Mistral and Valentine, the "Dark Blue Priest", flew through the air and landed on Crestel, who was dressed in a long black trench coat with a high neckline. Cessima's side. The latter was tilting his head slightly at the moment, closing his eyes and communicating with the spirits roaming in the void. Beside the High Deacon of the Church of the Night, many unreal, hazy phantoms could be seen floating in the air, emitting a whimpering and sobbing sound that only the extraordinary could faintly hear.

Sensing the arrival of the two demigods, all the weakened spirits fell from mid-air and gathered around Sesima. The High Deacon's hands covered with his trademark red gloves gently brushed the spirits, allowing them to escape from reality and return to the spirit realm. Then the eyes that had been as peaceful as a lake in the night lifted, and asked Mistral and Valentine if they had discovered anything.

The Count of the Bloods tossed the hexagonal brass coin at the other party: "This may have been left by the 'devil'. ”

Sesima caught it steadily, and after finding out that it was a Fusak coin, she also raised her eyebrows, remembering the report from the Night Church about the situation in Fusak, and then quietly put the coin away: "This may be related to several recent incidents in Fusak, and we will investigate further." ”

Seeing that the other party gave such a vague answer, Valentine said bluntly: "That means that you can't find any trace of that guy yet?" In that case, it's useless to get together, forgive me for being rude. ”

As he spoke, the cardinal of the Church of the Storm raised his left fist and tapped it on his chest without expression, then simply turned and walked out.

Mistral and Sesima did not stop them, and after each making a slight gesture, they watched the other leave.

Even if there may be a demigod-level existence behind a normal extraordinary event, it will not be serious enough to cause the demigods of several major churches to come out at the same time. But this time, even the only church was overturned head-on, and the movement caused by it could hardly be concealed, and it would inevitably be published in the newspaper headlines, and the Church of the Storm could not sit idly by.

But in the absence of a suspect for a while, it is true that a cardinal cannot be expected to stay and keep vigil.

It was the same with Sesima, who had no reason to stay long after completing his basic investigation, but the Fusak coin he had just gotten in his hands gave him something else to think about. When Valentine left with a gust of wind howling, he turned his gaze back to look at the Blood Earl, whose face was gradually gloomy, and said comfortingly: "Before you take care of the trivial matters, you can entrust MI9 to temporarily take over the security of the jurisdiction." ”

"It doesn't matter." Count Mistral replied calmly, "Our blood clan can still handle this matter, MI9 should focus on public opinion." ”

He doesn't have a headache with the management of the jurisdiction at all. The Bloods have lived in secrecy in Bakeland for thousands of years, and their descendants are large enough to form an extraordinary army of considerable size. Even half of them were taken by Emlyn. Earl White brought it to the Southern Continent, but the Church of Mother Earth God is not very large in Beckland's jurisdiction, and this incident did not damage the living force of the blood clan.

Sesima did not refute, but after a few words of conversation, offered to do an in-depth examination of those who had participated in the battle, so that the "devil" would not leave the seeds of desire in the depths of their emotions.

Mistral slightly sensed the bat clones that he had scattered to deliver information, and found that the Sainz siblings and the bishop Schultz appointed by the Holy See of the Mother God Church had been brought back to the Blood Clan for treatment, and only Douglas was still on the scene, so he simply pointed out the location of the other party for Cesima.

After the senior deacon left, the Blood Earl shook his body, and suddenly came to the Harvest Church, which had collapsed for most of the time, slowly stepped into it, bent down to pick up the Holy Emblem that had fallen to the ground, and carefully wiped off the dust on it.

The flowers and plants surrounding the withered spring took on a sleepy and withered appearance, and the babies encased in them curled up in horror with their eyes closed. Mistral stared at the particular emblem for a moment. It wasn't the emblem of the Bloodline's habits, he preferred the ancient, crimson crescent moon with the shadows of bats.

But it is undeniable that behind this holy emblem is his own ancestors, the gods he believes in.

When no one was present, the count's expression revealed imperceptible distress and confusion. He tried to hold the emblem up and place it on his forehead, whispering to the ancestor who had never left a trace of haste only in the deepest dreams, and there was a slight bitterness in his mouth from self-reproach.

