In the Backlund Bridge area, several older residential buildings have collapsed and sunk into deep caves. Only a small part of the rubble can be vaguely seen on the surface.
Around the cave, a group of men and women wearing black coats or dark jackets were busy running around, setting up cordons and rescuing the wounded from the cave.
The "Mechanical Heart" who arrived immediately had already used a level 1 sealed object to create a huge illusion barrier, blocking the real crime scene. In the eyes of the outside crowd, they were just a group of people wearing white clothes.
Public officials in coats and police uniforms.
Ikanser Bernard, the senior deacon of the "Heart of Machinery", looked at the rescued victims who were buried shallowly near the cave entrance and the rock wall. His brows were knitted together, and the expression on his face was gloomy and terrifying.
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He looked at the seven or eight corpses displayed in front of him, as well as the seriously injured people further away who had been judged to be severely disabled. He couldn't help but feel anxious and angry, and he scratched his already messy fluffy brown hair with his hand.
This is the capital of Loen, the capital of Mandu, Backlund. No one would have thought that such a bad case would happen.
Fortunately, most of the members of the "Machine Heart" were underground in the church just now, so they could quickly gather their strength and go to the location of the incident.
But no one expected that even though they immediately activated the first-level sealed object after receiving the warning and completed the blockade as quickly as possible, many people still saw the "giant sword" disappearing into the sky.
There is no way they can erase the memories of half the city!
Moreover, Archbishop Horamik said that the battles taking place here were at least angel-level... Ikanser subconsciously glanced at the deep cave, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Thankfully, the archbishop stopped us from going deep into the hole to rescue people immediately, and did not alert us to possible contamination. Otherwise, the number of wounded here would have doubled at least." Ikanse thought solemnly.
Woo!
Accompanied by a huge gush of steam, a turbulent air current pushed up a figure and flew up from the ground at high speed.
Soon the figure stopped at the edge of the pothole away from the crowd, revealing his figure. He was a kind old man wearing a light gray soft hat and a white priest's robe.
He gradually walked out of the steam, and the black air outlet behind him also retracted into his body.
This is the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery and former member of the Council of Gods, Horamik Haydn.
When Ikanser saw the archbishop returning from the underground, he immediately ran over and reported the situation on the surface:
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, of the eleven victims we just found on the edge of the landslide, only three were rescued and their lives were saved. The remaining eight were all killed."
"Moreover, although we have used illusions to hide the situation at the scene, there was too much movement before. The 'giant sword' was witnessed by at least half of Backlund's people. I am afraid that the work of clearing the memory will not proceed smoothly." Yi
Conser paused and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty the Archbishop, was the collapse here really caused by the battle of angels?"
Horamik looked at Ikonser, whose expression was slightly distorted by anxiety, and sighed slowly:
"I can't confirm that there is no longer any pollution left underground, and it can even be called peaceful. However, the results of the divination cannot give an answer, and I can only feel that it is very strange."
Ikanser breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and then seemed to be caught in a huge tangle. He held it in for a long time before speaking out what was in his mind:
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, do you need to activate 2-111?"
Horamik thought for a while, shook his head and rejected the proposal, and just ordered:
"No need, I will report this matter directly to the Holy Church. You can now start rescuing the victims deep in the cave. Sealed objects are allowed to be used and we will try our best to ensure that more survivors are rescued."
Ikonser took a breath, no longer nervous, and responded randomly:
"yes."
............
Above the everlasting gray fog, in a grand palace that should be empty and resembles a giant's residence, at the top of the long bronze table where Klein usually sits, a figure made of pure crimson light is standing prominently.
sit there.
Suddenly, the gray fog that was originally calm and floating suddenly began to boil, and the magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence also trembled.
The crimson stars in the dome, far or near, have changed their arrangement, forming strange constellations that symbolize different meanings, seeming to echo some existence in reality.
Circles of ripples rippled in the center of the mottled and simple bronze long table, and a black shadow flew out from the colorless circle of light, spread out in the air, and "spit" out the two groups of different colors that had just been contained.
Stars".
The black shadow stretched out in the air, revealing its entire body, which was exactly the dark and smooth "curtain" that appeared before.
It swirled in the air, connected to each other at the end, and folded into a hooded jet black robe. It suddenly fell from the air and landed on the crimson figure sitting at the top of the long bronze table.
As the "curtain robe" tightens and wraps, the shadow under the hood combines with the illusive crimson light, outlining a soft face that seems to be shrouded in shadow.
He gently pressed his wrist, and the two clusters of stars that were either hiding starlight or blue and clear stars floating on the long bronze table suddenly exploded and flew to both sides of the mottled long table.
The two groups of light with different shapes elongated strangely and reorganized to form the two angels that were previously rolled up by the "curtain", Roman Ambrosius and Edmund Jason.
They were not frightened by the strange scene. Instead, they carefully determined the state of the gray fog. After confirming that it was correct, they quickly stood up and saluted respectfully:
"Welcome back, my lord."
