Chapter Forty-Six: The New Master

After dawn, the morning sun rises.

But rarely, a glimmer of morning glow flew in, obscuring the sun.

Soon, the clouds became thicker and thicker, and the sky and the earth became dark.

The dim light made the atmosphere in Lin Cheng very depressing.

Lin Cheng, which was still full of vitality in the past, started from the temple in the center of the city to the edge of the city at this moment, and people's expressions were full of indescribable solemnity and boredom.

Even children who are not sensible are infected by the emotions of adults and become cautious.

Especially the big guys who are high up on weekdays.

At this time, they entered the temple with uneasy faces, waiting for news.

It is different from the 'escapist' Onuma.

The 'God of Forest City' is much more high-profile.

Not only was the temple built in the center of the city to be worshipped by the people, but the whole city was also filled with 'mystical' powers.

If it is said that in Yancheng, most people don't know about demons.

Then, in Lin City, most people have heard of similar things.

Of course, believing or not believing is a personal matter.

Call!

Molton, who stepped out of the car, looked at the still brightly lit temple in front of him, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Every time he came here, Morton did it.

Not only can it relieve his tension, but it can also make him calm down quickly.

But today is different!

The news obtained through a secret channel made Morton completely unable to calm down, and even, thinking of the content of the message, Morton became more and more uneasy.

Squeak, squeak!

Just as Morton was about to take a step, a series of brakes sounded behind him, followed by the sound of the car door opening.

A group of people with the same nervous and uneasy expressions stepped out of the car.

When Morton saw them, they saw Moulton too.

These people, who usually have a good relationship or are extremely bad, have no greetings or quarrels at this time.

After just one glance at each other, they walked towards the temple.

These people with extraordinary status in Lin City entered the temple unimpeded.

There, they saw more people who were similar to them.

Obviously, they weren't the first ones.

This situation made Morton more and more uneasy.

He raised his hand and pulled the tie, which was not too tight, and was pulled straight away, but Moulton, who usually pays great attention to his image, didn't pay attention to these at all.

He took a heavy breath, then walked towards the front and center of the crowd.

There, a well-dressed old man with a gentleman's cane was standing.

Although the only chair was behind the other party, the old man was still standing there with his back straight, his eyes squinting slightly, and his body had a completely different momentum from the people around him.

So much so that the other party stood in the crowd, and they were all so conspicuous!

Therefore, when Morton walked towards the other party, he was seen by everyone for the first time.

And then......

Caught everyone's attention.

Everyone guessed what Morton was trying to do.

Because that's exactly what they want to do, but they don't dare to do.

The difference in status level has already determined that even if they can enter the temple, they are still humble in front of this old man.

Moulton's identity is different.

Although Morton is still quite far from the status level of the old man, it is far more than the people around him.

To put it simply, the old man belongs to the first echelon in this group of people, Morton is the second echelon, and the rest are others.

"Mr. Hemaia, have you heard anything?"

Moulton lowered his voice and asked cautiously.

But even if the voice was lowered, in the front hall of the temple that was about to be, under the eyes of everyone, it was clearly heard.

"Message?"

"What's the news?"

Hermaia asked rhetorically without even opening his eyes.

The voice of the words was even more indistinct, like a whisper.

"It's news from Yancheng."

Morton replied in a low voice.

"What's the news in Yancheng?"

Hemaia continued to ask rhetorically.

Morton did not answer immediately, but after an obvious pause, he said in a more cautious tone: "It's about the defeat of His Majesty......"

Syllable!

Moulton was interrupted before he could finish his words.

The gentleman's staff in Hemaia's hand slapped Morton in the face hard.

Immediately, Moulton's cheeks were bruised and swollen, and his teeth were loosened for a while.

Morton covered his face and looked at Hemaia in bewilderment.

"What are you kidding?!"

"How can His Majesty be defeated!"

A squinting Hemaia roared loudly.

At this moment, the other party's eyes not only widened, but his expression became extremely hideous because of anger.

Moreover, Hemaia's words were not finished.

He shouted almost word for word.

"His Majesty is a true god!"

"How can a mortal defeat a god!"

"Some nonsense will make you lose your square inch!"

"You've disappointed Your Majesty!"

"Think about how disappointed you will be when Your Majesty returns and sees you now!"

"Or have you forgotten the favor of your crown?"

"Still ......"

"You have forgotten the majesty of your crown!"

In the impassioned words, when the last sentence is spoken, it is already gloomy.

Under these gloomy words, all the people in the hall subconsciously shivered.

The 'God of Forest City' is not a kind deity.

He's more about making people fearful than admiring.

In particular, those who let him down will be punished completely.

The thought of those punishments made these people even more afraid.

"How can we forget the favor of the crown!"

"The grace of the crown is even more in our hearts!"

"We will wait for the victorious return of His Majesty!"

"yes!"

"Victory for His Majesty is inevitable!"

"We have faith in the crown, not like some people!"

"Some people who enjoy the favor of the crown, but have a different heart!"

……

In a series of singing praises and praises, the words suddenly changed.

Targeting, hostility has been pointed at Moulton.

These people in the hall were never monolithic.

More often than not, they calculate and frame each other, taking pleasure in the death of their opponents.

Hemaya is one of the veterans.

Because of this, he is at the forefront of these people.

Hemaya cherishes his position very much, so anyone who threatens his position must be ruthlessly eliminated.

For example: Moulton.

The news of the defeat of the 'God of Forest City', Hemaya naturally knew about it, just as he knew the power of the gods.

Therefore, the 'God of Forest City' will be fine.

On such a premise, Hermeya doesn't mind doing something.

Looking at Moulton, who was besieged by everyone.

Hemaya sneered in his heart.

"Please, Lord Priestess, punish Moulton!"

Hemaia, who thought he was about the same time, shouted.

"Please, Lord Priestess, punish Moulton!"

"Please, Lord Priestess, punish Moulton!"

"Please, Lord Priestess, punish Moulton!"

……

One shout after another rang out from the crowd.

However, no one answered at all.

The shouts grew from high at first, to doubtful later, and the voice became weaker and weaker.

Hermeia frowned, and finally dared to make her way to the cloister of the antechamber—the deepest part of the temple that the men of them could reach.

From here, you can vaguely see the inner courtyard of the temple.

Hermaya's eyes widened as she looked out at the inner courtyard in the distance.

But nothing was found.

The inner courtyard is as bright and dazzling as ever.

Just as Hemaia was at a loss, a figure appeared.

As soon as the other party in priestly robes appeared, Hemaia immediately bowed and saluted.

"Lord Priest."

Hermaya said respectfully.

But the other party didn't pay attention to it at all, so he bypassed Hemaia and ran towards the outside of the hall.

"Priest, please wait, what's going on?"

Hermaya asked in a loud voice from behind.

But the other party didn't mean to answer at all, but ran faster and faster.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The priest, who had just stepped out of the hall, was shot and fell to the ground.

The sound of gunfire, blood, and corpses caused an uproar in the hall.

Especially when he saw a team of people rushing in, Hemaia rushed out and questioned the comer.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you know what this place is?"

"You ......"

Syllable!

A resounding slap in the face was slapped in Hemaya's face.

Not only did he interrupt Hemaia's words, but he also threw him to the ground.

"This is the temple."

"We're taking over here."

"Because, it is about to attract a new owner, the 2567 crown of the 'Death Bird'."

The leader of the team glanced at Hemaya, who had fallen to the ground, and then raised his head to look at the crowd, explaining and announcing it.

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