The night is quieter.

The moonlight was hazy, and the river that ran through the imperial capital was rippling, scattering silver light like broken stars.

Most of the factories on both sides of the strait have been closed, but a few are still brightly lit.

Although the imperial capital was closed, it did not affect their work.

Workers shouted whistles in the factory, braving extremely high temperatures, to remove things from the red-hot blast furnaces, and then quickly pounded them to make them into the desired shape.

The crisp sound of hammering, the cacophony of workers, and the sound of tumbling and bubbling in the blast furnace could be heard far away in the silence of the night.

Outside the factory, a gauzy cloud rose at some point, and it was hazy and unrealistic.

After a while, several black figures appeared from the white mist.

They walked slowly along the street, watching the hot factory silent.

The group was dressed in black cloaks.

The wide brim of the hat obscures the upper part of the face, revealing only the lips that seem to be smiling underneath.

They didn't stop too long near the factory and continued on their way.

It took about half an hour to march.

The black-robed man at the head stopped, and the others also stopped behind him when they saw this.

The priest looked up at the dark and cold factory in front of him, full of loneliness and depression.

And the slightest hint of danger, as if there was a wild beast inhabiting it, ready to pounce and bite off the neck of the unsuspecting.

Then they walked slowly to the closed gates of the factory.

There seemed to be some dust on the handle of the door, and no one had bothered to wipe it, as if it hadn't been touched in days.

The priest stood in the doorway for a moment's silence, then spoke hoarsely.

"My dear brother."

"As a believer in the Lord of Supreme Dusk, I have come here to discuss important matters."

In the empty night, there was no sound echoing.

He controlled the sound and only transmitted it to the factory.

The moonlight grew brighter, but the surroundings became quieter.

The faintly audible noise disappeared at some point, and everything seemed to be muted.

The atmosphere also began to be a little heavy and oppressive.

Several disciples behind the priest could no longer suppress their body instincts and trembled slightly.

They were a little overwhelmed by this strange aura with their lower strength.

"Click, click, click."

Behind a group of people, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, which was particularly piercing.

It was as if every step was in his heart.

"My master is invited."

This voice sounded straight in the spirit, and it was distorted to a strange degree, as if it was not like a human sound.

But when they heard this, the priest and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you are willing to communicate, there is still something to talk about.

Then the priest and the congregation turned and thanked the somewhat stiff figure.

"Lord of Dusk, thank you very much for your master to meet us."

The figure ignored the priest's words, and then turned to go to the unknown.

Seeing this, the priest and his party hurried to follow him.

Along the way, they dodged various searches from the covert department and turned several alleys.

Just when his head was about to turn dizzy, the stiff figure finally stopped.

The two younger brothers guarding the door saw that after the leader went out, they brought back a few mysterious black-robed people, and they didn't dare to ask more, so they opened the door neatly.

Then he bowed and bowed his head to greet the leader.

Entering the house, and through the long hallway, they finally met the person who was going to be there by a window.

The priest was looking at the priest with a cold expression.

They smelled a murderous aura in the air, and this man seemed to dislike himself and the others.

But the priest was not alarmed, and this was normal.

If he greeted him with a smile on his face as soon as he came up, the priest would have to leave the place quickly.

Because they are all the same kind of people, they may not know what evil intentions are hidden in their hearts.

But in the face of such a believer who has almost lost his mind, the idea he proposes will be a king bomb.

No one can refuse.

"The Lord of Twilight is above."

"My dear brother, my purpose here is to form an alliance with you."

With a warm smile on his face and a look of sublime faith in his eyes, the priest said to the priest.

The priest ignored it, still staring indifferently at the priest who was performing.

"The situation is extremely critical now, and the Holy See is investigating everywhere."

"Countless believers have been murdered."

"More seriously, our revered Son is suffering."

"I'm so anxious about this that I can't get him out of the way right away."

"But my strength is humble, and taking them in front of me is tantamount to blocking the car with a mantis arm."

"So I hope that all the Dusk Order will put aside the rift between them and gather their strength."

The priest spat at the mouth, and his face was filled with grief-stricken expressions.

Sometimes he gritted his teeth, sometimes he cried bitterly.

As if that's what he thinks.

The black-robed priest directly skipped the nonsense in front of him, but he felt something about the last sentence.

He also knew very well that his current strength was not as good as Er'er, and he couldn't fight against the secret society, so this heretical idea was not bad.

Seeing that the black-robed priest seemed to be touched, the priest hurriedly increased his efforts and directly sacrificed Wang Fang.

"After the rescue of the revered Son."

"We will have the opportunity to ask the great Lord of Twilight to come to earth."

"At that time, your dreams and mine's dreams will come true."

The black-robed priest shuddered when he heard that the great Lord of Twilight had descended into the world.

That's exactly what he's after.

The great gods will lead the devout believers to drag the whole world into twilight and tranquility.

And he will also find a spiritual home in it.

A hoarse voice echoed through the room.

"Your proposal, I agreed."

"I'll make an alliance with you."

The priest's eyes lit up, and he seemed to want to say something more, but then the sound made him fall into an ice cave.

"But I don't believe you heretics."

"If you really want to ally with me......"

A gospel suddenly appeared in front of the priest's eyes, and the scar marks on it were so eye-catching, but when he smelled the smell of decay, his face changed instantly.

"You!!"

……

In the grandeur of the palace, a king sits on a throne.

His ice-blue tiger eyes seemed to be like an abyss, with unimaginable oppressive power, as if even his soul was about to be crushed.

There was an aura of indifference all over his body, as if he was like bronze.

"Your Majesty, after the blockade of the imperial capital, what should I do next?"

This is a small, intimate meeting.

When a minister saw that the emperor had not spoken for a long time, he emboldened himself and asked him about his plans for the future.

The emperor didn't realize it, his eyes looked into the distance, just thinking about something.

Seeing this, the minister had no choice but to step back for the time being, and wait for the emperor to come back to his senses before talking about this.

The icy blue of the tiger's eyes faded, revealing eyes as unfathomable as the sea.

At this moment, the momentum on his body seemed to be more gentle than before, with a touch of tolerance and love.

But even then, it's hard to breathe.

"Minister Melos, do you have anything to say?"

There seemed to be a reassuring power in the thick voice, which made several people no longer so nervous in front of them.

"Your Majesty, after the blockade of the imperial capital, what should I do next?"

"Now the whole emperor is panicking, they don't know what's going on, so do you want to give some explanation in tomorrow's newspaper."

"It's going to soothe people a little bit."

The Emperor said in a deep voice, "Just do as Minister Melos does." ”

"As for the reason......

He thought for a moment, then added.

"Let's report the princess."