On the bluestone slab with the corrosive imprint, the black embers still have a little bit of temperature.

Surrounded by low, dilapidated houses, it was possible to see fragments of stones scattered all over the ground, as if they had been hit by something at high speed.

After losing the sense of the Son, the comfort in the hearts of the believers suddenly disappeared, and they did not know when they would be able to see each other again.

His spirit was on the verge of a breakdown, and a violent mood naturally arose.

The cultists are reckless in destroying everything they see.

It wasn't until the people of the Secret Division came that it stopped.

The man stood above the sky, looking down at the black embers with a gloomy gaze, and the cowering pauper on the side came into view.

His eyes moved slightly, and there was a sense of luck in his heart, but there was a moment of worry.

Fortunately, I came here in person, otherwise the news of the cultists would leak out, and the higher authorities would definitely hold themselves accountable.

But now there is only one cultist here.

Let the man really worry if there are more rats hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment when he relaxes.

A cold wind blew with a hint of coolness.

The black embers on the bluestone slabs were lifted in the wind and swept into the foul-smelling ditch next to it.

Its uneven surface, large and small passages, all indicate that the poor people themselves dug it with their own hands.

After all, no one in the slums is going to build them anything.

So most of the stuff is made by the people here.

The man glanced at the place, and didn't seem to notice anything unusual.

However, this kind of cult cannot be dealt with with by common sense.

They may well have looked like an ordinary groom, or a hawker somewhere shouting.

Normally, I don't see anything at all.

Only by tearing off the mask on his face can he discover the terrifying truth underneath.

The pauper looked at the uninvited guests who had broken into the place with fearful eyes, especially the figure suspended in the sky.

Most of them have only heard of mysterious legends, but have never seen real mysteries.

The man looked at him with the eyes that looked at him, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a sneer.

The poor people present seemed to be instantly pressed down by the power of a thousand jun.

They couldn't help but bend down, and some of the infirm even vomited blood and fell into a coma.

Seeing that no one dared to raise his head anymore, the man's depressed mood couldn't help but feel a little happier.

Then he said in a light tone: "You guys will search this area. ”

"Don't let go of any corner."

"As for the rest of ......"

"I don't need to say anything more."

The man's words were soft and calm, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

But everyone could faintly smell a frightening smell of blood from inside.

"Yes, sir!"

Soon most of the members of the Hidden Division disappeared into the low-rise complex.

However, a small number of people remained beside the man waiting for orders.

"You go report to the monitoring system."

"Just say ......"

"It was a spy from another country who was exposed, so he fled in a hurry."

The person who was pointed at by the man was a little stunned, and he froze in place for a moment when he heard this outrageous reason.

But he quickly reacted, without the slightest doubt, and decisively reported to the monitoring system according to the information given by the chief.

The man left here, and now he just hoped that nothing would go wrong with the decision-making level.

Although he is the Morning Star, and has his own jurisdiction.

But after all, it's just a part-time job for others, and if you don't enter that circle, you can only become a pawn that can be discarded.

……

Ji Yan stopped at the periphery of Baker Avenue at this moment.

He stared at the flowers blooming in front of the flower shop, and the familiar smell disappeared here.

Looking around, he could perceive keenly that the entire street seemed to be enveloped in a huge array.

This formation, which covers a huge area, gives Ji Yan a feeling that is somewhat similar to the mysterious academy of the Imperial University.

They all seem to be in another dimension.

Is it the address of a big force?

Ji Yan squinted his eyes, as if he could see the large array hidden in the void.

That familiar thing should have entered this big array.

That's why the breath suddenly disappeared.

Ji Yan looked at it twice again, and then planned to temporarily evacuate this street.

He withdrew his gaze, but his attention was drawn to a few figures in the crowd.

Those figures were old and young, and they were all dressed as civilians.

Simple and simple clothes, with a simple smile on his face.

They did a variety of things, negotiating with hawkers, wandering the streets alone, and even blending in with the Empire's staff.

But Ji Yan could recognize at a glance the temperament they carried that could not be concealed no matter what.

Cultist......

Ji Yan is really familiar with this.

But he never imagined that there would be cultists here.

And it doesn't look like it's a Order.

This must have been spies sent by several Order.

Ji Yan thought that there was a huge force here, and he kept speculating in his heart.

Are these people here to investigate this force?