The tailor dodged the mob that was either assembled or scuffled, and at the same time he scanned alarmingly at the towering watchtower in the distance, shrouded in night, from which anyone could easily overlook the large streets of the central city.

She wished she could avoid the watchful eyes of the marksmen, because the night riots and riots had brought the best of the Praetorian Guard to occupy the city's vantage points: on the one hand, to monitor the spread of the riots, and on the other hand, to look for clues to find the source of the chaos.

Clinging to the wall, the Tiffling spy carefully prepared herself. She doesn't have the agility of a half-demon kobold, and the closer she gets to the center, the more likely she is to be spotted using her spells, so she'll have to use some tools to help climb.

Tightening the belt containing the "Infernal Fangs", the tailor began to climb upwards. The wall is made entirely of stone, without many points of support. Even with the "iron claws" tied to the soles of the shoes for easy fixation, it is still quite laborious to climb up.

After climbing nearly thirty feet or so, the marble showed some signs of decay—the higher the building, the more severely affected by the imperial-wind and sand season—and some drunken fish grass leaves poked out of the crevices, which made it easier for the tailor to find a crevice to stand on.

The Tieflin spy cautiously looked inside over the edge of the battlement: two archers on the defensive earthen wall on the left, their backs to her, leaning forward, bows in their hands. The tailor did not hesitate, quickly concentrated, his eyes fixed on the dim area, and then drew his "purgatory fangs" and fired two crossbow arrows in quick succession with astonishing accuracy.

The first bolt stabbed one of the archers in the back of the neck, and the man collapsed silently on the battlement, while the second bolt slower hit the target, but with great force sank into the back of the second archer, who let out a dull cry and plunged into the dark alley below.

Below the tailor, at the top of a long stone staircase, was a gate to the palace of the Pharaoh, the de jure ruler of the Medici Empire. But for now, she was glad that because of the unrest, the Praetorian Guard did not have enough troops to defend each gate, and there was not even a single soldier on the inside of this gate.

"As long as this gate is opened, it basically means that the mission is completed," he walked down the stairs step by step, as if he was flying, and soon the tailor found a lever that could control the heavy iron latch, and as soon as the latch was opened, the iron oak gate that was nearly twenty feet high would open, "Even if the mob can't get in, this can escalate the conflict!"

The tailor stood on tiptoe and used her full body weight to help herself pull the lever, as the device was not designed to be operated by a single person, and it would be a fool's dream to pull the lever by herself if it weren't for the power bonus of her semi-purgatory bloodline.

"Looks like you need some help," a voice abruptly sounded behind the Tiffling spy, making her feel creepy and forcing her to give up the lever that was about to move, "It's okay, just help each other...... You'll have to do me a favor first, though. ”

Twisting around his waist, the tailor made a gesture with his right hand as he shot a crossbow arrow, releasing a fireball.

At this moment, she could no longer care about the possibility of using a spell to attract the black-robed mage stationed in the Pharaoh's palace, since the other party could sneak behind her silently, it was entirely possible to kill her easily.

But how could a devil earl be so amiable?

The bolt was caught by Kunini in the air, and before the fireball could leave Tieflin's grasp, it was hit with a "disenchantment", turning into a little spark and drifting into the air.

Cuonini's face emerged from the shadows, her crimson eyes stood out in the darkness of the night, and the tailor suddenly shuddered involuntarily - she recognized the identity of the Great Devil - the female spy Tieflin who had been lurking in the outpost of Bato naturally knew who her boss was, but she did not know that the Great Devil also had a hidden identity in Beit City.

"Adult ......"

Dressed in a disgraced look, the tailor wanted to delay for some time. She had an extra bone blade in her hand, not to fend off Kunini, but to poke herself hard.

"For the glory of the Lord, answer my call!"

This bone blade is called "Blood Money", one foot and three inches long, and the whole body is ground from the limbs of the Temptation Demon Clicera, and the blade is wrapped with the abyss demon iron produced in the Molten Iron Lake of the Wanyuan Plain. It is not only a weapon for self-defense, but also a ceremonial dagger with many magical effects attached to it.

In addition to the chaotic power caused by the riots in Bait City tonight, most of the remaining "leftovers" were specially collected by the tailor and stored in this enchanted dagger.

Dipped in blood as a sacrifice, supplemented by the Demon Mark bestowed by the Worm Tyrant as a proof, the tailor can even directly summon the blood descendants of the Demon Lord of the Acid Mist Canyon Plane as his own arm temporarily.

"Our name is Calamity, because we do all kinds of evil, hahahaha!"

"We're called the Worm Pack, because we're numerous, hahahaha!"

"We are the calamity insect group, and we like to bully the weak the most, hahahaha!"

In the ears of mortals, it was just an ordinary "rustling" sound that disturbed people's hearts, but Kunini, as the Devil's Duke, understood the meaning of the abyssal language spoken by the monster in front of him in a strange accent.

He couldn't help but take a sip, its poisonous saliva corroded the stone floor into shallow pits, "The freaks bred by the bottomless abyss can always refresh the boundaries of my perception of 'lowly demons'," Kunini glanced at the Tifflin spy who was stopping the bleeding, "It seems that your master is probably similar to this one...... Bugger. ”

Before the Devil Earl could finish speaking, the force field cage that was suddenly activated instantly encircled the calamity insect group that had just appeared, and two or three light blue fireballs with extremely high temperature were obviously submerged into it, and an extremely violent explosion occurred instantly.

The ill-anews of the tailor's high hopes did not "end as soon as they appeared", and countless acid mist worms struggled to emerge from the flames, frantically gnawing at the barrier of the force field cage to find a way out for themselves.

"Kill him!"

"He has the stench of the devil on his body!"

"Kill this damn devil and let him know we're awesome!"

The Calamity Worms, who had crawled out of the force field cage and had most of their bodies charred, began to clamor again, and with the roar, their bodies began to swell, like a heartbeat, and a pale green acid mist continued to expel from their bodies.