as if they were truly dead.
"Crimson!"
Klein cast another Sleeping Spell on the bodyguard who was also affected by the "True Creator" words, calming her down as well.
He then looked at Sirion: "You...why did you suddenly come here? Have you dealt with the spirit creatures that were chasing you?"
Cyril pointed to the now quiet pile of minced meat on the floor:
"It's not completely resolved yet, but it will be resolved once the bodyguard you hired wakes up."
"I divined an opportunity to solve the problem, so I led it here, and it just so happened to be caught in the battle here, which affected it."
He glanced down at the "Peace Messenger" in his hand, chuckled softly, and sighed:
"Sometimes the negative effects of magical items aren't entirely negative. If I hadn't always carried it with me, I wouldn't have been able to arrive at this battle so conveniently."
"You still need to deal with the scene, so I'll leave now."
"Remember to have your bodyguard help me clean up that mess of meat on the floor, and I won't charge you for being your bodyguard this time."
As he spoke, he turned around, waving his hand as he walked, his figure gradually blurring in the shadows cast by the gas streetlights.
Turning his gaze away, Klein looked at the pile of minced meat on the floor and murmured:
"Are astrologers really that good at divination, able to accurately pinpoint the key to solving problems?"
"Or perhaps, he's just a bit special?"
As he whispered, he took out candles and set up a ritual on the floor to summon himself.
He planned to bring Rosago's still-lingering spirit above the gray fog to communicate with spirits, which was crucial to whether he could obtain the potion recipe for the next sequence of "The Clown".
Inside a luxury villa in Queens.
Unheld by anyone, the numbers 0-08 are writing lines of words on an open notebook:
With a subtle hint from the great Alshoghod Pen, Cyril Grey devised a way to deal with the spirit creature that was eyeing him, without revealing his own special abilities.
He only needs to lure that stubborn spirit creature into a relatively dangerous battlefield between extraordinary beings, so that it gets caught in the crossfire, and he will have a chance to completely resolve the current problem.
Tonight, there happens to be an inconspicuous but dangerous battlefield in Backlund!
Under the influence of the magical item he possessed, Cyril Grey happened to arrive at 15 Minsk Street and joined the battle.
In order to fulfill the contract to retrieve the magical item, the ugly and stubborn spirit creature also followed. It chose the wrong time to join the battle and happened to run into Detective Sherlock Moriarty using the dangerous spell. It inevitably heard the words of the "True Creator", which caused it to lose control of its flesh and spirit.
Cyril Glenn seized the opportunity precisely and fired, destroying its out-of-control flesh and blood body.
Although the flesh and blood that turned into pieces did not truly die due to the influence of the “true creator”, it was only a matter of time.
The remaining mad spirit within the blood and flesh fragments has been put to sleep by a spell used by detective Sherlock Moriarty. Once Sharon, who is also in a stable state of slumber, awakens, it will be truly killed.
As a qualified and responsible bodyguard, Sharon would not refuse a small request from her employer, which is perfectly reasonable!
On the desk, 0-08, who was diligently writing, suddenly stopped, like a writer who had lost inspiration and was stuck, unable to write anything more.
After a brief pause, 0-08 was written on a new line in the notebook again:
Under the perfect script of the great Pen of Althurod, Cyrion Gray's request was perfectly resolved, and for a long time to come, he would no longer be harassed by the original owner of the "Peacekeeper." As a lawful being, Cyrion Gray would abide by his verbal agreement with the great Pen of Althurod and would not reveal any information about the Pen of Althurod to that nameless being in any way, whether actively or passively.
Having achieved his goal, Cyril Grey will gradually ignore and forget about the existence of the great Alshurst Pen in the future.
This is a reasonable speculation based on Cyril Glen's past, personality, and character!
Snapped!
After writing the last word, the 0-08, which no one was holding, seemed to have exhausted all its strength and collapsed onto the table with a thud.
At 15 Minsk Street, Klein, who had been leaning back on the sofa with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, leaned forward, and gasped for breath with his mouth half open.
"I almost lost my spirituality."
After letting out a sigh, he stood up from the sofa and looked at the floor of the room:
A headless, skinless body; a pool of crimson, fleshy bits that weren't completely dead but showed no signs of movement.
And the bodyguard who is still asleep.
Noticing that the bodyguard was even more pale than before, with skin so white it was almost transparent, Klein's face showed a hint of embarrassment.
It seems that the most serious injuries the bodyguard suffered tonight were all from friendly fire.
First came the holy silver bullets fired by Cyril, which had both anti-magic and purifying effects, followed by the obscene spells he himself threw containing the words of the "True Creator."
"Sometimes, danger comes not only from the enemy, but also from friendly forces that lack understanding and cooperation and do more harm than good."
As I sighed, the bodyguard lying on the floor suddenly vanished.
Klein froze for a moment, then subconsciously turned to look at the bay window behind him, just in time to see the bodyguard walking out of the bay window.
Her pale golden hair and white face were somewhat duller than before, and she seemed more ethereal, more like a ghost with an unpredictable form.
Seeing the bodyguard looking at him with a serious expression, Klein immediately explained:
"After using that dangerous talisman, I fell into a state of being out of control. It was my friend who set up a ritual to help extraordinary individuals stabilize their state, which allowed me to regain my senses more quickly and shoot Rosago."
"He's been in some trouble lately, being chased by a strange spirit creature. The spirit creature chasing him was also caught in the blast of that dangerous talisman and was killed by him when it lost control."
"He was probably exhausted from being chased for too long, and left as soon as he was sure there was no other danger."
As he spoke, Klein pointed to the pool of scarlet, tiny pieces of flesh on the floor.
Sharon looked in the direction he was pointing, nodded almost imperceptibly, then shook her head and said:
"It's not dead yet."
As she spoke, she raised her right hand, and several thin, emerald-green ice crystal arrows condensed in the air in front of her.
call out!call out!
Nourishing~
After the sound of it slicing through the air, the thin ice-crystal arrow pierced into the pool of flesh on the floor, then emitted a corrosive sound.
The originally scarlet, fragmented pieces of meat withered and decayed at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pool of putrid flesh with a foul stench.
"Alright." Sharon nodded slightly to Klein, then asked:
"What kind of talisman did you use back then?"
Solve the problem first, then start asking follow-up questions. No wonder he's the bodyguard I paid 1000 pounds for; he's really dedicated.
After clearing his mind for a moment, Klein explained using the reason he had prepared beforehand:
"I received a black ear through a gathering of extraordinary individuals. It's very sinister; just touching it causes terrifying sounds to echo in my ears."
"It is said that this voice comes from a great being, and if one is lucky enough, one can gain many benefits from it."
He paused briefly, controlling the micro-expressions on his face, and said in a tone that was half fear and half relief:
"Although I'm more likely to die, I didn't have much hope of survival before I got you as my bodyguard, so I wanted to take a gamble."
"After I heard the voice of the great being, the black ear shattered on its own and turned into the talisman I had used before?"
After listening quietly, Sharon's figure, which was floating in mid-air, suddenly became ethereal, and her azure eyes lost focus slightly.
She was communicating with the spirit world, making a judgment-like assessment of Klein's words.
Soon, her eyes regained their light, and she nodded calmly to Klein.
"You'd better find yourself a real 'psychologist'."