Now sitting at the head of the long bronze table is the great being they have been serving for a long time, the "God of Mystery" who has existed since the beginning of the Second Age.
"Secret" didn't say much, just nodded slightly, as if it was just a trivial matter.
He looked at the two angels in front of him, glanced over their bodies, and said softly:
"You can report to me the recent situation and what you are each responsible for. I have spent most of my time recently on a stable state and do not have much experience in exploring changes in the outside world."
Ambrosius, who had been simulating the ability of the "audience" and observing the "secret" behavior, was the first to answer:
"I followed your order. After Roselle's 'fall', I began to monitor the Tamara family hiding in the Hornakis Mountains and observe the activities of the 'Uncertain Mist' until it passed through another arrangement.
I controlled a demigod from the Witch Sect and fled with a level 0 sealed object corresponding to the 'Planeswalker', so I left the Honakis Mountains."
"But as a result, you have also seen that he has swallowed up the 'planeswalker' characteristic and has the prerequisite to plan disasters in the dark." Ambrosia paused and said in combination, "I think he may still be pursuing integrity.
, hiding in Backlund this time, is also coveting several of Roen's 'Judge' path angel-level characteristics."
"I think that after this failure, He may take action against Bernadette who holds the 'Wishing Magic Lamp'. Although this cannot intuitively help him increase his strength in reality, perhaps he can take this opportunity to
The magic lamp is sent back to the starry sky." After saying this, Ambrosius put one hand on his chest and bowed to the "Mystery" at the top of the long table.
"Mystery", whose face was shrouded in shadow, pondered quietly for a while, nodded, and looked to another place, silently worsening the gray fog in front of him.
Edmund Jason, who had always dared not look directly at the "secret" because of his "peeping eyes", raised his head, sat up slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Since the 'fall' of Russell, the Twilight Hermits seem to have accelerated their intervention and leadership in the times. Especially after the current king of Loen, George III, was crowned, Loen has stepped up the pace of social reform. In terms of social customs and
There have been breakthroughs in political models.
"Especially in the past two years, the Loen royal family has seized the crown of the Balan Eggers family. I think George III has plans to proclaim himself emperor in the past two years, so as to replace Roselle and aspire to the throne of the 'Black Emperor'."
"There may be a war breaking out in the near future." Edmund put one hand on his chest and saluted, "The above are all my speculations based on the investigation."
"Ha, if the Loen royal family succeeds, the Fifth Epoch may suddenly have two more true gods in normal condition." "Secret", who had been silent before and was thinking seriously, suddenly laughed.
He leaned back on the chair and muttered to himself as if dreaming:
"My current state is not enough to complete the ritual. Oh, the Outer Gods, Chike, and the Hidden Sage will not want me to become the 'Fool', and even the three gods of the 'Almighty' path will not support me...
.”
He sighed, and the everlasting gray fog around him seemed to fluctuate slightly with his mood. He said in a steady tone:
"Don't tell Goshinam about my return yet. Keep the elves secret. From today on, you will try to increase my anchor and expand my influence in reality, in the name of 'The Fool'."
After saying that, "Secret" waved his hands, seeming to express his fatigue.
The two angels immediately stood up, and before the connection between themselves and Origin Castle was severed, they bowed and said:
"Your will is my will."
............
Silently, the shadow under a streetlight in the East District stretched strangely, became twisted and sticky, and the figures of Ambrosius and Edmund reappeared in Backlund.
The workers who had just finished work on the road seemed not to have seen all this, dragging their tired pace, one by one, in groups, a torrent of navy blue and black gray, slowly flowing past the two angels.
The clean white gold-rimmed white robe and the gorgeous black formal suit are like isolated islands in the waves, with bright and dim contrast forming a sharp contrast.
Edmund looked at the numb, lifeless flow of people surrounding him, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"The cradle of filth and corruption, this is simply my 'paradise'."
He shook his head and asked casually without waiting for Ambrosius to make any expression:
"Are you still going to stay here?"
Ambrosius looked at the rumbling factory in the distance and spewed smoke, and said in a vague voice:
"There are too many secrets buried here, and there are too many dangers hidden. Moreover, fate is also guiding me to stay, suggesting that I have to wait for a variable that can resolve the disaster."
"How come you are more 'sage' than me..." Edmund couldn't help laughing, "By the way, before coming to Backlund, I smelled the smell of the abyss. Those lingering 'demons' seemed to
We must also start taking action through the trend caused by Him.”
His figure gradually blurred, sinking bit by bit into the information that was constantly flowing around him, and his voice gradually became distant:
"Being able to witness the Lord's awakening this time shows that being with you is not always unpleasant."
When Ambrosius listened to his old friend's teasing, a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously, and he immediately erased his figure.
"The kid from the fourth era..."
The passing workers seemed to have heard something and looked back. After finding no one there, they turned back numbly and merged into the endless "torrent".