What I do is dirty work.

Amber actually knew this a long time ago.

After understanding the way the Military Intelligence Bureau operates and understanding the basic concepts of "infiltration, destruction, intelligence" described by Gao Wen, she expected what kind of work this special department might do.

The Military Security Intelligence Agency is a comprehensive intelligence department that operates to maintain local security. However, in many cases, local security needs to be maintained by the enemy's insecurity. However, not all confrontations can be carried out on the table. Those who operate under the table are the tasks of the Military Intelligence Agency.

For Cecil, a just cause is definitely not very righteous to the enemy. Sometimes you need to assassinate, sometimes you need to poison, sometimes you need to shake and divide the inside of the enemy, sometimes you need to steal and lurk... Of course, intelligence work is not necessarily so extremely dark. Many times, the mobile information that is openly disclosed is also an important source of intelligence for the Military Intelligence Bureau, but when the confrontation enters an extreme situation, the work method will inevitably become dark.

But Amber didn't care much about these things, because the career she originally worked in seemed to be in no light...

Instead, she was glad that there was someone who could realize her talents and apply them to the right place. Maybe what she and her subordinates did was not very open, but at least, she could be sure that her actions would bring peace to more people.

The Holy Light Church on this land is a cancer. Since it is a cancer, it should be shoveled away with a knife.

Tensions in Lu'an City are on the verge of breaking out.

All kinds of rumors spread throughout the city. The civilians who had accumulated huge pressure in hunger and panic seemed to have lost their minds, forgot the pressure of the extraordinary, and began to talk about terrible things in various dark corners. Whenever night, whenever the knights and soldiers patrolling the town walked away, chilling whispers sounded in the corners of the musty alleys in the outer city, and when the sun rose, bold slogans directly attacking the cathedral, and even heresy symbols that blasphemed the gods appeared in some corners of the outer city.

The church district sent wave after wave of investigation teams, with the Holy Emblem and the black robes, even went directly to every household to interrogate and even interrogate anyone they suspected. Some people were suddenly taken away from home, and when they were sent back, they were mostly dying, and less than one-third of them could return home safely.

However, even though the knights and priests were busy and patrolling and arresting day and night in the streets and alleys, the limited staff was almost less than one-third of the city.

Even inside the church area, the situation is getting worse. The division between the priests and priests at the bottom has almost become a public fact. More and more church leaders have begun to refuse to execute orders from the cathedral. Some priests questioned the authority of Franberglan, the interim bishop, and another priest even began to doubt the strange words and deeds of the previous bishop Lemont before the attack on Cecil. Some began to spread the message that Bishop Lemont was bewitched by the sleeper, but the source of the news was hidden in the fog.

However, in such a situation where tension and high pressure coexist, more and more leaflets are constantly appearing in cities and even in churches.

"The enemy has already sneaked in! Their destruction is almost crazy! It is more threatening than imagined!!"

In an emergency meeting of priests, Franbergon waved his arms and shouted loudly with red eyes. The priest, known for his piety, steadiness and majesty, lost his usual calmness at this moment, and was filled with anger in the face of the unheard methods of destruction among the Cecils.

"We have sent all the Holy See knights, monks of the commandments and exiles who have surrendered to the outer city, and they have collected a large number of leaflets and heretics every day," said a priest, standing up, "we also..."

"It's useless to do this!" Franberg interrupted the priest without hesitation, "Those flyers... they appear faster than we burn!"

"The destroyers lurk in the city, we must find a way to catch them," a monk in a black robe stood up, the leader of all monks. "They are very good at hiding, mingling in the crowd, and all strange faces are doubtful..."

"The strange faces also include the exiled knights and noble descendants who surrendered to the scene, as well as their vassals and entourages," another priest stood up and interrupted the chief of the precepts. "They are distributed in the current knight patrol and the inner city church area. Do these people also need to be investigated?"

The voice of the precept monk was as cold as the cold winter: "It is all doubtful, maybe the enemy was mingled between them and then mingled into the city."

Franberg knocked on the table: "We hit the enemy's conspiracy like this and they want us to split."

The priests were in a commotion, and a gloomy and tense atmosphere entrenched in the hall.

In an unbearable suffocation atmosphere, Franberg finally spoke again.

"We cannot let the situation go so badly," said the interim bishop with an extremely gloomy face. As a powerful extraordinary person, he finally had enough troubles caused to himself by those stupid and weak ordinary people. "We must take actions that are enough to shock everyone, search from door to door, bring all the suspects to the square. I will use the great god's words to detect their faith. All those who are shaken will be executed! In addition, bring those weak and shaken priests in the small church area to the square and let them watch the sentence!"

A commotion suddenly sounded in the hall. After a moment, a priest stood up: "Bibe, are you sure you want to use the great god's magic to judge so many people? It consumes a lot, and once it is used, I'm afraid... I'm afraid there will be many people who are identified as being shaken by their faith..."

Ordinary people are not clergy with firm beliefs. Even in Lu'an, the city of churches, the civilians at the bottom are just ordinary believers. After such a long period of blockade, pressure, and panic, even the faith of the priests is undergoing great tests, and the situation of those civilians will only be worse.

No one who can be a priest is fool. Although they always talk about the omnipotent remarks of the God of Light, they are actually very clear about people. In this bad situation, if a great god continues to speak, how many civilians who are tested can maintain their faith and piety?

However, Franberg has his own considerations and has made up his mind: "We must do this and we must prove the power of the Lord before everyone, and characterize this: those who are shaken, those who slander the church, those who slander me and the former bishop are all because of their faith and are bewitched by the devil. They are people whose faith has been shaken, so they speak mad words and are completely unworthy of trust."

