Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

After Brand left.

On the spot.

Du Wei withdrew his gaze.

He turned his head to look behind, where a dark shadow stood in front of him, holding two daggers.

Creak...

The sound of a door opening.

Another unconscious Gascogne collapsed on the ground.

He had many wounds on his body.

Most of them were inflicted by Du Wei, Brand, the dark shadow, and the earlier Ryan Hamel.

Several against one.

Plus the confusion of the five senses, Du Wei pretended not to know and increased his strength.

Who could withstand that?

"The replication ability of the Golden Scales shouldn't be enough to copy the real mask."

Du Wei touched the mask on his face and took it off.

Of course, the Gascogne that Brand took away couldn't possibly be the real one; it was just a replica.

However.

The trick Du Wei played was done after the other party had fallen unconscious.

That is to say.

That replica would definitely not find out it was fake.

The purpose of doing this was very simple.

To dig a pit in advance for the Vanity Sect, so they wouldn't come looking for trouble with him later.

Besides, the creation of a god is no ordinary matter.

Given the style of the Vanity Sect, many people would probably die by the time, possibly pushing the world towards the brink of loss of control.

Although Du Wei didn't like this world.

He didn't want it to collapse just yet.

"At the least, I have to finish all my business."

"But how should I deal with Gascogne?"

"Although he's currently unconscious, it'll become troublesome to control him once he wakes up."

"I need to come up with a plan."

Du Wei didn't have an ounce of good feeling for Gascogne.

And.

Their conflict was essentially irreconcilable.

It was destined to end with the death of one party.

So, Du Wei thought for a moment, then took out his phone and called Kane.

The call connected quickly.

"Your Excellency, you finally sent a message. Have you joined the Vanity Sect now?"

One could tell that Kane's tone was very cautious on the other end of the line.

Du Wei spoke softly, "I have already left the Vanity Sect, and I'm currently in New York. I need some Holy Nails, the more the better."

Kane asked with confusion from the other end, "Your Excellency, you left the Vanity Sect? But didn't you just leave the church the day before yesterday? Has your purpose already been achieved?"

Du Wei said indifferently, "Yes, I didn't expect things to proceed so smoothly. Announce it for me, just say that I have resolved the misunderstanding with the church again."

Kane was taken aback, "I suppose I can do that, but you joined the Vanity Sect for just a day before leaving? That's much shorter than I thought. Don't they have any objections?"

Previously, it had been said that he would go undercover in the Vanity Sect.

Moreover, Lord Ferren was also inside.

Kane had always believed that His Excellency the Duke would have to stay undercover for a long time to achieve his purpose.

But unexpectedly.

Just one day?

Du Wei said calmly, "I declared my departure unilaterally. What do their opinions have to do with me? If they want to come to find me, then let them come."

"Besides, they will soon discover the surprise I've prepared for them, and they won't have the energy to bother me."

Not to mention that the Demon Spirit in the thirteenth mask was already gone, the Vanity Sect still needed to find suitable personnel and Demon Spirits.

The mere presence of the replica Gascogne would be enough to affect their plan.

On the other end of the phone.

Kane said helplessly, "All right, Your Excellency, since you say so, you must have your reasons."

"However, now that you are His Excellency the Duke, many religious organizations are aware of it."

"This might cause you some trouble."

Du Wei frowned and said, "What trouble?"

Kane replied, "Some believe that your strength is no longer at its peak, and they are eager to catch you, to study the secrets within you, and to understand the path to Armored Divinity Ascension."

"You must understand, this is a despairing world, and once those people see a straw of hope, they will cling to it even in death."

Du Wei laughed out loud, "If that's the case, then I'm actually looking forward to it."

Just as he was speaking,

suddenly, Du Wei's expression changed slightly, and the sound from his phone turned to crackling, as the signal was interrupted.

Above the densely clouded sky,

a thick bolt of lightning roared across the sky.

The surroundings instantly became a white expanse.

The rain fell even harder.

Du Wei turned to look behind him, but with Spirit Vision activated, he saw no abnormalities.

"No, it's down below."

As he spoke, he lowered his head.

Then he saw it.

Mixed with the rainwater below, through the muddy mess in a way beyond description, he saw a city moving beneath him.

And within it, a bus was driving towards him, followed by a floating building enveloped in black fog.

Du Wei, expressionless, hung up the phone and casually pocketed his mobile.

"Could my luck actually be this bad?"

He began to question his life.

Du Wei dared not hesitate.

He immediately took out the painting and entered it with the unconscious Gascogne.

Everything at the site returned to calm.

Only now, within the city's reflection below, the bus and Horror House, having lost their target, did not initiate another form of confrontation as before.

Instead, they seemed to reach an agreement.

The two horrendous Strangeness forcibly dragged the city's reflection upwards.

The downpour intensified.

Starting from the suburbs of New York, the brooding sky grew darker and darker, and the light plummeted.

...

In downtown New York.

Some pedestrians, carrying umbrellas, were out and about.

On the road, various vehicles were driving.

At that moment,

Tom and Father Tony were driving to Yard City, to meet a high-ranking woman of the Voodoo Cult.

As the War God Combo from the Red Light District,

they had enough confidence and strength to face all this.

In the car,

Tom smoked a cigarette while driving and said, "Du Wei? He's nothing special. My good brother is tough, sure, but to be honest, I think he's still a bit behind me."

"He just doesn't understand women."

"Look at our War God Combo from the Red Light District. The two of us step in, and we can bed the entire Voodoo Cult."

"If it were him, could he manage that?"

Sitting in the passenger seat and also smoking, Father Tony boasted, "Definitely not, that's why it has to be the two of us."

"It's just that my conscience feels a bit uneasy. Do you think we are too scummy?"

Tom scoffed, "You talk as if we weren't scummy before. Don't doubt it; we are scumbags, but what does that matter?"

"Isn't freeloading fun?"

Father Tony, ashamed, said, "It's indeed fun, but my conscience is troubled since I am a priest, after all. When will we stop doing this?"

Tom exhaled a smoke ring, "When we're no longer capable, we'll naturally stop."

As they talked, Tom drove off from New York City, entering the highway towards Yard City.

And just two minutes after they left,

the downpour intensified even more...

The whole of New York seemed to be under frosted glass, faintly showing a double image phenomenon.