So, Xiuge repeated what he had done before.

In the thick of the night, as he looked at the Descendants of the Abyss who were being wantonly divided by the Touch of Calon, and the shattered corpse wrapped in slime, Xiug suddenly realized that he seemed to have changed a lot.

In the past, he probably couldn't have made these moves now.

Deceive, kill, feed your enemies alive to inhuman monsters, and then turn that monster's power into your own......

Throughout this process, Shug found that he didn't have too many mood swings.

The tragic scene that is happening in front of me is as ordinary as eating and drinking.

Unnecessary pity, sympathy, and compassion flashed through my mind, but then they were ground to powder in front of the slowly turning metal disc, and there was no trace of it.

Shüg silently felt the tiny vibrations of the large, intricate metal disc, like a child who had not yet known time listening to the sound of a clock for the first time.

"Time is pressing, time is pressing......"

He repeated the admonition to himself inwardly, and then the mirror messenger burst out of the mist, devouring the shredded heirs of the abyss.

This behavior naturally provoked a fierce reaction from the main body of the Descendants of the Abyss.

In the middle of the night, their actions became more violent and ferocious, and in the face of the robber who had repeatedly hunted his own kind and "grabbed" his own power, the horrible heirs finally understood the emotion of "anger", and a terrifying wave of death appeared.

The clouds obscured the moonlight, and in the scattered snowflakes, the three-tailed giant rat that exuded the fog of the abyss ran wildly along the road.

After successfully fighting the death tide of the children of the Abyss, Xiuge already had a considerable psychological expectation of this terrifying phenomenon, and with the scattered rat swarm, he worked out a route with precision and speed.

As a result, Shuge successfully avoided the neighborhoods where the survivors lived, and he deliberately took the chasing Descendants of the Abyss around the city of Salem, and after confirming that the conditions permitted, he released the magic power that could obscure the perception of the Descendants of the Abyss to the greatest extent, completely erasing the traces and presence of himself and the Rat of Madness.

In the wee hours of the morning, the terrifying chase that shook half of the city of Salem finally came to an end.

And Xiuge finally succeeded in coming to the vicinity of the branch of the Legislative Committee.

The architecture and Xiuge here are very familiar.

He remembers a confrontation with a dangerous sword-wielding hermit in the neighborhood before the armistice celebrations......

It's not too far from the old Schubert's former beer hall...... Of course, there are no beer halls or drinkers here.

Shug gently patted the Rat on the head, then jumped off it.

In the face of the encouragement and gratitude of the person he summoned, Snik yawned very indifferently, and then dissipated into the air, the abyss power that Xiuge had assigned to it before was a lot of essence, it was really a little overwhelmed, such an exciting run was just an after-meal for it, it was not hard at all, and even a little pleasant.

There are noticeably more traces of magic in this block.

In Shuge's magical perception, there were fragments of ritual trails everywhere, and at the crossroads ahead, he even saw a bunker that had been abandoned - as Berva had said, the members of the Legals branch had taken a lot of measures to deal with the terrible situation in the city, but unfortunately these attempts had failed.

Not far away, the buildings belonging to the branch of the Legislative Affairs Commission stood silently in the night.

Unlike other survivors' settlements, the buildings are still sporadically lit at night, meaning that there are indeed people living within the premises of the Commission.

Shug slowly walked towards the wall where the Ritual of Immortality had been imposed.

In his mind, these walls used to be

They were very glamorous, but now, their surfaces had become tattered, and the traces left by the children of the Abyss could be seen everywhere, and Xiuge could even see the burn marks from the explosion of the alchemy bomb, as well as the bullet holes left by the crystallized bullets. Chinese Net

There was no way to trace the origins of these traces, they could have come from the robbers and thugs in the city, or from ordinary survivors who had reached the end of their rope and wanted some supplies from here......

However, there is no point in studying these now.

Shuge walked past the faint lights in the distance, and soon he was at the main entrance of the Dharma's residence.

Presumably to facilitate the defense and reinforcement of the station's ceremonies, the originally spacious gate has been completely remodeled, and the solidified walls of metal, masonry, and earth seal off the entire gate, leaving only a barely accessible portal, which, like the surrounding walls, is also wrapped in layers of protective ceremonies.

Unlike in the past, these rituals have been extended below the surface, apparently to prevent potential threats from entering the station through underground pipelines.

Shug looked up at the pitch-black sentry behind the gate of the station, and then he raised his staff and summoned a bright ball of magic light.

The orb of magic light was so conspicuous in the dark streets that it brought about an immediate change as well

Inside the sentry post, which was originally shrouded in darkness, a faint crystallized light immediately appeared, and immediately after, Xiuge felt that something had "locked" him, probably a crystallized gun.

A somewhat green voice came from behind the gate, his voice a little indistinct due to the interference of the magical ritual.

"What...... Who?"

Hearing this, Xiuge shook his head helplessly.

He snapped his fingers, and the suspended ball of magical light immediately became brighter, and it levitated directly in front of Shug, illuminating everything in its vicinity.

Under the watchful gaze of the watchman, Xiuge frowned and said, "Naturally, you are a mage, could it be that a lump of mud turned into a human being is talking to you?"

「……」

The guard at the Dharma's station choked on Xiuge's words, but then he looked at Xiuge seriously and said, "Sorry sir, it's late at night, and no normal person will visit at such a time!"

