Shoge felt like he was swimming in a garbage heap.

It was a terrible feeling, because his mental and magical strength was no longer what it used to be, so that he would not pass out due to the impact of these chaotic messages or the depletion of his magical power, which made him have to face the torment of those chaotic memories and images in the most conscious state.

"Lady Mel is on top, this is worse than the underground room we stayed in before!"

Countess Alexandra was the first to express her displeasure, as the will of the Ernst family, as part of the metal disc, was now suffering similarly, and for them the shock was obviously more concrete.

Shug didn't have time to take care of them now, so he left the tent and sat down in the open space outside, then closed his eyes and began to "digest" and "organize" the chaos in his mind.

Thankfully, the Descendants of the Abyss who escaped from Salem were apparently only a fraction of the city's vast presence.

For the whole, its size is even insignificant.

Therefore, Xiuge did not fall into the same prolonged slumber and coma that he had when he was first attacked by the Descendants of the Abyss, and after "closing his eyes and recuperating his mind" for more than ten minutes, he had already used his previous classification experience to roughly classify these messy messages.

As before, the bits and pieces of information are crudely scanned together, and the relatively complete and potentially useful content is retained and further categorized.

The "Walking Forest" brings an abundance of magic to Xiuge, which allows him to deal with this problem at great speed.

In the process of sorting and sorting, Xiuge took the time to cast his consciousness into his metal disk.

He saw that in the metal disc, another mass of pitch-black liquid condensed from the power of the Descendants of the Abyss appeared, and from his previous experience, it was obvious that this was an opportunity to bring "evolution" and "growth" to magical creations such as the Mirror Emissary.

Snikich the Running Rat is clearly out of touch with this "evolution", and although Calron's Touch also yearns for this power, it does not show much desire because it has "grown", and in this case, Xiug naturally allocates this opportunity to the impatient Mirror Emissary.

The moment this new power fell into the groove of the metal, the messenger in the mirror began to change.

Its form, which was almost identical to that of Xiuge, suddenly exploded, turning into a thick black mist that directly filled the entire groove.

Just as when Calron's Touch received this power boost, between the surges of mist, magical lights and shadows appeared at the edges of the grooves, and they began to move towards the next layer of the ring at an extremely slow rate on the metal disk, as if preparing to "light up" the new grooves.

"I'm afraid this speed won't end for a while."

Shuge assessed the effectiveness of the emissary in the mirror, then returned his attention to the memories.

As he sifted through and searched, Hug gradually discovered a rather terrifying truth from the memories of these victims - it may not be the only one who managed to escape from the city of Seren, and this Dark Son disguised as a normal refugee. ….

Individuals like it, who rely on human consciousness and identity, and act through parasitism, are simply the "aliens" of the Descendants of the Abyss, and this kind of summoned ancient creations tend to hide in the sewers of Salem City more often than not, to avoid the light of daytime, and to wait for opportunities to search for more prey through those complex sewer pipes.

According to the content of the memory, when the magic power movement swept through the entire Seren City with the great earthquake, the ritual ground used by the Law Committee to block the Seren City was ineffective for nearly half an hour, and during this period, it was completely unknown how many Abyss Descendants would escape through the sewers of Seren City!

"It's really a problem now."

Shuge slowly opened his eyes, pulling his consciousness away from the mountains of memories, and he stood up and took a kettle from a female doctor who had been staring at him all the time.

For the kindness of others, Xiuge has always been able to make it

He smiled and expressed his gratitude to the young doctor.

He poured two mouthfuls of water, then took the jug and hurried in the direction of the council mages.

The discovery in the memories of the Descendants of the Abyss is terrifying, and if it is for personal gain, Xiuge should probably ensure that he can continue to "catch" these prey, after all, they can play a decisive role in increasing his magic and power.

However, the nature and scale of the Descendants of the Abyss are beyond the control of human beings, and their contagion, concealment, growth, and spread speed are all exaggerated, which is absolutely unmatched by magical creatures like shapeshifters, so Xiuge did not hesitate too much and told Klautz his conjecture.

"You mean, those who have been in contact with this group of refugees before, as well as the troops scattered around the city of Selen, are now likely to be infiltrated by this monster?"

"Yes, they may have escaped from Salem in large numbers...... Judging by the current situation, it is not only our troops that may be attacked."

"Okay, I see."

Krautz rudely interrupted Xiuge's words, he sighed, and said, "Mr. Xiuge, you are the junior valued by Marshal Zeke, and you are also the talent valued by the princess, but you may not know that for today's kingdom and council, the hidden danger brought about by the Black Sun Society is actually always a proposition to be verified, unless we have enough convincing samples and evidence, don't try to convince those old stubborns!"

He lifted his hand and pointed at the refugees, "Alfred must have told you all, right?" The purpose of accepting these refugees is to be able to help Voter seize the advantage of international public opinion, not for the so-called humanity and mercy, and now that it is a time of war, everything must be handled according to the strictest and most special methods."

Speaking of this, Krautz also sighed: "I know what you are hinting at before, but with our position and identity, we are currently unable to communicate with those Deran armies...... I'll talk to Alfred about it, and it's not up to us to decide what to do."

After saying that, he raised his hand and patted Xiuge on the shoulder: "Let's continue the screening." ….

