Will Rebecca be the sacrifice they prepared? Griffith used the insight crystal and his own low inspiration to examine it, and found that she had good mental power, but there was nothing abnormal about her. The analysis of psychic ripples, physical and mental characteristics is a profound knowledge. Homemon Watts has offered three semesters of courses, and it is not something he can tell by just looking at it.
All in all, let's take Rebecca back and keep her there, and then conduct a careful investigation.
The wizard's tower was in a mess, with police and city defense troops from the town and city walking around, as well as some clerks and citizens who came to do business. Like the Holy Grace Church, this place is the stronghold of the Extraordinary and is directly responsible for the affairs related to the city and the port.
Sergeant Major Finland was in the hall exchanging the search situation with everyone. The Hanami memorial ceremony is approaching, but so many things have happened, and the local security forces are somewhat stretched.
"Find a comfortable place for this lady, I have something to ask her," Griffith waved to the sergeant major, "How about the Khamis we just captured?"
"It's definitely not an ordinary thing," Finland pointed to the cell upstairs. "His wounds heal very quickly, but his rank is only Sequence 9. There must be some dark magic secret in him."
"We need to strengthen our vigilance," Griffith glanced at the mage tower where people were coming and going. "Where are the stationed mage and second lieutenant?"
Amber was leaning on a lounge chair not far away, eating a sandwich, and mumbled:
"The garrison magistrate went to see off Senator Milovan Neville. The second lieutenant is at the city hospital to get the confessional. I will return to the Holy Grace Church in a moment and be on duty there."
"Have you ever interrogated that guy named Khamis?"
"The Master asked, and also said that when you come back, you will be asked whether you have conducted inappropriate torture, and you will be asked to submit a process report on how to obtain information about the cultists' dens," the Finnish sergeant major handed over a few pages of records from across the table. "I didn't ask anything. Khamis slowly told me which small city-state in the east he came from, that he was a believer in the Creator, and a bunch of other things."
Griffith took the record and flipped through it. The record of the interrogation is very simple.
In the absence of appropriate channels, the interrogation must abide by the rules of investigation, and the confessional agent must also follow procedures. The first round of questioning is often just a formality. The second round of interrogation will be very important, and as soon as the preparations are ready, we must start to get to the bottom of it.
At such a critical time, the resident mage still has to go see the congressmen off?
"That's all? Did you interrogate them together?"
"The resident mage was with me, and I took the notes," said Finland. "Hamis started to vomit blood in the middle of the process. I went to call the doctor. I went out for two minutes. After I came back, I didn't ask any more questions. The resident mage said that it was just a waste of time. , let the second lieutenant mix the confessional."
Well... Griffith was silent for a while, sat down next to Amber who was having dinner, and looked at her unfocused.
"Would you like to eat?" The trainee investigator looked at Griffith, then at the half-bitten sandwich in her hand and handed it over.
"What kind of person is Senator Milovan Neville?" Griffith asked thoughtfully.
"What do you want to say~ An old man, said to be Sequence 6 and knows our principal, but he looks old and weak," Amber said, rubbing the ends of her hair, "He is just like other mage masters. Interested in his own research and knowledge, he collected many strange things and had a big shelf.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with him?"
"He was one of the passengers on the Equinox, how could he have nothing to do with it," Griffith said. "Which department will be responsible for investigating him?"
"The Central Bureau of Investigation has a special extraordinary person investigation department," Amber waved his hand, "Don't think about it, his identity is not just a Sequence 6 extraordinary person, he is also a well-known scholar, a noble parliamentarian, and a noble person in the kingdom. One of the characters, such a person will not have contact with us at the grassroots level."
I understand this. As long as Quaxor didn't ride on his face, this big shot might not come to help even if he saw the people on the Equinox dying.
Griffith nodded: "Why did the resident mage go to see him off? He doesn't look like such a considerate person."
"Maybe I'm curious like you and want to see if I can find out some clues," Amber clapped her hands and stood up, "I'm going to work the night shift at the Holy Grace Church, and I'll leave the Mage Tower to you and the Sergeant Major. ."
…
Not long after Amber left, the wind started blowing outside the window.
"Is there going to be a heavy rain?" Finland ran over and closed the door. "Just rest in the tower. Do you need to tell your family?"
Griffith wasn't too worried about the safety of Elodie's family. Dr. Zion once taught at Homemonworth. Even if he was only a scholar who did not participate in the battle, he was still a scholar who could teach at Homemonworth.
After a while, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and the strong wind and heavy rain crackled on the glass windows.
Griffith went around the interrogation room. The captured Khamis was frightened when he saw him, but kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
Griffith began to use torture to extract confessions again, but with the local Beyonders and others around, he did not dare to be rude.
