In the face of the surging crowds, the Holy Guardians chose silence and avoidance.

One of the soldiers shouted: "Draw your sword, wind it up, don't let these mobs come, quick, quick......"

With a thud, he was hit the back of the head and fell to the ground.

Behind him, the deputy clapped his hands and said, "Oh no, the captain was knocked unconscious by the rocks in the chaos. Brethren, what shall we do?"

Nervousness and excitement enveloped the small team: "Ertou, we listen to you!"

"There are too many mobs, let's go protect the Holy Mosque!"

As soon as they heard that there was no need to have a hard top with the crowd, everyone's eyes lit up, and they picked up the guy and followed closely behind the deputy captain.

After taking two steps, a guy with a relatively low IQ asked stupidly, "Ertou'er, isn't this the way to the Holy Temple?"

The vice-captain smiled cheerfully: "Of course it is." But there were so many people, we were scattered, we were swept up by the crowd, and we didn't know where we were, did we?"

Everyone agreed in unison.

"Then what are you doing with me? Hurry up and strip off the clothes of this Guardian Saint Army, and go home and stay!"

"But, however, if we do so, wouldn't we ......?"

"Deserters, Brothers, we Holy Guardians are warriors who defend the Holy Lord and the sages, not lackeys of the old rascals!

The Bercas of the Holy Mosque are in a mess at the moment.

Big Burka and the two cardinals have already died heroically when the demons attacked the city, and they have not yet had time to appoint a new candidate for Big Bocka. So the Bokas, who were sub-districts of the four urban subdivisions of the east, west, south, and north, were studying the matter. Unexpectedly, the incident happened suddenly, and the four of them were caught off guard, and they had just recovered at this time.

Someone yelled, "Damn the witch, cut the line, or turn off the teleportation circle!"

"It's useless, the mission center has a lot of responsibility, it uses a separate line, unless it is a big Burka, no one can control it;

"Kill that witch!"

"It's useless to kill them, the matter has already been poked out, and now we have to disperse these mobs quickly!"

"How's the ruin garrison going?"

The asked Burka had a sinister smile on his face: "Fully prepared, the war puppet is also in place." Those who let the mob pass through the line of dereliction of duty will have to be cleaned up one by one afterwards! Burhan, what do you think?"

Burhan Burka in the Western District had been silent, and when he was questioned by his companions, he waited for a long time before he said slowly: "Listen to you, if the mob storms the ruins and goes to the black prison, will they be attacked?"

"Of course, the reputation and authority of the Holy Mosque will not be challenged by anyone!"

"What if the City Guard is involved?"

"That will subside faster!"

Burhan scoffed, "I mean, what if the City Guard were on the side of the mob?"

This sentence was immediately met with a fierce rebuttal: "Impossible, the City Guard is a dog raised by the city hall, the city hall has already come to lick our feet, how can their dogs ......"

"Don't forget that dogs can go crazy too!" Bulhan sneered, "I remember, there was a guy who risked his life to die with the aliens who attacked the city, it seems to be called something, Chabil is still Charil's, and his sister is also down there, right?"

The three of them shuddered.

The elder brother sacrificed for the city and was a city hero, but the younger sister became the plaything of the dignitaries.

Someone hurriedly said: "Then what do you say?"

"Use all the teleportation circles at our disposal to tell the citizens that those are fake, they are the illusion created by the demons who have invaded the communication control room beneath the ruins, in order to create chaos in the city and prepare for its large-scale invasion, and that these are extraordinary times, and everyone must unite and trust that the Holy Mosque can handle all the problems. As long as everyone remains calm, the Holy Mosque will send representatives of the citizens to the underground mission center in the ruins to investigate. ”

"That's ...... Okay?"

"Unless all those dirty, smelly madwomen are mute, or all die now, or you, guys, wait to be skinned and cramped by the angry City Guards and mobs. Burhan took a sip from his coffee cup and pushed open the window: "Behold, the first wave of mobs has rushed to the door. ”

Outside the window, the roar shook the sky, the arms were like a forest, and the roar of anger and tears of grief were like thunderstorms, sweeping away the gloom that enveloped Nehr.

The whole building trembled at the roar.

Burhan sighed, "This is a more terrifying power than all aliens and demons." Everyone, either we will completely suppress it, or we will die without a place to bury. There is no third way to go!"

Someone wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "But, fortunately, the little cubs of the City Guard did not participate." There's room for redemption, just do as you say, well, just do it......"

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly, an old and strong voice came from the communication circle.

"Citizens of Nehr, I am Abdul, the father of the city hero Mansour. I swear by the honour of my son and the grave of my fathers that what you have seen and heard, these most horrific and heinous crimes are all true!"

The four Burkas turned pale.

"In front of me, there is a battered girl who still retains a shred of sanity, she is the sister of the former city hero Charil Imutisari, yes, the name means sincere, yes, sincere. Her brother died for the city, and she herself was willing to give up her ordinary life to purify demons and unclean outsiders, and spent her life in an underground mission house that never saw the light of day.

"She came here with an incomparably noble dream, to this temple of the devil, and from then on she will never see the sun again! She has endured all kinds of inhuman tortures......" Abdul's voice choked up, and it seemed difficult to continue, and he had to take a few deep breaths and say loudly again: "She has endured all kinds of inhuman tortures that she refuses to give in, those damned, humanoid bastards in Burka's robes, who insulted her with the most disgusting and despicable poison, and then, fearing that she would escape, gouged out her eyes...... And again, she cut off her beautiful hands and made them into pen holders, and now, the symbol of sin, is right before your eyes, right before your eyes!"

A delicate pen holder made of a girl's delicate wattle is projected into the sunlight by magical images.

The city of Nehr, roaring like a tide.

At this moment, the headquarters of the City Guard is as silent as death.

There was a dull sound of glass breaking.

The puppet captain Serim smashes a cup.

He slowly stood up, his palms dripping blood, and he moved his palms, piece by piece, piece by piece, piece by piece to pull out the broken glass that had been pierced into the flesh, and threw it away, as if throwing away the corpse of an enemy.

The puppet members who had gathered spontaneously all stood up and waited for orders.

Selim's voice was low: "The city is ruled by humanoid demons. Puppet team, rearmament!"

An angry roar soared into the sky: "Yes, sir, obey!"