When facing future turmoil, the magic world must be controlled with high intensity, which is the result of discussion between Venerable and Salomon. Compared to ordinary people, the spell caster is closer to the external dimension and is more likely to fall. Once the spell caster falls, it is very likely to become a portal for creatures in the external dimension to the real plane - what is even more terrifying is that the influence of this external dimension is formed subtly. Some spell casters may even just see a few words one day, and were brainwashed by a terrifying nightmare that night. When they wake up, they inexplicably become lackeys and believers of the external dimension, and then set traps on the people around them to spread the corruption and erosion of the external dimension, or simply treat them as sacrifices dedicated to the gods of the external dimension.

This kind of thing happened more than once even after the Venerable established rule. Therefore, Kama Taj would like cultists to cockroaches. When he saw a cult, it means that there was a nest of cultists who had never been discovered. After all, not everyone can have the same spirit as Salomon, and can rely on a powerful soul to chat and laugh with the Dark Dimension. The books involved in this aspect in Kama Taj Library were all shrunk by iron chains, and magic was used, and they could only be read with permission.

Most of the stubborn magic materials traded in the black market, human bones, human skin, nails and various internal organs are the most common types, and they are also the most secretly traded goods in the black market. These things are generally not sold directly, and it is difficult for black wizards without any way to buy such things. These body organs include ordinary people and spellcasters. The body organs of spellcasters are far more valuable than those of ordinary people, whether as spellcasting materials or research materials - the source of these things is always shrouded in the fog. After all, there are so many people all over the world, and there are people who die every day for some reason. Kama Taj has no control over this little manpower, and can only monitor the magic fluctuations in the black market through the Ago motorcycle crystal ball and the planetary defense system to ensure that there are no large-scale summoning spells here.

Now Salomon has embarked on this unlawful land in the practical sense.

It’s not that the secret wizards of Kamataj have been here, but the ferrymen gave all black market merchants enough time to transfer those shameful things. Kamataj’s secret wizards only found some magical items with curses. It is not illegal to sell such things. Some magical items have even been spread to human society and triggered a series of legends, such as the gray-blue hope diamonds originally owned by Henry Philip Hope and later sold by the Cadia family, which once led to the destruction of the family of Evalin Walsh McLean, the heiress of the American mining industry and socialite.

But this time it's different.

The ferryman was seized by Salomon with more advanced black magic and forced the ship to drive, but he did not give any coins at all. He was not acting alone, and Constantine was waiting at the exit of the sewer with a long halberd in his hand.

Director Stacy of the New York Police Department was very troubled because he had just taken office and was facing two murders.

"No, this is not murder, it's massacre." Salomon's old acquaintance, Detective Carter of the Eighth Division, welcomed the police chief who rushed over. "More than one body, but also the limbs kept flowing out of the sewer. Some were cut, some were burned, and some were blown up, with all kinds of causes of death." She said, "According to the forensic identification, the death time was no more than twenty-four hours. What's worse is that we can't identify the corpse at all. So far, the forensic has only pieced together three complete bodies, and the rest are broken corpses and internal organs, just like the sewer of a large slaughterhouse here."

"Where is the first person to discover?" Director Stacey covered his mouth and nose. The pungent smell of sewage sewage and the stench of the corpse were almost indulgent to breathe. Even though he was still a distance from the sewer exit, the smell was still disgusting.

"It's my informant, a homeless man. He slept nearby last night." Officer Carter took off his gloves and threw it into the trash can. Now that the police support has arrived and the scene has been blocked, she has no need to investigate in-depth. "After I received the news, I rushed over with my partner Detective Franceste. We have asked him and recorded it. However, he saw nothing and heard nothing. He saw the floating corpse this morning, and the sewage in the sewage turned red, so he called me immediately."

"What about your partner?"

"There." Detective Carter pointed to the chubby detective who was vomiting desperately in the corner holding a trash can. Even the sirens could not overshadow Detective Francisco's vomiting. In fact, it was not just him, but some patrol officers also ran to the side to vomit after they arrived at the scene. "He was the first to enter the sewer, and then it was like this. The search team had entered the sewer search for other bodies, hoping that they would gain something. I can guarantee that this was the largest massacre in New York history, and there was no such horror when the mafia was rampant during the Prohibition period."

"Believe me, Detective Carter." Director Stacey said with a frown. "This is not the largest scale. Hell's Kitchen is not peaceful today. Japanese gangsters were found dead on the streets. Before the statistics came out, we didn't know where there were more people who died today."

"Has Santa turned into a terrifying killer this year?" Officer Carter curled his lips, "How about Hell Kitchen?"

"Hell Kitchen should be a gang fight, but I don't know who the Japanese gangs have been offended recently. It's a holiday, and we only have enough people to take care of one side. Compared to gang fights, it's more important to be an unknown slaughterhouse." Director Stacy said, "Detective Carter, I want to trouble you to be responsible for the investigation here. I'm sorry, I know your son is still at home..."

"He will understand, Chief." Detective Carter forced a smile, "he understands how important my job is."

"I'm glad that the Eighth Division has a responsible detective like you." Director Stacy sighed. "I didn't expect that the New York police had so many neurotic guys. I really can't believe that so many people would subconsciously pull the trigger. Since I took office, there have been several shootings, and the police have fired the first shot."

"New York is the place where the most guns are held, the chief." Detective Carter rubbed his frozen palms, "The guys must learn to protect themselves."

"I know, I know." The police chief naturally understood the logic.

The United States encourages civilians to carry guns, so the police must prevent the arrested person from taking out a pistol. The suspects shoot and kill police frequently, which makes all policemen nervous. Once the arrested person makes any small moves, it is easy to cause unnecessary shootings. What's more, in New York, a place with a large number of immigrants, gangs and smuggling ports, there may be an arsenal hidden in every corner of the Hell Kitchen, which contains illegal guns and even heavy weapons from all over the world.
Chapter completed!