Hearing the bishop's words, the priests in the hall couldn't help but nodded slightly while thinking.

As the situation gradually loses control, find out a few targets, attribute all the instability factors to them, and then use heresy, untrustworthy, madness and other reasons to characterize them, and burn them out with fire. This is the most effective solution in this situation today.

At least in the past years, the effect of this "heretic judgment" has been unfavorable.

"Go to inform the whole city, the highest martial law, and tell everyone that their bishop will conduct a heresy trial in the square," Franberg stood up, his eyes swept across the hall, and confirmed that no one expressed objection. "Don't hide the news of the divine word, but emphasize its effect, we must panic those who lurk, and shake the hearts of those who are about to be judged. The more they are shaken... When the heresy trial begins, they are more likely to be identified as heresy, and we will be better off blamed on them all."

The priests exchanged sights with each other, then lowered their heads in front of Franberan.

The news soon spread from the cathedral and began to spread to the church area and the outer city area.

In an underground facility in the church district, a tall and thin priest walked barefoot on the cold stone road in a grey linen robe that he would wear when he was punished.

The precept monk in a black robe walked silently beside the priest.

A faint sound came from above, and it sounded like a lot of people walking around, and there was also a sound of suspected transmission of instructions in the middle.

The priest in a robe couldn't help but stop, listened slightly, and then raised his head after a moment: "Alcott, what's that happening?"

The monk in the precepts replied indifferently: "The notice of heresy judgment should have been passed down. Don't think too much, you can't interfere in this matter."

The priest in a linen robe opened his eyes slightly, and after a moment, he whispered in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself: "In this situation, there will be a heresy trial... There is no way, there is no way... Alcott, you..."

The monk in charge interrupted the priest's words: "Save some energy, this matter is controlled by the Cathedral."

The priest in a robe of linen cage suddenly stopped the sound and fell into a sudden silence.

After a long silence, he raised his head and looked at the dim and gloomy corridor ahead. The cold corridor of underground facilities extended in his sight, disappearing all the way into the depths of the darkness. In the darkness ahead, several other punished priests, also wearing gray linen robes, were walking forward under the supervision of the precept monks.

The dark road slid into the darkness like the future of this city.

...

In the temporary base of the Military Intelligence Bureau operators, all the operation team members gathered together. Amber looked at the subordinates in front of him with a happy smile on his face.

"The 'Heremence Judgment' has finally arrived. I thought they were not going to use it anymore. This thing has always been their specialty, and those charlatans can endure it for so long is considered awesome."

An operator spoke out: "The situation has worsened so much. They will definitely use the "heretic judgment" to "maintain order", and they must have realized our existence. Most of this trial is hopeful that we can catch us."

"Just like those rice buckets... If anyone of you is caught, I will deduct your salary for eighty years!" Amber curled his lips, then bent down, and carried a cloth bag at his feet to the cloth bag on the table. It seemed to contain some metal things, and it made a clamor when it was placed on the table.

As the subordinates watched curiously, Amber opened the cloth bag and took out the things inside.

It is a combination of pieces, packaged rune substrates, and it is a special model with a very small size.

Amber distributed these rune substrates to his subordinates: "Pick them up, each one is one piece, and hide them closely."

One team member couldn't help but become curious: "Boss...what are these?"

"The good thing on the hair is the Holy Light Resonance Node, part of the White Knight's equipment, but it has been specially designed to be taken out of the White Knight's armor and run alone," Amber said, tucking his substrate into his waist bag. "Wear it, you don't have to worry about the so-called 'hessment'."

The team members were amazed: "How powerful?"

"Of course it's amazing. In fact, it can even make you act like a saint with a very pious faith when affected by the 'judgement spell' such as the 'God', OK, it's not that exaggerated, but it can definitely scare that Franberg," Amber said, showing a disdainful look. "Although that guy is known as the Bishop, it is just a half-baked guy that Lemont and a large number of high-level extraordinary people have died. I doubt that that guy can fully support the gigolo."

After saying that, a cunning smile suddenly appeared on the half-elf's face: "And... these resonance nodes have some small functions, which will definitely surprise those charlatans at that time."

Seeing the curious and expectant eyes of his subordinates, Amber's arrogant mentality was greatly satisfied: now she can finally understand a little about how Gao Wen usually came up with a very powerful idea and gained a circle of envious gaze.

However, she did not immerse herself in this feeling for too long, nor did she continue to keep inseparable from the team members. The operation staff must know what the specific function of the props they equipped have. This is the key to ensuring the success of the mission. Therefore, after a little show of her, she began to seriously explain the effects of the holy light resonance nodes...

At the same time, on a high ground outside Lu'an City, Philip, who was responsible for monitoring the situation in Lu'an City and carrying out the blockade mission, came and transported the support supplies by the Knights Byron.

"The genius in Lu'an City is almost time to get out," Byron, who had a slutty temperament, said to Philip casually, "I have brought the weapons specifically to attack them."

"Weapon?" Philip, who was carrying out the blockade mission, looked at the carriages brought by his old partner with curiosity, "Didn't you say you won't attack Lu'an City directly?"

"Of course we won't attack." Byron grinned, as if he wanted to show a mysterious smile, but in fact he smiled like an orangutan who successfully stole a banana. As soon as he saw his partner showing such a smile, Philip knew that a task arranged by the lord hit it off with the bad water in the old fried dough.

He didn't ask, because he knew that the old fried dough in front of him would definitely not be able to help it.
Chapter completed!