Beckland, North District.

"Dangdangdang!"

The rapid sound of bells echoed over the city, making the already rainy sky add a hint of depressedness out of thin air.

The passers-by holding black umbrellas and briefcases on the road were still walking in a hurry, constantly walking through the rain, except for the occasional stopping. There was no reaction.

After all, as the largest living area in Beckland, although the security is not as good as that in Queens and West District, there is a shelter from the Goddess of the Night, and the sheriff patrols outside, and the environment has always been stable.

It is geographically located at the upper wind direction of the East District factory and is close to Joewood and Hilton Districts. It is convenient to commute and live a convenient life.

Not only are most civilians choosing to live here, but even many businessmen choose to buy real estate here.

However, in the context of the industrial revolution and colonial era, they not only have to compete with their peers, but also have to fight with machinery. Coupled with the "Bakland" explosion a few days ago, the survival pressure is extremely huge.

If you have been struggling on the line of food and clothing for a long time, you will naturally not be too concerned about the special significance of the church bells like the aristocrats and bourgeoisie.

"Is there something wrong again?"

However, Wen Sili, who had just come out of the subway station with an umbrella, listened to the dense alarm bells.

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

This St. Samuel Cathedral is an important stronghold of the Church of the Goddess of the Night in Beckland. This rapid alarm bell will only ring when the church turns on the highest alert and is used to summon all "Night-Watching People".

Even in the last "Bakland Bang" incident, Archbishop Chanis died, the bell never rang.

At this moment, Wen Sili thought a lot in her mind, including what she planned in the East District factory these days, what her master Black Hoo was doing in Queens, and even the actions of major secret churches.

For a moment, Wen Sili stood there in a daze, letting the drizzle of rain fall on her skirt, without any sense of anything, but her face changed.

After pondering for a while, a resolute flashed across Wen Sili's face. She thought she had to figure out the current situation of the Dark Night Church.

Even if she was exposed, she could intercept everything from her to herself without involving her master's black hoof.

"Seeking"

Thinking of this, after dropping the black-faced umbrella in his hand, Wen Sili rushed into the rain curtain at a glance.

With the "Clown" sequence, the attached sensitivity and nerve reflex speed, the whole person was like a dexterous cheetah and was running between the traffic and the crowd, and the strong wind rustled through his ears.

The clock stopped for a while, and Wen Sili also arrived in front of the church. He looked at the night watchman who was rushing to the same hurry as him.

Even though they were surrounded, they were still confused, but her heart was inexplicably more stable.

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

"I don't know very well, but I remember that the nightclub in the North District was Pete yesterday, you guys."

"I, I, nothing abnormal happened when I inspected security last night. Otherwise, you might as well ask Ms. Wen Sili, wasn't she just promoted to 'Red Gloves'?"

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

"Oh, the goddess is here, just like you see, I just arrived, let's go and listen to Archbishop Anthony's teachings together."

Wen Sili said as she stroked her hair soaked in the rain and went straight into the secret passage.

When she walked through the Gate of Chanis and saw the night-time men and Archbishop Anthony sitting quietly in the center of the church, while the woman in the main seat was a woman she didn't know was slightly stunned.

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

"Praise the goddess! (People)"

"First of all, I want to tell you a sad news. The Bishop of Beirut, the devout believer of the Night Goddess, has encountered misfortune when he was pursuing the pagans because the apostates united the spiritual order and the pagans."

"Only the soul of the apostate, the flesh and blood of the pagans, can calm the wrath of the goddess of the night, the loyal knights of the night..."

Shortly after the woman in a black priestly robe came to power, Wen Sili quickly came back to her senses in a voice full of piety and solemnity.

Nero and others who were entering one after another found a seat and sat down, and immediately folded their hands together.

....

"Furo"

I don’t know how long it took, but when Wen Sili walked out of the church again, the drizzle outside had stopped and the sky had cleared.

She stood there in a daze, looking at the group of night-time people who were hurried towards the dock area, and did not set off immediately.

