The heavy rain is still falling.

The high-energy energy beam pierced the night sky and briefly illuminated this world.

The unfinished building is like a tombstone standing in Yueyong City, always exuding an unknown and evil atmosphere.

The guards' personnel were already on guard not far from the unfinished building, and the armed personnel were evacuating nearby residents in an orderly manner.

At this time, Guangtai led the team members to the scene.

Suddenly, he received a notice that he had just gotten up from a female subwoman who had returned to the ancestral dysfunction and quickly assembled the team members, so he was not dressed and his hair was messy.

But even so, Guangta's attitude was very serious and nervous, and he quickly asked the extraordinary person he knew next to him.

"How is the situation?"

The other party shook his head with a serious expression: "Not very optimistic."

"The building seems to be protected by some kind of field, even energy cannons cannot penetrate it, and conventional thermal weapons are not effective."

Sure enough, after the light disappeared, the unfinished building just trembled, and even cracks on the wall did not appear.

Guangta remembered the priest's replies in the church, and the energy cannon would become a helper in that field.

Before he could speak, the familiar extraordinary person continued to say.

"Mr. Wen has also tried it, but he cannot break the barrier. At least there are plural B-level cultists located in that building."

He smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I'm a little afraid to think about what they are going to do."

"Even Mr. Wen can't help?"

Guangta was surprised.

Mr. Wen, whose full name is Wen Tieniu, is a B-level old man who appeared many times before.

Superman: "If that person was in the city, he might have some potential to break the field, but now..."

"By the way, where is the peace in your group? Why didn't you see him?"

Due to its shadow ability's effect on fog, Anle is also a small celebrity in the Guard Division.

Guangta's face froze: "I don't know where he ran."

He tried to contact Anle, but no response.

In fact, Guangtai had some guesses in his heart - Anle, perhaps also a believer of the Lord of Chaos All-knowing.

Guangtai has long been confirmed about Chen Ye's identity. Even he has heard of the medical treatment storm that Chen Ye has caused in the circle of children of rich families. Combined with some previous actions, it is not difficult to guess this.

Only Chen Ye was stupid and always thought that it was his exclusive gold finger.

But for Anle, Guangtai only has doubts, but cannot be sure.

But just now, the words answered by the black-robed priest said that "that believer" was in an unfinished building, so he could know so much, and now he couldn't contact Anle, so it was hard not to make Guang too suspicious.

However, after doing so many things under the gods, Guang was not repulsed as he did at the beginning, but enjoyed the process of becoming stronger by doing things for Him. This was much faster than gaining power by believing in Hui.

Even, vaguely, the Light never regards Him as an evil god.

‘No matter what the truth is, don’t make any trouble…’

Guangtai looked at the unfinished building not far away and prayed in his heart.

The morale of the entire guard division team is actually quite dull.

Because they could not do anything, they could only feel the bloody atmosphere in the unfinished building, and the treacherous atmosphere became increasingly serious step by step.

The extraordinary person with keen senses can even detect that something is coming!

Yi Shuang, the Minister of the Special Operations Department, is at the forefront of the team. She is well maintained. She looks no more than thirty years old. She is full of the charm of a mature girl. She is like a mature honey peach that can produce water with one pinch, and her real age cannot be seen.

It is clearly such a woman with a gentle appearance, but her temperament is extremely majestic. She was known as "ice blood rose" when she was young.

At this time, Yishuang's pretty face seemed to be covered with frost: "Is there really no way?"

Wen Tieniu was silent for a moment and said, "There is another way, but it needs to be filled with the lives of many extraordinary people."

Yishuang frowned and her eyebrows were extremely powerful.

She knew that the "many" in Wen Tieniu's mouth were not 10 or 20, but it was possible to ruin 50% of the team.

Yi Shuang didn't hesitate for too long, and she suddenly smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I will lead by myself and think that others will be the first!"

The rich cold air spreads around it.

