As a devout dead man who voluntarily stayed in the city of Salem to carry out the plans of the association, Bölva had sufficient knowledge of the plans of the association, but lacked a deep understanding of the final results that could lead to such a series of plans.

This is inevitable.

After all, the internal program of action of the Black Sun Society has always relied heavily on such strange prophecies, and with the help of rituals and gifts from ancient gods, they have been able to glimpse the development and laws of a considerable part of the situation, but these contents are only general directions, and many specific details are lacking. Chinese Net

Take Birva, for example.

He was convinced of the Society's plans and initiatives in the city of Salem, and believed that the ritual of using the entire city of Salem as a place of sacrifice would lead to the successful incarnation of the "Only Son of the Abyss", but after this set of processes and plans was thoroughly implemented, it was difficult for him to know the exact results and subsequent developments on his own.

Xiuge had experienced a similar situation several times before.

Among them is the Black Forest Fort***, which caused the Black Sun Association to suffer heavy losses.

Xiuge has realized that if he has enough information, he is completely able to regard the behavior of the members of the Black Sun Society as a ball of thread that can be woven and kneaded to a certain extent, and as long as he does it properly, he can use their devotion to his own beliefs to turn these members of the association who have been kept in the dark into his own "tool men".

"The members of the Society in Salem also have no way of knowing what is happening in the outside world, and they have no chance to know what happened in Fort Black Forest not long ago, let alone that I have not only torn my face with the Black Sun Society, but even "stolen" important tokens from their interior......

Xiuge's mind turned rapidly, but his face was always gloomy.

He stepped forward and stared at the ugly face that hung down in front of him.

"Heads up, Master Birva, now is not the time to hold the wrongs accountable...... You've done a good job, and it's not your fault that the ritual hasn't been carried out completely, it's a hidden danger or deviation that was planted while the plan was still being made."

As he spoke, Xiuge's tone changed subtly, and his expression became much softer, "Mr. Herbert and the members of the Abyss Historical Society have discussed it with me carefully, and this is why I will return to the city of Seren."

Hearing these words, Berva finally raised his head, and at that moment he "just happened" to catch a glimpse of the deep mist that kept rising in Huge's eyes.

As a spellcaster who had personally witnessed the miracles of the distant Abyss court in the Abyss Historical Society, he had long been extremely familiar with this wonderful and mysterious color, and at this moment, this thick mist that was constantly rolling like a fluid finally completely washed away the last trace of hesitation and confusion in his heart.

"Yes, yes...... I'm listening......"

Birva's lips twitched violently twice, and on the basis of such emotions and beliefs, he still could not call the young man in front of him by name.

"I said you could call that name, it's just a name, it doesn't mean anything to me anymore."

Shuge maintained that condescending posture: "Of course, Master Birva, you can also see this as a recognition of the contribution that I and the Society have made to you."

"Yes, Mr. Schugg!"

Birva's body shook twice, only this time, his trembling was no longer from panic and nervousness, but from the precious praise and the strong feeling of satiety in his heart.

Seeing his appearance, Xiuge nodded with satisfaction, and then he let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Master Birva, there is not much time left for us, the outside world will soon make some new moves against Salem City, and before that, we need to complete the unfinished ritual."

"Yes, I understand!"

Berva nodded respectfully, and then he asked, "What do you mean by unfinished ritual?"

Shug raised his cane and poked twice on the ground of the street: "Well, you must have discovered it, and it still exists beneath this city

There are a large number of children of the abyss, and this is an omission in the plan of association."

"They were supposed to merge with me after the ritual and go with me to the outside world."

There was a hint of helplessness in Xiuge's tone: "It's a pity that instinct still dominates them after all, so a considerable part of them stay in the city of Seren and continue to breed, this is not the right choice, now they lack reasonable guidance, they have a huge number and amazing power and do not know how to use it...... Oh, like a bunch of gluttonous young children."

If it had been someone else in the association, Berva might have tried to argue with them, but these words were very convincing when they were spoken by the man in front of him, who had already confirmed himself as the prophesied "only son of the abyss".

Shug raised his hand and gently placed it on Birva's shoulder, "Moreover, I have not only come here to complete the unfinished ritual, but also to avoid unnecessary sacrifices and losses on your part."

"But it ...... according to the plan"

"You know, that's the plan."

Shogg rudely interrupted Birva, saying, "I am here now because the old plans are no longer applicable, and I have brought with me new orders and instructions, and, of course, new missions for you."

With these words, the mist of the messenger in the mirror on Xiuge's body was further released, and the strong magical aura that belonged to the high families in the past contained in it made Berva can't help but bow his head again, he has also undergone the kind of magical surgery transformation in the association, and is very sensitive to the magic from the abyss, in this case, he can fully perceive the strong sense of oppression exerted by the other party from the perspective of status and identity.

"Take it easy, Belva."

Hug laughed, "I brought bad news or good news, which do you want to hear first?"

Uncomfortable with this sudden question, Berva hesitated for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "What...... The bad news?"

"The bad news is that the Society's efforts in Iris Street have failed, and our old friend, General Butts, has completely abandoned his cooperation with the Society, and all the members who remained in Iris Street have been successfully identified and "cleaned" by him...... You know that?"

