Gongsun Ce quickly followed the knight out of the headquarters, nervousness and anxiety spreading in his heart. His instinct told him that something was about to happen, but he knew nothing about it. How can we prevent five ordinary people from being attacked at random in a city of 20 million people?
"I hope it's not too late..."
They said hello to their colleagues and hurried out of the headquarters and drove to the East District. Their car stopped after driving for a while, and the bridge connecting the East District and the inner city was completely blocked. Gongsun Ce poked his head out of the sunroof of the car and saw a large group of people crowded in the center of the bridge from a distance, holding wooden signs filled with slogans and shouting angrily towards the area on the other side of the river.
"... Demonstration." Gongsun Ce looked livid, "At this time?"
"Do nothing!" "Descendants of murderers get out of the capital!" "We oppose the new public security regulations!
"Who will stop the murderer!"
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People holding sticks, glass bottles and holding various slogans crowded the motorway, and the crowds blocked the bridge to the East End. Horns and shouts were blared, and angry people and car owners exchanged insults. The traffic police who came to maintain order failed to be effective and were instead pushed aside by the marchers. People in gray and black clothes squeezed through the gaps between cars and headed towards the inner city. From a distance, it looked like a muddy flow of mud crossing the glacier and rushing towards the white city.
Gongsun Ce parked the car on the side of the road and flew directly over the bridge with Alandia. The two of them were observing the situation from the air, communicating and thinking rapidly.
"Alandia, do you want to reveal your identity?" "It's no good. My rash appearance will only arouse resistance." "Ah, yes, I will question you about the murder... Damn it!" Gongsun Ce scolded. With a sound, he quickly swept through the crowd with telekinesis, observing everyone's appearance.
"...I didn't find the fan," he reported hesitantly. "There are no weapons of destruction, no hidden impermanent agents, and no traces of interference..." Airandia judged, "It was a spontaneous action by the people."
They landed in the East District and rushed to the police station near the latest murder.
"Alandia, is this just a coincidence?" "Maybe, but we should be prepared."
Airandia made a crystal ball-like weapon and issued an order in an unprecedentedly serious tone: "I am the second seat of the Star Council, Knight of Dawn Airandia Helleson. Inform all members of the headquarters that from now on Entering a state of emergency preparation, all Star Knights are requested to go to the bell tower within their respective jurisdictions as planned. The central command will contact the Mage Academy and report to the royal family to properly handle the East District parade as quickly as possible. All members above the manifest realm must pay attention to their own defense. , be wary of the hidden law master’s surprise attack.”
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"Copy that, Knight of the Dawn." Raquel's voice came from the ball, "How does your jurisdiction handle it?"
"I am tracking the enemy's traces in the East District, please ask Mr. Mo Yuankai to temporarily defend."
The conversation ended quickly. Starting with the order from the World Creation Envoy, the elite team of the Royal Capital began to act as quickly as possible. Gongsun Ce was surprised by the knight's quick judgment. He couldn't help but ask: "Are we still investigating this case?"
"Check. There was also a Realm Master who escaped from the battle that day. This matter was probably his handiwork. Whether it was manipulating civilians or subordinates of the troupe, we can take this opportunity to collect enough information."
"Ah, find that person!"
The Dawn Knight was much faster than the vehicle, and Airandia took him to the police headquarters in the East District almost in the blink of an eye. The greetings had been made on the road, and they hurriedly revealed their identities and went to do the autopsy under the guidance of the police officer. The real chaos has not happened yet, maybe it is not too late...
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[Alandia Helleson is the unparalleled Knight of the Dawn and a resourceful detective. No one is her opponent on the frontal battlefield, and no prisoner, no matter how cunning, can escape her capture.
However, no one is perfect in the world, and there are always limits to the roles a person can play. The "knight" who protects the civilians cannot respond to the protests of the citizens, because the knight cannot draw a knife on the civilians; the "detective" who detects the crime cannot prevent the crime from happening, because the detective always arrives late after everything is over. 】
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Roninless Reclu strolled through the halls of the museum, using living magic to animate the cultural relics that entrusted people's thoughts. The urgent warning notice made the old mage feel particularly bad.
"Hyde! Where are you now?!"
"Yes, yes!" The elusive apprentice jumped down from the second floor, "What's wrong, old man?"
"There is a notice from the Knights, and they are now entering a state of full alert." Roninles said in a solemn tone, "Move out all the old things in the warehouse."
"Prototype telepathic weapons?" Krikki raised her eyebrows. "Those gadgets are not only inefficient but also waste lives. They are unnecessary. Who needs those except the Knights of Dawn for research."
The prototype of the psychic weapon was the means used by the people on this island to protect themselves before the law of impermanence was introduced into the kingdom. Use vitality instead of aura as the power to activate weapons, and rely on self-sacrifice as the last trump card to protect your homeland. These ancient weapons have long been abolished due to low efficiency, and only a small amount of them remain in the museum. Now Loninlus is going to take them out again.