"So I'm a special case."

Shuge stood there with his cane: "If you can't make up your mind, then go ask the other people in the station and let them make a decision, of course, I can stay here until dawn...... Oh yes, my name is Schug Ernst, don't forget to tell the others."

Hearing these words, the young guard was silent in an instant.

After a long while, a cloud of magical light suddenly appeared in the sentry, and immediately after, a powerful figure stepped out of the illumination magic.

It was a middle-aged man in his forties, with short hair and a huge and terrifying scar on his face that almost slanted across his entire face.

On this man's body, Xiuge saw the heavy silver armor of the Demon Strangling, obviously, this was probably not a mage in the traditional sense, but a sword-wielding hermit from Merlin Lehe, Xiuge could not forget the bloody aura of these special people.

"Shog Ernst?"

The sword-wielding hermit's voice matched his hideous appearance so well that when he said the name, he almost felt like the other party was going to turn into a beast and lunge at him.

Shuge nodded calmly, "Yes, it's me."

He raised his head, looked directly at the other party, and said in a calm tone, "I am the illegitimate son of the Ernst family, the "wild mage" on your wanted list, I answer this way, are you satisfied?"

The sword-wielding hermit at the sentry was a little surprised by the generosity shown by Shuge, who stared at Xiuge for two seconds, and then asked in a somewhat surprised tone, "You...... What are you doing here?"

"When

I want to work with you."

Xiuge's tone remained unchanged, he slowly said what he meant, and at this time, the magic light ball suspended beside him finally attracted the covetousness of several Abyss Heirs, and these viscous liquid masses gathered together and began to slowly approach in the direction of Xiuge.

The sword-wielding hermit on the sentry obviously noticed this, he frowned slightly, and was about to open his mouth to remind, but saw Xiuge gently shake his staff, and a blazing flame whip immediately rolled out, accurately hitting the wriggling and advancing Abyss Heirs, and the bright flames were directly sent into the bodies of the Dark Abyss Heirs along the force of the long whip.

Then, under Xiuge's smooth manipulation, a series of flame magic was constructed, and the fire turned into a torrent, completely submerging the "mud" of its size in the blink of an eye.

After the clean kill, Shug turned his head and smiled at the sword-wielding hermit and said, "I know that you of the Judicial Council must be full of doubts about me, after all, I am on your wanted list...... But if you want to continue to protect the remaining survivors of this city, and to rid us of the monsters that are hiding beneath our feet, I beg you to open the gate in front of me."

"Anyone can say nice things, and maybe those who have become "mud" will say better things."

The sword-wielding hermit stared at Shuge, "If you want to convince the followers of the goddess Mel to believe in the words of a wild mage, you have to show sincerity."

So Xiuge smiled satisfactorily, "Sincerity? Okay, so you know...... Birva?"

At the sound of the name "Birva", the sword-wielding hermit's face changed visibly, and the hideous scar seemed to have life, and it writhed twice violently, like a ferocious python trying to emerge from the dirt.

In an oppressive atmosphere, the sword-wielding hermit said in a cold tone, "Of course I know, a shameful and despicable traitor...... A maggot that has betrayed its faith and failed the favor of the goddess Mel."

"It's good to know."

Shuge nodded, and then he summoned the mage's hand and opened the other new bag he was carrying.

Under the wary gaze of the sword-wielding hermit, the mage's hand deftly reached into the bag and pulled out a spherical shadow, and then the mage's hand slowly levitated until it was level with the orb of magical light used for illumination.

Shuge's voice came slowly, "Oh, Master Birva, isn't that what it is?"

It was a special night for the whole of Salem.

The survivors who lived near the headquarters of the Law Commission had heard the terrifying tide of death made up of monsters at night, only this time, the tide that was supposed to bring death and despair did not come to people's hiding places, they were always surging in the uninhabited neighborhoods, as if they were angrily chasing something.

For the dozens of members trapped inside the Legislative Committee, the meaning of this night is even more special.

When the mages in the station heard that a wild mage who was on Merlinle's wanted list had approached the door, they felt both amused and strange, and when they saw the "gift" brought by the wild mage, they fell into a long period of shock and silence.

The mages had already checked that the young man, who was famous for his special "literary works", had indeed brought the head of Berva, the betrayer.

After a brief discussion, Genent, the current temporary leader of the Dharma's branch, the sword-wielding hermit in charge of interrogating Xiuge, led this special visitor to the central hall of the Dharma's residence.

In the hall, where countless important matters had been handled in the past, and where the solemn statue of the goddess Meir had been erected, Shug finally saw the members of the Dharma, who were still in the residence.

The image of these mages is no longer as glamorous as it once was.

With the help of magic, these mages have a clean and tidy appearance, but the legal robes they wear have long since become worn, and the simple protective rituals that should have been attached to these clothes have been damaged

Completely destroyed, some mages have long since changed into other clothes, but they still wear insignia that symbolizes their membership in the Dharma.

The information given by Berva is very accurate.

There are indeed not a few mages left in this station, even if Xiuge counts those soldiers who are willing to continue to follow the law committee, the number of people in this station cannot exceed fifty, and most of the remaining people have also been injured, even a few young female mages, they have some slight scars on their faces.

In the past, such a flaw would naturally detract from their charm.

But now, these slightly scarred, tattered robes, and tenacious eyes sparkle make them more striking than ever.