The arrival of the army did not take much time.

The city's unorganized and unarmed rioters were no match for Rune's army, and soon turned into street fighting after leaving a pile of mutilated corpses.

But they also became more and more frenzied, and their almost fatal gesture frightened the Rune soldiers and servants who entered the city, and the situation fell into a stalemate for a while.

The sky was a little gloomy in the chaos, and crimson was dyed from the edge of the sky to the whole sky.

Under the crimson moonlight of the newborn, spirituality grew and spread until it enveloped the entire city.

The corpses in the city were still growing, both Southlanders and Runnes, scarlet blood spilled on the ground, clinging to the edges of the loose upper and lower limbs, and the entire city seemed to be mixed with impurities and mud.

Little by little, the hazy moonlight encroached on the city of Lansana, and at the same time, little by little, it turned a thoroughly bright red, as if soaked in blood.

At the moment when the moonlight completely enveloped the entire city of Lansana, all the sounds seemed to disappear, the whole world seemed to fall silent, everyone subconsciously covered their ears, and the scarlet blood flowed between their fingers, but they couldn't stop the sharp whistling sound, and they lost all their thoughts.

The scream seemed to come from underground, from the corpses lying on the ground, and from everyone still alive in the city.

"Here we go."

Agnes didn't care about the blood coming out of her ears, and a faint gray-black mist emanated from her, as if merging into the scarlet moonlight. Her fingers gripped the hem of her shirt tightly, as if she were casually speaking to someone.

She didn't get a response from anyone, of course, but at least there were a few ripples spreading through the air.

Vincent left Lansana to protect the children, and during this time the people who were affected and controlled were scattered all over the city, except for Nightingale, who was here for the next thing.

She waited for more than a month in the city of Lansana and finally waited for this moment.

She possessed political literacy enough to judge the situation in the Paz Valley from the information passed on from the Rune newspapers, but at first she was not sure if the storm she expected would occur in Lansana.

But when she arrived in Lansana, she was almost immediately convinced that this was the epicenter of the next storm.

The growing tensions between the Runnes and the Southlanders, the intis and the Fenerportes, the rivalry between the Extraordinary, hatred, fear, and despair, all converged in the city.

If some conspirators want to stir up something, this is a powder keg that will blow up at the slightest moment; If the Rose School wanted to do something, the gloom here would be enough to be a breeding ground for something.

She knew every step of the way, but it wasn't something she could change, she could only prepare for the coming storm, even if the desire in her heart screamed as if it was going to burn her whole body out.

Maybe someday, someone will burn everything down, but this person will never be her.

For now, it is best to be able to maintain a semblance of calm, and any change is enough to collapse the foundation of the decaying edifice.

All she can do is use everything she can to make more people in this city survive.

Agnes stared at the fog that crept into the night sky and let go of the hand that held the hem of her clothes.

The filthy street floor rolled like a swamp of mud, as if something was about to emerge from the ground.

The corpse that lay on the ground staggered to its feet, stretching out its blood-stained claws to the living people around it.

Those Rune and Southern Continent people who were attacking each other just now showed horror on their faces, but they couldn't stop the abnormal changes that appeared on their bodies.

Reason disappeared in their eyes little by little, some of them who were originally ordinary people bent down and grew gray-black wolf hair, the corners of their mouths were grinning, and sticky saliva was constantly dripping, and some of their skin was dyed black, hard as steel.

They attacked each other uncontrollably, not caring if they were their companions or foes, and the scarlet blood dripped onto the ground and crept into the ground.

"Then it's time for us to get started." Agnes almost muttered.

With every person Angnes arranged in advance in the city as the center, the gray-black mist quickly seeped out, enveloping everyone who was still alive, and then gradually converged and connected, like an ocean that flooded the entire city.

The gray-black mist ran down the mouth, nose, wounds, and every crevice into the bodies of the still alive, with a strange deep and soft light; But at the same time, it flowed out of another crevice, bringing out a strange blood-red ooze.

Little by little, the mutations in those people were fading, but at the same time, they wailed uncontrollably, and their faces were twisted with pain.

The ethereal singing voice spread out with faint ripples in the next moment, and it was transmitted to everyone's ears with the help of gray and black, a cold sense of silence.

The pain on everyone's faces quickly faded, and then only a cold blank remained.

It seemed as if it was over, but the quagmire was tumbling harder and harder.

Agnes saw a stream of black, viscous liquid stab out of the plaza in the center of the city, stretching out and grabbing at her.

Where the arm passed, the gray-black mist rolled like a boil, leaving a blackened swelling on the arm, which became sluggish little by little.

Agnes watched indifferently as she grew sluggish but still drawing closer to her arm, invisible seeds growing within her, entwining her soul and body.

It was Agnes's own desires, the first time since her birth that she had been thoroughly indulged.

Deep streaks climbed up her cheeks, neck, and covered her entire body, and the whole person looked like a porcelain doll that had been shattered and put back together, but the cracks were like an abyss absorbing every ray of light.

Abundant power is born from the body, and the fog in the city is even thicker, like an illusory ocean.

Despite what was expected, the power of indulging this desire was still beyond expectations, and it seemed easier to use it to make a transfer.

But the tearing pain also crept up every part of the body, as if the whole body was collapsing, even if it was a body that had always been known for its tenacity and belonged to the "living corpse".

At the same time, a long-lost lightness also reappeared in my heart, and the pain born of long-term madness and suppressed innermost desires seemed to disappear, leaving only a kind of lightness, with a little chaos.

"Haha." An inexplicable laugh erupted from Agnes' throat.

Indescribable shapes, some things that were so transparent that they didn't seem to exist, and one after another different colors, the clear brilliance of endless knowledge reflected from behind her, and then quickly dyed with a strange pitch black.

In the darkness, there was a creepy rustling sound, and the black filaments were falling down, and gradually more and more.