Will Rebecca be the sacrifice they prepared? Griffith used the insight crystal and his own low inspiration to examine it, and found that she had good mental power, but there was nothing abnormal about her. Regarding the psychic ripples, the body and
The analysis of mental traits is a profound knowledge, and Homemon Watts has offered a three-semester course. It is not something he can tell by just looking at it.
All in all, let's take Rebecca back and keep her there, and then conduct a careful investigation.
The Mage Tower is a mess, with police and city defense troops coming from the town and city walking around, as well as some clerks and citizens who come to do business. Like the Holy Grace Church, this is the stronghold of the Extraordinary and is directly responsible for the urban area and the port.
related matters.
Sergeant Major Finland was in the hall exchanging the search situation with everyone. Hanami's memorial ceremony was approaching, but so many things happened, the local security forces were somewhat stretched.
"Find a comfortable place for this lady, I have something to ask her," Griffith waved to the sergeant major, "How is the Khamis you just captured?"
"It's definitely not an ordinary thing," Finland pointed to the cell upstairs. "His wounds heal very quickly, but his rank is only Sequence 9. He must have some dark magic secrets in him."
"We need to strengthen our vigilance," Griffith glanced at the mage tower where people were coming and going. "Where are the stationed mage, the ensign and the others?"
Amber was leaning on a lounge chair not far away, eating a sandwich, and muttered:
"The resident mage has gone to see off Senator Milovan Neville. The ensign is at the city hospital to get a confessional. I will return to the Holy Grace Church in a moment and be on duty there."
"Have you ever interrogated that guy named Khamis?"
"The Master asked, and said that when you come back, you will be asked whether you have conducted inappropriate torture, and you will be asked to submit a process report on how to obtain information about the cultists' dens," the Finnish sergeant major handed over a few pages of records from across the table.
"I didn't ask anything. Khamis slowly told me which small city-state in the east he came from, that he was a believer in the Creator, and a bunch of other things."
Griffith took the record and flipped through it. The interrogation record was very simple.
In the absence of appropriate channels, the interrogation must abide by the rules of investigation, and the confessional agent must also follow procedures. The first round of interrogation is often just a formality. The second round of interrogation will be very important, and as soon as the preparations are ready, we must start to get to the bottom of the matter.
At such a critical time, the resident mage still has to go see off the congressman?
"That's all? Did you interrogate them together?"
"The resident mage was with me, and I took the notes," said Finland. "Hamis started to vomit blood in the middle of the process. I went to call the doctor. I went out for two minutes. When I came back, I didn't ask any more questions. The resident mage said that this was just a waste of time.
, let the second lieutenant mix the confessional."
Well... Griffith was silent for a while, sat down next to Amber who was having dinner, and looked at her unfocused.
"Would you like to eat?" The trainee investigator looked at Griffith, then at the half-bitten sandwich in her hand and handed it over.
"What kind of person is Senator Milovan Neville?" Griffith asked thoughtfully.
"What do you want to say~ An old man, said to be Sequence 6 and knows our principal, but he looks old and weak," Amber said, rubbing the ends of her hair, "He is just like other mage masters.
Interested in his own research and knowledge, he collected many strange things and had a big shelf.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with him?"
"He was one of the passengers on the Equinox, how could he have no involvement," Griffith said. "Which department will be responsible for investigating him?"
"The Central Bureau of Investigation has a special extraordinary person investigation department," Amber waved his hand, "Don't think about it, his identity is not just a Sequence 6 extraordinary person, he is also a well-known scholar, a noble parliamentarian, and a noble person in the kingdom.
One of the figures, such a person will not have contact with us at the grassroots level."
I understand this. As long as Quaxor doesn't ride on his face, this big shot may not come to help even if he sees the people on the Equinox dying.
Griffith nodded: "Why did the resident mage go to see him off? He doesn't look like such a considerate person."
"Maybe I'm curious like you and want to see if I can find out some clues," Amber clapped her hands and stood up, "I'm going to work the night shift at the Holy Grace Church, and I'll leave the Mage Tower to you and the Sergeant Major.
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…
Not long after Amber left, the wind started blowing outside the window.
"Is there going to be a heavy rain?" Finland ran over and closed the door, "Just rest in the tower. Do you need to tell your family?"
Griffith is not very worried about the safety of the Elodie family. Dr. Zion once taught at Homemonworth. Even if he is only a scholar who does not participate in the battle, he is still a scholar who can teach at Homemonworth.
After a while, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and the strong wind and heavy rain crackled on the glass windows.
Griffith walked around the interrogation room. The captured Khamis was frightened when he saw him, but kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
Griffith began to use torture to extract confessions again, but with the local Beyonders and others around, he did not dare to be rude.
