The shadowy clusters in the spirit realm subsided, and the cacophony and monstrous malice that permeated the space quickly dissipated.

Agatha raised her left hand and silently "watched" at the emaciated heretic who had fallen to the edge of the triangle, curled up in pain on the ground, the black chains extending from its body shattered, and the smoke rose from the shattered chains, weathering into dust one by one.

After the death of the symbiotic ghostly demon, the heretic's life will soon come to an end - but for now, at least, he has some questions to answer.

Although Agatha didn't quite expect the stubborn heresy to cooperate, she walked slowly over and stopped at the edge of the triangle, looking down at the dying cultist.

"You can completely erode and replace one piece of infrastructure, or even replace all the pastors, right under the nose of the church...... It surprised me," she said slowly, her voice mixed with a low echo from the catacomb, a dizzying voice that would weaken most people's wills, "How did you do that?" ”

The dying heretic struggled to raise his head, but only showed a sneering smile, and there was no fear on his thin face: "Guess? ”

Agatha was unmoved, "Your lair is in the Frost City, isn't it?" ”

"Ho......" The cultist's head trembled, and he braced himself so hard that he lay on his back on the pale ground, so as to meet Agatha's downward gaze, "Don't waste your efforts, what about the frost...... You can't find it...... When you find the sanctuary, it will be the day of our success, foolish priest......"

Agatha was expressionless, but gently lifted her cane and pointed it on the cultist's chest: "What the hell are you trying to do?" Polluting the city-state with so-called 'primitives'? Or is it a delusional attempt to replace the living in the city-state with 'fakes' that can't even stabilize itself? What is your connection to the forces of the deep sea? Is it related to the Abyss Project? ”

A pale flame ignited at the end of the cane, the flames scorched flesh and soul, and the great pain caused the cultist to convulse and spasm, but the heretic, who had fallen into fanaticism, only gritted the crown of his teeth and glared angrily at the gatekeeper in front of him, and only a creepy and strange laugh squeezed out from his clicking teeth: "Huh...... Scold...... The Promised ...... It's coming...... No one ...... No one can escape......"

Agatha finally frowned, and she slowly raised her arm, the cultist being picked into the air by her staff, and the pale flames burned the latter's distorted body from its long association with the ghostly demon, making it like a rag floating in the fire.

Her voice was cold, as if it were circling in a tomb: "Last question, you heretics...... Why is the name of the god of death named? ”

In the pale flames, a smile slowly bloomed on the face of the emaciated cultist, and he seemed to be particularly happy, and when he saw that the gatekeeper of the church was confused by this question, he even half of the pain caused by the "cremation" was half gone.

"The Dark Lord has brought revelation...... The finger of all the faiths in the world

It doesn't make a difference...... Those of us who have been inspired have long since crossed the so-called boundary...... Gatekeeper, what do you think is really the difference between your god and the Holy Lord? ”

Agatha's face changed instantly, and the cultist in front of her actually compared the Shadow Lord to the god of death, such blasphemous words made her angry, but the cultist showed the last smile of relief in the flames, and did not give her a chance to continue the interrogation, and swallowed his last breath, leaving only a small remnant of his body to quickly turn to ashes.

“…… The words of a madman, upside down. ”

Agatha's face was gloomy, and she slowly lowered her cane, the anger in her heart still there, but these emotions did not interfere with her normal thinking and judgment—after controlling the ups and downs of her emotions, she immediately began to think.

After removing the other party's final remarks comparing the Shadow Lord to the God of Death, this cultist from beginning to end has actually revealed a lot of information that can be speculated.

They do have a "lair" within Frost City, and they call this lair a "sanctuary", which means that it is indeed a place where rituals are held, which is consistent with what is known so far. The sanctuary was "hidden" in a special way, so it was extremely difficult to find, and the other party had just mentioned that when the sanctuary was found, it was when they succeeded...... Therefore, it is likely that the method of concealment of that place is related to the process of their "ritual", and the closer to the completion of the ritual, the more obvious its concealment becomes......

