Could Rebecca be their sacrifice? Griffith examined it with the Insight Crystal and his own modest inspiration, and found that she had good mental powers, but nothing out of the ordinary. The analysis of psionic ripples, physical and mental traits is a profound science, and Hormonwaltz has a three-semester course, which he cannot just look at and see.

All in all, bring Rebecca back to containment first, and then investigate carefully.

The mage tower was a mess, with police and city guards from the town and city walking around, as well as some clerks and citizens who came to run errands. Like the Church of Holy Grace, it is the stronghold of the Extraordinary, directly responsible for the affairs of the city and the port.

The Finnish sergeant major was exchanging search information with everyone in the lobby. The Hanami Festival is approaching, but so many things have happened, and the local security forces are a little stretched.

"Find a comfortable place for this young lady, I have something to ask her," Griffith beckoned to the sergeant major, "how about that Hamis you just caught?"

"It's certainly not an ordinary thing," Finnish pointed to the cell upstairs, "his wounds heal very quickly, but his rank is only Sequence 9, and there must be some secret of dark magic in him." ”

"We're going to be on guard," Griffith looked at the crowded mage tower, "where are the mages and ensigns?"

Amber was leaning on a chaise longue not far away eating a sandwich and muttered:

"The garrison mage has gone to see off Councillor Milovan Neville, and the second lieutenant is at the municipal hospital to fetch the confession, and I will return to the Church of Grace in a moment, where I will be on duty. ”

"Did you interrogate that guy named Hamis?"

"Master Mage asked, and said that when he came back, he would ask you if you had been tortured inappropriately, and asked you to submit a report on how to obtain information about the cultists' dens," the Finnish sergeant major handed over a few pages of records from across the table, "and without asking anything, Khamis said at a loss which small city-state in the east he came from, a believer in the Creator, and a bunch of others." ”

Griffith took the record and flipped through it. The interrogation transcript is very simple.

In the absence of appropriate means, interrogations are subject to investigative rules, confessions are subject to procedure, and the first round of questioning is often merely a formality. The second round of interrogation will be very important, and the preparations must begin as soon as they are ready.

At such a critical time, the resident mage still has to see off the councilor?

"That's all, you're interrogating together?"

"The resident mage and I took notes," said Finn, "and halfway through Khamis began to vomit blood, and I went to call the doctor, went out for two minutes, and came back without asking anything more." The garrison mage said that this was just a waste of time, and asked the second lieutenant to adjust the confession. ”

Kindness...... Griffith was silent for a moment, then sat down next to Amber as she was having dinner, and looked at her with unfocused eyes.

"Eat?" Miss Probationary Investigator looked at Griffith, then at the half-bitten sandwich in her hand.

"What kind of person is Congressman Milovan Neville?" asked Griffith, thoughtfully.

"What do you want to say~ An old man, who said that he was Sequence 6 and knew our principal, but he looked old and weak," Amber said as he rubbed the tips of his hair, "He is just like the other mage masters, he is only interested in his own research and learning, and has collected many strange things, and the shelves are very large.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with him?"

"He's one of the passengers on the equinox, so how can he get involved," Griffith said, "and which department will be in charge of investigating him?"

"The Central Bureau of Investigation has a special department for the investigation of the Transcendental," Amber waved his hand, "don't think about it, his identity is not only a Sequence 6 Transcendent, he is also a well-known scholar, a noble councilor, and one of the noble figures of the kingdom, such a person will not have any connection with us grassroots." ”

I understand that. As long as Quarksol didn't ride him in the face, the big man might not come to his aid even if he saw the people of the equinox die.

Griffith nodded, "Why did the stationed mage go to see him off? He doesn't look like such a considerate person. ”

"Maybe I'm as curious as you are, and want to see if I can find some clues," Amber clapped her hands and stood up, "I'm going to the Church of Grace for the night shift, and I'll leave the Mage Tower here to you and the Sergeant Major." ”

......

Not long after Amber left, the wind began to blow outside the window.

"Is this coming?" said Finn and closed the door, "You can rest in the tower, do you need to talk to your family?"

Griffith wasn't very worried about the safety of the Iloti family. Dr. Zion had taught at Holmonwarts, and he was a scholar who could teach at Holmonwarts, if not as a combatant.

After a while, lightning suddenly streaked across the sky, and the wind crackled on the glass windows with the torrential rain.

Griffith went to walk around the interrogation room. The captive Khamis was horrified when he saw him, but kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Griffith began to use torture to extract confessions again, but with the presence of local extraordinaries and others, he did not dare to be abrupt.

