Although they were both excited to meet a fellow transmigrator and shared their recent situations, Silas and Klein still maintained a certain level of caution, not revealing all their cards.
For instance, Klein didn't mention that he was running a mysterious gathering above the gray fog and possessed the peculiar authority to resurrect.
And Silas didn't mention that he had illusory tides in his head that could resist erosion and control.
"So if we're both alive, does that mean the only one who sacrificed was the Captain?"
"...Yeah."
Mentioning Dunn, both fell somewhat silent.
That responsible and reliable gentleman had provided them with various forms of help to settle down in this world, ultimately sacrificing himself heroically to save Tingen.
"For the Captain's sake, and also to avenge you and me who can no longer live peaceful lives, I will personally kill Ince Zangwill."
Klein said firmly. Though his scholarly air made him appear gentle and refined, at this moment his eyes flashed with the light of vengeance.
"Count me in."
Silas said flatly.
With his vengeful and malicious personality, there was no reason he would ignore his enemy.
Before, not knowing who specifically it was might have been one thing, but now that he knew who it was, there was even less possibility of letting it go.
Ince Zangwill, the traitor Archbishop, originally Sequence 5, very likely already advanced to Sequence 4 demigod by now, right? I've noted it down.
"Oh right, there's one more thing."
Klein suddenly remembered the report from Justice he received above the gray fog and told Silas, "Do you still remember Lanevus?
That con man you screwed over... That guy is still alive, and he's carrying the evil god's offspring. He'll probably give birth in a while!"
The evil god's offspring descending into the world would bring not just a disaster, but also the subsequent descent of the True Creator.
"I already know."
Silas nodded. "I ran into a street girl he killed before. By the way, how did you receive this news?"
"Uh, you know, I'm a detective now. I have many informants passing me intelligence."
"I see."
Silas nodded noncommittally without pressing further.
However, Lanevus was indeed a problem. Where should they find him and deal with him...
***
"Hm?"
The man suddenly turned his head, as if hearing someone calling his name, looking behind him. Of course, there was only a wall behind him, no one at all.
"Why do I feel like someone's talking badly about me behind my back, hostile toward me?"
He muttered to himself, reaching out to caress his highly protruding abdomen.
The bizarre scene of a man being pregnant would make anyone feel uncomfortable no matter how many times they saw it.
That's right, this man was precisely the Lanevus that Silas and the others were looking for.
"Did you hear something, my dear child?"
His movements were very gentle, his words even filled with loving care as he spoke to the unborn child.
However, his slightly upturned corners of his mouth formed a somewhat mocking smile, showing the fact that he was completely unmoved.
Sure enough, just as he had deceived his fiancée Megose back in Tingen City, Lanevus was now still using honeyed words to deceive the fetus in his belly.
Through the belly, the fetus inside moved.
Suddenly, something protruded from Lanevus's bulging stomach, constantly moving about, as if the fetus inside was kicking its legs, raising its hands, conveying certain messages to its father... or the existence that was its mother.
"I see..."
Lanevus listened attentively, blood vessels bulging on his face, his expression somewhat pained.
Although no sound was made around him, he seemed to have heard something, nodding, "In that case, we can't wait around to be found by them, can we..."
"Don't worry, my child. I will protect you..."
He murmured while walking outside.
"Stop."
A cold, hard, and vicious voice suddenly rang out. "Lanevus, your time outside is over. Come back here."
The voice came from an extremely tall man who appeared to be over two meters tall. He had soft, slightly curled pale yellow hair, a frightening expression, and an aloof, vicious temperament, like a wild beast that didn't fit in with the pack.
Lanevus's body paused, and he slowly turned around.
"You know nothing at all."
He shook his head and sighed. "Leaving now is the best choice for your Aurora Order."
"Cut the crap and get over here."
The burly man said without courtesy. "Or do you want to suffer some more?"
"Crack."
He clenched his fists, making a sound. The blood-red robe on his body seemed to ripple, as if it were a water surface stirred by wind.
"Alright, alright."
The smile on Lanevus's face froze for a moment, then quickly replaced with an even more enthusiastic smile.
"Don't be angry. I'll go back with you. For your Lord's sake, don't use violence..."
As he said this, he spread his palms and obediently walked to the burly man's side, following him deeper into the alley.
The burly man snorted coldly and turned to lead the way.
However, just as the two were side by side, Lanevus's belly suddenly bulged sharply, as if a tender hand reached through the belly, using barely formed fingers to gently close toward the burly man.
"Ah!"
Some invisible and mysterious authority suddenly descended.
The burly man walking ahead immediately let out a painful cry and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Whoosh..."
His blood-red outer robe suddenly collapsed, turning into pure blood flowing onto the ground.
Not just the robe, his entire body was disintegrating. His skin cracked, muscles separated, bones extracted... as if every piece of flesh and blood had gained its own will at this moment, wanting to escape the control of the main body!
"The Lord's offspring... why..."
On the burly man's face, besides pain, there was more bewilderment. He struggled to lift his head, murmuring his question.
"Crack!"
Lanevus kicked out, hitting him square in the nose.
"Haha, hahaha!"
His eyes gleamed as he opened his mouth wide, laughing madly without stop.
With an agility that a pregnant person shouldn't possess, he violently kicked the burly man's face, stomping hard on his head. "This is my child! We are one! Of course He will help me!"
"Lord, oh Lord..."
The burly man spoke incoherently, his prayer drowned out by Lanevus's mad laughter.
"Splat! Splat!"
Lanevus stomped too forcefully. Along with the disintegration of the other's body, his head soon turned into a puddle of mush, stomped into disgusting, squishy sounds.
"Huff, huff..."
Only then did he stop, panting heavily.
The pleasure brought by revenge quickly dissipated completely. The expression on his face even seemed somewhat bored.
Looking down coldly at the shattered corpse for a moment, Lanevus slowly bent over, trying to squat down.
Because his belly was already quite large and hindered his movement, he failed, and could only sit down on the ground, then lean forward.
His eyes carried an indescribable madness as he opened his mouth wide, the corners tearing all the way to his ears.
He lowered his head.
"Slurp, slurp..."
Soon, from within the dark alley, came terrible swallowing sounds beyond human description.