"Nothing gained!" Finland leaned back on the rocking chair and swayed. "The ensign will bring veritaserum later. With just a small sip, Khamis will even remember the color of his underwear last week."
Griffith nodded and took a sip of the cold water. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the astrologers did not say in the morning that there would be a thunderstorm today.
"Did Miss Rebecca say something?"
"I told you a lot, and it seems quite honest," Finland nodded, "I come from the eastern city-state of Petra, my date of entry, my family situation, etc., but there is no supporting evidence, and my luggage was stolen."
Griffith took a deep look at Finland, poured two glasses of hot water, and asked for two sandwiches, preparing to ask himself.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't look at me like that!" Finland yelled, "I think the attitude is pretty good. There was no torture or forced confession. The little girl seemed to have spoken voluntarily!"
The night sky was suddenly illuminated like daylight, and thunder and lightning vented their anger toward the earth, almost splitting it apart.
Then, bursts of thunder rolled over, and streaks of lightning struck everyone's hearts like they would never stop, making people shudder.
"This lightning is a bit weird," Griffith came to the window and looked at the rainy night that seemed like daylight. "Why do I feel like they are all striking at the same place."
"How is that possible?" Finland shook his head, "But I have never seen such terrible thunder and lightning this season. Our mage tower will not be demolished!"
The lightning and thunder that shook the earth were followed by an even more violent downpour. The sound of the rain was like a drum beat, and even the people in the room had no idea what they were talking about.
"Stay alert," Griffith said. "Everyone armed. I have a bad feeling about it."
…
After about a quarter of an hour, the rain gradually slowed down.
Just when everyone was preparing to leave while the rain subsided, terrifying thunder burst open the door of the mage tower, and a two-meter-tall man walked in with his head held high.
He has short blond hair, a handsome and resolute face, and his eyes are staring straight ahead, as if nothing in the world can shake his heart. The strong muscles on his burly body are bulging, and they are more upright than a perfect sculpture.
Handsome. Dozens of people in the mage tower looked at him sideways. The soldiers, clerks and stranded civilians present looked at him with surprise, envy or greed. They were so shocked that they couldn't look away.
He has no clothes on!
The majestic symbol of masculinity and rock-like muscles advanced through the crowd. The men all moved away in shame.
His steady footsteps walked across the solid wood floor, making a rumbling sound, just like a man and a horse in armor stepping on it, which was as scary as a horse.
Everyone was stunned for a moment as they looked at him, hesitating whether they should blow the siren and swarm over to take the man away.
Judging from the muscles and body shape, it is obvious that he has undergone rigorous training. His face is as strong as a soldier but his behavior is abnormal. Is he a soldier who has been traumatized by the battlefield? Griffith quickly made a portrait of the naked man in his mind and classified him.
Classified as mentally ill.
Finland looked at Griffith, then shouted to the man, "Hey! Man, you look good at your job, but you're worse than me."
The naked blond man looked at Finland expressionlessly, as if looking at a steak: "Where is Hamis?"
"What?"
"Tell me the location of Khamis, immediately," the naked blond man said with such irresistible majesty that everyone present thought they had heard wrong.
"Stand there, raise your hands! Are you one of the cultists?" Griffith shouted, and he had already pulled out a throwing gun and held it in his hand.
Before he finished speaking, the sergeant major suddenly screamed and flew away from him, smashing a table and chairs with a "boom".
"Where is Hamis?" The strange man knocked the sergeant major away with a charge, and asked Griffith in a smooth and powerful voice.
The city defense troops present showed their weapons one after another. The blond cultist suddenly turned around and grasped a pillar, exerting force with both hands. The pillar and the hall trembled, shaking off countless dust and gravel.
"What are you going to do?!"
"stop!"
There were shouts in the hall. Griffith didn't ask any questions, and the armor-piercing spear shot away, nailing the cultist man's chest. The giant man was knocked back two steps, but he turned a blind eye to the fatal injury.
, use both hands to pull the column directly from the ground.
"Wow - ah!" The city defense troops present fled away. A large piece of the second floor floor lost its support and collapsed directly.
"Attack!" Griffith roared, "Send the alarm, we need support!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cultists were already waving the pillars in their hands and striding over. Wherever they went, people, furniture, and floors were all scattered, and screams continued one after another.
Griffith watched as the giant man rushed towards him, grabbed a bottle of secondary deceleration potion and smashed it to the ground. The cultist immediately fell into the deceleration effect.
His second throwing spear had already been thrown. This blow penetrated the cultist's waist and abdomen, but it still could not stop him.
Not only could it not be stopped, the man only spurted out a little black blood, which was completely unlike the reaction of a human being hit by a heavy projectile gun.
This thing is not a human! Is it a puppet?
