The same situation occurs near the boundaries of the central city and at the junction of the south-eastern and south-western districts of Beit. There, the guards of the nobles and wealthy merchants of Beit also did their best to fend off the mob of the city that had been poisoned by demonic honey extract.

"They need some help," said the tailor, who was hiding in the shadows and watching the events unfold, emptied the copper kettle in his hand, and the last drop of demon honey extract emanated into the air, "If you want to do something well, sometimes you have to do it yourself. ”

She raised her beloved "purgatory fangs".

Ironically, as a servant of the Demon Lord, the Tiffling spy's weapon has a Barto-esque name - but that doesn't detract from its sophistication.

With a slight tweaking of the crosshair, the delicate enchanted crossbow latched onto its target with the help of a spell effect, and with a slight pull of the trigger, the bolts filled in the firing slot shot out without a sound under the help of a hundred steel strings.

The vicious crossbow bolt pierced through the victim's eye, easily taking the life of a noble captain of the guard, and at the same time, the banner with the "Viper and Bush" pattern behind him was stained with a lot of red and white things, which looked quite disgusting.

“...... Captain," the guard standing beside the dead captain was stunned for a moment, then became furious, and shouted to the others in a hoarse voice, "The mob has forbidden weapons...... Slaughter them! in the name of the Eternal Blazing Sun!"

Shouting "Eternal Blazing Sun" in the dark night is somewhat confusing. But the guards who heard the shouts chose to follow the advice—after all, the crossbow bolt stuck in the eyes of the dead captain of the guard was not worth it—and they drew their weapons one after another.

"Knock them down!"

I don't know which side shouted the slogan first, and the angry mob and the guards of the aristocratic merchants attacked each other from both ends of the alley. Saliva splattered from their mouths and splashed on each other's faces, and the two groups of people were coerced together.

When blood becomes cheap, then the fear of death becomes light. The scythe slices through the flesh in exchange for a dagger into the shoulder blade, and a slap to the cheek that threatens to get a blow to the groin. Bloodshed and serious injuries bring fear, but soon that fear is replaced by hatred.

To be sure, the mob must have shed more blood than hired guards who had been trained to the point of stabbing for years. Coupled with the disparity in weapons and armor, even in an irrepressible state of rage, the citydwellers still fell in pools of blood like wheat in the fields during the harvest season.

"These idiots!"

Since returning from the lagoon, the Speaker of the Obsidian Council, Kunini, has been keeping a close eye on the situation in the city of Beit. Although as a devil count, he doesn't care about the lives of mortals, but whether it is public or private, he can't ignore it after seeing the traces of demons appear in the capital of Medici.

In his plan, everything in Beit City belongs to its own basic plate. It is all up to him to drag the Ash Plane into the Nine Prisons of Bartow one day, to get rid of the embarrassing rank of Count of the Devil and obtain a new path to promotion.

How could he not be in a hurry?

You know, if any Bartzu is making a plan, if a demon appears in the plan, even if he has confidence in his intelligence, he will do everything to eliminate this variable.

Because if they had enough intelligence, they would certainly not try to speculate on what the demons of chaotic nature have in mind, let alone find ways to take advantage of the inherently uncertain factor of demons.

If he is not capable enough to get rid of the demon's influence, Batzu will decisively choose to give up.

But Kunini couldn't give up. Therefore, even if he sensed that the demon lord of a certain level of the bottomless abyss might be causing this turmoil, he still had to bite the bullet and find a way to solve the other party.

"We must stop the chaos from spreading," the Devil Earl with a bright head immediately thought of the key to breaking the situation, and with the knowledge in his head, he realized that the other party might want the incarnation to come, so he sent someone to cause a riot in the city of Beit: "Flesh sacrifices, soul sacrifices, panic emotions, chaotic atmosphere...... Damn, there are so many 'materials' for the other side to choose from right now. ”

Like the perpetrators of the chaos, Kunini is hiding in the shadows of the city, analyzing the situation and telegraphing each member of the Obsidian Council through a spell to "restrain your guards and use blunt weapons against the mob, and ...... can knock them out"

At the same time, he is also trying to find a way to find the traces of the people who caused chaos.

Nothing can happen out of thin air, not even with the power of a demon lord, and it is impossible to affect mortals on the material plane without the help of any "medium".

And this "medium" may be some kind of demonic creation, it may be some kind of magic ritual, but the most likely is that there are demonic servants who make trouble from it - I have to admit that the one who knows the devil best will always be the devil.

"Rather than trying to deal with the demon once and for all, it is easier to find those servants who are loyal to him first, and second, as long as it can temporarily destroy the plan of the descent of the bottomless abyss," Count Devil Kunini quickly reacted as his mind flickered, "After all, I should not be the only one who should have a headache when there is a trace of a demon." ”

With this in mind, he set out to do his thing.

The figure shook slightly, and several identical figures appeared behind him, taking advantage of the darkness of the night. These "clones" conjured by the spell quickly departed and infiltrated the streets of Beit City.

They first searched the various areas where the mob was concentrated, either directly knocked unconscious, or used "mass sleep", dragging many city dwellers into the depths of the streets. Then, they used the devil's housekeeping skills and directly began to torture the souls of these "unlucky eggs".

With so many doppelgangers and the ability to read the images of the souls that came back through them, even with the power of the Count of the Devil, Kunini felt that his body and mind were beginning to become tired.

However, as the saying goes, "there is always a reward for paying", coupled with the right direction of effort, it only lasted for a while, and Kunini found a clue: among the more than one hundred and twenty mob "samples", the same figure appeared in the soul image of more than a dozen people, although they themselves may not have noticed anything, but it was enough to make a Batzu suspicious.

"It turned out to be her!"

After dissecting the last "sample", Kunini finally saw a soul image that recorded the profile of the "suspect", and he instantly recognized the identity of the "suspect", and he was outraged by it.

"New and old accounts must be settled today!"