"No gain!" said Finn leaning back in his rocking chair, "and the second lieutenant will bring in the elixir in a moment, and with a small sip, Khamis will remember the color of his underwear for the week." ”

Griffith nodded, took a sip of the cold water. The rain was getting heavier and heavier outside, and the astrologers hadn't said in the morning that there would be a thunderstorm today.

"Did Miss Rebecca say anything?"

"After a lot of talking, it looks quite honest," Finland nodded, "from the city-state of Petra in the east, the date of entry, family situation or something, but there is no evidence, and the luggage has been stolen." ”

Griffith gave Finland a deep look, poured two glasses of hot water, and asked for two more sandwiches, ready to ask for himself.

"Hey, hey, don't look at me like that!" Finnish shouted, "I think I'm very good, there is no torture or forced confession, the little girl seems to have said it voluntarily!"

The night sky suddenly lit up like day, and thunder and lightning vented their anger on the earth, almost splitting the earth.

Then, bursts of thunder rolled in, and lightning struck everyone's hearts as if it never stopped, making people shudder.

"There's something strange about this lightning," Griffith said out the window, looking at the rainy night, "how I feel like they're all in the same place." ”

"How is that possible," Finnish shook his head, "but I have never seen such terrible thunder and lightning this season. Our mage tower won't be demolished!"

The lightning and thunder that shook the earth and the mountains were followed by an even more violent downpour, and the sound of the rain was like a drumbeat, and even the people in the room did not know what they were saying.

"Stay alert," Griffith said, "all armed. I had a bad premonition. ”

......

After about a quarter of an hour, the rain gradually subsided.

Just as everyone was about to take advantage of the rain to weaken and leave, a terrifying thunder smashed open the door of the mage tower, and a two-meter-tall man walked in with his head held high.

He had short blond hair, a handsome and resolute face, and his eyes looked straight ahead, as if nothing in heaven and earth could shake his heart. The muscles of the burly body bulged one by one, and they were more upright and handsome than the perfect sculpture. Dozens of people in the mage's tower looked at him sideways, and the soldiers, clerks, and stranded civilians present looked at him with surprise, envy, or greed. Shocked, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

He didn't have any clothes!

Majestic male symbols and rock-like muscles advance through the crowd. The men were ashamed to avoid it.

His steady steps walked across the hardwood floor, making a rumbling roar that was as intimidating as the armoured horses of a man and a horse mounted on it.

Everyone looked at him and froze for a moment, wondering whether to blow the siren and rush up to take the man away.

In terms of muscles and body shape, it is clearly rigorously trained. With a resolute face like a soldier but an unusual demeanor, is he a soldier who has been traumatized on the battlefield? Griffith quickly mentally made a portrait of the naked man, classifying him as a mentally abnormal person.

Finnish looked at Griffith, then yelled at the man, "Hey, man, you look good, but you're worse than me." ”

The naked blonde man looked at Finland with a blank face, as if looking at a cutlet: "Where's Hamis?"

"What?"

"Tell me where Khamis is, immediately," the naked blonde man said with an irresistible majesty, and everyone present thought they had misheard.

"Stand still and put your hands up!!" Griffith shouted, a throwing gun already drawn and held in his hand.

Before he could finish speaking, the sergeant major suddenly let out a scream and flew out from him, smashing a table and chair with a "boom".

"Where's Hamis?" the strange man asked Griffith in a steady, majestic voice as he swept the sergeant major away.

The city defense troops present showed their weapons one after another. The blonde-haired cultist suddenly turned around and grasped a pillar, and with the force of both hands, the pillar and the hall trembled, shaking off countless dust and rubble.

"What are you going to do?!"

"Stop!"

There was a shout in the hall. Griffith didn't ask, and the armor-piercing spear burst out of his hand, nailing into the cultist man's chest. The giant man was knocked back two steps, but he turned a blind eye to the fatal serious injuries, and pulled the pillar directly from the ground with both hands.

"Wow-ahh A large piece of the second-floor floor, which had lost its support, collapsed directly.

"Attack!" Griffith roared, "Alarm sounded, we need backup!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the cultist had already waved the pillar in his hand and strode over. Everywhere they went, people, furniture, and floors were scattered, and screams continued one after another.

Griffith watched the giant man pounce, grabbed a bottle of secondary slowing potion and smashed it to the ground. The Cultist immediately fell into the slow effect.

His second throwing gun was already thrown. The blow pierced the cultist's waist and abdomen, but it still couldn't stop him.

Not only could it not be stopped, but this man only spurted a little black blood, which was not at all like the reaction of a human being hit by a heavy throwing gun.

