Mysterious Catastrophe

But it must be unusual for the 'Son of Daybreak' to deal with it so grandly!

"It's a very subtle feeling."

For the first time, doubts appeared on the face of 'Son of Daybreak': "The other party is very similar to me..."

"Is that also a son of God?" Jupiter III guessed: "The son of the evil god? Although we have been working hard to monitor the world, there is a hidden existence that breaks through our blockade, and the possibility of the son of the evil god coming to the world exists, even if it is small !"

"No, no, not the son of the evil god, but the same brilliance as me... No... It's not so much like me, it's better to say... He's very similar to my father!"

'Son of Daybreak' replied slowly.

"The father of the Son of God?"

Jupiter III felt horrified for a moment: "The evil god himself? No, the evil god container? Anyway... This must be the most unstable factor in the world... Now that the royal family has compromised, I will immediately order the tribunal to suppress it The bureau is going all out to find the whereabouts of 'Feathered Serpent'!"

Chapter 451 The Beginning

Church of the Sun.

The church, the headquarters of the court.

Wakefield is scrutinizing a dossier...

"Lord Faneuil's guest list... why is there a small businessman in it?"

There was an expression of interest in his falcon-like eyes: "Even if you meet a noble by chance, the possibility of being invited is too small...Para Love Toman, who are you?"

Wakefield was an Inquisitor, even the youngest of the Inquisitors.

Being able to be promoted to work in the headquarters of the tribunal is due to his dedication to work and his strong background on the other hand—he is a descendant of a viscount who devoted himself to the church.

Everyone who has met him is sure that he will have a bright future.

He quickly typed an application for investigation with a typewriter, and handed it to a girl next to him: "Transfer it to the Police Headquarters, and apply to transfer all the information of this person to me!"

"Yes!"

With tenderness in her eyes, the lady in nun's attire bowed with the document in her arms, and quickly backed away.

"Anthem Restaurant..."

Wakefield continued to write and draw on paper: "This high-end restaurant has encountered several incidents before, and they all passed the test easily, showing that there is a powerful force guarding behind the scenes... I know, it must have something to do with the suppression bureau .”

"Pala... who are you? The emperor's secret agent? Why did you sneak into the ball with the princess?"

……

At this time, the office suddenly became silent.

Adalbert strode in: "Friar...the time has come to verify and test your faith."

"Praise the sun!"

Wakefield immediately put down everything at hand and gestured with others: "Praise the sun!"

"A group of evil Extraordinary has sneaked into Pulmouth, wantonly causing bloodshed... Go track them, hunt them, and burn them to death!"

Adalbert's voice was hoarse with a trace of dignity: "All staff canceled their vacations and are all on duty... In addition, pay special attention to the news of the S-level wanted criminal - 'Feathered Serpent'! Besides, all the work at hand can be stopped , Do you understand?"

"understand!"

Wakefield puffed out his chest and shouted.

After Adelbert gave the order to disband, he looked at the deduction on the table, still a little bit reluctant, grabbed the folder, and caught up with Adelbert: "Your Excellency, Chief Referee!"

"Do you still have objections?" Adalbert frowned as he looked at the subordinate he usually liked very much.

"No, it's just that the case in my hand may be very serious. It involves a suspicious person named Pala Love Toman, who is related to the suppression bureau... I suspect that he is the emperor's secret agent!" Wakefield quickly I was making a report, trying to convince my boss to let me continue with the case.

"The emperor secretly cultivated a group of hidden Extraordinary as a private armed force. This is something we have been investigating, isn't it?"

Wakefield said with his last hope.

"Yes, normally I would ask you to do it with all your strength, but now... the situation is different. The pope has reconciled with the emperor. Even if we catch this Pala, we will not be able to judge him. If he is really the emperor's spy." Ah Delbert looked solemn: "You are an excellent judge, use your abilities in more appropriate places, understand?"

"I understand...but..."

"No, but, this is an order from the Pope... Grab the Feathered Serpent! Grab the Feathered Serpent! Grab the Feathered Serpent! He is the top priority!"

Adalbert yelled back.

"understand!"

Wakefield felt the determination of his boss, and quickly stood up and shouted.

……

boom!

In front of the carriage, an explosion resounded.

Countless pieces of glass and cement splashed and hit the windows of the carriage, making a tooth-piercing sound.

"The 'lucky accident' I bless myself every day seems to have no effect..."

Aaron looked at the half-broken glass of the carriage and complained in his heart.

In the past few days, he has been hiring carriages, patrolling other places in Pulmouth, and quietly making some arrangements, which can be regarded as preparations for the upcoming war.

Then, came across this street bombing incident.

Boom!

On the street ahead, several gunshots were heard suddenly.

A blood-red head, as if a monster formed after a person's skin is about to rush out of the encirclement.

boom!

A tall figure in full body clothing descended from the sky, pressed its head, and pressed the monster directly to the ground, turning it into a puddle of flesh.

"All clear!"

The grower said something coldly, and immediately a patrolman came over to clean up the floor.

The carriage moved on.

'It seems to be a 'red' low-level Extraordinary... It seems that he has been affected a lot. '

Aaron watched this scene and said silently in his heart.