Before Griffith could fire his third shot, a pillar roared towards him. He hurriedly dodged to the side, and with just such a slight delay, the cultist had already rushed out of the deceleration range and punched him.
.
"Bang!"
Griffith recalled the experience of being severely beaten by the ghost of Illya Lentilus in the ruins of the Whispering Forest. He felt that all the bones in his body were screaming, and he flew out.
"Clang!" "Meow——!"
Before passers-by could see clearly what happened, several city defense troops were thrown out of the main entrance of the Mage Tower and fell into the alley across the street. Several frightened wild cats screamed from the darkness and jumped into the side.
garbage can.
Passers-by a street away could hear a crackling sound coming from the Mage Tower, followed by bursts of screams and calls for help, as well as continuous police whistles. Rebecca, stranded people
He swarmed out of the gate with the swarms of city defenders, like rats on a sinking ship.
The terrifying cultist dragged a tall soldier as a weapon and strode towards the prison cell on the second floor. Everywhere he went, the city defense troops who blocked him flew out like rag dolls.
"Stop, you bastard!" Finland shouted angrily and rushed out. He drooped one arm and held a heavy crossbow in the other hand, pointing at the naked man and yelling.
"Stop, don't move! Don't move! You, don't come over, ah——!"
The cultist caught a crossbow shot with his body, kicked the sergeant away, and walked straight to the second floor without caring.
Griffith staggered out of the ground. He was knocked seven or eight meters away and rolled several times on the ground before hitting the corner.
It hurt, it hurt like hell! Griffith's mouth twitched with pain after being hit so hard. His bones were probably broken in three or four places, and bruises and abrasions were all over his body.
But he still chased after him and watched as the cultists came to the door of Khamis' cell.
"Come and save me, Lord Apostle," Khamis shouted from the cell, "I'm here."
"Are you Khamis?" The naked man who was called the apostle broke open the bars of the cell with his bare hands and took Khamis out.
"That's right, Lord Apostle," the captured cultist burst into tears of gratitude, "I didn't expect to trouble you all."
"Believer Khamis," the naked man held Khamis' head with his generous palms, "The Creator thanks you for your service."
There was just a click, and Hamis's head was twisted in a full circle in front of Griffith.
Griffith gritted his teeth not far away and took out the siren from his clothes and blew it hard.
"Beep——!"
The sharp whistle broke the tranquility of the night, and a shout came from the distance.
The cult apostle didn't care about this, his throat was squirming, and then he vomited an egg-sized ball from his mouth, stuffed it into Hamis's mouth that could not be closed, and threw it back into the cell.
After doing all this, the naked man turned around and walked downstairs. He punched Griffith who blocked the way and threw the third bullet. The latter rolled down the second floor like a rubber ball and kept rolling.
We didn't stop until we reached the entrance of the Mage Tower.
The cult apostle passed over the trainee knight whose mouth was full of blood and walked outside without looking back.
With the rapid sound of horse hooves, Lieutenant Scholz, the agent, galloped from the corner of the street. He was riding a handsome black horse, wearing iron armor and holding a sword, roaring like a storm on the sea.
Come.
"Second Lieutenant, be careful of this man!" Griffith was lying on the ground at the door, his mouth full of blood, pointing at the enemy who was slowly walking out of the mage tower, "His power is amazing."
Skoltz looked at the messy mage tower in surprise, and then at Griffith, who was wearing double armor and his face was covered with blood. He drew his sword and shouted, "Put up your hands and kneel on the ground! In our Nao
Perlis Island, whoever dares to provoke the official Beyonders, ugh——!”
The terrifying cult apostle rushed towards the tall and armored Second Lieutenant Scholz and gave him a head-on blow. The second lieutenant flew backwards and hit the wall behind him, and he fainted.
Damn it, what kind of monster is this, a Sequence 6 Extraordinary? Why did it appear here without any sign? I need reinforcements, I need Extraordinary commandos, I need artillery, I need a fleet to kill this monster!
Griffith blew the police whistle frantically, wanting to call all the armed forces in the sea area over.
The cult apostle stretched out his hand to take the lieutenant's war horse, and jumped up. The horse immediately stood up and jumped wildly on the spot. His steel-like limbs quickly curbed the horse's madness and firmly controlled it under his crotch.
Then, on his trembling horse, he cast his gaze at Griffith, who was blowing the police whistle frantically, and his eyes were as frightening as the red moon of calamity.
He said stiffly with an emotionless voice:
"See you later, honey."
After saying this, the mysterious apostle crossed his legs and rode away on the lieutenant's horse.
An earth-shaking explosion suddenly erupted from the upper level of the mage tower, and the entire spire was blown away in the explosion. Griffith was buried in the overwhelming rubble and dust.