This thing isn't a human! Is it a puppet!

Before Griffith could fire his third shot, a pillar whistled. He hurriedly dodged to the side, and with a slight delay, the cultist had already rushed out of the deceleration range and punched him.

"Bang!"

Griffith remembered the experience of being struck by the ghost of Elijah Rundilus at the ruins of the Whispering Forest. He felt his bones screaming all over his body, and flew straight out.

"Bang Bang!" "Meow ——!"

Before passers-by could see what was happening, several city guards were thrown out of the main entrance of the Mage Tower and fell headlong into the alley across the street, and several terrified wildcats screamed and jumped into the garbage cans on the side.

Passers-by from a street away could hear a crackling sound coming from the Mage Tower, followed by screams and cries for help, and a continuous stream of police whistles. Rebecca, the stranded populace, and hordes of city guards fled the gate in droves, like rats on a sinking ship.

The terrifying cultist strode toward the second-floor cell, dragging a tall soldier as a weapon. Everywhere he went, the city guards who stood in his way flew out like rag dolls.

"Stop, you bastard!" Finnish shouted angrily. He drooped one arm and held a heavy crossbow in the other, and yelled at the naked man.

"Stop, don't move, don't move, you, don't come, ah——!"

The cultist took a crossbow with his body, kicked the sergeant major away, and walked straight to the second floor without paying attention.

Griffith staggered out of the ground. He was sent flying seven or eight meters away, rolling on the ground several times before hitting the corner.

It hurts, it hurts! Griffith's mouth twitched in such pain, his bones were broken three or four times, and bruises and bruises were all over his body.

But he chased after him, and watched as the cultists came to the door of Khamis's cell.

"Come and save me, Lord Apostle," Khamis cried out from his cell, "here I am. ”

"You're Hamis?" the naked man, who was called an apostle, broke open the bars of the cell with his bare hands and carried Hamis out.

"That's right, Lord Apostle," the captured cultist wept gratefully, "I didn't expect it to bother you all. ”

"Believer Hamis," the naked man cupped Hamis's head with his broad palm, "the Creator thanks you for your service. ”

With a click, Hamis's head was twisted in a full circle in front of Griffith.

Griffith gritted his teeth not far away, pulled out the siren from his clothes and blew it vigorously.

"Tick ——!"

The shrill whistle broke the silence of the night, and a shout could be heard in the distance.

The cult apostle didn't care, his throat squirming, and then a round ball the size of an egg spat out of his mouth, stuffed it into Hamis's mouth, which he couldn't close, and threw it back into his cell.

After doing all this, the naked man turned around and walked downstairs, punching Griffith, who blocked his way and threw a third shot. The latter rolled down from the second floor like a ball and did not stop until it reached the entrance of the Mage Tower.

The cult apostle walked past the bloodied apprentice knight and walked outside without looking back.

With the sound of hurried horses' hooves, the Acting Ensign Skortz rode his horse and galloped from the corner of the street. He rode a handsome black war horse, clad in iron armor and holding a sword, roaring like a storm on the sea.

"Second Lieutenant, watch out for this man!" Griffith lay on the ground in the doorway, his mouth covered in blood pointing at the enemy who was slowly walking out of the mage tower, "his strength is amazing. ”

Skortz looked in amazement at the mess of the Mage's Tower, and then at Griffith, who was clad in double armor and his face was covered with blood, and drew his sword and shouted, "Raise your hands and kneel on your knees——!!"

The terrible cult apostle rushed towards the tall, iron-clad Ensign Skortz and gave him a head-on blow, which flew straight upside down and smashed against the wall behind him, simply fainting.

Hell, what kind of monster is this, the Sequence 6 Transcendent? Why isn't there a sign here?I need reinforcements, I need the Transcendental Commando, I need artillery, I need a fleet to take out this monster!

Griffith blew the whistle frantically, eager to call the entire sea area to the armed forces.

The cult apostle reached over and led the second lieutenant's horse and leaped forward. Immediately the horse stood up and jumped wildly in its place. His steely limbs quickly restrained the horse's madness, keeping it firmly under his crotch. Then, on his trembling steed, he cast his gaze at Griffith, who was blowing the whistle in a frenzy, his eyes as terrifying as the red moon of calamity.

He said stiffly in an emotionless voice:

"See you later, baby. ”

After saying this, the mysterious apostle clamped his legs and rode away on the second lieutenant's warhorse.

An earth-shattering explosion erupted from the upper level of the Mage Tower, and the entire spire was slashed away in the explosion. The overwhelming cloud of rubble and dust buried Griffith in it.