Angdu looked around, and finally looked at Selin sitting on the ground.
Selin didn't say much and agreed with Angdu's idea.
"That's it," Ondu said, "Brother Selin and Cecia will stay here to continue guarding until reinforcements arrive."
"Suge, Gary and Betro, set out for the Castle of Hitles on the outskirts to see what happened there. Note that this is just a survey. Once an abnormal situation is discovered, self-protection should be the top priority.
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"What about you?" Cecilia stared into Angdu's eyes and pointed in the direction of Azure Square, "Are you going there?"
Angdu nodded, "Yes, judging from the current situation, it is more suitable for me to go alone. The power of those few auras mixed together is too powerful. I have to at least enter the middle level before I can face that aura directly."
Stay awake when you have strength.”
Uncharacteristically, Cecilia didn't make any fuss and nodded honestly, "I understand. I will stay here and wait for you to come back. Don't worry, I will take good care of the situation here and Brother Celin. Please pay attention to your own safety."
Ondu looked at Cecia, and after a moment of silence, he turned his gaze to the southern sky again.
The gears of fate were turning quietly. At this critical moment, the people of the Mutual Aid Association were divided into three groups, heading to Azure Square in the south, Hitles Castle in the northwest, and staying at the Foel Mansion.
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At that same moment, in a rental apartment down the block.
Gebion was holding a telescope and looking out the window with interest.
"Well, it looks like they are preparing to split up. What are you going to do?"
Grachi came over, took the telescope from Gebiong, and looked in the direction indicated by Gebiong.
"The ritual formation in the south will contain most of their combat power, but that force will also pose a threat to us, so it is not considered."
"The remnants of the Foel Mansion, I'm afraid they still don't know how terrifying the so-called 'seed of disease' is, so let them bury themselves in their innocence."
"As for the last team..." Grachi looked at Gebion, "Do you know why they went to the northwest? What's there?"
"I don't know. My mission is only to intercept according to your needs. This kind of intelligence investigation is not within the scope of my work."
After Gabiong finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes, looked at Grachi with a very interested look, and said with a smile: "Is it necessary? To control it remotely in this way?"
Grachi glanced at Gebion, "Of course, I must survive to achieve my goal."
"Hey," Gebion snorted disdainfully, "I don't like this way of fighting at all. I prefer the feel of blood sliding across my skin."
Grachi glanced at Gebion again, but this time he did not continue what the other person said, but instead said: "The forbidden weapon obtained from me seems to have not been put to use."
Hearing Grach's words, Gebion smiled, but his forehead bulged, as if suppressing great anger, and said: "Yes, it was the methods of those hateful purgers that made me succeed when I was about to succeed.
At that time, the success fell short."
Gratchi had an expressionless face and didn't want to continue talking about these boring things. He handed the telescope back and said:
"Let's go to the northwest. The people in Foel Mansion and Azure Plaza are all dead. We just need to wait."
"No problem," Gebiong said. "Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that this operation was all planned by you. Moreover, it seems that you have found a new helper?"
Gratchi said nothing.
Seeing the other party's acquiescence, Gebion was not angry and continued: "It's very interesting. Where do you plan to go after this matter is over?"
"What are you going to do?" Gratchi's tone did not waver.
"I originally planned to go to Faerun, but seeing you carrying out such a crazy plan made me interested. If you don't mind, we can continue to cooperate."
Gratchi thought for a while, turned around and went out, still remaining silent.
Gebiong smiled, followed, and still asked reluctantly: "So, are you planning to go somewhere?"
It seemed that the continuous questioning made Gratchi feel irritated, or maybe it was for other reasons. Gratchi simply uttered three words:
"To Faerûn."
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York City, Blue Square.
Originally, at this time, there should have been a large number of white pigeons drying their feathers, and the warm sunshine was shining down, giving this wide square a sense of laziness.
But at this moment, the scene here makes everyone familiar with Blue Square feel a sense of shock and fear deep in their hearts.
The flat and smooth stone slabs have become decayed, just like bones that have become crispy after being washed by time.
Lines of black viscous liquid appeared, carrying a dizzying stench, and squirmed slowly on the ground like an octopus that had been melted by the sun.
Bursts of pitch-black wind swirled in the square, blocking the sunlight and bringing a biting chill. In the surging black air currents, skeleton-like faces could be vaguely seen.
The scenes before us make people almost unable to believe that this is York. This horrific scene is like hell, stimulating people and causing them to feel despair from the deepest part of their hearts.
