Nothing unusual was found in the entire house, except for the room where Brown Scott was last staying.

In fact, even the room that had been "polluted" with gray-black mud left no trace of the transcendent - aside from the visual shock of the strange mud substance, there was not the slightest supernatural power in the building.

Everything that is not earthly has left with the disappearance of Brown Scott.

On the first floor of the house, Garoni was still asleep, a tall, stone-skinned Senjin leaning against the corner of the sofa, sleeping in a calm and tranquil position, with a relaxed look on his face.

In her sleep, she was still a student of her teacher's school, still living a peaceful and normal life, and her erudite and kind teacher, who had just returned home after many years of travel, had recently returned home to tell her many, many things that were happening far away.

"If Heidi were here, she'd make some potions that would at least make this girl feel better when she comes to her senses," Maurice looked down at Garoni on the couch with a somewhat complicated expression, "I can see that she and Brown have a good relationship." ”

“…… The gloom will pass," Duncan said, silent for a moment, fumbling in his pocket, pulling out a small crystal pendant, which he put to his lips and whispered something, then shoved it into Garoni's hand, "Have a good dream, and everything will be fine." ”

Morris quietly watched Duncan's actions, and after a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak: "You still brought these pendants here?" ”

“…… Last time, I bought too much, and I really couldn't sell half a box left, and no one wanted to give it away," Duncan was expressionless (mainly blocked by bandages), and his tone was flat, "I just thought about giving it away when I had the opportunity to travel in the future...... Do you want one? ”

"No, thank you," said Morris, waving his hand quickly, "I'm not very suited to this kind of women's jewelry." ”

"Oh, yes."

……

The cold wind blew through the dark and dead alleys at night, and in the slight glow swept by the gas lamps at the intersection, Fanna's eyes were alert to the movements around her.

Alice stood beside her, looking around in a similar manner—but apparently she had no idea what Vana was paying attention to.

"It's quiet on the street, there's no one," probably because she wasn't used to this too silent and oppressive environment, Miss Doll finally couldn't help but speak, "Miss Vanna, what have you been looking at?" ”

Vanna's tone was calm: "Some kind of transcendent might appear, or a suspicious shadow that haunts that building, if any. ”

"Huh?" Alice was stunned, "Will there be?" ”

“…… What do you think Mr. Duncan is doing with us being out on standby? ”

Alice thought for a moment, "Don't you think I'm making trouble?" ”

Vanna: "...... You're right. ”

She found it difficult for her to explain to the solid head, so she simply didn't explain.

But she herself knows the point of being watched here.

There was a "replica" that had returned from the deep sea and had been in the city-state for many days, and that replica lived in the building not far away—it was impossible for the Annihilators who followed the Nether Lord to be unresponsive to this.

It may even be their hands and feet behind this.

Mr. Duncan and Mr. Morris went to investigate the inside of the house, and they were both investigating and seducing—could there be a cultist watching the place? Will the power that sent "Brown Scott" back change tonight? Will there be shadows in this alley? In the presence of an uninvited guest, can the shadow still sit?

Vanna controlled her breathing and heartbeat, reining in her breath and strength, and after making sure that there was still no movement in the streets, she allowed herself to hide in the shadows of the buildings once again.

Then she saw Alice next to her, who suddenly remembered something, leaned forward - then the doll raised her hand, held her head and shook it, pulled it off, and then held the wall with one hand, and held her head with the other, dangling in the corner of the wall to the outside.

Even the battle-hardened Inquisitor couldn't control the tremor of her eyeballs when she looked at this picture, and Fanna stared at her eyes and lowered her voice: "What are you doing?!" ”

Alice shook her head in the corner, and after hearing Fanna's voice, she quickly took her head back and said "poof" and went back, with an innocent face: "I'll look at the movement on the other side......"

