Morgan frowned, his knuckles subconsciously tapped on the armrest, "That Zixi has been controlled." According to the patterns transmitted from the scene, it can basically be concluded that it is some kind of summoning circle. But what is the one to be called? ”

He took the picture of the monster from Moxiso's hand, "Is this thing?" ”

"Dead Bird ......"

Morgan turned his head and looked at Poson, who had just spoken, and asked, "How do you know?" ”

"His teacher is the old pedant." Moxiso explained. "That old guy originally wanted to come over in person, but I was afraid that he would not be able to bear the mental pollution and die suddenly on the spot. Just let him find someone to come over and have a look, and tell him about it when the time comes."

"No wonder." Morgan thoughtfully said, "I'll sign a non-disclosure agreement myself, well, don't tell anyone about tonight except your teacher." ”

"Okay." Poson nodded.

"Let's go ahead and talk about this dead bird."

"The Death Bird is a sacred creature that exists in the Cult of Death." Poson put the holographic screen in front of the four people, enlarged the photo, pointed to the three-headed strange bird called the death bird and said, "According to all the ancient books we have excavated so far, the call of the death bird has a certain deterrent effect. It is worth noting that the lower body of the half-dead bird appears to be some kind of tentacle, and it is not confirmed whether it is poisonous or not. ”

Mosin shrugged, "Just a broken bird?" ”

"No, there should be bigger fish." Moxiso's pale mask swayed from side to side, "According to intelligence, that kind of altar, at least bishop-level." The Half-Dead Bird is supposed to be just a convoy. ”

"Can little Furlong handle it?" Mosin touched his prickly hand. "It doesn't look like the kind of thing that is easy to handle, if you want me to say, let's just follow the usual procedure and directly cannon the."

Moxiso sneered, "You can not have confidence in Fran, but do you think that it will take me more than ten years to research a garbage armor that even a mere bishop can't handle?" ”

"Uh......"

Mosin coughed dryly. I was about to say something, but I heard Moxiso's words change sharply, and suddenly said: "But in the hands of Fran, it seems that it really can't be done......"

Fran sighed softly, "So can you tell me what my mission is this time?" ”

Morgan stood up, stretched his somewhat stiff body, and dragged a free holographic screen, and after docking the terminal, the interlaced twin swords of the Inquisition appeared on it, and rows of documents with top-secret symbols in the upper right corner were opened.

"In short, this mission is a combat exercise, targeting a group of cultists who call themselves Die-Believers, and the church they belong to is called the Cult of Death. As for the Holy Cult of Death, it is a declining church in Orin itself. It is speculated to be related to the fall of a lost civilization, whose divine nature is unknown. There is a well-established division between the planes, and according to the degree of strength gained by the faith, they divide the followers into shallow believers, believers, priests, bishops, and finally dependents. ”

"At the stage of shallow believers, believers can listen to the gospel of the gods they believe in, and above believers, they can borrow the power of their belief in gods. As for the priests and bishops, in addition to listening to the gospel, they can also communicate with the gods they believe in to a certain extent. As for the dependents, they are the darlings of the gods. ”

Morgan clicked on a file and enlarged a few of the photographs, which were of a group of people kneeling on the ground beside a filthy altar of prayer.

"The Dead Believers have been active in the shadowy corners of Orin, and three days ago they had made sacrifices to their god at an altar of seventy-six innocent deaths in a suburban village, and from the traces left at the scene, it seemed that some high being had given them orders. The people of the Inquisition had located their presence one day after their departure. They were found in an empty warehouse in the abandoned factory. ”

Zooming in on another image, pointing to a brand-new altar, "Based on the analysis of the last images from before the drone swarm was shot down, it seems that the Dead Believer was trying to summon something in Olin City." Your task today is to cut this thing down after it has arrived. ”

"Okay." Fran nodded.

Looking at Fran's serious appearance, Moxisol scoffed, "Don't be so confident, little ghost, I don't want to have to pull you out of the feast with a small spoon." ”

Fran smiled wryly and did not answer.

"Seriously, if you want me to say, it's better to do the same way as before, a few fire cloud bullets will be smashed down, and that bullshit altar will be raised along with that stupid believer." Mosin waved his hand with a big grin, "Isn't this much more reliable than sending a stinky little kid to single-handedly take on a group of cultists?" ”

Moxiso scoffed again, "I thought so too, but unfortunately, some old guy is confused and has to watch a good show." ”

Morgan smiled wryly and stiffly changed the subject.

"Don't worry too much." He patted Fran on the shoulder, "You walk in, get into a fight, and then you press the distress button when you can't hold on......"

"Then one hundred and eighty Vulcan wheels in heavy armor will break through the door and snatch you from the monsters." Mosin winked at Fran.

"And then let a little kid with a blank face come out with a bunch of big guys on his shoulders?" Moxiso got up and straightened his white robe, "That's all the fun." ”

He looked at Fran, who was a little stunned, "Go and prepare, the relevant information has been sent to your terminal." There are a lot of people looking at this this time, don't lose the face of the precision gear. ”

Fran nodded slightly, stood up, and walked to another room on the side, led by Sato, who had come up at some point.

Poson stood in place, hesitated for a while, and did not follow, but just stood quietly aside, uploading the urgently imported data from the terminal to the temporary command platform in different categories.

Mosin stood up, stretched his bear-like body, and looked at Poison with some strange looks, as if he had some impression. But seeing Posen's busy appearance, he didn't bother.

Just push open the door and look up at the sky, the low humming sound of the drone swarm is densely scattered throughout the dusk, like a wild goose returning home. In a few hours, when the ritual time comes, hideous monsters and equally hideous armor will be fighting each other on this abandoned battlefield.

And the big men, all holding goblets, behind the layers of spiritual curtains, like the nobles of ancient Rome, condescendingly and indifferently looking down on the wailing, blood and death.