Everything happened in an instant.

Three Annihilators disguised as priests of the Church of the Dead launched a surprise attack, surrounded by black-clad guards who came to their aid, and a dozen sewage center staff and guards fought each other, all at about the same time.

A shocking fact shows that the entire sewage treatment center has long been completely eroded and replaced.

No wonder the sewage sedimentation tanks and pipes everywhere are non-polluting, and the "elements" that escape through the sewers seem to have evaporated - they have already nested, right under the noses of the city-state authorities and the church.

But there are countless mysteries, why can the Annihilation Cultists who follow the Dark Lord call on the name of the God of Death? How can those "fakes" disguised as employees of the processing center hide their perceptions? Where do the real employees go here?

But reality didn't give Agatha much time to think and deduce all this.

The dark breath of the dark of the ghostly hound's corrosive and impactful roared in, and the filthy energy mass almost grazed Agatha's hair and flew backwards, breaking through a pillar next to the sedimentation tank in the blink of an eye, and the spiritual erosion released by the soot jellyfish continued to attack her thoughts, making her movements slow and slow, and the pale woman who lived in symbiosis with the cat-like demon raised her finger from afar, and countless criss-crossing blood marks appeared around Agatha in an instant—a piece of her clothes brushed against those blood stains, The clothes in the intersections were instantly broken down into dust.

This is a premeditated trap, so is it any wonder that these heretics have gathered here to be "examined" - they are ready to kill the gatekeepers of the church?

"Whimsical."

Agatha said lightly, her cane tapping the ground.

The slight bump between the end of the staff and the ground made a loud thunderous sound, and then layers of illusory ripples spread from the end of the cane to all sides, and in an instant, everything around it was quiet, and the entire space around the sedimentation tank fell into darkness, and everything that came into view was dyed gray and pitch black, and the black-clad guards and "fakes" who were fighting stood still out of thin air, and only a pale glow spilled into the room from the distant doors and windows, and the cracks that appeared on the roof at some point, Let everything as far as the eye can see presents a shadowy appearance.

In the spirit realm, Agatha held her eyeball in her left hand and "looked" at the three Annihilationists not far away, who were also at a standstill.

Beside them, the symbiotic demons were covered with black flames, and in the black, white, and gray world, the flames burned silently, and the smoke rose slowly like a slow-motion picture.

Agatha lifted her staff and flicked it through the air.

The pale and dark space shook suddenly, and the projections of the black-clad guards who were fighting disappeared into the spirit realm in an instant, and she raised her left hand, and only the three Annihilation Cultists and a dozen or so distorted fakes of the "elements" behind them were left in the range of her eyeballs.

"Feast." Agatha whispered.

The beings in the spirit world were agitated, and the shadows that lurked in the cracks of the world were invited and approved by the gatekeepers, and in an instant, on the ground around the sedimentation tank, on the nearby walls, on the pipes, and even on the high roofs, countless shadows appeared on all the "surfaces"—those shadows were like a crowd of cheering people, or like a crowd of beasts, they gathered in groups, surging along the surface of all objects, flocking towards the enemies in Agatha's vision!

Everything as far as the eye could see was filled with surging shadows, a scene that made the scalp tingle, but Agatha just watched it all quietly, her right eye calmly open without the slightest mood swing, her left eye tightly closed, and in the palm of her left hand, the eyeball was constantly turning, staring at whatever wind and grass around her.

The surging shadows first surrounded the "fakes", and in the blink of an eye, they spread like a tidal wave to the fakes, and instantly swallowed and dissolved them, silently.

In the next second, the shadows rushed towards the three Annihilation Cultists and their symbiotic demons.

The shadowy demons sensed danger.

There was a strange clicking sound coming from the demons' bodies and the chains on their bodies, all gloomy

The flames on the demon's body suddenly trembled violently, and even the edges of the bodies of those Annihilation Cultists showed a strange tremor and void, and in this realm where everything was still, they actually struggled to "live"!

