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"Spread the city lord's order! Starting at nine o'clock tonight, the whole city will have a curfew! Martial law!

As the riders shouted loudly, the galloping unicorn galloped past, and passers-by in the streets hurriedly avoided the horses and riders for fear of being hit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Watching the rider's shouting and scolding gradually disappear on the street corner, old Dave threw a pickled kiwifruit into his mouth and chewed it vigorously, his eyes became more yin, and he was thinking about bad ideas.

"Boss, I finally managed to sneak into the city, and I actually got under martial law, what should I do?

"......" Dave didn't answer, but stared at the passers-by on the street with a somewhat lewd gaze.

A middle-aged woman dressed as a housewife noticed Dave's gaze, adjusted the basket in the crook of her arm with some caution, and then shook off the dirty, porter-dressed Dave with some contemptuous eyes, and walked away without looking back.

Looking at the round buttocks twisted under the thin dress, old Dave swallowed his saliva, wiped his bearded chin with some regret, and felt some regret in his heart, this time when they came in, their goal was to take advantage of the duke's departure, to do a good job, instead of tossing some nonsense under the peony flowers.

"Damn's ......" Thinking of this, the depressed old Dave cursed fiercely, and with a hook of his throat, a mouthful of thick phlegm flew to the ground, "I finally got the news from the intelligence dealer, the duke wants to celebrate the emperor's birthday, and if you continue to do this, you can simply break up!"

"So what's next?" Old Dave's accomplices didn't hesitate, for them outlaws who licked their blood, the ban was nothing. It's just that I'm afraid that as soon as the city ban comes out, there will be no chance to start at night.

However, these old Dave also took it into consideration, and he slightly calculated the strong strength of a dozen mid-level and high-level swordsmen and an intermediate mage in the thief group, and couldn't help but arouse a sneer.

Old Dave stood up and buttoned the tattered fishskin hat in his hand to his head, "We are all wanted criminals on the Duke's Palace, and after so many years, we were all destroyed by the new model army that went into the mountains to suppress bandits. New hatred and old hatred combined, since Evanian's little rabbit cub won't let us have a good time, then don't blame us for fighting with him!" Turning around and walking towards the depths of the alley where he fell, the figures of the group gradually became blurred, and the voice also became low, "Since there is no point in continuing to stay because of the rebels, then act in advance, it is troublesome to deal with a wagon of goods, but it is not a trip in vain......"

“...... Night...... Just wait until night......".

At dusk, in Evanian's previous life, people in an Eastern country thought it was a cursed moment, when all the ghosts and spirits rushed to the streets, and hundreds of ghosts walked at night, seducing the soul of the "moment of the devil".

For some reason, looking at the deep drunken red sky outside the window, Evanian suddenly remembered this allusion.

I couldn't help but want to complain that I had too much contact with my subculture, and Evanian was a little worried, the first few days of Ferdinand's departure seemed to be very peaceful, except for the further execution of the Crescent nobles, and because of the prisoner of the officer, the Southridge Legion outside the city caused a small stir, everything was normal.

But what Evan Ian is most worried about is precisely this kind of "normality".

Just because you don't find an "anomaly" doesn't mean you don't have an "anomaly", it's just that the "anomalies" hide themselves.

They were waiting for an opportunity—a moment of demonic encounter, waiting for a horn to sound, and they would rush out of their respective lurking dark corners, and when the demons would dance wildly, it would be really difficult for the Duke's Palace, which lacked a powerful and efficient suppression machine after Feldnan's departure, to deal with such a situation.

Therefore, Evan Ian did his best - taking advantage of the opportunity to search for the Crescent Rebellion and the Immortal Rebellion in the whole city, the military military officer directly belonging to Evan Ian and the White Crow worked together to repair the plank road, secretly cross the Chen Cang, and plow all the suspicious places well, and turn it upside down.

However, although the unimportant little horn se caught a lot, it didn't find the person he wanted to find the most.

From the perspective of an antagonist, the new commander of the church is an opponent to look forward to like Adehill, but in the current situation, it is difficult to make people laugh calmly.

Not to mention the people that Evanian cares about the most, the people who make the Corpse Golem.

These people are the people that Evan Ian really cares about, at first he thought that those corpse demons were the new fashions made by the nobles of the Crescent Moon, but after later evidence collection and search, he realized that the truth was far from that simple.