At this time, Angdu was standing in front of a barrier that was on the verge of breaking, watching the vicious force slowly eroding everything around it.
"What is the solution?"
A familiar voice came, and Angdu turned his head and saw a man with a square face walking toward him in a large robe, with the same serious look on his face as always.
"Nak? Why are you here?" Ondu asked in surprise.
"Not only me, but everyone from the six major churches near York rushed over," Nack said, "Mr. Ondu, is there anything you can do?"
"It seems that it should be a lost ritual formation, but why haven't we discovered it before? This is a problem." Angdu analyzed, "Can you help 'make the rules'?"
"No," Nak's face showed no emotion at all, pointing to the paper-like barrier in front of Ondu, "This is the limit of what I can do. It's not that I can't suppress this power, but it is really
It's so big that even if I suppress it for a while, a steady stream of power will come over me, and I can't stop it with my own strength."
"Well," Angdu did not blame Nak, and turned to look at the increasingly larger filthy tornado in front of him, "without divinity, the level of spirituality is the key to the battle situation."
After saying that, Angdu's whole body began to flash with a dazzling golden light. In mid-air, there seemed to be a vague figure with wings on its back, holding a spear, and slowly descended.
The next moment, the vague figure attached itself to Angdu, and a sacred breath spurted out, forcing the black airflow back for a moment.
There was darkness between heaven and earth, with only a bright beam of light falling from the sky, like a lighthouse in the dark night, extremely dazzling.
In this beam of light, Angdu suddenly opened his eyes, two rays of light that were no different than the sun shone. The next moment, two translucent wings of light stretched out from Angdu's back, and golden spears flashed.
Angdu soared into the sky, like an angel descending to the world, returning to the endless sky, and then changed direction, like a golden meteor falling straight, rushing towards the center of the dark tornado.
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Foer House, York.
Cecia frowned and looked southward unblinkingly with her two moving eyes.
Suddenly, a golden meteor shot up into the sky, then turned and fell again, causing Cecia's mood to rise and fall.
"That's Angdu." Sailin, who was sitting next to him, said.
"Don't worry about him. Ever since I heard his name, I have never seen anything that can really drive him to a dead end," Selin said, shaking his head slightly, "That's not right. His true strength.
In fact, even I don’t know.”
Cecia did not turn her head, she just stared at the golden figure in the sky, motionless.
Suddenly, as if a rotting corpse hand touched her cheek, a sickening chill rose from the bottom of Cecia's heart.
She turned her head suddenly and found that the monster trapped in the golden barrier was struggling to get up.
The tentacles that were supposed to have lost their vitality began to wave again, like dancing girls twisting their waists, and the head that had exploded began to shed dead skin adhering to flesh and blood as if it was molting.
Tender pink new flesh was born, like a newborn baby. At the same time, as the new head appeared, bursts of pure black smoke filled the air and spread around.
Cecia watched helplessly as a big tree turned into a lifeless white appearance after being blown by black smoke. Then, the breeze blew, and the big tree fell like ashes after burning.
Then completely disappeared.
Seeing this scene, Cecia and Selin were both shocked and quickly retreated to a safe distance to look at the monster that was undergoing transformation.
"Hiss...hiss..."
"hiss……"
"a ha ha ha……"
On the monster's tentacles, countless eyeballs crowded together began to rotate messily and disorderly, and bursts of crazy laughter came from the vocal organs hidden somewhere.
"It looks like there's still a second round." Selin looked at Cecia, "You stand behind me."
"No, you're hurt, it's me..."
"No, no, no," Selin smiled and said to Cecia, "You still have to wait for Ondu, don't you? Besides..."
"I don't plan to die here either."
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Seeing the abnormal situation in Azure Square, everyone living in York City began to panic.
Heartbreaking screams and sounds of pain came one after another, and a large number of people emerged on the streets, pushing and crowding, panicking and not knowing where to go.
They feel the fear in their hearts, but they don't know where their fate lies, so they can only drift with the tide.
Like ants drifting on the boundless sea, struggling with all their strength, but unable to control their own destiny.
Only powerlessness and panic caused them to use all their strength and scream in despair to fight against the fear in their hearts.
In such a hell on earth, some people are fleeing and some are fighting, while Neo, the police chief of York City, is fast asleep at the dinner table.
At the corners of his mouth, there were still food residues and wine as red as blood.