The young man who had lived in symbiosis with the soot jellyfish was the first to regain his mobility, and he suddenly broke free from the shackles of the spirit world, and the next second instinctively looked up in Agatha's direction.

At about the same time, the emaciated old man, who had lived in symbiosis with the hidden hound, also regained his mobility, and when he saw his companion's actions, he immediately shouted a warning: "Don't look at the gatekeeper!"

However, his reminder was a step too late—the young cultist had turned his gaze entirely to the "triangle" where Agatha stood.

Agatha raised her left hand and held her eyeball up as if she were going to offer it to the young cultist.

The heretic's eyes widened, and his eyes were fixed on the eyeball in Agatha's hand, as if his whole body had been drawn to it—he stared at it in distraction, even in fascination, and a quiet smile gradually appeared on his face.

It was as if at this moment, he had insight into the true meaning of life and death, and found the full meaning and answer of his life in this true meaning.

"Ah, how beautiful......"

He whispered, then smiled and slowly fell backwards, falling into the midst of the shadows that came like a tidal wave.

He and his ghostly demons were torn to shreds in an instant by the endless shadows.

But at the same time as the heretic fell, a strange scream came from not far away, and the fierce wind pressure approached from the right side, Agatha had to dodge slightly sideways, and with an invisible blade flying against her forehead, she turned her head to look in the direction where the attack came. The pale woman living in symbiosis with the feline-like demon screaming in this direction, her mouth opening like a twisted and torn alien, the blasphemous spell compressed into a short scream, and the next blade was rapidly taking shape.

On the other side, the Shadow Hound was ready for its next breath attack.

Agatha seemed to completely ignore the ghostly hound and the wizened old man behind her, and only raised her staff to point at the pale woman in front of her, who had begun to mutate like a demon, and at the same time raised her left hand high, holding her eyeball up again.

The pale woman subconsciously avoided the gaze of Agatha's eyeballs—but the next second she was greeted by a dull gunshot.

Agatha's cane spewed out a dazzling fire, and a large-caliber silver bullet shattered the pale woman's completely twisted and torn head.

In the next second, as the heretic's headless body fell and was engulfed in shadows, a gloomy breath containing a violently corrosive effect struck Agatha's back.

The black flames rose, the smoke filled the air, and the shock breath unleashed by the ghostly hound exploded behind the gatekeeper before quickly dissipating.

There was not a single scar left on Agatha's black coat.

She turned her head slowly, looking at the last remaining cultist, the emaciated old man.

The latter's eyes widened, his eyes full of astonishment and horror.

"I thought you dared to set a trap after investigating the information," Agatha looked at the last enemy calmly, "but judging by your expression, it doesn't seem to be like that—are you three just outcasts thrown out?"

The last cultist's eyes were filled with horror, and there was even more confusion in the horror.

Agatha noticed the change in the other man's eyes.

"Are you looking for this?" The young gatekeeper said calmly.

In the next second, she suddenly opened her mouth - a filthy, violently corrosive gloomy breath instantly formed in front of her, and with exactly the same momentum and trajectory as when she hit herself just now, she rushed towards the dark hound beside the thin old man!

Instinctively aware of the danger, the demon reacted almost instantly and dodged to the side, but the glowing breath that had been returned to the same path changed course like an eyed cannonball—it burrowed into the head of the Hound with incredible precision, and after a short delay, the demon was shattered into pieces.

The emaciated cultist who lived in symbiosis with the demon let out a scream in an instant, and even if he didn't receive any attacks on his body, he immediately curled up on the ground in pain, unable to get up.

Tides of shadows rushed to him in the blink of an eye, ready to continue the feast.

"Leave this to me," Agatha's voice rang out at this moment, and the sound of the cane pounding on the ground echoed all around, "Get out."

Shadows in all directions suddenly became agitated, and monstrous malice and chilling noises rolled like huge waves, invisibly impacting the entire space, and some shadows even faintly approached Agatha's direction.

Agatha's face didn't change, she just raised her cane and slammed it on the floor.

Another thunderous roar echoed through the space.

"Get out."

After a moment of silence and silence, all the shadows faded like a tide.