"It's not necessary for us." The old mage said, "And if the decisive battle fails...the surviving civilians will need the power of the old object."
Always consider the outcome of defeat. If the impermanent wizard in the capital dies, the survivors will at least have something to protect their families.
"I understand." Krikki nodded, "Old man, I will find someone to do things for you. When the critical moment comes, I have to go back to the palace."
"...Okay, let's go."
The mage's apprentice, Criqui Hyde, is also a spy serving the royal family, and the old mage knows this very well. Some people who work secretly must be exposed in the light, so that people in high positions can feel at ease. He has always understood the truth, but in daily life he has long been accustomed to the other party running back and forth. Hearing the apprentice speak so straightforwardly, the old mage was still a little sentimental.
After all, she was promoted from the bottom by the royal family. The kindness of acquaintance and the teacher encountered later are not the same concept.
Crikey walked up behind the old man, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, old man, you know who I am. Don't be too sad..."
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Eastern District, Honeysuckle Street Police Station.
The morgue was full of stench and fishy smell, and the miserable condition of the disemboweled corpses made even experienced police officers turn green. However, the detective and his assistant showed no signs of dissatisfaction. Alandia was flipping through the autopsy reports page by page, and Gongsun Ce was using his telekinesis to piece together the broken corpses.
"The five victims are three men and two women. The first victim is a homeless person, the second is a sex worker, the third is a priest, the fourth is a courier, and the fifth is a housewife... I can't tell. What the victims have in common is that they were killed indiscriminately..." Gongsun Ce carefully observed the cutting marks on the body, "Many parts were cut off with one knife, and there were no marks of repeated cuts. The murder weapon was a heavy weapon such as a broadsword. arms?"
"Heavy weapons will seriously damage the corpse, and it is more likely to be a short blade carried with him." Airandia said, "The murderer is agile and has strong martial arts. Such a person can also cut off the human body with a knife. Ce, kill the first body Bring the body."
Gongsun Ce did as he was told, and with a flash of white light in the Dawn Knight's hand, he wrapped the drunkard's body in several dirty coats and a cotton hat. She read the conclusion from the autopsy report: "The cutting speed was extremely fast, and the sequence cannot be determined. It is speculated that the deceased's right upper arm, lower arm, and right hand were cut into three sections first... Why did the prisoner cut from the arm first?"
"There is little logic that must be followed for this kind of pleasurable crime, and it is probably just for convenience."
Gongsun Ce used telekinesis to pull up the corpse's right hand: "Just like this, he stretched out his hand..."
"Go get someone standing in front of him."
Alandia made a rough human shape out of white material and stood in front of the corpse. The corpse's right hand reached up, and Airandia fine-tuned the details of the human form until the corpse's rigor mortis finger movements matched the outline of the human form.
"An alcoholic, rude tramp. According to the file, there are tattered pornographic magazines in the shed where he lives. Such a person would not have such an intimate interest in men." Gongsun Ce murmured, "So It is very likely that she is a woman with good looks..."
"Tall, not elegantly dressed, and good at using daggers. She always works at night, maybe because she is busy with work during the day..."
The white human figure gradually became more detailed as details were added. Gongsun Ce looked at the outline of the human figure and felt an uncomfortable sense of familiarity. He seems to have seen such a person, a woman who is agile, busy at work, and it is not surprising to walk alone at night... She is good at using daggers...
"Alandia." Fragments of daily life flashed in his mind. He recalled the details of his communication with someone, his voice trembled unconsciously, "I remember that Criqui had a folding knife."
There was a flash of light on the white human figure, and the last piece of the puzzle came together, allowing Airandia's impermanence to reveal the truth.
If it's Hyde. If it's really her. So, now, the most dangerous person is...
"—Oh no, Roninlus!
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"...It's all over after one sleep."
A gray thread penetrated Roninlus's Tianling Cap and sank into his mind.
The old mage's eyes widened. The gray line has no entity and cannot cause physical damage. The threads came from Krikki's hands... No, there were other threads, threads that disappeared into the body at some point... Where did those threads come from...!
"you……"
Speechless. Thinking gradually becomes dull. No, was it slow before that? Why didn't you notice it? What about protective spells? The mind is armed. We have been on full alert since receiving the alert. There was no way he would fall victim to such a crude sneak attack. Exactly...when...was the trick...
Krikki's body suddenly became insubstantial, disappeared like mist, and kept flashing in the hall. Some kind of invisible attack bites her like a ghost, and the buildings and cultural relics move like living creatures, launching all-round snipers at her. The methods left behind by the old mage were automatically activated at this moment, and Criqui Hyde was forced into a corner. It was only a moment before the living spirit would shatter her body, and just a moment before the power of the soul-resurrection could pull away her spirit.