These people are the cannon fodder among the cannon fodder, the fireworks before the prologue of the war.

The ninth essence - [engraving] can have an impact on the middle and low sequences, let alone Si Sui.

Influenced by spirituality, combined with long-term beliefs, even if these evil believers are sent to death, they will not be able to resist!

'This is also telling me... Are they ready to go to war? '

Aaron returned to the Green George area in a carriage and paid for repairing the windows. The coachman thanked him a lot and felt that he had met a kind master.

Otherwise, he would have to bear the cost of repairing the damaged carriage, and the whole family might starve.

After opening the door, Aaron saw the Remingtons in the living room, and couldn't help smiling and saying hello: "Good day, both of you."

"Mr. Toman, you don't want to go out recently. I heard from the radio that the law and order in Pulmouth is very chaotic recently..."

said Mrs. Remington worriedly, with impeccable enthusiasm.

"Yes, the latest murder happened just one street away... I almost thought I was living in a colonial city."

Aaron also followed Mrs. Remington's words.

"Those superintendents, deputy superintendents, and assistant superintendents should all resign. What have they turned Pulmouth into?" Mr. Remington said angrily.

'Actually, they can't be blamed...Si Sui have this idea, so what can mortals do? '

Aaron returned to his room and closed the door with a calm expression.

Today, he finally digested the last "alchemist" legacy, and he can be promoted to the sixth essence at any time.

'A sign of the beginning of the Great War...'

'Should it be the Extraordinary at the level of the sixth essence? '

Aaron thought with some wistfulness: "And after the mortal world is activated, the spiritual world will also be activated simultaneously. This is the promise made to me by the 'Keeper of Secrets'... Well, if He didn't fight 'Dawn' first, I would never hands on. '

……

Just as Aaron was thinking, the Empire Railway Station.

A handsome man passed through the security check with a pure white Persian cat in his arms, walked out of the platform, looked at the endless stream of people, with a crazy expression on his face: "It's all a group of small people playing around... let Let me, Sanu, detonate all of this!"

Chapter 452 Prelude

"what……"

Triss exhaled a breath of white mist, feeling that this year's Pulmouth is colder than ever.

"With such a cold temperature, I hope more people won't freeze to death this winter..."

Although the new year is approaching, there is not much festive atmosphere in the downtown area.

When everyone is struggling to survive, festivals are a distant thing...

"The only good news is that the price of bread will finally stop..."

Stepping out of the warm bakery, Triss curled up involuntarily.

Of course she didn't know that the no longer rising prices were part of the result of the recent compromise between the emperor and the church, and she just felt the chill.

Triss held the paper bag full of bread, ready to trot home.

At some point in the sky, snowflakes have been scattered in the sky, and there are very few pedestrians on the road.

boom!

Snowflakes blurred her vision, causing her to bump into a shoulder with a woman walking towards her.

The ordinary-looking woman was leaning on the wall next to her in pain, bending her back.

"Ma'am? Are you all right?"

Triss was frightened for a moment, afraid that she would bump the other party into an accident.

She looked at the fur coat on this lady, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Knowing that the coat was expensive, she almost shed tears in fear.

"I'm fine..."

Doris replied panting, she was trying to control her emotions, so that her hair would not lose control and turn into wriggling snakes.

Ever since she came to this city, she couldn't restrain herself, and wanted to destroy everything crazily.

This is not just an order from the oracle, but also the instinctive influence of the spirituality in her body!

And once she defies this will, she will gradually lose control!

For those great beings, whether it is a Extraordinary or a monster destroying Pulmouth, it makes no difference to them!

After panting for a few minutes, Doris straightened up, looked at Triss, who had a thin layer of snow on her thin shoulders, and smiled: "I'm fine, you are such a kind girl. "

"Are you really okay?" Triss asked in surprise.

"Really." Doris stood up straight, thought for a while, took out her wallet, and handed over a few banknotes: "Buy more coal, and remember to open the windows. This winter...is going to be hard."

"No, no, how can I take your money?" Triss quickly refused, but found that the woman opposite was very strong, and she couldn't help but stuff the money into her hand, and then walked quickly into the snowstorm .

"This lady is really a very good person. Why didn't God have mercy on her, but let her suffer from the pain of disease?" Triss thought that Doris should suffer from some kind of chronic disease, but quickly put these things aside. in the back of the head.

Because in the lower city, there are more miserable people.

She walked briskly near her home to buy some more coal, which would at least keep her warm at night.

At this moment, she saw the corpse collector walking out of another resident's house carrying several corpses.

"It's Little Jack's family, what happened to them?"

Triss recognized a child who liked to play with her very much, and asked a familiar neighbor nearby.

"Alas... Little Jack's father lost his job. He went out to look for food alone, and was found frozen to death by the Dossom River... And last night, Little Jack's mother, sister, and him were found dead at home, Probably forgot to open the windows when burning coal for heating..."

The neighbor replied with a sigh.

Triss looked at this scene, but her cheeks seemed to have completely lost color: "It is also possible... that you have completely lost hope of life and left this world?"