Layer by layer of blue ice crystals, like roses blooming, attached to the refreshing body, forming a luxurious iron-blooded battle skirt, which was avoided by the rain, and the night became her foil. Her outstanding appearance and cool temperament, how can it not make people shine.

She was about to raise her arms high, and she shouted loudly, but was suddenly stopped by Wen Tieniu.

"Look at the sky!"

The ice-blooded rose turned around and saw a scene that shocked her.

A thing that is similar to a "door" is quickly withdrawing from the power belonging to this unfinished building and constantly generating. Even through this "door", you can feel the surging anger coming from the "door", like a boiling ocean.

Whether it is Wen Tieniu or Yishuang, they are all familiar with that "door".

They could see a deep surprise in each other's eyes at one glance.

"His finger bone?"

"But isn't this the ritual of the Mist Cultists?"

Moreover, the speed of opening the "door" this time is several times faster than the last time.

In almost ten seconds, the "door" tends to open.

More and more substances that ordinary people cannot see are absorbed by the "door". They are the remaining soul power after the death of the fog believers, and are also mixed with a large amount of bloody killing.

And these things were originally used to call the mist mother!

*******

In the top floor.

The calmness of the gray-robed leader disappeared and turned into a crazy anger.

As the initiator of the ritual, the gray-robed leader could naturally notice that the forbidden substances that should have been dedicated to Wumu have planned for several years to exchange for the lives of believers, and were plundered and stolen by another terrifying existence.

Obviously, that was another evil god.

This feeling is like a childhood friend of the opposite sex. After spending decades, her relationship with her is about to come to a natural turn and enters the next stage. However, at this moment, the friend was snatched away by the yellow hair from somewhere, and then turned into the shape of the other party within a few days. He also sent photos and videos to show off, with a sentence "Sorry, Mr. xx, I can't go back."

Just thinking about it, my blood pressure will rise.

"How dare you!"

The leader of the gray robe roared and said, "What the hell have you done?"

But he was shocked to find that the shadows that had been shrouded in the room had long since disappeared silently.

The strange man in black robe was even less visible.

This undoubtedly aggravated the anger and humiliation in the hearts of the people in the gray robes, but they could not target him at this time.

In order to prevent the abominable god from robbing all the taboo materials, the people in the gray robe could only advance the ritual and call for a more broken and incomplete mist mother.

"The great mother of pure white mist..."

"Please cast your gaze, and we, the most humble and devout believers, will give everything to you!"

“…”

After a brief prayer, the people in the gray robes called out loudly: "Mist-Mist-"

It's just an extremely simple, pure syllable, but it's constantly changing, sometimes high and sometimes low.

What changes is not only the tone, but also the charm and meaning of this syllable.

It seems that even the text itself is changing to some unknown existence.

In the ears of others, it gradually becomes a syllable that cannot be understood and cannot be understood. It transcends human cognition and is about to rise into the extremely high dome and reach the foggy hometown - that mysterious area of ​​nirvana.

As the sound was transmitted, the [Weaver] downstairs, the higher-ranking Mist Cultivator, also stopped the killing in his hands.

They fell to their knees, their expressions full of intoxication, as if immersed in unparalleled happiness.

The same strange syllables are spit out from people's mouths.

Even the low-level believers who had originally resisted and hid could not help but feel a sense of recognition and honor, and made similar actions.

Hiding in the corner and wearing a gray robe, Asakawa Mengye was about to be captured by the false and beautiful dream, but his brain suddenly felt refreshed, as if something dirty was being pulled away from his soul.

He vaguely guessed: 'Is this the priest's method?'

‘He actually...has really made me survive?’

Although he has not escaped from the sky yet, Asakawa Mengye can't help but be shocked by the other party's methods.

It seemed to be helpless, as if it was just a series of coincidences, but it really made him live to this day.

‘It’s like controlling fate…’

Asakawa Mengye didn't dare to think further. He walked to the door as much as possible, but suddenly he found a familiar figure - the tall weaver, the fog spider.
To be continued...