The night heron has been gone for a long time.

The clock had pointed to three o'clock in the morning, and a few hours earlier, it had been discovered that Chief Inquisitor Egger had fled, and to the horror of the congregation, Archbishop Heliface had not yet shown up after such a violent upheaval within the Church.

Two "Angels of Death" stood guard day and night in front of the archbishop's residence.

Immediately afterward, someone among the congregants recalled a very scary detail.

The last of them to meet the archbishop was Egger, who had fled Antigon, a week earlier.

At the time, Iger declared that the archbishop was in retreat to study ways to reseal the "pit" and not allow anyone to interfere with her work, and she had temporarily handed over the work of maintaining the internal affairs of the Church and the command line of the Mutant Defense Force to the chief inquisitor, who was trusted by the faithful.

But if Iger is a traitor......

No, it is absolutely impossible for a traitor to hurt the archbishop in the slightest.

The Archbishop was not only the founder of the Eclipse Cult, but also the spokesman of the "Father" in the real world, and she was the most powerful person in the Christians' senses, even the saints and the captain of the Inquisition were not worth mentioning in front of her.

She no longer belongs to the category of human beings, how can a mere mortal hurt her in the slightest?

But at the strong request of the majority of the congregants, the two "angels of death" who were guarding the archbishop's residence were finally moved, and they opened the door to the residence, but the congregants were greeted by an empty room.

An attentive cultist soon discovered that the tables and floors in the room were covered in dust, which undoubtedly indicated that the room had been dormant for some time.

There was a burnt candle on the desk in the bedroom of the residence.

Next to the candle were the teachings of the Eclipse Cult and a half-opened document documenting the vicissitudes of the "Mine".

The archbishop is gone.

There is nothing more terrified and desperate for the Church in a critical period of survival, and the reason why they are guarding this last line of defense day and night is precisely because they believe that the Archbishop will find a way to reseal the "pit" and lead them through this crisis, as it has done in the past.

Their struggle and sacrifice were to help the archbishop buy time.

But soon, the faithful had no time to argue about why the archbishop had left them behind and where he had gone, and the soldiers who had been guarding the outer line brought back a chilling piece of news.

The moon above their heads, mutated.

They claim that the full moon in the night sky has turned into a distorted and terrifying human face, as if it is watching them from another dimension.

This discovery drove many soldiers insane on the spot, either stabbing at their comrades in extreme insanity, or jumping from the walls and falling into the ferocious mutants.

After nearly ten minutes of chaos, the cultists finally realized that it was not the moon overhead that was wrong, but the cultists who claimed that the moon had mutated and saw terrifying faces in the night sky.

Those who survived the initial chaos did not get a moment of tranquility, and their bodies began to mutate at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Some of them fused with the psionic collector firearms in their hands, turning into mutants made of flesh and firearms; In some cases, their heads split apart, and their entire upper body became a wriggling mouth.

The mutant cultists lost consciousness completely, letting out a beast-like roar.

The "virus" spread rapidly among the cultists, and about a third of the people were transformed into twisted monsters in a very short period of time, with various forms and only vaguely human silhouettes.

The cultists had never seen such monsters before, and they looked like evil things that the gods had created out of evil tastes when they created humans.

The mutated cultists immediately launched an attack on the surviving cultists, and the defensive line that had been held out for nearly half a month under the attack of the "Mine" mutant collapsed in less than half an hour.

And Song Lan was woken up by a frantic whisper.

The first time he opened his eyes, he saw a monster that was nearly three meters tall, had no neck, and had a human face on each of its left and right arms.

The owner of the hotel, and the cleaner they met on the ground floor.

The two men somehow glued together, the end of the arm that was almost hanging to the floor was not a human palm, but a stake of flesh that looked like barbs, blood spreading to its forearm, and the sharp stake was still stained with minced flesh.

The monster didn't speak, and its incessant whispering crossed the boundaries of space and went straight to Song Lan's brain.

Lu Xiang, who has always been extremely alert, woke up a little later than Song Lan this time, and when she opened her eyes, she vaguely saw that there seemed to be a huge creature at the door of the room that had turned into dust, and she calmed down, only to see a broken strip of cloth floating to the floor.

"What's wrong?"

After a while, she asked a little confused.

"The owner of this hotel is not very professional, and his 'father' temporarily called him for vocational training."

After those whispers stopped, Song Lan's mood finally calmed down.

He thinks he is a good-tempered person, and he always communicates with people in the spirit of everything to discuss in communication, but just now, under the influence of those whispers, the blood flow seems to be directly filling his heavenly spirit cover, so that he directly gave up communication and sent the hotel owner to a better place.

Looking downstairs through the window of their room, they noticed the chaotic scene of Antigan at the moment.

The streets are filled with an indescribable number of humanoid mutants, and the cultists caught by them often turn into a mist of blood that drifts through the night sky before they can scream, and the Angels of Death and the remaining guards of the Inquisition are fighting against these mutants, but their numbers are too small compared to the number of mutants.

Worse still, the mutation doesn't stop there.

Even the members of the Inquisition Guard were affected, and some of them suddenly lost their minds during the fight and became one of the mutants at a rate visible to the naked eye.

And in the midst of this hellish scene, the "hero" arrived as scheduled.

Drop silos came into sight like cannonballs, ray weapons and thermal cutting blades lighting up the darkness.

Several giant airships appeared in the sky above Antigan at some point, and the loudspeaker equipment of the airships was playing a warning from the leader of the Barossa Group:

"For your safety, the people of Antigon, and the faithful, please immediately lay down your weapons and take refuge in the nearest building."

The Iron Giants who were cast onto the battlefield sprang into action, their weapons destroying all mutants in their sight.

They were like experts on the battlefield, methodically handling armies of mutants that were many times larger than them.

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