Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 663 - 663 182

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Stare The monsters on the street came to a standstill, eerily standing on the street and looking upward as if the tremor originated from the sky.

When Lu Li pulled back the carriage curtain and saw this scene, he lifted his head as if he had understood something—the buildings of Inverted City reflected in the sky quietly climbed up the vine-like cracks, while the buildings on the ground remained unscathed.

The two cities were beginning to differ.

“Is the timing really accurate?” Lu Li asked again.

“Yes, of course!

I synchronized it with the church bell.” York, feeling uneasy, responded.

It could be that the timing was off, or it could be that it was too early.

Either way, they were late.

Ana realized the seriousness of the situation and urged the horse, “Speed up; we need to leave here immediately.”

The Centipede Monster responded with a screech and suddenly increased its speed several times, charging recklessly through the streets.

Ana ignored that it was not a real horse; the sudden acceleration caused the carriage to jolt up and down like a sailboat in a storm, and the people inside, caught off guard, huddled together.

Worse followed, as the fragile wooden structure of the carriage could not withstand the battering.

The wheel came apart in one of the bumps, tilting the carriage to one side, and metal rivets sparked on the cobblestone road.

The survivors huddled at the edge of the narrow carriage; their cries were masked by the screeching of the exposed friction.

Ana, who was only protecting Lu Li, made a split-second decision, scooped up Lu Li, and flew out of the carriage onto the back of the Centipede Monster.

Crack—

Another wheel flew off, a slight crackling sound of severing ties; the connection between the carriage and the Centipede Monster broke off.

However, before the carriage could be left behind, Ana’s invisible hand caught the survivors inside the carriage and pulled them back to her side, pressing them firmly onto the back of the Centipede Monster.

Their lightest wounds were bruises and swelling.

York had a gash over his forehead from the edge of the carriage, and among an elderly couple, the husband had pitifully dislocated his arm due to the jolting.

The only good news was their flying-like speed; perhaps in three or four minutes, they would reach the fifth district.

Ana no longer concealed her obscure aura, which spread unchecked, warding off any petty creatures that attempted to attack them.

Lu Li still held his head high, gazing intensely at the ceiling while on the back of the Centipede Monster.

Inverted City, like shattered glass strewn with cracks, buildings, streets, the cracks grew larger, shifting from serpents to vines, and then from vines to pythons.

Beyond that, a chilling darkness pulsed as if something was swarming within.

“The timing is right!”

York’s shout suddenly echoed through the whistling wind in their ears.

He squinted with his injured left eye and pointed towards one of the landmarks of Arlen Kingdom, the great clock of Saint Kartu Church.

The time on the clock, several dozen times larger than the grand clock itself, clearly pointed to 5:45.

But no one responded to him; all the survivors were waiting for the outcome amid anxiety and prayers.

And Lu Li was also captivated by the terrifying scene unfolding in Inverted City.

The presences surging from the depths of the fissures finally emerged—withered claws, countless, omnipresent withered claws emerged from beneath the cracks, like endlessly blooming corals.

A bloated, house-sized monster was entangled and torn apart by the withered claws.

All its struggles and attacks were futile, like bread being torn apart by hungry people.

Below on the streets, a corpulent figure stood frozen, its small eyes set between folds of fat filled with terror, as an invisible force tore its flesh piece by piece.

This scene was repeated on every street; the fissures in Inverted City ensnared the monsters on the streets, plunging the streets below into similar chaos.

They were like the humans from a few hours ago, unable to resist the assault of the withered claws.

Even entities that Ana had to handle cautiously appeared fragile and powerless in the midst of these claws.

“Ana, control the direction of the horse,” Lu Li suddenly said, looking up at a section of the sky speeding towards a fissure.

“Move one meter to the left.”

Ana bluntly manipulated the invisible hand, swinging the Centipede’s head, changing its direction, directing it toward a swarming group of corals waving withered claws nearby.

“Shift right half a meter; stay close to the left; avoid both sides; bypass those two figures.”

Calm words guided the centipede crawling rapidly on the street to avoid the places ravaged by withered claws, but suddenly, Lu Li fell silent.

“What’s wrong?” Anna asked, concerned.

“There’s no road ahead.”

Lu Li’s gaze broke away from Inverted City and looked ahead: An unobservable fissure stretched out in front of them.

Anna’s lips tightened, her breath fully released.

Seven or eight invisible hands grasped the centipede, lifting it onto the rooftop of a building, then flipping it over to another street block.

No sooner had they landed than a sound of collapsing buildings came from behind.

Reliant on Anna to escape calamity, Lu Li looked up again, the path before them was straight, leading directly to the Five O’Clock District.

Rumbling—

A tsunami-like roar came faintly from behind, and Lu Li turned back to see the sky collapsing.

Withered claws fell like a waterfall from the center of Inverted City, similar to ripples on a lake, billions of withered claws surged from the palace, sweeping toward the surroundings.

The claws that leaked through vaguely formed the half-body silhouette of a wheel, and the splashing ripples were getting closer, nearly devouring a street block every second.

The centipede, racing across the Five O’Clock District, was less than two hundred meters from the wide-open gate in the distance, but the thunderous roar had already

surged forward, completely engulfing their forms.

…

Standing in Royal City, towering like a giant, the ugly half-body silhouette formed by countless withered claws roared furiously at the sky.

“Gods are never beautiful.”

On a hill a few kilometers away, a priest murmured sadly.

“It’s just those beings who want to invade us, to deceive, to lure us, to become like us…”

This was not the deity he worshipped, but he could empathize with Its pain, Its powerlessness.

“Teacher, I don’t understand at whom It is angry,” said a young man beside him, puzzled.

As his words fell, the thick clouds over Royal City gradually dispersed, revealing the beautiful, vast stars in the deep sky.

But it was not a nightscape any astrologer knew, filled with strangeness and undeniable oppression, and it shimmered like fireflies, gathering towards each other, seemingly forming a pattern.

“Don’t look!”

The priest, terrified, dropped his head and stretched his hand to block his disciple’s eyes, but he was a step too slow.

The young man’s pupils reflected another eye formed by the vast galaxy, then gradually clouded, blurred—

The young man’s body began to melt, his eyeballs like sludge flowing from hollow sockets, his painful screams turning into muffled sobs as his vocal cords melted.

The priest, head bowed, stepped back, shoulders trembling, unable to bear the sight of his student’s miserable state.

The ferocious giant in the city no longer roared; a breeze blew across the plain, the giant in Royal City dissipated with the wind like ash, along with the screams echoing throughout the plain.

The priest fell to the ground, wailing, covering his face in agony.

“This is the enemy we face…”