However, in the end, the old man missed the mark. His attack was dispelled by himself before it could succeed. Roninless Reclu stood frozen in place mechanically, like a living puppet.
"I almost got killed~" Krikki patted her flat chest, "A cautious old man, he has been plotted for so long and still has some energy left. Who do you want to catch by setting up this automatically triggered trap?"
She walked up to the puppet, lowered her head in a playful manner, and said, "The show is about to begin. The Dust Order would like to say hello to you."
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[Loninlus Reclu is a learned and talented resurgent mage and an old man with a eccentric personality. He is pessimistic and cautious, always considering the worst-case scenario. Being suspicious by nature, he rarely makes mistakes.
However, the lonely "old man" who has never been married has always longed for family affection. The expectations and trust he had in young people caused him to expose flaws that should not exist in front of those close to him...
We can no longer blame him. After all, young people are always the nemesis of “old people”! 】
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Queen Anne was walking towards the clock tower in the palace, and she felt uneasy. She always felt that she had forgotten something. Now she was in a state of emergency preparation. She should go to her place...go to the bell tower to meet up with McCollough...but it seemed that there was still something she should do, that was...
"……ah!"
Heir to the Kingdom. To prepare for the worst, the royal family members must be sent out of the royal city first. Three children, and Aurelian... no, Aurelian is already gone...already gone...
But, is it because I miss you for too long? The fantasy in her mind seemed to come true, and she really saw her dead husband in reality. He was standing on the garden path, waving to her cheerfully, just like the summer they met.
"Aurelian?" Anne called softly, "Why are you here? The king is in danger, take the children away quickly..."
Aurelian said nothing, only smiled and came over. He looks almost exactly the same as when he was young...almost exactly the same...almost...but how can the same person look different?
When he came closer, the queen finally saw clearly, that was not Aurelian, that was Charles, her most beloved son. A thread appeared in Charlie's hand, and the thread sank into her mind.
"ah……"
Charlie's mouth moved like a machine. The man who had been tampered with for a long time could only pronounce the designed lines: "The Dust Order greets you."
The protective spell prepared in advance was activated, and the golden beam penetrated Charlie Morton's heart. Before he died, Charlie reached out and placed a glass bead in his mother's hand.
Charlie's consciousness seemed to have recovered for a moment before death. His penis shrank for a moment and his mouth opened in disbelief. Do you want to say something? But it was too late. Then Charlie Morton died. The man who was manipulated to plot against his mother and then killed by his mother did not even have time to shed a single tear before he died.
Queen Anne had long since lost consciousness, her consciousness sinking into darkness. She walked into the clock tower in the palace, walked into the center of the entire Shadow Mist City barrier system, and activated emergency preparedness with her own authority.
She threw the "glass bead" and embedded the Eye Child of the Netherworld Dragon into the core of the Shadow Mist Barrier.
Then the bells of St. Morton's clock tower rang.
As a result, fog filled the streets.
So, on this night when the entire city was in panic, when the fear had solidified, and when conflicts continued in the city...
The Shadow Mist City barrier built on the basis of the spirit prison world, with the resonance of the children of the netherworld, ushered in the reversal of the outside and the inside.
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[Albion Anne Morton was once a majestic monarch, but now she was just an old woman in her twilight years. The "mother" who dotes on her eldest son will put down her guard in front of her children, and the "widow" who misses her late husband will eventually be hurt by love. 】
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"I can't contact Luo Ningles." Gongsun Ce looked pale.
"We have also lost contact with the palace." Alandia pulled him up and flew up without any explanation, "Let's go meet Mo Yuankai..."
Her steps suddenly slowed down, and they all heard the bell ringing, but it was clearly not time to tell the time yet. Gongsun Ce noticed that there was fog in the air, like the fog on the day of the duel. In the blink of an eye, the fog became so thick that you couldn't see your fingers, but the surrounding environment did not change. There was only thick fog, only thick fog...
The Dawn Knight's footsteps stopped, and Gongsun Ce had never heard her voice so solemn.
"Ce, stay by my side."
A black figure appeared in the white mist, a slightly familiar outline. An old man, wearing burnt black armor and gray hair, was old but upright, walking as usual. Gongsun Ce vaguely recognized the person coming. "No," he repeated desperately, "No! No!"
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A figure walked out of the gray mist, wearing holy fire armor and standing in front of them holding a long sword. McCullough Wright's eyes were dull and he spoke mechanically like a puppet.
"...Silent Phase·Breaking the Boundary. Soul-Burning Holy Fire."
The guardians of the Morton Kingdom ignited the beacon of despair at this moment.
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[McCroll Wright, a self-sacrificing "hero" who serves as a firewood knight. "Heroes" and villains complement each other. When the defeated "accomplices" step down, there is no need for the upright ones to survive. Therefore, the "hero" who protected the kingdom burned himself in the final battle. 】
