The sunlight became increasingly pale, as if everything had been evaporated and dried up.

The actions of the people around him became slower and slower.

Countless vehicles were temporarily parked on the side of the road, and the people in the cars were helplessly leaning on the steering wheel, frowning in pain.

Someone became even more impatient and honked the horn hard, and the still energetic sound of the horn impacted the fragile heart.

The shadows of pedestrians on the roadside seem to be distorted, elongated, and slowly moving like in abstract oil paintings.

Wei Wei held a silver pistol and walked slowly on the street.

He used this gun to continuously absorb the power of demons around him and alleviate the pain of everyone.

But the speed at which this gun extracts demonic power is too slow.

The streets are so long that there is no end. There are thousands of such streets in this city.

Wei Wei could only walk at such a slow speed, feeling a huge sense of powerlessness, even Scarlet's power was so powerless.

There are really very few things that I can do.

But I can only do this.

Every time he saw another little white skirt, he woke up from his sluggish state, and looked at them looking up blankly, or running into the distance, and he felt happy in his heart. But when he looked up, countless people appeared in front of him.

A woman in a white dress was in pain, so he knew that he could not stop, so he could only walk forward step by step, holding a silver pistol.

"you you you you……"

The head pendant hanging on his waist was shaking non-stop, and he asked loudly: "What's the point of doing this?"

"There is danger infiltrating this weakened city."

"You can't really save anyone, you will only trap yourself in it..."

"I know…"

Wei Wei replied in a low voice, but still walked slowly.

"Then you still won't leave?"

…”

"I just don't understand..."

Under the sheep-face mask, Wei Wei seemed to show a smile: "Why does it have to be meaningful?"

"I just want to do this..."

“…”

It’s not that I don’t know that the number of people I can save is limited.

It is not unknown that even those who have absorbed the demonic power from the silver pistol and alleviated their symptoms will be affected by the power of the plague demon again and fall into pain again. In the eyes of others, this may indeed be unintentional.

Let's do something.

However, if you do meaningful things every day, when should you do the things you want to do?

The head pendant was speechless and could only look sad and angry:

"madman…"

…”

Gradually, someone discovered this strange man wearing a black raincoat and a sheep-face mask.

In their groggy perception, they even felt that this person was unreal.

Some people had already seen the media reports and connected him with the terrifying goat demon in the report.

However, when they were suffering from illness, they also instinctively discovered that when they were closer to this person, they would feel their pain lessening. So, starting from the first person who discovered this problem, they followed

There are more and more people in Wei Wei.

They followed him step by step, keeping a certain distance.

Wei Wei turned his head and saw a group of little girls in white skirts. They all backed away at the same time, seemingly frightened.

"sorry……"

Wei Wei apologized to them, then turned his head and walked forward more firmly.

Sometimes, there is no need to retreat.

It's because there is really no room for retreat.

…

The pale sun seemed to be rising higher and higher.

There is a torturous smell steaming in the air.

Endless and detailed chatter rushed in crazily, like fine needles pricking every pore on the body. The air became distorted, like countless hanging ribbons, the whole street was covered with a blurry atmosphere, and the sweat in the body

The pulp seems to be squeezed out of a sponge.

My feet felt like walking on cotton, with uncertainty in every step.

More and more people were following Wei Wei.

They are like confused lambs, trapped in fear and not knowing where to go.

Until, in this city where the air was oppressive and distorted, they suddenly heard shouts and gunfire from ahead.

This sound happened extremely briefly, but it was very sudden, faintly breaking the dullness in my mind.

Wei Wei suddenly stopped, raised his head and looked forward.

In his field of vision, on the street full of white skirts, several strange people suddenly appeared.

The blurred colors and twisted colors hanging in the city suddenly receded to both sides like a tide. A cold and cold atmosphere came overwhelmingly. The scraps of paper and plastic bags all over the street were blown high into the sky, and the earth felt faint.

The roar.

A man wearing a black priest's robe and round-rimmed glasses was walking forward slowly.

Among the countless little white skirts in front of him, he looked unusually different.

Calm, firm, elegant, and possessing a strength that is incompatible with the entire city.

He walked into this street calmly, as if admiring his own work.

Behind her, three meters away, a dozen people in corseted nun uniforms stood in two rows and followed closely.

Behind them, several solid, tall and armed vehicles with obvious signs of modification followed closely.

In and out of the car, mercenaries with submachine guns in their arms looked fierce and had half-smoked cigarettes in their mouths.

Further behind the armored vehicle, you can see a large number of cowering people with frightened eyes. They are covered with sacks or wearing dirty clothes that have not been washed in countless years. They are looking at the city in horror.

, but he followed the dean in front firmly, with the enthusiasm and determination in his eyes that no matter where the dean went, he would definitely follow him.

They were the largest in number, flooding into the streets like a tide.

"Yes... they are refugees outside the city..."

"Oh my God, why did they get in? Where is the patrol team?"

"Is this...is there going to be a riot?"

…”

The people who followed Wei Wei were probably the most sober group in the city with their brains and energy.

When they saw these people coming towards them, they felt a sudden shock in their hearts. When they saw the mercenaries wearing tight-fitting nun uniforms and their bodies full of bullets, they were so frightened that their legs weakened.

The panic spread instantly.

Logically speaking, only priests and nuns from the Church of the Faceless Men would appear inside the spiritual barrier.

There is nothing elegant about their robes.

Those who have any brilliant seals or strange patterns on their priestly robes belong to the former Twelve Gods Church.

Now, they are equated with madness.

For the residents inside the mental barrier, suddenly seeing them before their eyes was like seeing a group of lunatics.

"This is the Seventh Priesthood that Captain Ouyang mentioned before?"

Wei Wei was slightly surprised when he saw the bookmark held by the other party in his hand with a white silk thread on it.

Captain Ouyang mentioned more than once, either hinting or stating explicitly, that this religious group would definitely attack Scrap Iron City.

As extraordinary police officers of Scrap Iron City, they had imagined countless times how these people would attack.

The Demon of Knowledge is known for his strange abilities and his unpredictable abilities.

In addition, when the Wandering Order retreated into the wilderness, they took away a large number of forbidden demonic objects and mysterious codes that were restricted by the Twelve Gods Church, which made their methods even more difficult to guard against. Therefore, various All intrusion methods are possible.

But no one expected that they would really come.

But they were actually so upright and walked into the scrap iron city.
To be continued...