Xiu Ge is purely knowingly asked.

Through the memories of the previous association mage, Xiug had already confirmed that the contact between the members of the society in the city of Seren was basically a three-day cycle, and that before Xiuge took action yesterday, the members of the association in Iris Street and the Tricolor Brotherhood had only completed a meeting.

In other words, what he had done in Iris Street before, Berva had no chance to know.

What's more, in order to ensure his own safety, General Butz will also choose to make the tightest blockade of this series of things.

Hearing Shug's words, Borgva's face showed an expression of anger and shame, and this kind of situation when something goes wrong during the "leader's inspection" always makes people blush.

"It's not your fault, it's just that the association was a little too hasty in choosing collaborators in the past."

"The good news, though, is that I'm here, so everything in the city will be based on the orders and plans I have brought, and you won't have to carry out the previous tasks."

Shuge slowed down and said to Birva: "The gods still need you, so the association thinks that you don't need to sacrifice in vain in this huge sacrificial arena for the sake of the omission of the plan, you are priests, not sacrifices......

Birva's breathing began to grow rapid, and his festering ugly face became even more terrifying: "You mean ......?"

"I will preside over the subsequent ceremonies to make up for the omissions in my previous plans, and you need to help me with this mission."

Shug said lightly, "After I have completed the ritual and become a truly complete being, I will take all of you out of here and let the Dharma Council and the fools of the kingdom watch this dead city go out

Shake it!"

When Shug followed Berva to the Tricolor Brotherhood's residence with his face, almost everyone present couldn't help but show surprise.

As the "supplier" and "creator" of spiritual food for specific groups of people in the city of Salem and many surrounding countries, the fame of Schug Ernst has always been in a state of violent fluctuation.

Many people have seen the works he wrote, many people have heard his name, and many people have harshly criticized the things he wrote.

But there are far fewer people who really know Schug Ernst and what he looks like.

However, this does not include those who already live in the city of Seren.

There are so many people who know this face that although I dare not say all of them, at least forty or fifty percent of the people in the city of Salem know that this young pale face belongs to the illegitimate son who lives alone in the old mansion of Ernst.

Although the old mansion has burned down and the story of the bastard child has become an anecdote forgotten by the survivors of Salem, when that face reappears in front of everyone, it still easily evokes memories for them.

In the large hall that had been converted into a residence by members of the Tricolor Brotherhood, Shuge stood silently in the light, slowly turning his eyes to sweep his calm, cold gaze over the faces.

Some of the people here, he's seen.

And this is thanks to a "friend" who has been completely buried in the depths of his memory.

At the sight of those seemingly familiar dirty faces, Shug finally remembered the name Putlin Gouhan.

Hugg knew that Putrin was indeed dead, and that he should have died on the day of the peace celebration, in the assassination of Prince Havid, which was seen as the trigger for the war...... He had even been able to see from the memories he had collected and absorbed, when the members of the Black Sun Society were training Putrin and other youths.

"If you had seen the city of Salem today, would you regret the choice you made then?"

Shuge asked a silent question in his mind to the name who could no longer answer his question.

He then walked slowly forward with his cane, turning his gaze to a member of the Tricolor Brotherhood who was smiling a disdainful smile at him.

His gaze was so cold that the thief-turned-bandit Brotherhood shrank his head, but then he felt a bit embarrassed to do so, so he immediately straightened his neck again and mocked casually, "Huh? The great writer didn't die in the fire? Are you going to survive and have fun with everyone? We've been suffocated for a long time!"

Before Berva could react, Shug grinned, the darkness of his eyes instantly swirling, and he replied gently, "Haha, that's right, I'm here today to make you ...... Relax and relax."

Before he could finish speaking, a half-solid black tentacle made of the fog of the abyss suddenly rolled out, and under Xiuge's manipulation, it did not show the sharp arthropods similar to those of the children of the abyss, but instead transformed its end into a long sword, and before the people around it could exclaim, the blade stabbed directly into the mouth of the provocative Brotherhood member.

The moment the pitch-black blade pierced into its mouth, it had transformed into a sharp, cold entity, and the mist-wrapped blade pierced through the back of the target's head, and the blood that should have gushed out turned into nothingness in the fluttering magical mist before it could hit the ground.

At the moment of completing this killing with his own hands, Shug felt the blood and life force from the body of the Brotherhood member through the touch of Calon, and he could even feel the abyssal magic flowing in his body to transmit a strong thirst for it.

This abnormality caused Xiuge to feel seriously unwell.

So he resolutely curbed this tendency on a mental level, and quickly controlled the tentacle to shake, throwing the body that was no longer breathing to the crowd.

The corpse fell to the ground, rolled twice, its mouth still wide open, and the horrified countenance that had visibly withered were the rest of the people present

The members of the Brotherhood did not even dare to exclaim.

They were very clever and clever people, and they could already see that the situation might change beyond their expectations from what had just happened, so they all remained absolutely silent at the moment, but still carefully observed Schug and Birva standing in front of them.

Under Birva's expectant gaze, Shug walked slowly forward with the Black Sun Scepter,

Through the continuous feedback from within the scepter, Hug quickly located the official members of the association in the crowd, and nodded to them with a smile.