Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 98 The Sudden Attack

The sound of horses' hooves and wheels echoed in his ears, and Philip's furrowed brows relaxed slightly. He opened his eyes, but the worry and hesitation in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He was afraid he had made the wrong bet.

But time doesn't allow him to consider both sides. Dunn, Klein, and Leonard are the most likely options, and the ones he should follow.

Even Charnis Gate, apart from three Level 2 sealed artifacts, has nothing else. This is unlikely to tempt a Sequence 5 powerhouse holding a Level 0 sealed artifact. What else does the Night Watcher possess? Philip wasn't sure of the answer, but he had some guesses.

Since this item is even more valuable than a Level 2 sealed item, it must have the highest level of protection. It is likely difficult to obtain under normal circumstances, and can only be used by creating a major event at a critical moment so that the Night Watchers can use it through emergency provisions.

The probability that the item is stored at the security company is about 50/50. Since Ince Zangwell has targeted this, even if there are any protective measures in place, he has probably already figured them out.

I can't really split myself in two, and I certainly can't call Mr. Azik over based on my own unfounded speculation. Philip patted his forehead, feeling somewhat anxious and pained.

Ten seconds later.

Damn it, whatever!

Klein wondered what Philip and Mr. Azik were doing and if anything had happened to them. He reached into his pocket again, stroking the "Sunfire" talisman he had made, trying his best to calm himself down.

All he can do now is to do his best to deal with the evil god's offspring, while also keeping a close eye on Ince Zangwill, the mastermind behind it all.

Leonard leaned back in his seat, clutching the "Vascular Thief" in his hand, his expression equally far from relaxed.

"Don't be too nervous."

In this somber atmosphere, Dunn spoke up: "Currently, there are only obvious anomalies. If we control them properly, the high-sequence powerhouses from Backlund will arrive soon to provide support. Even if the offspring of the evil god is indeed born, our three major churches can barely handle it."

"However, we must be careful at all times during this period."

He didn't elaborate further, but the other two knew that they had to be careful of coincidences and the mastermind behind all of this.

Klein nodded in agreement, then followed Leonard's example, leaning back in his chair to relax as much as possible. At the same time, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, "I was probably only this nervous when I was called to school for the first time in elementary school, and when I confessed my feelings to someone."

He shook his head, his expression, which had eased slightly, paused for a moment. Klein felt his tense body and mind relax, as if enveloped by an invisible force, a relaxation that was difficult to control.

This feeling lasted only a moment.

The next moment, Klein's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze sweeping across the carriage before finally settling on Dunn's hands. He then exclaimed in shock, "Captain!"

At this shout, Dunn's lifeless, deep eyes regained their sparkle. He turned his head to look behind him, but suddenly the sound of horses neighing came from outside.

Pfft!

Through the window, you could see Caesar Francis, the clerical worker who was in charge of purchasing supplies and also worked as a coachman, being thrown directly onto the main road outside, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.

Before the three of them could react, the carriage, which had been moving smoothly, suddenly tilted over and made intimate contact with the ground.

The carriage crashed violently to the ground. Even though the three were extraordinary beings, they had no way to avoid it. They could only passively protect themselves and try to avoid injury as much as possible. They immediately escaped from the carriage the moment the commotion ended.

Dunn held Saint Selena's urn in his hands, looked around, and then suddenly froze, a look of shock finally appearing on his usually composed face.

Klein and Leonard, who followed him out of the carriage, froze in place, unable to believe their eyes.

In the middle of the road, a middle-aged man stood quietly.

He had dark golden hair, was blind in one eye, and his features were as deep as a statue, without a single wrinkle. His deep blue, almost black pupils held an endless indifference.

Ince Zangwell!

Klein recalled the wanted poster Dunn had shown him, his heart pounding and his blood rushing to his head, making it difficult for him to think of a solution.

Just then, Klein glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other passersby on the road, who had various expressions and were still not far away. He gritted his teeth and subconsciously prepared to let them leave.

However, at this very moment...

Bang bang bang!

Three gunshots rang out in the street.

"ah--!!!"

Those passersby who were initially just puzzled by the situation immediately screamed and ran away, afraid of being a step too slow. Even those few who drew their guns quickly realized that something was wrong and left cautiously as well.

The venue gradually became deserted.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Ince and the other two night watchmen all looked at the white-haired youth who appeared out of nowhere not far away. He was wearing a white shirt, a gauze mask, and his messy hair hung down.

With this disguise, almost no one can see the concealed facial features.

Philip.

After the initial joy, Klein's eyes betrayed his worry. He looked at the other person and gave him a barely perceptible look, trying to signal him to leave immediately, but to no avail.

Damn it, I really want to run away. Philip tried his best to control his every movement to avoid being too stiff and showing his weakness, while constantly thinking of feasible solutions.

To be honest, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Ince Zangwill in the carriage. Fortunately, he managed to calm down, light a candle, and use the simplest ritual to summon a messenger to deliver a message to Azik.

This guy dares to show up so openly, either he doesn't know we have a way to contact him, or Mr. Azik is being held up, or this guy dares to go head-to-head with Mr. Azik.

Philip silently exhaled. To prevent himself from losing his fighting spirit, he could only temporarily rule out the worst-case scenario and then focused intently on observing the battlefield.

Ince's indifferent gaze shifted from Philip to Dunn Smith, then he slowly raised his hand and spread his five fingers.

"Leonard!"

At the crucial moment, Klein called out to his teammate beside him, then took the vascular thief from his wrist and wrapped it around his own.

He spread his five fingers, aimed them at Ince, and the Sequence Nine to Sequence Five abilities of the "Corpse Collector" pathway that Azik had explained to himself and Philip flashed through his mind. In a brief but rapid moment of thought, he chose his answer.

(End of this chapter)