There were very few people to see in the passage leading inside, and Caesar guessed that the workers outside were not allowed to set foot here. And the aisles here are also unguarded, and there are no early warning devices such as surveillance. He speculated that it might be because of the unimportant stronghold, or maybe it was simply because he thought he was well hidden.

After a bit of fumbling, Caesar stopped in front of an iron door, the air filled with the familiar smell of blood. He silently approached the iron door, and the scythe burrowed through the crack in the iron door, bringing out the sound inside.

Stainless steel doors at least 10 centimeters thick make this room more like a prison cell than an office or storage room. From the outside, it was quiet inside, but Caesar heard it, and there was a very faint sound of breathing, faint as if he would die in the next moment.

Pressing down on the doubts in his heart, Caesar continued to move forward. The scythe catches up a lot of sounds on the other side, like a lot of people coming together. He followed the sound in the direction from which he had come gently, listening to what seemed to be the sutra being recited by them at the assembly.

The bell rang for the first time in the sky, and the first to come was the angel who held the flames, who would take the flames and weapons, and kill a quarter of them;

The bell rang in the sky for the second time, and the angel who ruled the storm came again, who would take the sky and the air, and kill a quarter of them;

The bell rang in the sky for the third time, this time the angel who ruled the earth, who would take the land and dwelling, and continue to kill a quarter of the people;

The bell rang in the sky for the fourth time, and the last to come was the angel who ruled the sea, who would take the sea and life, and kill the last quarter of the people;

The bell rang for the fifth time in the sky, and the angel who held the soul descended, and he drew all the souls of all people from their rotting bodies and ascended them into the sky for the final judgment;

The bell rings for the sixth time in the sky, and the final punishment will come, she will wave her wings, and all the angels will surround her. She will destroy all the sinful souls, and the punishment for the destruction of mankind will come down on the sinful souls until the sinful souls are completely destroyed;

The bell rang in the sky for the seventh time, and with the wave of her wings, she scattered all the angels, and the flames, the sky, the earth, and the sea reappeared, and the sheltered souls would return to the earth of rebirth......

Dozens or hundreds of people chanted the hymn together, and countless voices repeated it, striking Caesar's brain like a church bell. Kneading his brows, he was a little secretly frightened. The poems looked a little like the Great Judgment Day in the Magic Bible, but he knew that they were describing the story of the dragons, or more accurately, the twilight of the gods.

The history of the dragons is vast, and what humans know is only the tip of the iceberg, and what they know is pieced together from myths from all over the world and in different cultures. While this may be seen as a heresy of disrespect to God, most of the stories described in the Bible are the history of the dragons.

Caesar couldn't help but clench his guns, and his movements were more gentle. Being able to know such a history is enough to show that this Evening Bell Sect is not a third-rate organization that only knows what it is but does not know why, and such an organization makes him have to be cautious.

Halfway through, he suddenly turned back, since the people of the Evening Bell Sect were now busy reading the scriptures, then he could take advantage of the moment to find out the specific situation below. He was the first to return to the fine steel door, and to be able to trap it with an iron gate of this scale, the people inside might not be a simple character.

After fumbling around the iron door for a while, he found that the inside of the iron door was locked with bolts in all directions, and several keys were needed to open it. This locking method is very simple and crude, but it is also very practical, and it is a very advanced means of secrecy for such a small place where there is no monitoring and alarm.

For such a simple and crude security measure, Caesar naturally responded in the same simple and crude way. He pulled out the hunting knife Dick Tudo, which was strapped to his inner thigh, stabbed the snow-white blade into the crack in the door, and slashed through it.

Retracting Dick's push, he gently pulled the iron door outwards to avoid making a noise. The incomparably fishy smell rushed to his face, far stronger than the syrup in the black workshop before, and even if he was covered with clothes, it seemed to pour into his nostrils like a no-man's land.

Seeing through the cracks in the open door, Caesar regretted opening the door immensely. There is also a huge iron cage in the room, and the texture is the same as that of this door. And this thing guarded against in such a cage is naturally not a weak girl waiting to be rescued.

