They set an ambush in advance; whether they could recover the lost tablet today depended on the performance of the Death Church.
He hoped they wouldn’t disappoint him, otherwise he would be furious and transform into a Death Knight, making everyone look bad.
Detective Mona moved quickly, trailing two steps behind Wayne and seized the opportunity to reach out and grab.
Wayne’s body stiffened and stopped, slapping away the hand on his butt, expressionless to the extreme: "Detective Mona, what are you doing?"
"It’s too dark, I just missed my step and accidentally touched it." Mona apologized repeatedly, it was not intentional, she just slipped.
Wayne rolled his eyes, tiptoed, and quickly ran towards the west.
Of course, he knew exactly what Mona meant, simply relying on her memory of the touch, trying to play a game of ’butt recognition.’
Laughable, when he disguised himself, he modified everything from head to toe with the Essence of Life, even his buttock’s shape was completely different, even the touch was not the same, how could he be recognized.
Wayne was very confident in his disguise; Mona could try a hundred times and still wouldn’t recognize him.
However, he still became somewhat cautious; the female detective was quick, accurate, and ruthless, clearly harboring suspicions.
This caused Wayne to be very puzzled, he didn’t remember exposing any flaws... unless it was slapping the enemy’s butt when lifting them, which any mentally healthy pervert would do, couldn’t be a reason for suspicion.
Where did things go wrong?
Wayne racked his brains but couldn’t figure it out; clever women were too troublesome, thinking of having three boats now.
Mona frowned as she followed behind Wayne, glancing at her hand from time to time. Although the touch was off, a woman’s intuition told her, Wayne and Bruce were very likely to be the same person.
"Wayne, why aren’t you talking, is..."
"Boss, why aren’t you talking, are you still mad at me? How about this, you touch back..."
Wayne interrupted abruptly, speaking tersely: "Detective Mona, I remember you are among the Clergy, as a nun, you shouldn’t act so indecently, do it again, and don’t bother coming to the Detective Agency anymore."
His tone was serious, not joking, Mona’s heart raced as she listened; this was exactly how Bruce would scold her.
It’s getting more and more likely!
In the middle of Wayne’s sentence, he suddenly noticed the surroundings were much brighter, without the need for Super Vision to clearly see the outlines of the ruins’ structure.
A chilling, strange laughter echoed from above, Wayne looked up to see a huge Skeleton head in the high places of the ruins.
The skull was about ten meters high, a Magic Creation, rising like a small sun, emanating a deathly grey cold light.
Affected by this energy, Mona’s complexion turned particularly awful. She gritted her teeth: "It’s a Golden Mage, if an ordinary person bathes in this light for a long time, they’ll be affected by the environment and turn into an undead creature."
"Find a room to squat in, no exposure means no problem," Wayne quickened his pace.
At the entrance fissure to the ruins, forcibly widened by the members of the Death Church, now allowed several people to pass side by side.
A row of Skeleton Soldiers entered first, followed by the Death Church members led by Sebastian, holding the Walking Stick high as they looked into the pitch-black depths of the ruins.
The skull carving on the top of the staff clicked its jaws open and shut, and translucent energy surged upward, expanding into the air up to ten meters, spreading light to chase away the darkness and allowing everyone a clearer view of this world.
The intense visual impact made everyone’s eyes widen, their breaths quickened, and they exclaimed in amazement.
The scale of the Giant City Ruins hardly needed elaboration; any one of the straight lanes was wide enough for the present Skeleton Soldiers to march through side by side.
Sebastian prodded the Walking Stick in his hand, muttered a short incantation, summoning his three proud Skeleton Knights.
All three knights were decked out in armor; the black Armor’s design was almost the same as that of the Death Knights, and they hung swords on their horseback.
However, looking similar didn’t mean they had the same strength; to enhance the combat ability of the three Skeleton Knights, Sebastian equipped them with heavy weaponry.
Two knights held machine guns with ammunition belts wrapped around their arms, and one knight carried a sniper rifle on his back with two rows of grenades around his waist.
The times are advancing, Mages must keep up with the times, otherwise, they would get their heads shot out from eight hundred miles away by a sniper rifle, not just at dawn or dusk, but at noon.
From this perspective, Sebastian was clearly superior to the other Golden Mages.
Enchanting planes, cannons, battleships were only a matter of time!
With the help of the levitating white skull, Sebastian’s view expanded once more, as he looked down from above and took the entire Giant City Ruins into his sight, in a matter of seconds, he spotted two little mice scurrying towards the west.
"Oscar, those two mice are in the west, take a group of Skeleton Soldiers to deal with them. If you can capture them alive, bring them to me, I want to make them into Skeleton Soldiers personally. If you can’t, just bring their corpses over," Sebastian commanded.
In the front row emerged a big, stocky miner with a face Wayne would envy, full of rugged features, no need for makeup when playing the villain, his face said it all.
Oscar led his goons, commanding fifty Skeleton Soldiers as they marched away mightily.
Sebastian frowned slightly, reminded of Dunn who was killed by the Naturalist Mage, and, just in case, he started to chant a complex and lengthy spell.
In the sky, the massive skull’s eyes shone with black light, the crows cawing and laughing, and two pure black energy ravens flapped their wings and flew out towards the location of Wayne and Mona.