The Demon Against The Heavens - 227 Los Gatos

Snowflake and Vlad looked around with a thug-like expression. They both wore a large balaclava.

Frankenstein, forced to follow them, was about to burst into tears. He had been practically forced, beaten and taken away, to participate in that suicide mission.

Whimpering, Frankenstein pleaded: “Please, we will get all killed. Security is too high, it is impossible to get away.”

“We all three have a balaclava, how will they recognize us?” said Vlad, pointing to his face.

Frankenstein wanted to die.

He couldn’t understand if they were making fun of him or were they really as stupid as they seemed.

What?! What are you saying?! Snowflake is a two-meter-long and one-and-a-half-meter-high fucking cat, what does it matter if he wears a balaclava?! That’s right; Frankenstein was thinking exactly the same thing.

And Vlad had a huge bow on his shoulders, while some scarlet locks came out of his balaclava!

Frankenstein’s, perhaps for lack of means, was only a sock, which made him perfectly recognizable.

“But why isn’t Lulu with us then? What about Lumia?! Why me?!” cried Frankenstein desperately.

Snowflake raised an eyebrow and clapped his tail on the ground: “This is not a mission for women.” His tone was deadly serious.

Of course it wasn’t a mission for women, you idiots! You’re going to steal Circe’s panties out of spite against her! Frankenstein wanted to scream in their face, but he remained silent to avoid drawing attention to them.

They were infiltrating in the Guild of Life and Death. Or better, at least that was what Snowflake and Vlad had said they wanted to do. But Vlad had made them pass through the main entrance, also taking care to greet the guards, before putting on their balaclavas.

They were now behind the wall that led to the corridor to Circe’s room.

Frankenstein, knowing Circe’s character, was quite sure that all three of them were well on their way to a gruesome death.

Not only was Helial Circe’s boyfriend, which already put them in a rather uncomfortable position, but even if Helial ended up forgiving them, Circe surely wouldn’t!

Despite everything, Frankenstein had prepared several powders to hide his Aura and objects of all kinds. If they really had to risk their lives, then he had to make sure that those two idiots didn’t throw away his life, too, along with theirs.

“I swear, I swear that if I get out alive I will light a candle every day in honor of the great Goblin God, all-and-every-day,” prayed Frankenstein while activating an object.

Object used:Ash Dust

The Aura of all three suddenly disappeared into thin air, as if they did not exist.

“This object weakens our bodies temporarily. You can remove its effect by simply circulating your Mana for a few seconds, but I don’t recommend it. As long as it is active, our Auras will be difficult to find even for Big. Unless a Warrior in the Tenth Phase is directly using his Divine Sense to scan the Guild of Life and Death, I doubt we will have any problem.”

Snowflake pawed Frankenstein on the shoulders: “I knew that asking you to come with us would be the right choice. We will be heroes, in life and in death!”

“What life and what death?!” swore Frankenstein.

The great scientist, a symbol of fanaticism in Helial’s group, was speechless in front of those two.

He took out three bottles and told Snowflake and Vlad to drink one of them each.

Item consumed:Copy-Skill PotionTemporary Skill Activated:PerceptionDuration: 10 minutes

“This …” this time, even Snowflake and Vlad were amazed.

“Yup. I asked Helial for help with an experiment. Obviously he doesn’t know what we’re using his Skill for. I advise you to keep your mouth shut, or he will skin all three of us. In any case, we will need to keep an eye on the situation and not be caught.”

“We still need to remove the defensive formation on Circe’s chamber!” laughed Vlad.

“Already removed,” Frankenstein rolled his eyes.

“Did you remove it?!” shouted Vlad.

“What the fuck are you shouting at?! Of course not! She is the descendant of the Guild of Life and Death. Not even Cesar or Aure could enter in such a short time! It is an Immortal-rank Formation. It was deactivated by Circe herself shortly before leaving. The Helial hunting season is probably open.”

The three sneered. Of course, Circe was truly an unparalleled beauty, but nobody was willing to risk their lives to enjoy it.

Sneaking, almost literally, they entered Circe’s room and began to rummage in the drawers.

The room was decorated in a rather macabre way. All the furniture was black or ebony. The black curtain gave it a mournful appearance. The candlesticks scattered around the room made it look like a room used for the sacrifices of a satanic sect.

Vlad rolled his eyes and raised the trophy.

“Pink! They’re pink!” he screamed.

The other two were stunned.

Pink? Did the Witch of Orma really have normal pink panties?!

“Shit, Circe’s Aura just appeared in the courtyard.”

The three grabbed all the underwear they found at hand and threw themselves out the window, recovering their normal cultivation after having dispersed the effects of the magic dust.

After a few minutes, dragon-like screams were heard coming from Circe’s rooms.

The guards by now had a lot of experience with the young lady’s outbursts and were experts in distinguishing anger and requests for help. So instead of helping her, they vanished.

As the guards fled the adjacent corridors, they noticed that a strange flag was waving majestically at the top of the highest tower of the Guild of Life and Death.

“But those are…” the words of a guard with a very sharp sight vanished in his throat.

Another patted him on the shoulder: “I don’t know what those are, but I know that from today for the whole week I’m on sick leave. Give my regards to the young lady for me.”

Big looked out of his study window, realizing that his whole guild was making too much noise.

“What the fuck is going on?” he murmured to himself as he searched the whole perimeter with his Divine Sense.

Suddenly, he sensed something on the tallest tower and dematerialized from his office.

Two attendants had already arrived up there, ready to pull down the flag, but Big immediately three-meter-high them down from the walls. Fortunately, they landed on a cart containing sacks of flour; their lives had been spared.

Looking at that flag made of panties sewn together and hearing her daughter’s screams, Big made a simple mental calculation. Circe’s screams were beast-like and seemed to come from beyond the grave.

With a flash of light, Big disappeared and decided to go on vacation a couple of days, fearing that his wife might involve him in the matter. He warned that if the women in his life asked for anything, he was on a secret mission on behalf of Cesar. If that old bastard hadn’t guaranteed for him, he would have threatened to carry on a civil revolution.

As everyone ran around in chaos, to avoid the young lady’s fury, a bright explosion filled the sky.

“Snowflake, what did you write with the firework powder I gave you? By now it should have exploded. I hope there isn’t anything that could give out our identity,” said Frankenstein worriedly.

“Quiet, everything under control,” laughed Snowflake.

But Frankenstein and Vlad did not know how much pride and arrogance could be in the heart of a Heavenly Star Tiger: Snowflake would never have been cowardly enough to hide a crime, indeed, he would have boasted of the success of that mission for the rest of his days.

Just then, the fireworks exploded in the sky, drawing at first incomprehensible lines; then, as the lines joined together, three clearly recognizable faces and letters became visible… a signature!

“LOS GATOS: VLAD, SNOW AND ABOVE ALL FRANKENSTEIN!”