Operation Red Book

Chapter 442 Two Sides of Raphael

"Who is this again?"

Holmes pointed his gun at Raphael and asked the question that everyone was wondering about.

"I'm her little puppy, woof woof woof!"

Raphael then squatted on the floating machete and stuck out his long tongue at Holmes.

The tongue hung all the way down to his chest, with two cute little forks at the end.

"He is the head of the God of Death. I heard he was an angel before. Show some respect to him."

Ivy frowned and explained as simply as possible.

"This psychopath? Is he an angel?"

"Ow..."

"I am the master's little dog, woof woof woof!"

Raphael jumped off the machete and rushed towards Ivy.

The moment he touched Ivy, a ball of invisible energy rose from his body, instantly knocking down a large number of "black robed" undead.

Ivy and Christine were finally rescued. Christine blinked and walked towards Mrs. Bruce with tears in her eyes.

But Ivy was hugged tightly by Raphael, and the purple cloak rubbed back and forth on Ivy's chest. It was hard to tell whether he was acting coquettishly or taking advantage of her.

Raphael's body was very cold, but his puppy-like humming tone warmed people's hearts.

"Why are there so many abnormal people around you?"

Holmes put away his pistol, frowned and looked at Ivy deeply.

Then he walked towards the lady and checked her breath.

After making sure she was dead, Holmes sighed, took the white silk handkerchief handed to him by Christine, and covered Mrs. Bruce's face.

Of the two issues just now, one has been resolved.

Mrs. Bruce died, paying the price for her act of shielding the criminal.

The murderous demon Amy, after 25 years on the run, was finally captured by the god of death.

No matter whether she turns to ashes or is reincarnated, she will eventually get the punishment she deserves in the judgment of heaven and hell.

Of course, there is also the real murderer, and her accomplice, Wendy Bruce and her father, Lord Chandler Bruce.

Holmes believed that they would not be able to board the ferry to Australia as they wished, but would be intercepted and brought to justice by inspectors appointed by the Queen outside the small town checkpoint.

After all, it's time to remove Baron Bruce, the thorn in the lion's paw.

Of course, there is another matter that needs to be dealt with urgently.

Holmes stood up slowly. In front of him was the rapidly rotating Lake Eden, and above it were blue fire butterflies that gathered into a tornado.

The path leading to Lake Eden was still piled with countless pumpkin lanterns, and surrounding the entire Lake Eden were black-robed undead spirits that were slowly gathering towards them.

"They were motionless just now, why are they all covering us now?"

Ivy looked behind her and saw that the black-robed undead that had been knocked down by Raphael all stood up and walked towards them step by step.

The pointed moon was still hanging high in the sky. Even though we had walked for a while, there was still no sign of dawn.

Halloween night is still going on, and the atmosphere of horror has never faded.

"Raphael, do you know how to prevent this disaster?"

Ivy pulled on the brim of Raphael's hat, and slowly walked towards the center, wary of the undead gathering towards her.

"Hehehe...it's a devil, it's a devil..."

Raphael leaned on Ivy's shoulder and looked somewhere else.

Over there was the anxious Jacob, dragging two unconscious people, one was Joshua and the other was Mrs. Hudson.

"I have seen that sexy priest, about ten years ago. It was a grand black mass. The demon they wanted to force to appear was the Lord of Hell - Satan."

"But you also know that it's not just an ordinary demon. It's the most terrifying existence in hell, the one that's opposed to God."

"If he appears in the human world, the human world will become hell, and hell will become a demonic realm that is ten thousand times more terrifying than hell."

At this point, Raphael looked up at Ivy and then burst into shrill laughter.

"I really want to take you to hell. For humans, it's full of desires. It's ten thousand times more interesting than heaven..."

"Hey hey hey hey!"

"Stop playing! Raphael!"

Ivy was a little angry. Now was not the time to joke.

"You must have a way. Tell me how to stop this lake from swallowing up souls!"

"It can't be stopped! Because it has sucked in so many souls, so many unexpected souls that are countless!"

"These people... these people are all dead! All dead!"

"Not only are they dead! Their souls are all incomplete. Such souls are not clean. The underworld will not want them, and heaven will not accept them..."

"Either you get eaten by the greedy devil, or you become a living dead and continue to live in this lovely town, and continue to feed the devil with your soul in the next year..."

Raphael laughed crazily, sticking to Ivy like a dog-skin plaster, and refused to get down no matter how Ivy pushed him.

"Raphael!"

"There's only one way! Do you want to try it? Try it with me!"

"what are you saying?"

"There's only one way! One way!"

"Then tell me, tell me!"

Ivy was about to cry. Raphael held her and backed away, and behind them was the basin of rapidly rotating lake water.

Countless blue fire butterflies were flying above her, as if they couldn't wait to devour her cleanly.

The demonic contract on his shoulder burned hot, reflecting half of Ivy and Raphael's faces.

One side of Ivy's eyes was blue, the other side was green, both gleaming with fear and despair.

She saw Holmes and Christine standing over the lady's body, and she also saw Jacob gritting his teeth as he carried the bodies of Joshua and Mrs. Hudson.

There was blood coming out of the corner of Joshua's mouth and his whole body was shaking violently, as if something was about to break out of the ground. Ivy hoped that it was not the person she thought.

"Hey! Dear, use your soul to exchange for someone else's life."

Rafael whispered in Ivy's ear. His voice sounded a little strange, no longer the weird tone.

Ivy was a little confused. She had never seen Raphael like this before.

"Dear Miss Ivy, come with me to hell..."

wrong!

Ivy's eyes widened. She pulled off the brim of Raphael's hat and finally saw the upper half of Raphael's face.

Beautiful, charming, exquisite, alluring... like a black cat born in Egypt, or a black panther crawling on the devil's shoulder.

The important thing is that it was a woman's face, and the style of the lower half of the face was completely inconsistent.

His eyes turned red at this moment, with the black pupil standing upright in the middle, and hundreds of black bloodshot veins extending around them.

Ivy looked into his eyes, unable to look away.

Perhaps, this is how a charming demon should be.

But Raphael is not a devil, he is an angel and a god of death.

No matter how outrageous his behavior was, he couldn't possibly urge Ivy to die quickly like this.

Unless, there is only one possibility.

This person is not Raphael...

“Hehehehehehehe…”

Raphael smiled and blue flames appeared all over his body.

His laughter finally changed its tone at this moment, becoming a female voice like magma.

"Hello, my name is Lilith..."

she said softly.

Without giving Ivy any chance to speak, she grabbed Ivy's neck and fell into the bottomless Lake Eden with her.