Instead, I recalled the news from the woman who came from the "Holy Church" and was called a senior deacon, such as the "Bernard death of Beirut, the arrest of the apostasy of Nano, and the "spiritual corps are attacking Pulis Port," and so on.

After pondering for a while, Wen Sili got up and left, but she was traveling with her fellow travelers among the crowd, her destination was not the dock area.

Although almost none of these news was related to what she was worried about, for some reason, the haze in Wen Sili's heart did not dissipate because of this, but instead she felt a little more uneasy.

It seems that only by telling the news to her master, her heart, which is clenched by invisible power, can she be relieved.

"Swish"

After passing through several streets, using the traffic flow and water mist, the substitute paper man left to Wen Sili, who was on his behalf, and then moved slightly and penetrated into the alley.

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

Wensley, who quietly arrived in Joewood District, paused, turned around and headed towards the East District.

.....

Meanwhile, Queens.

Wang Changle, walking in the shadow, stopped straight in front of a giant iron gate.

"Well, this breath fluctuation should be here."

Looking at the lush grassland and the villa full of rotten atmosphere in the distance, Wang Changle raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

In fact, he arrived in Beckland an hour ago, but he sent a message to Black Hood without responding. He had been searching for the fluctuations of his breath for so long.

Compared to this lifeless villa, Wang Changle was even more surprised by his own foodie's missionary point in the wealthy area.

The current situation will appear, which means that there is a problem with the previous "missionary" model. Black hoof, who has always believed in power and killing, has now had to solve the problem with the "mind".

This further shows that the existence of the original plan must have the ability to make Black Hoof afraid of the mouse.

Wang Changle instantly thought of the Archbishop Anthony who could kill him with his only 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 and enter.

The next second, the door opened by itself, and the rotten aura suddenly came to his face. Wang Changle stepped in and the door behind him closed in an instant.

"Bang"

With a crisp sound, the crystal lamp in the hall instantly illuminated the hall with closed curtains.

Wang Changle raised his eyes and saw the black hooves wearing a black tuxedo, sitting up from the coral mat in the corner of the wall, obviously just woke up.

From the wall behind him to the ceiling, and then to any part of the room, I saw countless black follicles, which were flowing with brown mucus, squirming happily.

At first glance, it looked like a full eyeball, and Wang Changle, who felt the unique atmosphere of "pollution", immediately became interested.

Wang Changle, who activated the eyes of the creatures, couldn't help but frown when he looked at the scattered lines of life.

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

"Hey, boss, why are you here?"

The black hooves wriggled with tentacles, and instantly pulled them away, rolling up most of the follicles from the top of their heads and stuffed them into their mouths.

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

The next moment, the empty area quickly showed layers of black dots, and a lot of small follicles grew again.

"If I don't come again, when will you go? Or are these little things the goal of your missionary?!"

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

"Third Floor?!"

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

"Okay, then go and have a look."

Wang Changle looked at the black hooves that were squirming tentacles and climbing up the steps. The black eye follicles gave way to it instantly. He paused and quickly followed.

A few seconds later, the room on the innermost part of the third floor, covered with a large number of black follicles, opened after a "click".

The moment Wang Changle saw clearly, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. His living eyes were licking his lips and his eyes were moved to the extreme.

"Gugu"

I saw countless reddish-brown blood vessels growing on the wall of the room.

It is dense, not only covering the entire room, but most of it has even been integrated into this villa, blending with the wall to present a 'symbiotic' posture.

At the same time, deep inside these reddish-brown blood vessels, a heart aberration formed by countless eyeballs is slowly beating.

"Dong!"

Almost every slight beating, tens of thousands of black follicles will be transported and taken away through reddish-brown blood vessel tissue, as if injected into the villa.

Wang Changle observed the distorted bodies in front of him filled with millions of life lines, but at the moment when his mental perception was covered, he noticed a dozen mixed but different breaths of life.

In an instant, Wang Changle instantly thought of the silent situation in this huge villa manor.
To be continued...