When the priest heard the apostle's questioning, a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He never imagined that as an apostle of God, he would ask this question.

This seems to be a negation of the efforts he has made over the years.

What is the favorite of the Great Lord of Twilight, don't we believers know?

Thousands of years have been spent like this, and now the apostle is questioning.

You are an apostle of God.

A hint of anger suddenly rose in the priest's heart, but it was quickly suppressed.

"Apostle, what is wrong with offering God to the Lord of the Great Twilight?"

Ji Yan didn't say anything in the face of the priest's inquiry, but simply continued to ask him.

"Do you know what the great Lord's ambition is?"

The priest frowned, and could only reply stiffly: "The great Lord undoubtedly wants to drag the world into the twilight. ”

This is a doctrine that has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has been inscribed on stone tablets, and countless orders have adopted it as the first doctrine.

Different orders have different interpretations of this doctrine.

But the main one is that the Lord of Twilight wants to bring the world to ruin.

In their minds, twilight is synonymous with decay, destruction, decay.

"What if you're wrong?"

"The Great Lord of Twilight may not have meant that."

When the priest heard this, he was shocked, and he saw that the apostle seemed to be at odds with his own ideas, so he looked at the figure in front of him with wary eyes.

As for misinterpretation, he believed in the Lord of Twilight for most of his life, and studied his teachings for most of his life.

Whether it was the incarnation of the Lord of Dusk before, or the rectification of the Order after that, he could say it clearly.

The Great One wants to drag the world into decay and destruction.

No one!

No one knows the Lord of Dusk better than him!

Even if this was the apostle, he could not defile the faith in his heart.

"The apostle laughed, looking at thousands of years ago, the great Lord did not want to drag the world into the twilight."

The priest's words were alienated, and he did not consider the faith he had held for many years wrong.

"The Great Lord of Twilight wants to drag the world into twilight because he makes it his collection."

"And you want to damage it, and you are undoubtedly angry with Him!"

There seemed to be a hint of anger in the apostle's voice.

And the priest was even more shocked.

This kind of statement is a heresy!

Why would the Great Lord of Twilight approve of such a person?

He was still able to exercise restraint against the apostles because of his status recognized by the Lord of Dusk.

The Lord of the Twilight is so merciful to the believers that he can tolerate such a person becoming an apostle.

But the fact that the apostle had His approval did not mean that he could understand the greatness of the Lord of Dusk.

Only these believers can truly understand the meaning.

The priest's tears seemed to overflow again, and he continued to sing the praises of the great being in his heart.

"Lord Apostle, it seems that we have to be separated."

He said with a twist, no longer with the respect he had before.

Even if the Lord of Twilight could tolerate the existence of heresy, he could not.

"Respectively?"

"The Holy Son has not yet been rescued, so how can we talk about the difference."

There seemed to be a few chuckles in the apostle's words.

"Although I do not like to be with you, the Son is in critical condition, and as an apostle, I must also go to the rescue."

The priest looked at him for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing that the rain seemed to be a little lighter, he said in a deep voice.

"Tomorrow, five o'clock in the evening."

"Kapu Factory in the Slums."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yan lost his figure in front of his eyes.

Do you think I'm a heretic, and I can't even be an apostle?

Looking at the place where the priest disappeared, Ji Yan couldn't help laughing.

Is this priest the Lord of the Evening who believes in his own imaginary heart?

However, the Karp plant ......

Isn't that where Big Theo works?

……

Rogel was patrolling the streets at the moment.

Since the commander was reprimanded, the atmosphere in the secret department has become more and more eerie, and many of the servants who worked for him have disappeared one by one.

Only if your cronies go in will nothing happen.

Looking at the drizzling rain, Rogel sighed, he wanted to change places.

It's like this in the army, and when I came to the secret department, I still didn't get out of the way.

Although there are many resources, this is also what I have worked hard for, and it belongs to my share.

As he continued his aimless patrol, a dark shadow appeared from his field of vision and disappeared in an instant.

Then an envelope fell in front of his eyes.

Take it apart and take a look.

"Tomorrow, five o'clock in the evening."

"Kapu Factory in the Slums."

"There's a cult gathering?"

Rogel's eyes widened instantly, a little incredulous.

But thinking of that fleeting shadow, disappearing before even he could perceive it, this kind of strong man should not have come to entertain himself.

But it's useless for me, I'm just a small second-level clerk.

Why didn't this important piece of information be handed over directly to the chief.

In fact, Ji Yan also wanted to throw the letter directly at the door of the headquarters of the secret department, but he didn't know the address, so he could only find a random staff.

Cult groups gathered......

Rogel thought to himself with some distress that the Governor was looking for the cult now.

Let's just leave it to him first.

He hurried back to the headquarters, and as he was heading to the office, he happened to meet the chief's cronies.

"What's the matter?"

"Information from an informant."

Rogel did not directly say that the information suddenly fell in front of him, so the credibility is not high.

So I put it another way.

"Well, give it to me first."

"I'll go in and hand it over to the sir."

The cronie said with a smile, and Rogel thought of the temper tantrum of the governor recently, so he handed him the letter.

The cronies watched Rogel's figure go away, and then entered the empty office.

At this moment, the prefect is trying to arrest the escaped cultists outside the city.

The cronie sat in the chief's chair, squinted a little pleasantly, and then read the letter in his hand.

But as soon as he saw the first line of words, his face changed instantly, and his body sat up straight.

Then the cronies hurriedly looked down, and the more they watched, the more frightened they became.

Who is it!

The information was revealed!

The cronies' faces were cloudy, and the letters in their hands turned to ashes in an instant.

He remembered the clerk he had just had, and flipped through his file bag.

"Rogel ......"

With a twist of thought, he stepped out and commanded.

"Someone!"

"Call me Second Clerk Rogel."

……

Early the next morning.

The rain was still falling, but intermittently.

The streets have returned to bustling crowds, and the effects of the lockdown seem to have completely disappeared in just a few days.

Ji Yan opened the window, and a black shadow slipped in.

"Has the Secret Department been dispatched?"

The shadow shook his head, and Ji Yan frowned when he saw this.

Didn't anyone pay attention to that news?

Thinking of this, he silently stepped out of the house in a black robe.