If the clues left by the church and the immortal species that had to shrink under his continuous suppression could still leave a faint outline in Evangel's heart, then this corpse golem that suddenly appeared was more like a group of path-finding horns that suddenly emerged from the fog.

Who the other party is, and what their purpose is, Evan Ian doesn't know anything.

No matter how strong the Church and the Immortals are, they are controllable, but for the threat in the fog, whether it is the emergence of a universal continuous enhanced mobile weapon system in the whole field, or a huge humanoid biological weapon used to fight against the Gospel Apostles, it is not surprising, in a sense, it is an existence that is more worrying than Schrödinger's cat box.

So instead of waiting for the other party to be ready, it is better to deliberately create negligence and lead the snake out of the hole-

At least that way, you can be prepared to deal with it.

Standing by the window of the bookstore on the third floor of the Duke's Palace, holding the black tea poured by Iofita, Evanian looked at the slowly setting dusk, and muttered silently in his heart-

"At the moment of the devil, when the devil is sealed......".

The corpses brought in from the outside were neatly arranged in a row in the mortuary of the church.

The dim and cold stone room was now lit with mourning lamps, and the demon-like feather lamps fluttered slowly above the coffin, and the bright light of the holy candle illuminated every detail of the corpse in the coffin.

The entrails of the mana-treated corpse were cut off and piled up haphazardly, the spleen and stomach were staggered, the broken intestines and ribs were mixed with the lobes of the lungs, colorful and disgusting, Kate just glanced at it, and couldn't help but want to close her eyes, cover her mouth, and pour her stomach up and down.

"Calm down, breathe slowly, don't hold your breath, and calm your mind. However, the paladin in front of Kate squatted calmly beside the corpse, and gently told Kate to concentrate on the body of the inquisitor who had been sent back by Evan Ian, and carefully examine the wounds and damage on the corpse.

"Judge Estes ......" Kate is not a recruit who has never seen corpses, and after a slight discomfort, she has also adapted to the terrifying scene in front of her, "You said before that you would see if you could find any signs of a corpse robber from the corpse golem...... What's the catch?"

"Uh-huh......" The long-haired woman lowered her head, and her bright silver hair was tied up in a bunch, falling down softly from her neck. Hearing Kate's words, she thought for a moment, then groaned and pulled her fingers out of the corpse's body.

Her slender and white fingertips were still dripping with embalming mixed with bile, but in the beautiful and strange scene, the most prominent thing was a small piece of black metal.

“...... It doesn't seem to have been rewarded, the people who handled the corpse were very old-fashioned, and the corpse was handled cleanly......"

Although he is also a woman, Estes who stands up is about a head taller than Kate, and as the highest-ranking presiding judge among the Sunhouse judges, Estes naturally has a force that is a superior person-

The momentum of no one else.

Then, looking at the bullet fragments in his hand, Estes's face became more and more scarlet with a smile on his face: "But I'm more interested in what you call Evan Ian than those guys in the ditch - and there seem to be a lot of good guys around him......"

"What kind of person can be recognized by Andrewson and Abel, I really want to see ......"

Ignoring the other subordinates around her, the tall woman stood with her waist crossed as if no one was around, smiled, and discarded the lead in her hand.

"But whoever he is, he will bow down to the glory of God and the iron heel of the judgment of Our Sunnah!"

Amid the woman's wanton laughter, Kate, along with the other inquisitors behind her, slowly leaned over, knelt down on one knee, and buried her head deeply.

"May the glory of the gods purify this filthy world!".

Night Se is like a fierce beast, slowly engulfing the city, in the belly of the giant beast people light candles, firefly-like lights are like a pair of eyes, in the dark, to the world under the night se, send a faint peeping. Because of the curfew, after 9 o'clock, the streets were soon filled with only patrolling sheriffs and soldiers, and even the assistants selected by the citizens were forbidden to travel.

As a small attendant at the train station, Rice yawned heavily and peered out through the electric light on the platform.

Noticing Rice's gaze, the New Model Army soldier, who happened to be patrolling by, reached out and knocked on the windowpane of the duty room, revealing a somewhat kind smile.

Through the window, Rice raised the cup in his hand: "Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?"

However, the unknown soldier only shook his head, then tightened his thick military coat, and seemed to look at the other two orderlies who were already asleep on the bed with the quilt behind Rice, frowned, and walked away.

Seeing the sentry's departing back, Les put down his cup with some regret and stood up.

Blood dripped from the sword drawn from under the table.

The small duty room has been tainted by the smell of human blood.