At the end of her field of vision, something strange at the intersection of the alley interrupted her random thoughts.
In that corner shrouded in darkness, masses of disgusting black matter were surging up. They seeped out from the nearby ground and wall surfaces, like thick grease overflowing from pipes, making a sticky and disgusting sound.
In the middle, a ball of mud-like material began to take on a human form almost in the blink of an eye, and cast a hostile look at Agatha.
"The ghost is really lingering..."
Agatha couldn't help but let out a sigh, but she didn't hesitate in her body movements at all - before the mud had time to completely condense, she had already raised her cane and pointed at the mass closest to her.
Pale flames ignited out of thin air, swallowing up the wriggling "elements" in an instant. The power of the cremation directly turned it into fly ash. The next second, another gray whirlwind rolled up in the alley, and the gray wind howled.
Passing through the humanoid fakes that were climbing up one by one, it seemed that they were being devoured and weathered with powerful force, turning them into dry and corroded dust.
However, more and more mud material is still seeping out from the nearby walls and ground, and more and more humanoid monsters appear at the intersection, blocking Agatha's movement.
The gray wind blew past, and Agatha's figure condensed in the wind. There was a hint of fatigue on her face, and after she sensed a strange smell that suddenly appeared in the mud, her eyes became even more solemn.
She looked towards the direction from which the breath came, and saw a "fake" made of elements that was rapidly squirming and mutating. Within a few seconds, the thing turned into a person with short blond hair and a white shirt.
A smiling young man in a black vest.
"Miss Gatekeeper, you have really good physical strength," the young man nodded slightly and said in a very polite tone, "I wonder if you are enjoying your exercise here?"
"If you want to exhaust me to death here through this attrition tactic, you are too naive." Agatha stared at another incarnation of the young man with cold eyes, calming down her breath, "Death is very important to me.
There is no point, I can still fight after death - the soul of the gatekeeper never tires, and you will always be found by me one day."
"Of course, of course, it's not that simple to really kill a Bartok saint," the young man laughed, with a bright smile. "I have never considered killing you. I just want to kill you."
It's enough to stay here as long as possible. These empty shells for you to kill are just for entertainment, for your entertainment when you are bored."
"Then the way you heretics treat guests is really unique," Agatha knew that the other party was using various methods to
She was trying to delay herself, but at least at this moment, she didn't mind saying a few more words to restore her strength, "I'm suddenly curious whether your true self is so leisurely now - I can feel that I am getting closer to you.
Every time I destroy a monster controlled by you, I can feel your location more clearly... How many places do you have left to hide?"
The smile on the blond young man's face finally froze for a moment, but it was only for a moment before he smiled happily again: "Ah, it seems that I overlooked it - Bartok's watchdog has always had a good reputation.
'Smell, how about we just make a bet?"
He raised a hand as if in a gesture of invitation.
"The bet is whether you find my true body first, or Hanshuang becomes the first earthly kingdom where the Holy Lord comes first - the bet is your soul, and the lives of everyone in Hanshuang..."
A pale flame exploded, and before the young man could finish his words, it suddenly swept through the position where he was standing. The next second, Agatha had turned into a howling gray wind, and this violent wind crashed into the intersection, and those fake freaks who had gathered together
They immediately rushed up and tried to stop the gray wind, but they all disintegrated and shattered under the power of the wind of death. In just a blink of an eye, the gray wind hit the blond young man who was surrounded by pale flames, knocking him to pieces.
It flew directly into a low wall on the opposite side of the street.
After a loud bang, the flames were blown away by the strong wind, and Agatha's figure emerged from the gray wind. She held her cane flat with her right hand, and the front end of the cane directly penetrated the chest of the blond young man, killing him.
Nailed on the wall.
"Sorry, I don't want to bet," Ah
Gaza looked into the other person's eyes, her eyes calm, "Clerics are prohibited from gambling."
"Interesting..." The cultist who was nailed to the wall with his cane twitched the corner of his mouth and said as dirty black mud overflowed from his mouth and nose. This body was dying quickly, but he seemed to have no fear or pain.
