A roaring tremor sounded, and at some point, the feast of dancing outside the car had stopped, and the originally smooth marble floor had also been transformed back into a broken paved gravel pavement after the spell dissipated. Scarlet blood slowly spread through the gaps between the rubble. The heavy footsteps of the motorized armor sounded, and a figure sped through the eaves with some special motorized device.

An impenetrable net has spread out in this quiet alley of the lower town. But the initiator, or the culprit, the old butler, did not show any panic, but looked at the inquisitors in the trench coats of the Inquisition who kept appearing from all corners with admiration.

As the roar of the Crystal Engine approached, a well-equipped tactical squad moved vigilantly from the intersection with gloomy faces. When he saw the terrifying scene on the street in front of him, the commander of the leader obviously jumped out of the corner of his eye, with a gesture. As the team tapped on the interactive screen on their wrists, a special full-coverage shield of precision gear extended from their combat suits, enveloping their fragile bodies to prevent them from being eroded by residual contamination.

They formed a defensive formation and gradually advanced towards the limousine. Until this time, Fran still did not see the roaring mobile armor, obviously due to the special period at this time, the mobile armor is inconvenient to appear in front of some distinguished guests, but as a deterrent weapon, quietly observing this place in a shadowy corner, but whenever there is any movement, the huge power of the magic crystal engine is enough to support him to break through any obstacle that stands in his way, and plunge the giant sword into the enemy's skull.

At least, that's what Franna's death warning told him as he kept chilling down his spine. There may have been only one combat squad in fragile armor and ridiculously cautious at this point, but there must have been more than one sniper or sniper armor in the corner staring at the limousine through the scope.

The so-called reaction force is just a bait on the surface, and if you are willing to stop being questioned and accept punishment, one reaction force is enough.

However, if you want to put up a defense, the Olin plane's unique mobile armor will teach the sneaky strangers a lesson in etiquette.

This was a death order issued from above before the Plane Exchange began.

"Is it so responsive?" The old butler honked his horn a few times, and the commander of the rapid reaction force watched carefully, and after a few moments in front of the sign of a certain keel cross, he waved his hand and motioned for his companion to stand back, and he bowed forward alone, knocking on the window.

The old butler pressed the button, the window slowly lowered, and the commander bowed slightly.

"Hello sir, could you please give a reasonable explanation of what is happening here"

deliberately accentuated the tone of the word reasonable, as if as long as the explanation given by the old butler was reasonable enough, it didn't matter if it was the truth or not.

"The video automatically recorded by the limousine has been sent to your terminal, but it is recommended that you watch it after you have done a good job of protection to avoid unnecessary injury." The old butler said with a smile, judging the same as the previous crazy appearance. "Probably what happened was that a group of small-sighted Downtown gangsters wanted to hijack our limousine. But before I can cause further damage, I'm afraid of hurting the young master I serve, so I've used some unkind abilities, and I'll go to the Inquisition to be punished after getting him safely to the Norton Pavilion. ”

"Okay, thanks for the suggestion. After review, we will let you know if you need to go to the Inquisition to be punished. The commander paused, "Also, I would venture to ask, is the honorable gentleman in your car a Viscount of Wild Hunt?" ”

The old butler bowed, "Yes, may I ask what is the matter with you?" ”

"No offense, just a temporary expression of gratitude to Viscount Wild Hunt on behalf of all the Inquisitors of the Inquisition."

The old butler turned his head, looked at Fran, who was frowning and a little puzzled, and explained, "Young Master, Wild Hunt is your title, it has come down a few days ago, and it was personally selected for you by His Majesty." ”

Fran stretched out his hand to lower the window, but hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open and walking down. The Commander looked at the purple-eyed young man who pushed the door and got out of the car, his thin body looking like a fragile sheep in front of the Inquisitors.

"Why thank me?"

The young man's calm and cold voice rang out, pulling the commander's somewhat distant thoughts back to the chaotic path.

"That night, we stood outside the curtain." The commander bowed slightly, obviously more sincere than before, "If it weren't for you, maybe the tragic situation of Chewing Night would be repeated......"

Fran was silent and did not speak, he looked at the members of the rapid reaction team who were also slightly bowed in the distance in a bit of a dazed way, and he was a little confused.

"But I'm a demon......

As if hearing some joke, the commander burst out laughing, and in the midst of the laughter, he spoke, "The world is afraid of fear and evil, but only the Inquisition does not. ”

He saluted and left.

There is still a lot of work to be done, and to be honest, if it weren't for the notes specially marked by the command center, he probably wouldn't have brought so many brothers and ran to Xiacheng with a bitter haha.

It's just an energy fluctuation, and it doesn't affect any major things, and during this period of exhaustion and extreme lack of manpower, such a slight energy fluctuation is no longer within the scope of the Inquisition's response. What's more, it's still in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere.

But when it was learned that Constantine's keel crosscar had just pulled into the secluded path not long ago, countless physically and mentally exhausted inquisitors struggled to get up from the ground and rushed towards the inconspicuous path from all corners of Olympia.

And this irrational behavior, which is constantly rebuked by the command center, is only because there is a young man sitting in the limousine. A young man standing in front of them, wielding a knife at the gods.

"Incredible, right?" The old butler looked at Fran, who was a little stunned after getting into the car, and said with a smile, "Young master, have you forgotten that the Inquisition Bureau is the closest ordinary person to us monsters?" ”

Fran was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he reacted, "You mean ......"

"They are more polluted than those who are tired of fearing us......" said the old butler, starting the car and honking his horn rather childishly as he passed by the Rapid Reaction Force, enjoying a kind of fierce man's gaze, "As some of the books of the Lost Civilization of the Orin Plane say, when you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares at you. ”