Three Annihilation cultists disguised as priests of the Church of Death launched a surprise attack, and the surrounding guards in black came to support them. More than a dozen sewage treatment center staff members fought against the guards. All of this happened almost at the same time.
A shocking fact was revealed - the entire sewage treatment center had been completely eroded and replaced.
No wonder there is no pollution reaction in the sewage sedimentation tank and various pipes. The "elements" that escaped through the sewers seem to have evaporated - they have already established their nests, right under the noses of the city-state authorities and the church.
But there are still countless mysteries. Why can the Annihilation cultists who follow the Holy Lord Netherworld call the name of the God of Death? How can those "fake products" disguised as employees of the processing center hide from their own perception? Where have the real employees here gone?
?
But reality did not give Agatha much time to think and deduce all this.
The Dark Hound's extremely corrosive and impactful dark breath roared in. The dirty energy group almost brushed Agatha's hair and flew back. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated a pillar next to the sedimentation tank, and the smoke and dust
The mental erosion released by the jellyfish constantly attacked her thinking, making her movements sluggish and her thinking slowed down. The pale woman who coexisted with the cat-shaped demon raised her finger in the distance, and countless vertical and horizontal lines appeared around Agatha.
Intersecting blood stains - a piece of her clothes passed by those blood stains, and the clothes at the intersection were instantly broken down into dust.
This is a well-premeditated trap. No wonder these heretics gather here to be "inspected" - are they actually planning to kill the church's gatekeeper?
"Whimsical."
Agatha said lightly and tapped the ground with her cane.
The tip of the stick lightly collided with the ground, making a loud noise like thunder, and then there were layers of illusory ripples spreading from the tip of the stick to the surroundings. In just a moment, everything around became quiet, and the entire environment around the sedimentation tank
The entire space fell into darkness, and everything in sight was dyed gray and pitch black. The fighting black-clothed guards and "fake" were still in thin air. There was only a pale glow coming from the distant doors, windows, and unknown places on the roof.
It spills into the room through the cracks that appear at times, making everything in sight appear shadowy.
In the spirit world, Agatha held her eyeball with her left hand and "looked" at the three Annihilation cultists not far away who were also in a state of stillness.
Beside them, the symbiotic deep demon's body was undulating with black flames. In the world composed of black and white, the flames burned quietly, and the smoke slowly rose like a slow-motion picture.
Agatha raised her cane and waved it gently in the air.
The pale and dark space suddenly shook, and the projections of the black-clothed guards who were fighting instantly disappeared into the spiritual world. She raised her left hand, and only the three Annihilation cultists and the ones behind them were left in the range under her eyes.
A dozen twisted fakes formed from "elements".
"Feast," Agatha said softly.
The beings in the spiritual world became restless. The shadows lurking in the cracks of the world received the invitation and permission of the gatekeeper. In just a moment, they appeared on the ground around the sedimentation tank, on nearby walls, on pipes, and even on high ceilings.
On the roof, countless thick or light shadows appeared on all the "surfaces" - those shadows were like cheering crowds or like a herd of animals. They gathered in groups and surged along the surfaces of all objects.
Then, swarm the enemies in Agatha's field of vision!
Everything in sight was covered with surging shadows. This scene made people feel numb. However, Agatha just watched all of this quietly. Her right eye opened calmly, without any emotion in it.
Her left eye was tightly closed, and in the palm of her left hand, the eyeball was constantly rotating, staring at any disturbance around her.
The surging shadows first surrounded those "fake products", and in the blink of an eye, they spread to those fake products like a rising tide, swallowing them up instantly, dissolving them, and making no sound.
The next second, the shadows rushed towards the three Annihilation Cultists and their symbiotic demons.
Those deep demons sensed danger.
A weird clicking sound came from the bodies of those demons and the chains on their bodies, and all the profound sounds
The flames on the demon's body suddenly trembled violently, and even the edges of the bodies of the Annihilation cultists showed strange tremors and blurred. In this realm where everything was still, they actually struggled to "live"!
