Backlund, North District.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The rapid ringing of bells echoed over the city, adding a hint of depression to the already gloomy and rainy sky.

Passers-by holding black umbrellas and carrying briefcases on the road were still in a hurry, constantly walking through the rain, except for the occasional stop. There was not much reaction.

After all, as the largest living area in Backlund, the North District is not as good as Queens and the West District in terms of security, but with the Church of the Goddess of the Night under the protection and the police patrolling outside, the environment has always been very stable.

The geographical location is upwind of the factories in the East District, and close to the Jowood District and Hilton District, making commuting and life convenient.

Not only do most civilians choose to live here, but many businessmen also choose to buy real estate here.

It's just that in the context of the industrial revolution and colonial era, they not only have to compete with their peers, but also with machinery. Coupled with the 'Backlund' explosion a few days ago, the pressure for survival is particularly huge.

Having been struggling with food and clothing for a long time, naturally they would not care too much about the special meaning of church bells like the aristocrats and bourgeoisie.

"Did something happen again?"

However, Wensley, who had just come out of the subway station holding an umbrella, listened to the intensive sound of alarm bells.

His eyes instantly passed through the heavy rain curtain and instantly fell on St. Samuel's Cathedral, which was still in the repair stage.

This St. Samuel's Cathedral is an important stronghold of the Church of the Goddess of the Night in Backlund, and this urgent alarm bell will only sound when the church activates the highest alert to summon all the 'night watchmen'.

Even in the last 'Backlund Explosion' incident, when Archbishop Chanis died, this bell never rang.

At this moment, Wensley was thinking a lot in her mind, including what she was planning in the East End factory these days, what her master Black Hoof was doing in Queens, and even the actions of the major secret churches.

For a moment, Wensley froze on the spot, even though the raindrops fell on her skirt, she didn't notice it, but her expression changed.

After pondering for a while, a look of determination flashed across Wensley's face. She thought that she really needed to figure out the current situation of the Church of the Night.

Even if her identity is exposed, she can keep everything to herself without involving her master, Black Hoof.

"昘"

Thinking of this, Wensley dropped the black umbrella in her hand and rushed into the rain curtain.

With the added sensitivity and nerve reflex speed of the 'Joker' sequence, the whole person was like a nimble cheetah running through the traffic and crowds, with the strong wind blowing past his ears.

Not long after the clock stopped chiming, Wensley also arrived in front of the church door. He looked at the night watchman who had arrived in the same hurry as him.

Even though they were surrounded by people, their faces looked puzzled, but she felt inexplicably more at ease.

"Hey, Mr. Nero, good morning, do you know what happened?"

"I'm not sure, but I remember that the night watchman in the North District yesterday was Peter, you kid."

"I, I, nothing unusual happened when I inspected the security last night. Why don't you ask Ms. Wensley? Didn't she just get promoted to 'Red Glove'?"

"Yes, Ms. Wensley, if you..."

"Oh, Goddess, as you can see, I have just arrived. Let's go together and listen to Archbishop Anthony's teachings."

Wensley said, stroking her hair that was soaked by the rain, and then went straight into the secret passage.

When she passed through the Chanis Gate, she was slightly startled when she saw a group of night watchmen, including Archbishop Anthony, sitting quietly in the center of the church, but an unknown woman was sitting in the main seat.

"Praise the great goddess, the people who have never given up on suffering, so that we can gather here today, and may the goddess bless you."

"Praise the goddess! (Everyone)"

"First of all, I want to tell you some sad news. The Bishop of Beirut, a devout believer of our goddess of the night, has encountered misfortune because of the apostate who united with the spiritual sect and the heretics during the pursuit of the heretics."

"Only the souls of apostates and the flesh and blood of heretics can calm the anger of the goddess of the night, loyal night knights..."

Shortly after the woman wearing black clerical robes came on stage, Wensley quickly came to her senses in a voice full of piety and solemnity.

As Nero and others filed in, they found a seat and sat down, then immediately clasped their hands together.

....

"Fu"

I don’t know how long it took, but when Wensley walked out of the church again, the pattering rain outside had stopped and the sky had cleared up.

She froze on the spot, looking at the groups of night watchmen hurriedly heading towards the dock area, but did not leave immediately.

Instead, he was recalling in his mind what he had heard from the woman who came from the Holy Church and was called the senior deacon, such as "the tragic death in Beirut," Nano's apostasy, and the arrest, "the Spiritual Cult is attacking."