- Beckland has always been the main gathering place of the Bloods, so after getting Emlyn. After the news that White and Utravsky were preparing to leave for the Southern Continent, Mistral, like the rest of the people, naturally saw that this would be an opportunity for the Bloods to return to the extraordinary world vision, and they would serve as the true spokesmen of the Orthodox Church.

After all, they are all descendants of the blood of Mother Earth God, and no one in the world will revere their ancestors more than the Blood Clan!

But at the same time, the emissary of the Church from Fenerport brought another piece of news:

In the Church of Mother Earth God, they distinguish between "benefactors" and "divine favors."

The former refers to the clergy who are favored by the Mother Goddess in the two paths of "earth" and "moon"; The latter are patrons of the Mother Goddess from other sources.

Whether it is the clergy of the church or the followers of the Mother God, as long as they claim to have received divine revelation, they are all tempted by evil gods and demons, no exception!

Unless the man's words are confirmed by one or more "divine beings", even the Pope's orders cannot be transmitted.

This also meant that the Bloodlines had lost their innate legitimacy to the lineage, that they could not claim to have received the revelations of their ancestors within the Church, and that even similar statements were in a high-pressure zone that could be easily censored. This is something that most of the Bloods can't accept and can't understand.

In Emlyn. When White was still the head of the diocese in Beckland, even Mistral, who had a bit of a frustration with the former, could still tolerate such inexplicable rules. But when White traveled to the Southern Continent, and instead of letting the local Bloods take charge of the Harvest Church, the Bloods sent an additional bishop from Fenerport, the Bloods' dissatisfaction caused them to adopt a passive state of observance.

Their team of Extraordinaries is still functioning, but they rarely receive orders from the Harvest Church, but only maintain order in their precincts on a fixed basis, and only at night;

They are still planning to set up a drug factory, but they only leave paper documents after routine discussions on the matter, and rarely take the initiative to promote the follow-up procedures;

They did not try to develop believers, did not support the operation of the church too much, and even under the hint of Mistral and several other powerful bloods, the bloods who would regularly come to the Harvest Church to pray were always in the minority;

In accordance with the Holy See's edict, they allocated some seals to the Harvest Church, but there were not a few seals above "Level 2", which was completely insufficient to form a church's defense system.

Mistral had always considered himself not to have gone too far—he had only made the affairs of the church a little less important than the Church of Mother Earth that had almost removed the descendants of the first ancestors from the center of power.

And this led to the fact that when tonight's attack took place, the Bloods of Beckland were not prepared in the slightest.

In fact, the demigods are not so invincible, with multiple well-trained and extraordinary teams, with the right seals, and this special emblem that once collected some of the power of the gods, they have every chance to trap the attackers tonight, at least control the damage caused by the attackers, and at least protect the entire street outside.

"Ancestors......"

Mistral groaned as a muffled voice from his throat, his eyes closed, waiting, or anticipating a divine punishment or rebuke that might come.

But in his ears, in his mind, in the depths of his heart, there was always silence, no moonlight, no sound.

After a long time, the Blood Count slowly lowered his hands, flapped his bat wings to clear a dust-free ground, and silently and solemnly placed the Holy Emblem in it.

His figure suddenly turned into a mass of gray-black bats and flew away, disappearing into the bright night.

-

"Wait here for a while, there are still some necessary tests."

Françoyer handed the seal with the wolf's tooth hanging to his teammates, waved them to find the people of the Night Church, and sat down next to Douglas against the wall, and gently bumped the latter with his shoulder: "Is it better?" ”

Not good, very bad. As soon as he became conscious, the burning sensation of impatience regained his senses. Douglas slowly raised his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead, but without answering, he looked around. The sky was already bright, and the entire street was destroyed, and not far from the two of them, a huge humanoid like a hill knelt on the ground, and the earth-and-stone body had lost its strength to hold it together, and small collapses were taking place one after another. A number of police officers in black and white uniforms were busy pulling a cordon around the mud giants.

Françoyer followed his gaze and said "oh" and said, "This is ...... Your family priest made it. The morning newspaper should not be able to catch up, but the photo will definitely appear in the evening newspaper...... I heard that they were planning to treat it as a gas explosion caused by an earthquake. ”

As he spoke, this tall and muscular strong man was also unconsciously frightened. It is not very accurate to say that it is an earthquake, when the demigod-level forces are confronting each other in the early hours of the morning, there is indeed a not-so-violent earthquake in Beckland, and this must have been the result of the deliberate restraint of Father Schultz of the Harvest Church.