"You ...... ahead of time if you have a plan like this next time" Vanna glared at the doll opposite, but swallowed back halfway through the sentence, waving her hand tiredly, "Forget it, don't care." ”

Alice looked uncertain, but as soon as she was about to speak, she seemed to feel something again, and couldn't help but glance outside: "Miss Vanna, I always feel ...... It seems that someone is nearby, but no one can be seen. ”

"Anyone nearby?" Vana instantly became alert, she did not relax at this time because Alice was usually unreliable, but immediately tensed her nerves, and asked in a low voice while sensing the surrounding breath, "What position?" ”

"Diagonally opposite, under that lamp," Alice whispered, even crouching on the ground to show her caution, while raising her hand to point out of the alleyway, "but I saw only the line, not the people." ”

Vana didn't react at first, just looked in the direction of Alice's finger, and after two seconds, she was suddenly stunned and looked back at Miss Doll: "Line? What line? ”

"As far as the thread on the human body is the one that everyone has, the kind that floats from the body to the sky," Alice said, gesturing, with a natural face, "there are ...... on the back of the head, and there are also on the hands and feet."

She paused abruptly and added, "Oh yes, Mr. Duncan doesn't have it on him—but he's Mr. Duncan, so it's normal......"

Alice spoke, her voice finally stopping with hesitation.

Sluggish as she was, she finally noticed the strange expression on Vanna's face.

“…… Can't you see? The puppet hesitated for a moment, and thought of the only explanation, "Well, then I won't laugh at you, the captain said that people's eyes are different......"

“…… I can't see it, but now isn't the time to say that," Vana Spirit, who suddenly came to her senses, forced her attention to the street lamp not far away, "Are those lines still there?" ”

She knows what to expect.

Alice could see invisible "threads" floating on humans, and she had always taken it for granted that this was normal, and others could see it, because it was so taken for granted that it had only been suddenly revealed by her casual remark - this may be her special power as Anomaly 099, or there may be a more complex and bizarre explanation behind it, but in any case, these things should not be studied now.

Someone is hiding nearby, and now he or they are out of sight of the puppet - it's all that matters.

"It's still there, and it's swaying slightly from side to side," Alice whispered as she glanced up at the streetlight diagonally opposite, but then frowned again, "Ah, how many are missing?" ”

"How many are missing?" Vanna's heart flickered in an instant, and in the next second, vigilance sparked in her heart, and the battle instinct honed over the years and the premonition of crisis given by the goddess exploded in her perception at the same time, making her suddenly look at a certain location in the depths of the alley.

In a strange shadow that the street lamp could not illuminate, the dark wriggling shadow suddenly appeared!

Almost instantly, a ghostly phantom emerged, followed by a deformed freak connected to the skeleton phantom by chains—

It was a man, or at least a man in the outline, but his body had long since twisted and swollen into a shocking state, his skin was charred and curled as if it had been burned by fire, his bones were disordered and proliferated, forming discontinuous bone plates on the surface of his body, sharp bone spurs poking out and extending on his back, like the remains of some kind of deep-sea monster, and where it should have been a face, only a hollow depression could be seen, and a dark red halo flashed inside.

With just one face, Vanna realized what it was—an annihilation priest who had achieved a deep symbiosis with the Demons and had "purified" her body to a very high degree.

The Annihilation Cultists regard their flesh and blood bodies as a prison created by the gods, and the way they pledge their allegiance to the Nether Lord is to constantly use demonic power to transform their bodies and "purify" their own forms, and this process will cause them to produce more and more demonic traits on their bodies, making them less and less like humans - the Oblivion Cultists who have been purified to a certain extent have mutated their limbs to the extent that they cannot return to their human form even with temporary transformation spells, and they can no longer operate in human society, so they can only rely on the support of the lower level cultists, But in return, they will also gain greater power and a stronger, more direct connection to the deep sea.

Sure enough, these cultists are staring at this place!

The thought crossed Vanna's mind, and at the same moment, her body was leaping into the air.

In order to operate in the city-state, she did not carry the blessed steel greatsword.

But for the loyal priest of the Storm Goddess, the "sword" was such an inconvenient thing.

The air was compressing, the water vapor was condensing, and the breath of the sea and the wind was instantly compressed into a sharp blade of ice in her hands—usable.

"Heresy!"

(End of chapter)