Press Harbor' and other news.

After pondering for a while, Wensley stood up and left. However, as she shuttled with her fellow travelers among the crowd, her destination was not the dock area.

Although almost none of these messages were related to what she was worried about, for some reason, the haze in Wensley's heart did not dissipate. Instead, she felt slightly uneasy.

It seemed that only by telling her master the news could her heart, which was clenched by invisible forces, be relieved.

"Shua"

After passing through several streets, covered by traffic and water mist, Wensley, who left a paper substitute to take her place in the dock area, moved slightly and slipped into the alley.

However, when I think about the inexplicable martial law in Queens these past two days, and the frequent presence of clergy from the Earth Church.

Wensley, who quietly arrived at Joe Wood District, paused, turned around and headed towards the east district.

.....

Meanwhile, Queens.

Wang Changle, who was walking in the shadows, stopped directly in front of a giant iron gate.

"Well, this aura fluctuation should be here."

Looking at the lush grass and the decaying villa in the distance, Wang Changle raised his eyebrows in surprise.

In fact, he arrived at Backlund an hour ago. He just sent a message to Black Hooves but got no response. He was looking for aura fluctuations for so long.

Compared to the lifeless villa in front of him, Wang Changle was even more surprised that his own foodie would set up a missionary point in a wealthy area.

The current situation occurs, which means that there is a problem with the previous 'missionary' model, and Black Hoof, who has always believed in strength and killing as the main means of solving problems, now has to use his 'brain' to solve the problem.

This further illustrates that the person who destroyed the original plan must have the ability to make even Black Hoof have to throw a weapon at him.

Wang Changle's mind instantly thought of Archbishop Anthony, who was able to plot and kill him with only the divination information.

"squeak"

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Changle's figure flashed and he arrived at the door of the villa. He was about to push the door open and enter.

The next second, the door opened by itself, and the smell of decay immediately hit his face. Wang Changle stepped in, and the door behind him closed in an instant.

"Snapped"

There was a crisp sound, and the crystal lamp in the hall instantly illuminated the hall with the curtains closed, making it bright.

When Wang Changle raised his eyes, he saw Hei Hoo, who was wearing a black tuxedo and sitting up from the coral cushion in the corner. He had obviously just woken up.

From the wall behind him to the ceiling, and then spreading to anywhere in the room, countless black follicles could be seen, freely dripping with brown mucus, squirming happily.

At first glance, it looked like full eyeballs, and Wang Changle, who sensed the unique aura of 'pollution', immediately became interested.

Wang Changle, who activated the Eye of Life, frowned as he looked at the scattered threads of life.

"Is this the polluted body derived from the toad cry statue? It looks a bit interesting, but the aura is a bit too weak."

"Hey, boss, why are you here?"

The black hoof wriggled its tentacles, and with one stroke, it rolled up most of the follicles from the top of its head and stuffed them into its mouth.

He chewed it and licked the brown mucus at the corner of his mouth from time to time. Judging from the satisfied expression, the taste seemed to be very good.

The next moment, layers of black spots quickly appeared in the empty area, and layers of small follicles grew again.

"If I don't come again, how long are you going to play? Or are these little things the target of your missionary work?!"

"Boss, I'm not playing around. These are just embryos of secondary pollutants. The real secondary pollutants are on the third floor."

"Third floor?!"

"Boss, you will know after you come with me to see it."

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Wang Changle looked at the black hooves with wriggling tentacles climbing up the steps, and those black eye follicles instantly gave way to it. He paused and quickly followed.

A few seconds later, the room at the far end of the third floor, covered in massive black follicles, opened with a "click" sound.

The moment Wang Changle saw it clearly, a flash of excitement suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the pupils of his life that were licking his lips were turned to the extreme by him.

"Cuckoo"

On the wall of the room, countless intricate reddish-brown blood vessels were crawling and growing.

It is so densely packed that it not only covers the entire room, but most of it has even been integrated into the villa, integrating with the wall to present a "symbiotic" attitude.

At the same time, deep inside these reddish-brown blood vessels, a heart aberration composed of countless eyeballs was beating slowly.

"Boom!"

Almost every slight beat, tens of thousands of black follicles are transported and taken away through the reddish-brown blood vessel tissue, as if they were injected into the body of the villa.

Wang Changle observed the aberration in front of him that was filled with millions of life threads, but at the moment when his spiritual perception covered it, he noticed dozens of different life breaths mixed together.
To be continued...