At dusk, there was only a trace of sunset left in the western sky, the darkness was like fangs gnawing at the remaining light, and the sky with sharp teeth and broken neck erupted with a thick black color.

Gvasis, Coral City, Platform.

There are no passengers here, only a heavily guarded and well-guarded cordon.

Several groups of soldiers armed with sharp blades patrolled here, their eyes shining with essence, their faces calm, and a strong smell of blood emanating from their bodies.

There was no other noisy sound on the platform, only neat, inaudible footsteps.

These are the elites who have just been urgently transferred from the battlefield.

Passengers on the platform who wanted to take the steam train were driven away by the local administrators, just to welcome the big man who was about to arrive here.

In the distance, several figures walked over, and the soldiers patrolling here were allowed to let them go.

They are the major nobles of Coral City, and it can be said that they are a group of people who actually control the entire Coral City.

Even the people sent by the king are not very easy to do here, and they must be unanimously nodded and agreed.

But the nobleman, who usually even had his nostrils facing the sky, put on a smiling face today and lowered his head slightly.

All the nobles in Coral City understand that the people who are coming today, they definitely can't afford to mess with them.

A few moments later, another man arrived, but he and the nobles did not like each other, for he was the one sent by the king.

In the distance, the characteristic roar of a steam train can be heard.

A behemoth covered in mysterious runes slowly drove into the station, and a burst of white mist emerged, and then quickly dissipated.

This is the product of combining mystery with steam trains, which take a day to travel by ordinary train, and it can be reached in less than half a day.

The bishop, who got out of the car, looked at the behemoth and felt a little dazed in his heart.

From the imperial capital of the Ottoman Empire to a small country on the edge of the continent, it only takes half a day.

Even if the two cities are not too far apart, it will be a little difficult for him to cross this distance as a morning star, let alone an ordinary person.

But it is this amazing instrument that can send ordinary people thousands of miles away to the other side in a short time.

This caused a lot of unwarranted speculation in his mind.

If it develops to the future, there are more similar machines, which only need to be operated by ordinary people, and can accomplish many things that are impossible for warlocks to do, and even some machines can allow ordinary people to easily kill a warlock.

So what about the Warlock?

A warlock who has worked hard for many years can be killed by an ordinary person holding a machine in his hand, which is unbalanced in anyone's heart.

This is not his alarmism, but there is a real possibility.

After all, who would have thought that such a train would appear more than ten years ago.

Soon, he put an end to this conjecture, after all, the problem in front of him now is an evil god, and the future can only be said later.

And his heart is still pressed on his disciple, the God of Radiance, hoping to bless my disciple with safety.

On the other side, the group greeted the archbishop who got off the train, not begging for a relationship, but hoping that he would finish his errands and leave quickly.

After all, it is the rumored Huiyue powerhouse, if he is in a bad mood because of a trivial matter, and he lifts himself up, the family doesn't even dare to let go of a fart, so he can only bend over, accompanied by a smiling face and say that he killed well.

But the archbishop only glanced at it, then walked directly past them and walked out.

Those who had all their thoughts breathed a sigh of relief, and did not have any negative feelings because of the archbishop's contempt.

Only the people on the king's side were a little anxious, because the king's task was to make friends with each other, but in the face of this situation, there was nothing to be done.

……

The group of the Holy See came to the town of Mullin.

By this time, it had completely reduced to rubble, with only a few black smoke left.

The person beside the archbishop couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he looked at the tragic situation here.

"Did this be done by the cultists? Damn cultists! ”

He gritted his teeth, and there was a look of indignation in his eyes, as if he hated himself for being powerless in the face of this situation.

The archbishop lifted his eyelids lightly, and there was no sadness or joy in his white-gold eyes, and he stretched out his hand to stroke his gray beard.

"They didn't do it, and they ......"

He paused, as if he had found something in the ruins.

"There's a werewolf stench here, no human breath."

The bishop beside him was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, but it was impossible for the archbishop next to him to deceive himself, so he stepped forward to check, and a touch of surprise appeared on his face.

In the entire town, there is indeed not a single pure-blooded human, and all the corpses belong to werewolves!

"This, this ......"

The bishop was horrified that a foreign city had appeared in the kingdom of men, and the news was nothing less earth-shattering when it was revealed.

The compassion in his eyes instantly turned to disgust, and then a trace of anger appeared on his face.

The aliens have infiltrated the human kingdom and built a town here, and the local rulers have not even noticed it!

Whether they know it or not, none of them can escape!

At this moment, the nobles who were celebrating their escape had no idea that this was the last dinner party of their lives.

The archbishop's gaze did not linger long on the town, he looked at the mountain beside it.

Although the aura there had completely dissipated, he could still pick up clues from it.

"Let's go."

The archbishop instructed the crowd to keep up.

He took a step forward, and then the figure disappeared instantly, and by the time he reappeared, he was already halfway up the mountain to the entrance to the cave.

The people who accompanied him also followed, looked at the cave in front of him, and couldn't help but whisper.

"Is this the place of prophecy of the Bell?"

Walk through the narrow corridor to the altar.

The archbishop looked at the strange and strange patterns on it, his eyes were cold, and the entire altar directly turned into powder, and then dissipated in the middle of nowhere.

The cave suddenly became much emptyer.

He walked to the middle, then sat cross-legged, holding his breath.

The bishops also gathered around the archbishop, sat down cross-legged according to a certain pattern, and then bowed their heads in prayer.

For a while, it turned out to be no different from the evil god sacrifice not long ago.

It's just that one is dressed in a black robe and the other is dressed in a white robe.