Chapter 433
Until Lafayette lifted her leg and stepped up the stairs, entering through the grand door, a familiar voice called out to her.
“Professor Lafayette? What are you doing here?” A man, clad entirely in black armor, approached her and asked, “Have there been any new developments in your research? I apologize, but something came up today, and these people are...”
Lafayette paused, momentarily taken aback by the man before her. Slowly, she turned to look at Charles.
“It’s him... Charles,” Lafayette said, pointing at the man enveloped in black armor.
The man felt a bit surprised that Lafayette ignored him. Following her gaze, he turned to the figure wearing a silver chip mask from the Deaton Manor and asked, “And you are...?”
The man seemed to lack any sense of urgency... after all, this was the Church of the God of Order.
No one dared to cause trouble here; those who did would find it a one-way trip.
However... there was someone here who seemed to have no intention of leaving.
“I’m Charles,” the masked figure said, a faint smile appearing beneath the mask. “Can we talk privately for a moment?”
If violence could be avoided, Charles would prefer to exercise restraint.
Unless the other party didn’t give her the chance to hold back.
“Sorry, but there’s an urgent matter at the Church today,” the armored man seemed to realize something, nodding slightly, but he took a half-step back. “If you need to speak with me, I’d appreciate it if you could come back another day...”
But at that moment, the man who had stepped back found himself unable to move.
His limbs felt stiff, as if bound in place.
Beneath him, countless white chains twisted around the shadow, completely restraining him.
“Please,” Charles smiled and gestured forward, “let’s find a place to talk.”
Gulp—
The man struggled to swallow, and his body, no longer under his control, moved stiffly as he turned and took a step forward.
He wanted to scream for help, but trapped beneath the armor, he couldn’t make a sound. The hurried figures around them hardly noticed anything unusual; they simply thought he was escorting a guest inside.
“This way,” Lafayette pointed toward the stairs.
Percy also directly escorted the armored man, following Lafayette toward the stairs, and soon they entered a private prayer room.
As soon as they sat down, the armored man finally felt control return to his throat. He looked up in panic at his captors and said, “Do you know who I am? Do you have any idea what you’re doing on my turf?!”
“The information about the Otherworld node is worth your life,” Charles cut straight to the point, “it’s one or the other.”
Upon hearing about the Otherworld node, the armored man quickly realized their intent. He calmed down, a cold smile creeping onto his face. “Heh... Want my life? Go ahead, but don’t think you’ll be leaving here.”
“Oh?” Charles looked at the armored man, asking, “You have a lot of faith in your church, don’t you?”
“Hmph.” The man merely snorted, saying nothing.
The Church of the God of Order had developed to this point thanks to the near-invincible frontline capabilities of the “Crown Guardians” at Tier 3, while the “Investigators” and “Judges” ensured they held most government positions related to law and order.
In terms of combat, no “Crown Guardian” would be afraid... the only thing that could kill a “Crown Guardian” was their own negligence.
And he, as a “Crown Guardian,” was confident he could send out an intrusion signal and call for backup before being killed.
Unless...
“Lafayette,” Charles said flatly, “may I borrow a finger?”
“Uh... sure.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Lafayette took out a gleaming scalpel and cut off her pinky finger, seemingly unconcerned about any physical loss—after all, there was hardly a part of her body that was “original” anymore.
Charles drew the ritual knife from her waist and sliced her own finger.
Blood dripped down, but in the air, the droplets formed a line, slowly constructing a complex and obscure blood array in front of Charles. The array enveloped Lafayette’s severed finger, quickly draining it of all its blood and flesh.
Unless... it’s the Otherworld... the armored man finally thought to himself.
A blood array, shaped like a swirling vortex, coalesced before Charles, emanating a terrifying aura from the Otherworld that set off alarm bells in the minds of those nearby.
A horrific left hand, with cracks and eyes, broke through the blood array and lunged at Charles, resting on her shoulder.
“And now?” Charles looked down at the seemingly frozen armored man, calmly asking.
“Information? Or...”
“Your lives?”
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“Information? Or...”
“Your lives?”
This question struck the armored man’s heart like a heavy hammer.
The left hand, radiating a terrifying aura from the Otherworld, rested on the shoulder of the red-haired girl. Its eyes narrowed, rubbing against the pad of her outstretched finger like a docile pet...
The blood-red vortex in front of the girl continued to swirl, resembling a malicious crimson eye watching the armored man.
Only when the left hand sensed the man’s gaze did it turn its eyes toward him, the immense pressure forcing him to lower his head, no longer daring to meet its stare.
He was all too familiar with this aura; it was from the Otherworld...
The shock in the man’s heart was overwhelming.
How did she do it!!!
To summon the gate to the Otherworld so casually, and even communicate with the beings inside!!!
While they had to pay unimaginable prices to summon the gate to the Otherworld, even exploring it required countless backup “Saints” and “Saintesses” to pile up... let alone communicating with those enigmatic beings from the Otherworld!
Though the pressure from this left hand wasn’t too great, he had no doubt that the other party had more means at their disposal, even the ability to summon more terrifying beings from the Otherworld...
Meanwhile, Lafayette, standing beside Charles, looked down through her goggles at the left hand sprawled on Charles’s shoulder, feeling equally shaken.
Now, Lafayette truly believed that when Charles spoke of “killing them all,” it wasn’t just empty words... she seemed to genuinely possess that capability.
How did Charles achieve this? She wasn’t even an extraordinary being!
Or perhaps... she had already surpassed the realm of “extraordinary”?
Is... she a Transcendent?
“My patience is limited,” Charles stopped interacting with the little left hand and turned her gaze to the armored man, saying, “What’s your answer?”
The face beneath the black armor was now covered in sweat, drenched. After struggling for a moment, he slowly raised his hand and removed his helmet, revealing a sharp, gaunt face with short brown hair. He lowered his head and said, “My... my name is Henry, Your Excellency.”
Seeing Henry’s demeanor, it was clear he had already compromised.
Charles nodded slightly and said, “Go on.”
“The Otherworld... node...” Henry took a deep breath, adjusting his voice to make it sound less shaky. “...We can share information about it with you.”
“But this sharing is contingent upon not interfering with the actions of the Church of the God of Order... you cannot take the node away.”
Take it away?
Is this something that can be taken?
And...
“Are you negotiating with me?” Charles’s voice turned cold, her expression displeased.
“This concerns not only the Church of the God of Order but also involves the interests of the Pharos Medical Society and the Royal Symphony,” Henry slowly raised his head to meet Charles’s gaze, appearing somewhat more resolute this time. “This is beyond my authority.”
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