……

Because of the accident caused by the Descendants of the Abyss before, this work continued until after eight o'clock in the evening.

In this process, the Chasseur and the Council have a new harvest, because among this group of refugees, they have actually found a "living sample", to be precise, a sample that is in the process of "transformation".

It was an old man among the refugees, his arm was wounded, barely bandaged with shabby clothes, and when the doctors removed the clothes from his hands, they saw an arm that had been eroded by the pitch black, and although it still seemed to be in the shape of an arm, in the depths of this color, all sorts of strange organs and tissues had emerged.

This time, the council mages did not give Shug access to the old man, and they almost immediately put this valuable "sample" under their supervision, and after putting him in several shackles of demon-strangling silver, they stuffed him directly into a transport cart to be sent to the council's headquarters in Boldon with the highest standard of treatment.

Xiuge could think of it on his heels that the old man's next experience might not be too optimistic.

The best outcome would be for him to be able to amputate his diseased arm, as old Schubert did, and continue to live as a disabled person from now on, if he is unlucky......

Shuge didn't go any further, and as far as the current situation was concerned, there were no more "infected" people other than these two people, which was a blessing in misfortune.

The remaining refugees are basically able to rest peacefully in Brownhill, and if they behave well and find out that they are not spies from the Plains Countries, then they will have the opportunity to start a new life in Brownhill or somewhere else.

And after the refugees had filled their stomachs, Xiuge had to carry out his original mission.

He thought that the hunting regiment would send a difficult reporter to him, but what he didn't expect was that he finally came with a pen and paper

But it was Frey Meyer.

The presence of Meyer made Xiuge feel much better, and he told Xiuge that there was no need for any verbal guidance to these poor refugees, just let them say what they really thought, and that he would control all the literal scales.

And so a very special interview began.

A well-known writer of "special themes" in the city of Salem, with a professor of medicine who had been sent to Bolden from political exile in St. Steele, began to visit the refugees who had escaped death, both of whom were dressed in very ordinary clothes and did not have any characteristics of the Wattel army.

Shug wasn't very skilled at interviewing, but luckily Meyer's appearance and temperament always made the refugees let their guard down.

"My children are dead, and so is my wife...... I'm the only one left."

A man who was already starving complained to the two of them in a low voice: "We blocked all the pipes in the store, thinking that the monsters couldn't find us, but then there was a shelling and the ground was blown through, and they crawled out of the cracks......

A woman in her forties said, "The Legislature doesn't care about us, and the soldiers can't control us." ….

During the previous examination, the child who looked at Xiuge with a surprised gaze said, "Dad wanted to go out of the city to find food, and he was crushed to death by magic."

A young man with a wounded face bowed his head and pleaded, "Mr. Shuge, can you let the army save the others?" Our apartment is full of people my age and a lot of people who are your readers...... But when the earthquake struck, the apartment collapsed and a lot of people must have died...... Even if they don't die, they don't have a place to hide, and they will definitely be found and eaten by those monsters."

Shhug gradually became a little numb to these words, and he just kept asking questions so that Mayer could record them, and in the descriptions of these refugees, the picture of the end of the city of Salem became clearer and more concrete.

In the last tent, he saw a familiar face—a clerk at the Peace Newspaper, and when he saw him, he burst into tears.

"Mr. Shugg, we shouldn't have written those articles, we shouldn't have printed them, we shouldn't have published them! We didn't expect it to end up like this!"

The ordinary clerk apparently regarded himself as one of the main culprits of the disaster in the city of Selen, and at this point, no matter how much Xiuge tried to persuade him, he could not keep calm, and when Xiuge asked for more details about the city, he began a slightly crazy self-harm behavior in the stimulation of Xu, so Xiuge had to use a magic spell on him, causing him to fall asleep directly.

After helping Xiuge lay the clerk down, Meyer couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

There were muffled cries from the other tents in the camp, and the weepers, who had been constantly suppressing their voices, eventually failed to suppress and control, and the sobs turned into howling and uncontrollable.

Mayer clutched the pen and paper in his hand, and there was no smile on his face.

He didn't speak, but pondered as he walked towards the outside of the camp, his steps steady and steady.

"Professor, what else do you think of Salem City?"

"I'm afraid it's not a disaster for one city, it's a disaster for all of us."

After a long period of thought, Meyer replied in a low voice: "But if we can't figure out the root cause of this disaster, then it will happen again and again...... It's sad that it's not just the monster, it's not just the association, it's us, all of us!"

After leaving these words behind, Mayer quickened his pace and walked alone in the direction of the field hospital.

Hug didn't know what Meyer would think about what had happened today, but he was sure that tonight would be a sleepless night for Meyer.

Under the gaze of the cold starry sky, Xiuge returned to his residence, and it was only at this time that he finally got the chance to regain his spiritual world.

In the metal disc, in the groove of the messenger in the mirror

The black fog had largely cleared, and he saw a more detailed figure, the Mirror Messenger now seemed to have more physical details than before, his clothes were ornate and concrete, and his face became clearer, although it was still a black figure overall, but when Hug looked at it, he felt like he was looking at a real mirror.

Sensing Xiuge's gaze, the Mirror Messenger looked up from behind the desk that had already added many "books", and it smiled.

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