bookbashuk Chapter 47 Fate Beyond the Script
Chapter 47 Fate Beyond the Script
"If I had successfully drunk that 'Assassin' potion back then, would I have gained both good looks and power?" Recalling the abilities displayed by the corpse, Lorne couldn't help but daydream.
After a while, some crystalline substances gradually appeared on the corpse, eventually forming a translucent clump of mucus.
"Meow!"
Laki suddenly froze, her tail trembling rapidly. Her gaze was fixed blankly on the mass of matter.
The orange cat's pupils dilated instantly, its eyes filled with longing.
"No!" The moment Lorne reached out to grab it, the orange cat had already sprang forward.
Unfortunately, just as the cat's tongue touched the surface of the mucus, it was grabbed by the scruff of its neck and dragged off the ground.
"Honestly, why do I always like to eat random things!"
Looking at the excited orange cat, Lorne was speechless. This scene reminded him of the time when Rachi drank the "Assassin" potion.
"Meow!" Laki struggled violently.
"Moreover, even if this person is most likely from the same path as you, it is definitely not the power that a Sequence 8 should have." Lorne continued to teach without letting go.
He was certain of this; judging from the woman's abilities and the unusual spiritual fluctuations around her, it was clear that she was definitely more than Sequence 8.
The result of cross-sequence promotion is either loss of control or death... Lorne was deeply impressed by this point of knowledge.
If humans are like this, how much more so a cat?
Although Rachi is just a cat and they haven't known each other for long, to Lorne, Rachi is already the only creature in the world he can talk to.
Of course, cats can't talk either.
"Be rational! People like us with bad luck can't afford to try anything!"
With the bullets all fired, Lorne confidently poked Laki with the barrel of his gun.
"Meow!" Feeling the cold touch of the gun barrel, Rachel kicked wildly with her four paws, and her hind legs accurately kicked Lorne's wrist.
"Damn it!" Perhaps because he was a little tired, Lorne didn't catch it for a moment.
"No!"
The trajectory of the falling black revolver reappeared in Lorne's eyes... The moment the barrel pierced the clump of slime, the thing suddenly began to bubble and boil.
"Depend on!"
Before Lorne could react, the pistol was already embedded in the semi-solidified gel, with blue smoke hissing out of the gap.
"Meow?" Seemingly realizing she had caused trouble, Rachel stopped struggling and was left hanging in mid-air by Lorne, who was holding her by the neck.
A moment later, the transparent substance had completely disappeared, and the originally black revolver was inexplicably stained with a silver-white pattern.
This... this was absorbed by the revolver?
Lorne was incredulous at what he saw, but after a moment he understood, as if he had come to some realization.
"I see. So, besides living beings, objects can also absorb extraordinary power?"
"So that's how those extraordinary weapons came to be..."
Lorne slowly got up and gently released Rachel. After Rachel's four legs touched the ground again, she curled up silently at Lorne's feet.
"Judging from the fact that this woman was fleeing covered in wounds, she was most likely being chased and didn't have much time to spare."
Looking at the revolver in front of him, Lorne instinctively reached out to grab it, but stopped halfway through.
He was really unsure whether touching this object, which was formed by accident, would cause any accidents.
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"No, we can't hesitate any longer. The people chasing her might be here any minute."
The "machine" has the passive ability to counter divination; unless caught red-handed, the other party has a high probability of not being able to find it.
Lorne's fingertips hovered two centimeters from the gun handle for a few seconds...
"There was no response from spiritual warnings, nor any warning from fate..."
"Just this once..." Lorne's Adam's apple bobbed three times as he suddenly reached out and picked up the revolver.
There was no pain as expected, nor any mental confusion, and Lorne breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't place it so close to his body as he had last time, fearing that it might inadvertently cause some strange reaction.
He picked up a slightly charred jacket, rolled up his pistol inside, then picked up Laki at his feet and quickly left the alley.
The footsteps faded into the distance...
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"Damn it!" The clown narrowly dodged a demon hunter bullet.
The bullet grazed his forehead and flew into the distance.
If it weren't for the Joker's extraordinary control over his body, his head would have been a broken watermelon.
The clown still wore a smile, but the current situation was far from optimistic.
The current situation is three against five, and the opponent also has a strange mirror-shaped seal that makes him instinctively feel danger. Moreover, his own condition is not good. No matter how well the three of them cooperate, they are already struggling.
What to do...? Bullets and cards are running low, and the explosive talismans were used up when dealing with that witch... The clown's brain was racing, trying to find a way out of this predicament.
The already injured Cohen suddenly sprang into action. Under the cover of Old Neil, he wielded 3-0217 and swiftly attacked the clown in front of him.
The clown instinctively wanted to retreat.
But his escape route was blocked by the bullets fired by Klein.
Feeling the oppressive presence emanating from the mirror, the clown instinctively closed his eyes.
"It's over."
Just as the mirror was about to reflect his image, a stream of flame erupted, separating him from the mirror and igniting the surrounding vegetation.
"It's not honorable to outnumber the enemy, Night Watchers!" The magician suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
The members of the circus team were excited to see their captain arrive.
The magician winked at his teammates, then suddenly flicked his finger, sending a piece of paper flying from his sleeve toward Old Neil.
The moment the Night Watchers' attention was drawn to Old Neil, orange-red flames suddenly erupted around the Magician, who launched another fire leap and snapped his fingers, sending air bullets hurtling towards Cohen Lee behind the mirror.
"Be careful!"
Frye grabbed Cohen's arm and pulled him back, narrowly avoiding the attack.
"Sneaking an attack isn't exactly honorable," Leonard retorted.
"We're not exactly honorable people," the magician said matter-of-factly.
Ignoring the Night Watchers' bullets, and using the surrounding flames as cover, he performed another fire leap. In the instant the firelight disappeared, he opened his palm and threw a crimson talisman towards the Night Watchers' squad.
Then he shouted.
"withdraw!"
Klein and the others immediately realized that the situation was bad and quickly dove to the ground in all directions.
"Boom!"
After a violent explosion, the smoke cleared.
The circus crew has disappeared.
All that remained were tattered paper figures.
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Inside the Red Chimney Room.
A quill pen is automatically writing something on the paper:
Fate seemed to have deviated from the original script. The Night Watch squad was a step slower than the Society's circus squad, and Night Watcher Cohenley, who was supposed to die in 3-0217, also died because of this...
(A large section shows signs of forced modification)
Given that the witch Sharon has escaped, it's reasonable for the circus crew to encounter the belated Night Watch team during their pursuit of her.
……
The two groups were locked in a standoff, but neither seemed to have any intention of starting a fight...
(Another section marked with alterations.)
As a newcomer, it's reasonable for the fortune teller in the circus team to feel nervous and instinctively pull the trigger of his pistol when faced with this unexpected situation!
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The two teams, which should have been mutually destructive, surprisingly did not suffer any fatalities.
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"Damn it!" a mediocre writer cursed under his breath, forcibly picking up a quill pen and writing new content on the paper.