An unsettling ray of light from the sky seeped into the gap in the curtains. Two draft horses pulled a large four-wheeled carriage, staggering across the masonry pavement. The clatter of hoofs was clear and powerful.
"Do you need me to repeat the mission objective again? Before the frontal conflict breaks out, we must first control the blood of the emperor, and then cooperate with the frontal attack team members to eliminate the remaining Nirvana cult believers."
Ed took out a small notepad and map and rechecked the route.
"I know, I know, do I need to repeat something like this again?" Bai Ya, who was sitting opposite him, raised his little finger and waved his hand impatiently. Traces of bandages could be seen vaguely under the cuffs.
"Is the gunshot wound on your arm okay, pretty boy?" The sound of the sea monster's gurgling water came from under the metal hood.
"No problem, Rowan has taken out the shrapnel. This hand is a little strained, but I can use the other arm to fire the bow."
Since Charlotte was present, Byakuya rarely didn't have a playful smile on his face. At this moment, she was sitting quietly aside, holding a lantern in her hand, and the hair on her forehead that was almost covering her eyes trembled slightly with the bumps of the carriage.
"Do you have the key in your hand, Ed?" Miss Quinn suddenly said beside her.
"Yeah." Ed nodded. Before taking action, Mr. Eaton handed him the key to the metal collar around Quincy's neck. Once it is turned on, Quinn's restrictions on animal transformation will be lifted. This is the last resort when the team encounters a crisis.
"Why don't you just give it to me. Once the war starts, I'm afraid you won't be able to take care of it."
"To be on the safe side, let's leave it with me first."
Ed rejected her request. Eaton has repeatedly warned not to lift Quinn's restrictions easily, and never leave it to her to keep.
"As you wish." Quinn snorted coldly, turned her face away, and stopped talking.
The members of this team include: assaulter Quinn, sniper Bai Ya, sea monster who controls the fire source, Blue Butterfly who specializes in anti-spiritual bodies, plus Ed as a scout.
These people all have certain stealth capabilities, and their attack methods are not easy to make noise. They can remove the sentry force and seize the oil tank storing the "Emperor's Blood" without causing too much noise.
The dragoon armor like Anvil will make a roaring noise, and Doctor Rowan's gunfire will quickly reveal its position underground, so they are more suitable to be placed on the front as the main attack force.
The carriage stopped at the ruins of an ancient sewer. It is also one of the few rat trails directly controlled by the Bureau of Divine Regulation.
"Come on, guys, the show is about to begin." Bai Ya jumped out of the carriage first.
The sea monster walked down, and the stepping board used as a step was directly crushed by his exaggerated metal diving suit. He stood there awkwardly and said to the coachman appointed by the Bureau of Divine Investigation:
"Uh, sorry."
Ed and Quinn jumped out of the carriage one after another. The seat was knee-high from the ground, which was a bit inconvenient for Charlotte holding the lantern in her hands. So Byakuya hugged her down with extra consideration.
The inside of the huge pipe surrounded by stone bricks has long since dried up, and unknown weeds have grown out of the remaining mud on the ground, sucking in the glimmer of light and water droplets in the cracks of the bricks.
The team lined up and moved forward in order: Quinn was at the front, Kraken was in second place, Ed was in the middle, Charlotte was in second place, and Byakuya was in the rear.
The lantern in Charlotte's hand emits a faint pure white light. Since she suffers from claustrophobia, her mental state will deteriorate rapidly when she is in a dark and closed environment, so she has to maintain a certain amount of lighting when traveling in the tunnel.
Fortunately, there were one-eyed spiders scouting ahead, so they didn't have to worry too much about exposing their targets.
After traveling in the tunnel for half an hour, the group finally arrived at the target area. This is located in the central area of the East District, with a large number of wooden buildings scattered above it. If you want to ignite the entire East District, this is an excellent arson point.
The one-eyed spider methodically checked every passage, and only after confirming that there was no one around would the team move forward. Suddenly, the audio processing module captured a faint whisper, and Ed immediately controlled it to crawl in the direction of the sound——
Three members of the Nirvana Order, dressed in retro-style smocks and robes, were surrounding the body of an unlucky smuggler. He muttered prayers in his mouth, which seemed to be in ancient Voluni language.
The smuggler's head was chopped off with a sharp blade and hung on a simple altar filled with candles. Only the twisted and painful face cried out about the torture he suffered during his life.
A burning, red iron sword penetrated his chest, and the body was gradually engulfed in flames. One of the believers threw the head into the flames, and the skin suddenly crackled and burst.
"Shh, lights out."
After confirming that there were no other believers nearby, Ed said softly. Charlotte covered the lantern with a piece of black cloth, and the team slowly moved closer to the dancing light source.
A fireball the size of a head, bright red and dripping with blood was seen taking shape from the ashes, rising slowly like the sun and suspended in the air. It was a spirit servant named "Fire Demon", a low-level spirit summoned by the Nirvana Order. Its strength was equivalent to a level 2-3 extraordinary person.
While the three people's attention was all attracted by the flame demon, Quinn leaned closer to the altar.
The member at the farthest end seemed to have noticed something unusual, and just as he was about to speak, a white feather arrow quickly sealed his throat.
At the same time, Quinn's raid also followed. She covered the mouth of the nearest person, and easily cut the carotid artery with the butterfly-wing folding knife. The blood immediately turned into a mist and sprayed towards the last member on the field.
He wanted to shout loudly, but seawater surged out of his mouth and nose, along with seaweed and snails the size of fingernails.
In front of Ed, the sea monster was whispering some unknown and creepy language. The voice was deep and deep, as if coming from the terrifying abyss deep in the ocean.
Just as Miss Hound was about to take the life of this pagan believer, a bloody red fireball flew towards her, with a vaguely ferocious face in the firelight.
She had to slide forward and roll to barely avoid the burning flames.
The white feather arrow passed through the fireball, just like a moth passing through candle smoke, burning and turning into a cloud of ashes in mid-air.
At this moment, the light suddenly dimmed, as if someone suddenly turned off the lights.
The thin, soft snow-like light was connected to the glass rings on Charlotte's ten fingers, becoming ribbons of light that entangled the blood-oozing fireball in front of her.
A deep spell derived from the secret text of "Spider Web" - Xinguang Weaving Thread.