"I hope your calmness and confidence can last longer.
Life flowed from the body. The blond young man's body quickly disintegrated and melted, turning into a thick black substance that flowed down and quickly dried up as it landed on the ground. The remaining fake monsters under his control were all around.
They also stopped moving one after another and were reduced to piles of lifeless "elements".
Agatha pulled out her cane from the wall, shook the dirty substance on the end of the cane with some disgust, then calmly raised her head and looked in a certain direction in the upper city. Another incarnation was eliminated, and in the process of life passing by
, the bond established between the gatekeeper and the heretic hiding in the shadows is further strengthened.
It feels...closer.
"Calm and confident...I do always believe in myself..."
Agatha muttered to herself, then took a few deep breaths, supported her body with her cane, and slowly walked in the direction she felt. In a puddle behind her, there was a cluster of green firelight.
It was emerging from the reflection on the water, quietly lighting up the dim alley.
The puddles in the alley, the windows of nearby buildings, the metal lampposts of street lamps in the distance... all the smooth mirror surfaces reflected the tiny shadow of the flame.
The lights in the silent church were bright, and the sound of canes and heels tapping the ground broke the tranquility in the meditation church. A tall figure in black crossed the dark door and came to the black coffin.
"Next to the high platform.
Bishop Ivan's somewhat hoarse and old voice came from the coffin: "Agatha, you are back - how is the situation on the second waterway?"
"The first group of people have just arrived at the entrance to the west area, just cleaning the connecting shaft and saying, "You have to be patient, Bishop Ivan."
"Oh..." The voice in the coffin was silent for a moment, then asked, "How is the situation at the entrance to the West District?"
Agatha: "..."
After a moment, she sighed: "What else can happen to the underground facilities that have been abandoned for half a century? I mobilized twelve heavy machine guns and three steam walkers, and all the bullets were blessed with holy oil and flames.
There were one hundred and fifty fully armed Silent Monks to dispel the darkness there. The good news is that we have successfully installed electricity and lighting in the shaft. The next exploration may go a little smoother than expected - if we don't encounter
If there are more collapses and poisonous gas leaks."
"No sign of the heretic?"
"Not yet," Agatha shook her head, "but the situation deeper is still unclear - the scale of the second waterway is too large, and the various collapsed areas are isolated from each other. We are now only the first channel in one of the areas.
We need to gain a firm foothold here. However, there is one situation that is more concerning..."
There was a rustle of cloth rubbing against each other in the coffin, and then the dark coffin lid was pushed open from the inside, and the mummy-like Bishop Ivan sat up from inside.
"A concerning situation?" The mummy said in a low voice, "What happened?"
"At the ends of some ancient pipelines, we found traces of repairs and modifications, as well as some suspicious branch pipelines, which extended into the depths of darkness," Agatha said with a frown, "We consulted the original blueprints in the archives
, confirmed that those pipelines were not on the design drawings of that year.”
Bishop Ivan was silent for a while and then asked: "...What do you think?"
"It looks like someone continued to maintain the Second Waterway after it was abandoned and modified them to a certain extent," Agatha expressed her thoughts. "This kind of maintenance is not continuous, so
Many areas remain abandoned after years of maintenance, but deeper in the sewers, there may be things that are still functioning."
Bishop Ivan listened quietly for a long time
, he slowly spoke: "The Second Waterway... It is a huge underground kingdom, enough to hold countless secrets. Even if you fill it with all the guardian troops, you will not be able to fill all its corridors and intersections, so don't
Pay too much attention to those inconsequential traces of transformation - concentrate on searching for those heretics one by one, and leave other matters to the people in the city hall to have a headache."
Agatha glanced at Bishop Ivan, then nodded thoughtfully.
Bishop Ivan noticed the fatigue in the gatekeeper's expression: "You look like you haven't had a good rest. Shouldn't this level of exploration make you so tired and in a bad state? You seem to be worried since you came in just now.
"
Agatha opened her mouth and hesitated for a few seconds before speaking: "I'm a little... uneasy."