Chapter 585: Butterfly’s Wings (3k)
From the twelfth city from the west, it was a rather old city. Even the decorations inside leaned towards the old European era, and the melodious chime of bells rang out from the depths of the church.
Sleet hit the tall TV tower, making a “tap-tap” sound. Intertwined wires swayed in the wind, appearing in the distance like crows perched on the wires.
“Boom!”
As a thunderclap sounded, the true appearance of the crows was illuminated. They were not crows but people wearing special attire. The person in the lead wore crow feather attire, a black dragon pattern long sword at his right hip, and black and red-eyed plates on his left waist.
Opposite this person stood a middle-aged man in similar attire. The latter gazed at the city, smoking a wet cigarette, and asked softly:
“Mr. Huainan, are you sure about acting today? After observation, there are Ferrymen here. With our team of only two Elders, it won’t be easy to make a move.”
“Little Junior Sister has made her move. She wants us to act and create a pincer movement, to squeeze the Singer’s sphere of influence and destroy the alchemical devices… We are responsible for this twelfth city. The last city will be handed over to the military personnel.”
The person in the lead slightly tilted his head and looked at the distant city. The light inadvertently illuminated his face, revealing a very ordinary one. It was Ren, who had been waiting for a long time.
“You should know that the [Singer] has used almost all of their resources this time.”
Exhaling blue smoke, the face of the other Night Watcher was fully revealed. It was Yuan, one of the chief examiners who had previously assessed Su Jiu. Her exquisitely made-up face no longer held its former cheerfulness.
She paused, her slightly curved figure bending slightly, and continued: “There are at least five War God Level individuals, and even some Mid-War God Level ones. With our reconnaissance team’s strength, you, me, and everyone else might be leaving here forever.”
“There’s no need to be pessimistic. Little Junior Sister sent word that she has War God Level participants who will try their best to attract the Ancient God Sect’s combat power. We can attack during the chaos.”
Smiling, Ren’s gaze pierced through the rainy night at the dimly lit cities. His pupils glowed with a faint golden light, and a powerful and hidden aura emanated from him, almost making the rain seem to stop.
“You better stay alive. This is not our country, and you are not fighting for the country.”
Hearing this, Yuan’s face remained expressionless. She said coldly, then flickered and disappeared, leaving only Ren and the Night Watcher team standing there.
“To say such discouraging words before the fight has even started is really a buzzkill.”
After standing for a moment, Ren smiled helplessly, then drew the black long sword at his waist. His slightly rough fingers brushed against the blade, and he muttered to himself:
“However, if it’s just for the country, then what’s the difference between us and machines?”
“Hoo… Let’s move. Mission codename is [Frostbreak].”
Finally, he glanced at the church at the center of the entire city, then leaped and completely merged into the night. The team members followed him silently, like night crows hunting for food, calm and orderly.
Within minutes, heart-wrenching cries for help echoed from within the huge hall, but soon their voices were completely drowned out by the sound of blades.
“Bang!”
A huge fire completely engulfed the church, attracting countless spectators. They didn’t understand why the church, which usually performed acts of charity, was directly plundered.
Amidst their terror, they suddenly noticed a dragon’s roar coming from the highest point of the church. Three beams of light collided, and an angry voice seemed to descend from above: “Your Night Watchers’ reach is so far?! This is within Bear of the Snow’s territory…”
The owner of the voice never dreamed that the place he managed and oversaw would be infiltrated by the organization he hated the most, and that in just a moment, the formation within the base would be destroyed.
However, the figure opposite him remained unresponsive, continuing to swing his huge blade. The Ferryman had no choice but to roar again, “You are only two Elders, with a maximum strength of Demigod Level. You are simply courting death!”
“You are just an ordinary Ferryman, how dare you look down on us?”
Ren slightly raised his eyes, and his muffled voice finally sounded again. Then, the black-patterned dragon sword in his hand transformed into a black flame spear, stirring up the night and emitting an unending, scorching black glow.
The Ferryman opposite him had no choice but to raise his cleaver to meet it.
“Bang!”
The sound of weapon clashing seemed to swallow the entire city. Another purplish-red figure, like an assassin, continuously stabbed the Ferryman’s back. The dark sky was completely occupied by three beams of light.
It was unclear who was injured. Hot blood flowed down with the rain into the capital, making “sizzling” sounds. The spectators were driven a kilometer away by the Night Watchers.
They were only told that the queues in the church for sending eggs and receiving various daily necessities for prayer were fake, that there was never a savior, and no free lunch.
There were only scams, life-threatening scams.
