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Chapter 166: Even Emma's Axioms Can't Stop the Wall-Clinging?
Chapter 166: Even Emma's Axioms Can't Stop the Wall-Clinging?
It seems my guess was right.
Looking at the flame that was frantically fleeing several hundred meters away, Lyon couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He then straddled the Witch's Broom as it automatically moved sideways, preparing to chase after the culprit and bring them to justice.
But just as the Witch's Broom was about to take off, the lesson from the near-assassination attempt by the black gun flooded his mind. Lyon hesitated for a moment, then turned back to the Princess's side. He took out the Plague Blood Belt and wrapped it around her, intending to revive her first.
According to the testimony of that disheveled old man, there seemed to be only two members of the rebels with abnormalities in the Lane Manor. However, since they had managed to evade his Soul Probe, they might also be capable of deception during the interrogation.
If there was a third rebel nearby, and Lyon left to capture them, they wouldn't even need to use their abnormalities. A small nail gun would be enough to take the Princess's life. It was safer to bring her along.
...
Soon, under the influence of the Plague Blood Belt's 'health', the Princess, who had fainted due to excessive blood flow, slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes were dazed as she looked at Lyon.
"I... what's happening to me...?"
"Your Highness, the rebels just launched an assassination attempt on you, but I stopped them. I'm going to capture the assassin now."
After a brief explanation, Lyon helped the still-dazed Princess onto the broom and instructed her to hold him tightly. He then lightly tapped the Witch's Broom with his heel.
"Ah!"
With a cry from Princess Veronika, the broom, at full speed, shot out of the hall like an arrow released from a bowstring. Under Lyon's control, it instantly rushed out, chasing after the desperately fleeing short man.
"You... stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"
Seeing the demon who could see through people's hearts flying directly towards him, the short man instantly crumbled. His legs went soft, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Pop!"
At that moment, a light sound like a soap bubble bursting echoed. It was as if a layer of concealment that had been covering his soul was wiped away. The short man's eyes, filled with fear and chaos, revealed a fleeting moment of clarity.
So, I wasn't a coward; instead, a layer of memories had been woven, making me believe I was a coward, causing me to flee out of fear and lure the target into an ambush?
Damn it! Using me as bait again!
Even though he remembered that he had agreed to this plan initially, the short man still felt a twinge of discomfort.
If it weren't for the demon's interrogation pushing him to the brink of mental collapse, almost causing him to give up and flee, forcing Old Lady Lucy to prematurely lift some of her abilities, he might not have regained his true memories until after the assassination attempt was entirely over.
Old Lady Lucy's memory abilities were terrifying... But they were incredibly useful for completing tasks. After all, even the bait, himself, had been unaware of the ambush.
After a violent shudder, the 'cowardly man', having recovered some of his memories, managed to steady himself. He staggered for a few steps before standing upright again and continued his frantic escape towards the manor.
Lyon, who was relentlessly pursuing from behind, had been cautious and maintained his Soul Vision the entire time. He immediately sensed the slight disturbance in the short man's soul.
Was this a trap?
Seeing the soul in the distance, whose fear had suddenly halved, Lyon's eyebrows furrowed slightly. He hesitated for a moment and voluntarily slowed down.
Emma's Axiom 7: Never underestimate the intelligence of your opponents. Those who engage in 'Fishing Executions' are not limited to Cleaners; there are also Intelligent Anomalies, Rampant Infectors, and underground cults worshipping Demonists, among others.
When these cunning adversaries attempt to make their moves, they too will first dangle a bait, luring less cautious Cleaners into a trap, eliminating those who might report their activities, and paving the way for their plans.
I must be cautious! After recalling the teachings of Senior Emma, Lyon narrowed his eyes at the short man who was about to escape from Lane Manor. Instead of pressing the broomstick's accelerator to pursue, he pulled on the broom's handle and flew into the sky, then gently tapped the small mirror he carried.
No matter where you want to lead me, I've got to get 'past' this person for the ambush to be effective, right?
...
"Sss..."
Intuitively, a chilling intuition filled the short man's heart, as if something extremely deadly had locked onto him. He shuddered involuntarily and, in the midst of his desperate escape, cautiously glanced back.
What the hell?!
Looking at the sky several hundred meters away, where Lyon was silently assembling a sniper rifle, the short man felt his entire being was in peril.
According to the leader's information, the target's abilities were extremely comprehensive in both offense and defense, but their maximum range was not exceptional, seemingly limited to only a few dozen meters. Therefore, he should be able to ensure his safety.
However, although the target's abilities lacked range, he unexpectedly carried a heavy sniper rifle! This... am I not doomed?!
Gazing at the gradually forming rifle in the sky behind him, the short man no longer cared about the ambush site. He frantically rushed towards the nearest building, and brutally knocked out the person inside, immediately hiding behind a metal frame filled with various items. However...
"Tsss..."
Accompanied by a light sound like air escaping, the sack filled with rice burst open. The metal frame, walls, bricks, and outer walls... all obstacles in front of the short man were simultaneously pierced by glowing nails.
"Ah!!!
The short man felt a sudden chill at the base of his thigh. Before he could react, the momentum of the nail gun caused him to fall, and the scorched scent of burning flesh timely reached his nose.
No! I don't want to die yet!
Relying on the Soul Anomaly User's exceptional intuition, he vaguely sensed the second shot was imminent. Knowing that death was certain, the short man instantly collapsed, scrambling with his hands and feet towards the window, preparing to plead for mercy to the demon in the sky, testing if surrender could save his life.
However, as he crawled to the window, ready to shout his surrender, the man riding the odd broomstick in the sky, who seemed more terrifying than a demon, suddenly shook violently, then fell like a derailed kite.
...
In a belfry six streets away.
"I hit him!"
Adjusting the headscarf that had slipped, the woman with the odd eyepiece put away her slingshot and turned to the middle-aged man beside her, curiosity on her face.
"Leader, how did you know he would fly?"
(End of Chapter)
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