It was a humanoid monster, naked and revealing red scales covered in black blood. Thick iron nails pierced through its bloody palms and feet, and were hung in the air by chains thicker than its limbs. The chain was also inscribed with dragon script, and the entire cage and chains formed a pair of dragons...... At least it has an alchemy matrix that has a restraining effect on such a dragonized creature, and it suppresses Deadpool who is bound inside.

There is no doubt that this guy is one of the "raw materials" of the syrup, and the blood that is mixed into the syrup comes from it!

Closing the steel door that imprisoned the forbidden creatures and leaving them to be hidden, Caesar hurried to the rooms that had yet to be explored. He regretted his recklessness a little, he shouldn't have opened the door sooner. And now, he had to find more information before everyone could react.

A large number of scythes poured out of his realm, and the wind elves that inhabited his spirit quickly traveled back and forth in the subterranean space, assembling a map in his mind. Far away from the places where the believers were meeting, he began to recklessly break down the doors of the houses, searching for all information about the Evening Bell Sect.

Eventually, after breaking several locks on doors, such as believers' rooms or inconsequential warehouses, he found what looked like the principal's office. Racing against the clock, he stepped forward quickly and opened the cabinets where the papers were kept.

Perhaps for fear of leaving a foothold on the Internet, the Evening Bell Sect used paper materials, which made it easier for Caesar. Breaking the lock on the door, he found a document inside. After a brief look, it was a list full of names, and the style should be locals, and the heading at the top of the list indicated that these were "Asylum People".

Seeing this, he couldn't help but sneer, on the day of the Dragon Emperor's return, all life in this world was her enemy, and this "sheltered people" could only deceive these ordinary people who didn't understand the history of the Dragon Clan. But this list is obviously not for fun, and these people on it may have some other meaning.

After putting away the list, Caesar's face suddenly changed as he wanted to continue his search. The Weasel had been sent out to gather information to tell him that the Evening Bell Cult meeting was over, and that the nearly 100 people who had gathered there were about to return to their rooms, and then soon after, to his horror, found that someone had invaded.

There was no time to search carefully, so Caesar packed all the materials he could see and stuffed them into his bag. Then he stood silently beside a cabinet closest to the desk in the middle, a blind spot that allowed him to see the people coming in from outside for the first time. Dick Tydo reappeared in his hands. Soon, using some ancient breathing method, the frequency of his breathing and the sound of his heartbeat gradually dropped to the point where it was impossible to detect.

In this way, Caesar waited quietly, waiting for the footsteps approaching this way to step into the room. But the footsteps stopped at the doorway, and it was hard not to notice Caesar's violent way of breaking the locks. And the people outside probably already knew that the intruder was in the room, because the sound of that person's heartbeat and breathing had become as faint as Caesar's just now, like an assassin about to launch an assassination.

Caesar, who was also an Assassin, kept his breath and heartbeat weak, and he waited.

There was an exclamation from afar outside, and the group of people of the Evening Bell Sect finally found that their hidden stronghold had been warped, whether they would remember Caesar for a long time, anyway, their absolute confidence in their stronghold helped him a lot.

The commotion outside didn't dampen the silence, and the door to the room slowly opened with a loud noise. Caesar frowned slightly, he didn't make such a movement when he opened and closed the door, he could only say that it was deliberately done by someone outside, and its purpose was probably to hide some sound, such as ...... The chant of the spirit.

Through the hidden corners here, Caesar saw that there was no one outside the slowly opening door. But in his ears, no matter how inaudible it was, the footsteps and heartbeats of the invisible people could not hide from him.

The invisibility of the spirit is very troublesome, but unfortunately, he meets Caesar with a sickle.

Through the disguise of the spirit of words, the man silently stepped into his territory, skillfully checked some dead spots, and kept approaching this side. Caesar held Dick Tydo in his backhand and hid it in his sleeve.

This hunting knife made of top-notch alchemy technology can represent his identity to some extent, and its name is as honorable as Caesar's. But it's still a weapon after all, whether it's a dragon or a half-blood, this knife can easily break through their defenses, tearing through their bodies like crocodile fangs.