…
From the seventh city from the west, unlike other metropolises, this place was very prosperous. Although it was nearly night, the hustle and bustle continued at every street intersection, and many vendors could be seen pushing their carts.
In a Western restaurant adorned with crystal lamps, several figures sat at a long table, their heads bowed, their gazes occasionally falling on the red-clothed girl sitting in the center, as if waiting for her to speak.
Under such treatment, she was as elegant as a princess, with a cool and noble aura, making the waiter not dare to approach and disturb her.
“How is the preparation going? I need to welcome a King Level Saint within three days. If the amount of sacrifices is too little, he will be angry.”
Casually scanning the bowed figures, the red-clothed girl casually twirled some spaghetti with a fork, dipped it in tomato sauce, and after taking a bite, slowly asked.
Under the girl’s slightly hoarse voice, the entire dining table fell silent. It seemed that no one dared to be the first to speak, and no one even dared to look directly at this “Princess Royal.”
Even two men in black straw capes, who were close to the main dining table, bowed their heads silently, fearing that they would anger the red-clothed girl.
“Reporting to Master Singer, there was a major accident from the front line. Nearly a hundred of our Shallow Believers were looted, and the two Black-clad Bishops stationed there were both killed…”
The young man was Si Chen, who had met Su Jiu several times. Dressed in a suit, he couldn’t reveal his ruthless nature of killing people, appearing more like a sunny and cheerful young man.
The others did not seem surprised when Si Chen spoke. In their hearts, they tacitly acknowledged that this newly appointed Black-clad Bishop was a confidant of the Singer, especially since the Singer seemed to have a special affection for this young man.
“Kakaka!”
As soon as the words fell, a heavy aura erupted from the red-clothed figure. In an instant, the restaurant windows shattered, and everyone present became deathly silent, their heads bowed, not daring to look at the Singer who was clearly enraged.
“A bunch of trash!”
The Singer snorted coldly but did not attack the person in charge. After calming his temper, he swept his gaze across the tense faces and finally landed on Si Chen’s face, asking lightly:
“Why didn’t you tell me beforehand? You know, I don’t like being kept in the dark like this.”
Mr. Si Chen was stunned. Under the schadenfreude gazes, he lowered his head, pondered for a little over a minute, and then said softly:
“Because it won’t affect the Saint’s arrival. According to ancient texts, as long as we have the quantity equivalent to five cities, we can summon the phantom of a King Level Saint who can heal your injuries. Without the protection of the barrier, the Saint’s phantom will shatter easily.”
Hearing this, the red-clothed Bishop’s anger subsided considerably. She got up and walked around the dining table. The sound of her high heels ringing in the ears of these Black-clad Bishops, who normally killed without blinking, undoubtedly tightened their heartstrings.
“Dong…”
Finally, the sound of high heels stopped. The Singer came to Si Chen’s back, looked at his face, smiled, reached out, and gently stroked it, asking, “Hehe, so how many cities have we prepared now?”
“There are nine cities, starting from the fourth city from the west, and then to the second city from the east. Three in the west are empty, and one in the east is empty.”
Feeling the coolness on his cheek, Si Chen licked his dry lips and reported every word accurately.
“So few?”
Hearing that there were only nine, the Singer slowly withdrew her hand, a look of surprise on her face. She looked at the Ferryman in the distance again and asked coldly, “What’s going on?! Why are there so few?”
“In the Dragon Country region, the Night Watchers, Dragon Hunters, and the National Security Bureau have joined forces, leading to many Shallow Believers in Dragon Country being captured. They are now using collective legal education and public service announcements to promote resistance against our pyramid scheme model,” the Ferryman said with a helpless expression, speaking in a low voice.
At this moment, Si Chen seemed to recall something and added, “And the most important thing now is that the blood relatives of the high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals we captured are having problems.”
“What is it?”
The Singer’s heart clenched. She felt that everything related to her affairs was not going smoothly. Now even the Snow Demon had cut off contact, and she could only operate in secret.
“Most of their family members are unreachable. For those who can be contacted, their communication methods feel very strange, constantly feeding our people empty promises…”
Si Chen’s face also looked exceptionally grim. As he spoke, he paused slightly, then changed the subject and said coldly, “Those actions are as if they are being secretly monitored by Dragon Hunters.”
“Dragon Hunters wouldn’t be able to get the locations of these people so easily,” someone quickly interjected.
“Idiot.”
Si Chen turned to that person with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, then turned back to the Singer and said after a moment of silence, “There might be an internal informant among us who is passing information. We need to investigate quickly!”
