Chapter 520: The envelope is torn open |
Chapter 520: 517, The envelope is torn open Chapter 520: 517, The envelope is torn open If, um…
If it really were possible to suppose.
The Envelope thought it definitely would not be such a smart mouth anymore, constantly mocking Brother Shadow.
As a result,
Now that Brother Shadow saw the situation turning sour, he actually ditched it and ran off.
[Brother Shadow, I was wrong, please don’t leave me, an Evil Spirit, alone; I’m weak, pitiful, and helpless. If you had any brains at all, you should have taken me with you…]
[You can go back by yourself, do you even have the face to see the Master?]
The Envelope was bursting with grievances it couldn’t voice.
It tried to escape, but before it could act on the thought, it was captured on the spot by Corrine Dowqui and the others.
[Can’t you give him some face?]
At that moment,
When Corrine Dowqui and the others caught the Envelope,
It instantly cowed.
...With more than ten hunters taking action, forget about it, even if a Demon Spirit came, it would be finished on the spot.
Moreover, the strength of these hunters was terrifyingly formidable, far surpassing those of a few centuries later.
Corrine Dowqui, with red eyes, held the Envelope and said, “You actually have self-awareness?”
The Envelope was stunned.
Yes…
It indeed had self-awareness.
Was there a problem?
[My master is the Duke, and as his most loyal lackey, what’s wrong with me having consciousness?]
The rest of the hunters looked at the Envelope with strange gazes.
From the beginning to the end, there was a very clear distinction between humans and these ghostly things.
Humans were supposed to be wise.
And Evil Spirits, Demon Spirits, though they showed intelligence, were not supposed to have self-awareness.
If this got out, it could very well overturn everyone’s worldviews.
The very existence that already possessed strange powers, once it gained self-awareness, how terrifying that would be.
Corrine Dowqui, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart, gave a look to a middle-aged man with a goatee among the remaining hunters.
The latter immediately and discreetly locked down the Envelope.
Afterward, Corrine Dowqui tried to remain calm and said, “It’s nothing, but now that you’ve fallen into our hands, since you have self-awareness, it will be easier to communicate.”
“Tell us, what exactly happened to His Excellency the Duke?”
“Where is he now?”
The Envelope trembled slightly.
It couldn’t help thinking to itself: [Are these idiot hunters insane? They actually want to find the Master of the Evil Spirit, they must be sick of living. And they want to slaughter me too, do they really think my Retrospection Ability is for show?]
That’s what it thought internally,
But on the surface, the Envelope produced a line of text.
[Ah, gentlemen, you’re unaware, my master seems to have been driven mad by the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon. He’s now mixed up with the Veda Sect. As the most loyal lackey of my master, it pains my heart to see this.]
[To see a fine master become what he is now.]
[I’m about to cry, please be kind, go save my master. Or at least put him out of his misery.]
This time,
It was Corrine Dowqui and the others who were taken aback.
Wasn’t the Evil Spirit Envelope supposed to be the Duke’s most loyal lackey?
Why did the words they heard sound so strange?
No one is a fool.
The hunters, in particular, had embossed caution into their very bones.
No one believed the Envelope’s words for a moment.
To them, this Evil Spirit Envelope was full of lies, definitely up to no good.
Without hesitation, Corrine Dowqui said coldly, “You want us to go after His Excellency the Duke so eagerly, could it be because you caused everything to turn out like this?”]
“Huh? What does this have to do with my envelope? I’m just a simple Evil Spirit. I’ve never killed anyone.”
Corrine Dowqui glanced at the Veda Sect hunter twisted into a towel by the dark shadow.
The envelope felt awkward.
“This wasn’t my doing, it was all that dark shadow just now, it’s the most evil, having killed hundreds of people, and to make matters worse, it shamelessly abandoned me. If you seek justice, go slaughter it, but please don’t trouble me…”
Corrine Dowqui sneered, “What a disgusting creature, and you still dare to lie.”
“Tory, make it behave.”
Tory was the middle-aged man from before.
The man entered the Evil Spirit Transformation, expressionless as he clutched the envelope.
In an instant,
a strange aura began to envelop the envelope.
“Fuck, what the hell do you idiots want to do to me?”
“Ah… I’m going to die, I’m going to die, you can’t do this to me, I am the Master’s most loyal dog, you bastards will surely go to hell…”
“Ah… the envelope has torn.”
In Tory’s hands, the envelope split into two, and each part remained intact.
Only, one half of the envelope began crazily manifesting text, filled with jumbled characters.
It was entirely incomprehensible.
The other half looked normal.
On it was written,
“A minute ago, Tory successfully copied an envelope.”
Corrine Dowqui asked Tory, “How did this Evil Spirit Envelope become like this? It seems to have lost its consciousness.”
Tony replied, “The copy retains its abilities but has its consciousness removed. Its original consciousness rests in the other envelope; however, by our definition, it’s now an idiot.”
Corrine Dowqui nodded in satisfaction, “This thing must be preserved. We’ll bring it back to the church later so others can study its secrets.”
After finishing, she asked the envelope, “Where is His Excellency the Duke now?”
“On top of London’s tallest spire. It enjoys staying up high…”
Corrine Dowqui asked again, “It? Why do you refer to it as ‘it’ and not ‘he’?”
“Because it is no longer human.”
…
Atop London’s highest spire,
the Evil Spirit Du Wei retracted his gaze.
In this city,
any area covered by the dark clouds was his home ground.
“Did I overestimate these hunters, or did I underestimate the envelope?”
“But these hunters are not suitable as part of the plan. I need a stronger presence; otherwise, merely as bait, it would be impossible to lure ‘it’ out.”
The tone of Evil Spirit Du Wei was inscrutable.
It seemed he wanted to do something that would catch everyone off guard.
At that moment,
Evil Spirit Du Wei suddenly furrowed his brow, his gaze shifting to the distance again.
The dark clouds in the sky grew even more ominous.
“I sense a stronger hunter approaching, along with a strange presence…”
…
At the entrance to London City,
the group of hunters riding ponies had arrived at the gate.
Minette held the reins with one hand and caressed her long sword with the other.
She looked up at the dark clouds overhead.
Strangely, a very unusual feeling welled up in her heart.
“Stay alert; we’ve been spotted.”
Someone said, “This city feels like it’s brewing a monster, with a pair of eyes that chill you to the bone. It’s like a Deity sitting high above, casting an indifferent gaze upon the human world.”
Minette’s eyes were resolute: “Let’s enter the city, deal with all the trouble. And if he’s gone mad, then we’ll deal with him too.”
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