This isn't the deadliest of all the extraordinary events in Beckland's history, but it's certainly the hardest to hide, and while not bustling, the city is second only to the East End. Many of the residents who lived in the vicinity of Yuejihua Street witnessed all kinds of unusual things at night, and the reporters who were stopped out of the street would certainly not let go of this, and they could meet each other, and in the next few days, the incident would become the headlines of various newspapers, and the West Villas Field would have to find a reasonable explanation for it from the public.

In particular, the Harvest Church also collapsed in this "accident" - this is a church that belongs to a righteous God! Many people have the impression that the church of God should be more sacred than the king's palace and indestructible, because God is supposed to care for His followers and His agents on earth.

A church that can collapse with just an earthquake...... Or the church of Mother Earth...... It is hard for François to imagine how people will talk about it in the future.

Thinking of this, he told worriedly: "In ...... Before your church is back in business, come to me in time for anything. ”

Douglas was silent as if he hadn't heard. Françoyer grunted, scratched his head, and said no more.

Fortunately, several substitutes soon followed a man in a black trench coat and white shirt back, and saw his captain sitting on the ground with a grin, all of them squeezing at Francois, and signaling him to hurry up.

Francoyer raised his head and glanced at the members of the Church of the Night, and was also stunned after seeing each other's appearances, and immediately turned over and stood up, not forgetting to pull Douglas up as well, and whispered: "Wake up, it's the 'Sword of the Goddess' of the Church of the Night......"

Hearing this, Douglas withdrew his gaze from the collapsed mud doll and slowly turned his head to look at the comer.

It was a tall man in his thirties, with short-shaven blond-brown hair and dark green eyes that looked like a tranquil lake under the moon.

He didn't know each other, but Chaos' brain turned to recall the "Sword of the Goddess" Crestai. The name of Sesima, which is the senior deacon of the Church of the Night, is equivalent to the archbishop, and is the top of the church in the usual sense, and must be a demigod or a high-ranking powerhouse close to a demigod!

But the demigods he had seen in a day were almost impossible to count on one hand, so Douglas did not feel the same awe in his heart as Francois, but only saluted Françoiser according to etiquette: "Your Excellency Cessima." ”

Crestai. Sesima pulled down the collar of his trench coat, responded politely to the two, and said gently: "Don't be nervous, it's just a small test, the extraordinary person of the demonic path is good at polluting people's emotions and sowing the seeds of desire, and I will help you eliminate the corresponding risks." ”

With that, he turned to François again and nodded at him.

Several of the Storm Church's reinforcement teams, which were supposed to be evacuated for other work after completing their emergency rescue, were still stranded, apparently by François's personal decision.

Françoyer, who received the signal, had no reason to stay longer, so he patted Douglas on the shoulder and left the scene with the team. After making sure that there were no idlers waiting around, Cesima looked at Douglas, who was looking at him with a somewhat rickety shoulder and expressionless face, and smiled gently.

He walked over, leaned casually against the wall, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I can understand your feelings." But be careful, be careful that your feelings are taken advantage of, and in this extraordinary world, always be sober and vigilant......"

At first, Cesima's voice was soft and deep, like a harmonious sound flowing from the strings of a violin. But as he spoke, his voice lost coordination, like an orchestra detached from the conductor, and from time to time there was a squeaky and abrupt sound, and the whole became more and more chaotic and chaotic.

This made Douglas, who was already emotionally unstable, frown unbearably, clenched his teeth, and trembled slightly in his shoulders. He could feel his heart beating at an accelerated pace, his chest and ears rumbling like a drum, the huge pressure that had nowhere to vent squeezed all the blood vessels and all organs together, the flesh and blood were tearing and devouring each other, and the whole person seemed to be stuffed into a can, constantly struggling but unable to break through the shackles.

With experience and habit, Douglas struggled to stabilize himself through meditation and other means, when Secima's voice emerged from the increasingly noisy noise:

"Do not refrain from restraint, do not endure...... What you need now is to vent your stagnant emotions completely and completely, without the need to hold back! ”

These simple and clear words pushed the canned bottle to fall to the ground with a "snap", and the huge emotion in Douglas's heart, which was mixed with anger and anxiety, turned into fragments and scattered everywhere, and the violent emotions that were originally looming and continuously burning completely exploded into a prairie fire, and exploded!