"Nothing gained!" Finland leaned back on the rocking chair and swayed. "The ensign will bring veritaserum later. With just a sip, Khamis will even remember the color of his underwear last week."
Griffith nodded, took a sip of the cold water. It's raining harder and harder outside, and the astrologers didn't say in the morning that there would be a thunderstorm today.
"Did Miss Rebecca say something?"
"I told you a lot, and it seems quite honest," Finland nodded. "I come from the eastern city-state of Petra. I have no evidence of entry date, family situation, etc., and my luggage was stolen."
Griffith took a deep look at Finland, poured two glasses of hot water, and asked for two pieces of sandwich, preparing to ask himself.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't look at me like that!" Finland yelled, "I think my attitude is pretty good. There was no torture or forced confession. The little girl seemed to have spoken voluntarily!"
The night sky was suddenly illuminated like daylight, and thunder and lightning vented their anger toward the earth, almost splitting it apart.
Then, bursts of thunder rolled over, and lightning struck everyone's heart like it would never stop, making people shudder.
"This lightning is a bit weird," Griffith came to the window and looked at the rainy night that seemed like daylight. "I feel like they all struck at the same place."
"How is that possible?" Finland shook his head, "But I have never seen such terrible thunder and lightning this season. Our mage tower will not be demolished!"
The lightning and thunder that shook the earth were followed by an even more violent downpour. The sound of the rain was like a drumbeat, and even the people in the room had no idea what they were talking about.
"Stay alert," Griffith said. "Everyone armed. I have a bad feeling."
…
After about a quarter of an hour, the rain gradually slowed down.
Just when everyone was preparing to leave while the rain subsided, terrifying thunder broke open the door of the mage tower, and a two-meter-tall man walked in with his head held high.
He had short blond hair, a handsome and resolute face, and his eyes stared straight ahead, as if nothing in the world could shake his heart. The strong muscles on the burly body are bulging, making him more tall and handsome than a perfect sculpture. Dozens of people in the mage tower looked at him sideways. The soldiers, clerks and stranded civilians present looked at him with surprise, envy or greed. I was so shocked that I couldn't look away.
He has no clothes on!
The majestic masculine symbol and reef-like muscles advance through the crowd. The men all moved away in shame.
His steady steps walked across the solid wood floor, making a rumbling sound, as if a man and a horse in armor were stepping on it, making people feel fearful.
Everyone was stunned for a moment as they looked at him, hesitating whether they should blow the siren and swarm over to take the man away.
His muscles and body shape were obviously rigorously trained. He has a resolute face like a soldier but behaves abnormally. Is he a soldier who has been traumatized by the battlefield? Griffith quickly made a mental portrait of the naked man and classified him as a mentally abnormal person.
Finland looked at Griffith, then shouted to the man, "Hey! Man, you look good at your job, but you're worse than me."
The naked blond man looked at Finland expressionlessly, as if looking at a steak: "Where is Khamis?"
"What?"
"Tell me the location of Khamis, immediately," the naked blond man said with such irresistible majesty that everyone present thought they had heard wrong.
"Stand where you are, raise your hands! Are you also a member of the cultists?" Griffith shouted, and he had already pulled out a throwing gun and held it in his hand.
Before he finished speaking, the sergeant major suddenly screamed and flew away from him, smashing a table and chairs with a "boom".
"Where is Hamis?" The strange man knocked away the sergeant with a charge, and asked Griffith in a smooth and powerful voice.
The city defense troops present showed their weapons. The blond cultist suddenly turned around and grasped a pillar. He exerted force with his hands, causing the pillar and the hall to tremble, shaking off countless dust and gravel.
"What are you going to do?!"
"stop!"
The hall was filled with shouts. Griffith didn't ask any questions, and shot away the armor-piercing spear, nailing it into the chest of the cultist man. The giant man was knocked back two steps, but he turned a blind eye to the serious injuries that could be fatal. He used his hands to directly pull the pillar up from the ground.
"Wow - ah!" The city defense troops present fled away. A large piece of the second floor floor that lost its support collapsed directly.
"Attack!" Griffith roared, "Send the alarm, we need support!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the cultists were already striding over, waving the pillars in their hands. Everywhere he went, people, furniture, and floors flew everywhere, and screams continued one after another.
Griffith watched as the giant man rushed towards him, grabbed a bottle of secondary deceleration potion and smashed it to the ground. The cultist was immediately put under a slowing effect.
His second lance had been thrown. This blow penetrated the cultist's waist and abdomen, but it still couldn't stop him.
Not only could it not be stopped, the man only spurted out a little black blood, which was completely unlike a human's reaction to being hit by a heavy projectile gun.