The hunter with what he thought was perfectly disguised searched for his prey unhurriedly, but unexpectedly, the beast that had discovered him early was opening its fangs and quietly waiting for him to throw himself into the net. So in such a hunting game, there was a dense sound of footsteps in the walkway outside.

"Pastor Jacob! The lock of the door of the room where the sacred beast was held was broken...... "A few believers broke into the place, looking empty, as if they had been ransacked.

Not missing such an opportunity, Caesar moved, and the crocodile, hidden in the depths of the waterhole, opened its fangs and bit fiercely at the hunter in front of it. Dick Tudo cut through the air, pulling a thin white line in the air, stabbing into the air like fangs.

The hunter who couldn't dodge, or didn't expect the hiding prey to dare to fight back, was unsuspected. Red blood splattered out of the air, and Caesar withdrew his hunting knife with some regret, his knife was aimed at the heart, but judging the position by the sound alone still made him a little off. But the man was so injured that he couldn't escape.

With a fierce kick in the air in front of him, kicking the man named Jacob far away, Caesar raised the desert eagle in the other hand, and fired a burst of fire at the door. The red mist exploded, and the believers who had rushed to ventilate the news fell limply to the ground.

The Desert Eagle turned its gun and fired a bullet into the air where a pounding heartbeat was heard. But to Caesar's surprise, the guy named Jacob also had two brushes that allowed him to dodge bullets from a mortal wound and such a distance.

Simply put away the desert eagle, the hunting knife slashed through the air, and Caesar slowly walked towards the air where the heartbeat was getting more and more intense. The spilled blood had stopped, and now he could smell blood in the air even when he wasn't using the scythe.

Then, to his surprise, the guy actually took the initiative, and he threw himself at the desk to the side, like there was some material that had to be disposed of.

Caesar naturally wouldn't let him get his wish, and his movements in good condition were faster than the seriously injured Jacob, but again he was unexpected...... That guy ran away!

Yes, Jacob's action at the desk was nothing more than a false shot, and while Caesar was attracted by his movements, he seemed to use some forbidden means to leave the wounded body in the opposite direction at a faster speed. By the time Caesar reacted, it was too late to catch up.

After a long time, Caesar's expression was extremely strange and pressed the call button of the earphone: "It's time to close the net......"

……

Caesar, the Kassel liaison point in Zimbabwe, finally changed out of the foul-smelling clothes after taking a shower, came to the side of the person in charge, Tig, with a relieved look.

"How?" After leaving the stronghold of the Church of the Evening Bell, he gave the list he had brought out of there to Tig and asked him to investigate.

"Well, I think these guys are more suitable for them than 'sheltered people', or institutions like drug rehabilitation centers or prisons." Tig shook his head and showed the computer screen in front of him to Caesar.

According to the information retrieved from the local police station, most of the so-called "asylum victims" have a bad record because of drug addiction. And a small number of them, probably lucky, have not been caught.

None of these guys had ever been exposed to Dragon Blood Sugar Syrup.

Caesar asked, "Have you found any of them to confirm it?" ”

Teague shook his head: "No, most of these guys have been declared dead or missing, it's all too common here." A small number of others left early and went to other places. But now it seems that these deaths, disappearances, or exodus are a bit strange. ”

"Use the syrup of dragon's blood to pick out a certain type of person, and then use some means to transfer it away?" Caesar touched his chin and pondered, "What about the believers?" Being able to be selected into that stronghold is something special about them, right? ”

"It's a pity that they're just ordinary people who have been brainwashed, just cannon fodder that the sect puts out to block guns when necessary." Tig continued to shake his head.

Caesar also had a headache, and the church was too cautious this evening bell. Even if he was disguised when he acted, the guy named Jacob probably recognized him, and the configuration of the Desert Eagle and the Alchemy Hunting Knife was too easy to recognize in the half-breed society, so that guy would run away at all costs. And when leaving, he also solved the Deadpool who was used as a "raw material" by the way.

Although it was impossible for such a dangerous creature to tell them more about the Evening Bell Sect, this sense of grievance still made him very unhappy. As for the clues left now, this is the only list.