Douglas's eyes suddenly turned red, and without thinking about it, he pounced on Cesima who was standing on the side, and followed his primitive instinct to pick up his fist and slam it into the opponent!

Bang!

In the dull sound of flesh and blood, he ignored his fingers that were bruised by the excessive force, and the whole person swooped over and knocked the opponent to the ground, grabbing the opponent's head with all his strength and slamming it to the ground. After a few blows, the skull shattered with a chilling cracking sound, and Douglas felt that it was not enough, and continued to exert all his strength to chisel with one punch, allowing the blood mixed with yellow and white brains to splash all over his face.

Those pairs reminded him of Aven. Townsenson's dark green eyeballs were smashed out of their sockets, and wisps of flesh and nerves hung and swayed on his face, which was so shattered that it was impossible to distinguish its face. Douglas grabbed the two bone-rolling orbs and clenched his fists to smash them, causing the shards of the crystalline eyeballs to creak between his fingers.

After doing all this, he gasped and stared at the mess of corpses in front of him, and shouted in a hoarse voice with a distorted face:

"It's better to be dead, it's better to be dead! It's all dead! ”

As if not satisfied, Douglas shook his body and stood up and looked around, as if looking for his next opponent.

The darkness around him fluctuated with the ups and downs of his mind, trying to manifest something, but it was always just swaying amorphously, unable to present a complete image.

This caused Cesima, who was quietly observing in his dreams, to raise his eyebrows slightly, realizing that it was no longer concrete people that made Douglas angry and frightened, but something abstract.

He thought about it for a moment, but did not delve into the psychological state of the target—the spiritual realm was not the home of the night path, and he was not a "psychiatrist".

Just find a way to get rid of the seeds of desire that may have been left behind in this incident.

So then, Sesima simulated Aven's appearance or various similar attack scenarios in his dreams many times, calmly watching Douglas vent his anger and crush the enemy in the most primitive way again and again.

It wasn't until he felt that the other person's movements gradually became rational and orderly, and he turned the main tone of the dream to a gentle one, allowing a small chapel with a striking spire and a golden façade to emerge.

The doors of the church were open, and an old man with gray hair and a tan bishop could be seen sitting on a pew, bowing his head in prayer facing the high Radiance of Life. On the side of the old man, in the corridor leading to the interior of the church, there were two young men with similar faces and equally handsome faces, a man and a woman, talking leisurely, and it could be seen from their body movements that the two were extremely close.

In a small fenced field in the church compound, a young woman with an unusual body crouched and patiently weeded and observed the growth of plants. Another serious man in a police uniform took off his hat and rolled up his trousers to help her. The warehouse behind the two of them was open with its door, bags of grain, rice and noodles, and even jars of various herbs neatly placed.

Beyond the courtyard wall of the church, the clean and tidy Yuejihua Street is full of pedestrians, and the light of gas street lamps illuminates the glass windows of the shops on the street, and you can vaguely see the customers constantly choosing between the shelves.

At the end of the street, a two-story house stands alone in the wind and snow, but the warm orange light flows from every window.

Looking through the convex belly window on the first floor, you can see a table full of dishes, and see a young and energetic girl sitting at the bottom, looking at the food with anticipation, as if she can't wait to enjoy it.

But she didn't pick up the knife and fork for a long time, but looked out from time to time, patiently waiting for the person who should be back home.

The bell rings from the towering Gothic minaret, the rushing Tasok River is bustling with pedestrians and cries of peasantry, the annoying smoke lingers in the tavern, the gas lights are dim and cloudy, and the mellow aroma of ale fills the mouth......

Douglas, who was covered in blood, stopped his movements, stood in place and looked at this somewhat illusory scene, and the somewhat hideous expression on his face gradually calmed down.

…… And on top of this scene, above Sesima's head, in the darkness at the other end of the dream, farther and deeper, near the end of the line of sight, tall buildings far beyond this era stand silently, and the endless stream of people and vehicles flow noisily through this metal jungle.

There, a slender young man dressed in a dark wizard's robe was amazed with interest, occasionally reaching out to fiddle with the crystal lens of his right eye.