This thing is not human! Is it a puppet?
Before Griffith could fire his third shot, a pillar roared towards him. He hurriedly dodged to the side, and with just a little delay, the cultist had already rushed out of the deceleration range and punched him.
"Bang!"
Griffith recalled the experience of being severely beaten by the ghost of Illya Lentilus in the ruins of the Whispering Forest. He felt like all the bones in his body were screaming, and he flew out.
"Clang!" "Meow——!"
Before passers-by could see clearly what happened, several city defense troops were thrown out of the main entrance of the Mage Tower and fell into the alley across the street. Several frightened wild cats screamed from the darkness and jumped into the side. garbage can.
Passers-by from a street away could hear a crackling sound coming from the Mage Tower, followed by bursts of screams and calls for help, as well as continuous police whistles. Rebecca, the stranded people, and the swarms of city defenders fled out of the gate like rats on a sinking ship.
The terrifying cultist dragged a tall soldier as a weapon and strode towards the prison cell on the second floor. Everywhere he went, the city defense troops who blocked him flew away like rag dolls.
"Stop, you bastard!" Finland shouted angrily and rushed out. He had one arm hanging down, and in the other hand he was holding a heavy crossbow, pointing at the naked man and yelling.
"Stop, don't move! Don't move! You, don't come over, ah——!"
The cultist caught a crossbow shot with his body, kicked the sergeant away, and walked straight to the second floor without caring.
Griffith staggered out of the ground. He was thrown seven or eight meters away and rolled several times on the ground before hitting the corner.
It hurts, it hurts like hell! Griffith's mouth twitched in pain from such a blow, his bones were probably broken in three or four places, and bruises and abrasions were all over his body.
But he still chased after him and watched the cultist arrive at the door of Khamis' cell.
"Come and save me, Lord Apostle," Khamis shouted from his cell, "I'm here."
"Are you Hamis?" The naked man, who was called the apostle, broke open the bars of the cell with his bare hands and lifted Hamis out.
"That's right, Lord Apostle," the captured cultist burst into tears of gratitude, "I didn't expect to trouble you all."
"Believer Khamis," the naked man held Khamis' head with his generous palms, "the Creator thanks you for your service."
There was just a click, and Hamis's head was twisted in a full circle in front of Griffith.
Griffith gritted his teeth not far away, took out the siren from his clothes and blew it hard.
"Beep——!"
A sharp whistle broke the tranquility of the night, and a shout came from the distance.
The cult apostle didn't care about this, his throat was squirming, and then he vomited an egg-sized ball from his mouth, stuffed it into Hamis's mouth, which could not be closed, and threw it back into the cell.
After doing all this, the naked man turned around and walked downstairs, punching Griffith who blocked the way and threw the third bullet. The latter rolled down from the second floor like a rubber ball and did not stop until it reached the entrance of the mage tower.
The cult apostle passed over the trainee knight whose mouth was full of blood and walked outside without looking back.
With the rapid sound of horse hooves, Lieutenant Scholtz, the agent, galloped from the corner of the street on horseback. He was riding a handsome black horse, wearing iron armor and holding a sword, roaring like a storm on the sea.
"Second Lieutenant, be careful of this man!" Griffith was lying on the ground at the door, his mouth full of blood, pointing at the enemy who was slowly walking out of the mage tower, "His power is amazing."
Skolz looked at the messy mage tower in surprise, and then at Griffith, who was wearing double armor and his face was covered with blood. He drew his sword and shouted, "Raise your hands, kneel down on the ground! In our Nao Perlis Island, whoever dares to provoke the official Beyonders, ugh——!”
The terrifying cult apostle rushed towards the tall and armored Second Lieutenant Scholz and gave him a head-on blow. The Lieutenant flew backwards and hit the wall behind him, and he fainted.
Damn it, what kind of monster is this, a Sequence 6 transcendent? Why didn't there appear any signs? I need reinforcements, I need Awesome commandos, I need artillery, I need a fleet to take out this monster!
Griffith blew the police whistle frantically, wanting to call all the armed forces in the sea area over.
The cult apostle reached out to hold the ensign's horse and jumped up. The horse immediately stood up and jumped wildly on the spot. His steel-like limbs quickly curbed the horse's madness and firmly controlled it under his crotch. Then, on his trembling horse, he cast his gaze at Griffith, who was blowing the whistle frantically, his eyes as frightening as the red moon of calamity.
He said stiffly with an emotionless voice:
"See you later, baby."
After saying this, the mysterious apostle clamped his legs and rode away on the lieutenant's horse.
An earth-shattering explosion suddenly erupted from the upper level of the mage tower, and the entire spire was cut off in the explosion. Griffith was buried in the overwhelming rubble and dust.