The young man who lived in symbiosis with the smoke jellyfish was the first to regain his mobility. He suddenly broke free from the shackles of the spiritual world. The next second he instinctively looked up in the direction of Agatha.
At almost the same time, the skinny old man who lived with the Deep Hound also regained his mobility. He saw his companion's actions and immediately reminded loudly: "Don't look at the gatekeeper!"
However, his reminder came too late - the young cultist had completely turned his attention to the "triangular area" where Agatha was standing.
Agatha raised her left hand and held up her eyeball, presenting the eyeball in front of the young cultist as if she was offering her own eye.
The heretic's eyes widened, staring at the eyeball in Agatha's hand, as if his whole body was attracted by the eyeball - he stared at it absently, even intoxicated, and a trace of calmness gradually appeared on his face.
smile.
It was as if at this moment, he understood the true meaning of life and death, and found the entire meaning and answer of his life in this true meaning.
"Ah, how beautiful..."
He said softly, then smiled and slowly fell backwards, falling into the middle of the tide of shadows.
He and his deep demon were torn to pieces by endless shadows in an instant.
But just as the heretic fell, a weird scream came from not far away, and fierce wind pressure approached from the right. Agatha had to dodge slightly sideways, followed by an invisible blade.
Flying over her forehead, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the attack. The pale woman who coexisted with the cat-shaped demon was screaming towards her, her mouth opened like a twisted and torn alien, blasphemous.
The curse was compressed into a brief scream, and the next blade was rapidly taking shape.
On the other side, the deep hound was ready for the next breath attack.
Agatha seemed to completely ignore the deep hound and the skinny old man behind her. She just raised her cane and pointed it at the pale woman in front of her who had begun to mutate like a demon. At the same time, she raised her left hand high and raised her eyeballs again.
The pale woman subconsciously avoided the gaze of the eyeball in Agatha's hand - but what greeted her the next second was a dull gunshot.
The front end of Agatha's cane spit out dazzling fire, and a large-caliber silver bullet shattered the pale woman's head, which had been completely twisted and torn.
The next second, as the heretic's headless body fell down and was swallowed by the shadows, a ball of profound breath containing strong corrosive force also hit Agatha's back.
Black flames rose, smoke filled the air, and the impact breath released by the Deep Hound exploded behind the gatekeeper, and then quickly dissipated.
There wasn't a single scratch on Agatha's black coat.
She slowly turned her head and looked at the last remaining cultist, the skinny old man.
The latter's eyes widened, full of shock and horror.
"I thought you dared to set a trap, it must be a well-thought-out move after investigating the intelligence." Agatha looked at the last enemy calmly, "But looking at your expression, it doesn't seem like this - could it be said that you three
Just an outcast?"
The look of fear in the eyes of the last cultist became even more intense, and he was even more helpless in his fear.
Agatha noticed the change in the other person's eyes.
"Are you looking for this?" the young gatekeeper said calmly.
The next second, she suddenly opened her mouth - a ball of filthy breath containing violent corrosiveness instantly formed in front of her, and rushed towards it with exactly the same momentum and trajectory as when it hit her just now.
The mysterious hound beside the skinny old man!
The deep demon instinctively realized the danger, reacted almost instantly and dodged to the side. However, the deep breath that was returned by the original path suddenly changed its trajectory like a cannonball with eyes - it penetrated with incomparable precision.
In the head of the deep hound, after a short delay, the demon made of stacked bones exploded into pieces.
The skinny cultist who was symbiotic with the devil screamed in agony. Even though he was not attacked, he immediately curled up on the ground in pain, unable to get up.
Tide-like shadows rushed to his side in the blink of an eye, ready to continue the feast.
"Leave this to me," Agatha's voice sounded at this moment, and at the same time, the sound of the cane hitting the ground echoed around, "Leave."
The shadows in all directions suddenly became restless, and the overwhelming malice and chilling noises rolled like huge waves, invisibly impacting the entire space. Some shadows even faintly moved towards Agatha.
The expression on Agatha's face did not change. She just raised her cane and slammed it on the floor.
Another thunderous roar echoed throughout the space.
"roll."
After a moment of stillness and silence, all the shadows receded like a tide.