Is it because of the inevitable leakage of the ritual? Or is it because exposing the sanctuary is an essential part of the completion of the ritual?

The cultist also mentions that "the promised one is coming," which may correspond to the ultimate "prophecy" in their belief system, that the power of the Dark Lord will subvert the real world, and that the deep sea that was originally located in the deep part of the world will become a new "reality" - there should be no doubt that the mad Annihilators have always regarded the deep sea as their promised land.

But how will this process be achieved? Just by constantly putting "primitives" into the city-state? This is clearly not enough...... How can those "fakes" pollute the entire city-state if they can't even maintain their own stability for a long time?

Unless...... The Annihilators have a way to stabilize the "fakes" for a long time, they can create such an environment, or...... Transform Frost into such an environment......

Agatha frowned, quickly ended her thoughts, and looked around.

She was still in the spirit realm, her surroundings illuminated by the pale glow that spilled through the cracks in the ceiling, and the faint noise came from all directions, and the shadows of the never-satisfying spirit world were restless again—a feast could not have kept them quiet for too long.

The young goalkeeper shook his head, raised his left hand, and put his eyeball back into its socket.

The faint noise around disappeared in an instant, and the space composed of shadowy light and shadow and black, white and gray also regained color and the atmosphere of the real world in the blink of an eye

Rushing to the face.

Agatha breathed a sigh of relief and pulled eye drops from her clothes, but suddenly, her movements stopped.

It was quiet and empty.

Agatha raised her head and looked around, not seeing the black-clad guard she had brought, nor the sewage treatment center manager who had escaped earlier, nor the ashes and wreckage left by the three cultists and the dozen or so "fakes"—

Theoretically, she had eliminated the cultists and the "fakes" in the spirit world, and the real world should have their destroyed wreckage at the same time.

The silence around was so eerie that you couldn't even perceive the breath of any living people nearby.

Agatha's brow furrowed, she rolled her eyes, soothing the dryness of her eyeballs while cautiously observing the environment, and then slowly walked towards the gate not far away.

The slightly rusty metal door had a crack in it, and it looked like someone had left it in a hurry.

With a creaking noise, the metal door was pushed open little by little.

Behind the gate is a long corridor, and the gas lamps in the corridor are burning calmly and brightly, but you don't feel the warmth and peace of mind that the light brings.

"Click...... Click...... Click"

The sound of canes and heels hitting the ground echoed crisply and hollowly through the hallway, and Agatha slowly walked down the hallway.

The entire sewage treatment center was empty.

But there is no enemy in sight.

In this way, she walked directly through the factory area and came to the open space outside the factory.

The sky was dreary, and the clouds covered the city-state, and only a little weak light diffused between the clouds, barely enough to make people see that it was daytime, and the buildings as far as the eye could see were shrouded in this dark skylight, and a cold, dead and strange atmosphere lingered.

Agatha vividly remembers that when she arrived at the sewage treatment center, it was still a fine sunny day outside—the sun was high in the sky and the city-state was cloudless.

Sun?

Agatha suddenly felt a trace of doubt in her heart, and then these doubts expanded into a clear tear in her cognition, and she suddenly realized something, and raised her head again to observe the sky carefully.

The sky was only a chaotic glow of unknown origin, and there were no celestial objects in sight that might be called the "sun".

Agatha struggled to remember what the "sun" looked like, to recall the concept of the "sun".

She couldn't recall, as if there was a thick curtain covering her reason, so that she couldn't remember what the "sun" in that memory looked like, but only one thing was very clear - in this world, there should be a thing called "sun", which naturally hangs high in the sky, and can shine and shine on all things!

“…… Cognitive interference, which can affect gatekeepers...... The intensity is staggering, and it covers the entire environment......," Agatha muttered to herself, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, she quickly calmed down and looked around again.

"It's exotic."