Chapter 399: Aftermath

A week later, in the morning, after writing a letter to the Moulin Rouge, hoping that they would provide food and agree to the uprising, Adrie looked at the Seventh City outside the window with a little nostalgia. Perhaps this was the last time she would see it.

"After we leave, the Seventh City will definitely fall into chaos. Don't you think it's a pity?"

Hearing Susie's voice, Adrie spoke in a deep voice after a moment of silence.

"In fact, we can leave a few people in the Seventh City. There is no need to take them all away. The Priory was always cultivated by me. It would be a pity to use them all at once."

"Since it's a pity, then leave Ori behind and get ready to go." Susie spoke lightly. Adrie thought about it and asked someone to call Ori over. After a while, Ori, wearing a black double-breasted coat, stood respectfully in front of Adrie. Adrie walked over gently and looked at him deeply. The scene was quiet for a while.

"My Lord Bishop, are you looking for me?"

Ori, who was in a rough mood, spoke humbly, and Adrie spoke lightly.

"You stay to stabilize the situation in the Seventh City, but we have to take the others away. We rely on you here. I will write to the Red Mill to communicate and ask him to support you with supplies." Ori was secretly delighted when he heard this. Although the top management didn't say anything, judging from the personnel transfers in the past few days, something big must have happened. After they left, he would be the uncrowned king of the Seventh City. Looking at Ori with an unchanged expression, Adley continued, "Don't forget that you have signed an agreement with us. Your subsequent potions are also in our hands. Live well. If there is a chance, I hope to see a more powerful hermitage. I wish you good luck." After saying that, Adley put the letter in Ori's hand and walked out slowly. At the Seventh City Railway Station, Camus, wearing an elf mask, looked at the crowd underground with an extremely indifferent expression. They all wore black robes with the symbol of the hermitage on them. They were looking at Susie and others fanatically. The strong admiration even made their eyes extremely red, and a crazy breath surrounded them. "For the truth." Laura, wearing a fox mask, raised the badge in her hand and declared loudly. "Boom... for the truth."

With Laura's action, the crowd underground suddenly shouted loudly, and the enthusiastic shouts even shook off the dark clouds in the sky. This fanatical atmosphere shocked Camus. Adley completely trained this group of people into qualified cultists.

"We brought death and salvation. Under the gaze of the Lord of Truth, we will be fearless. Killing is salvation, death is liberation. We are the shepherds of the Lord of Truth, managing the world for him. They are guilty, and only blood and screams can wash away their sins. From today on, you will save the world and become fearless." In this fanatical atmosphere, Laura also shouted fanatically, and the members of the underground hermitage screamed wildly, and a violent and extremely excited panting sound echoed in the air.

Laura waved at the steam train, and the cultists squeezed in like dense locusts.

"Is Adley not here yet?" It was not until then that Laura regained his composure. He looked at the street in the distance with a thoughtful expression.

"Here we are, let's go."

The sharp-eyed Caska saw Adrie running at full speed through the perspective of Silly No. 1. In less than a minute, everyone saw Adrie running over in a black robe. She looked at everyone with shame and apologetic expression.

"Sorry for being late. I have explained some things."

"Let's go."

"Woo..."

Accompanied by the whistle of the train, a train full of members of the hermitage ran straight to the sixth city.

Two days later, the duty officer wearing a black uniform and looking a little sleepy suddenly heard the sound of the track not far away. He was a little surprised. Since the blockade, the cities of Toktor and the country have been independent and there is basically no communication. Because the cities are controlled by cultists and big businessmen, everyone does not trust each other, so the train has basically not appeared for more than half a month.

"It's strange. The Sixth City is almost a dead city. You shouldn't come here to escape from famine, right? This damn cult organization is really nothing." After saying that, the staff on duty still used the kerosene lamp to indicate the direction. Gradually, a train with a metallic luster entered the platform. In the smoke, he suddenly heard the sound of steam footsteps. He saw men and women wearing the same uniforms with half-closed eyes on their bodies coming down. Their eyes exuded strong fanaticism and bloodthirstiness. They didn't say a word. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and his expression was a little horrified.

"The Sixth City is controlled by a big raw material merchant. The Hades Palace is in the southeast." Hearing someone talking, the man looked back and saw a lady wearing a rabbit mask looking at the map in her hand, drawing on the map with a pen while talking.

"These merchants are from the Underworld Palace, massacre the city."

Hearing this, the man felt his hair stand on end, and a suffocating cold air made his face pale. At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in front of him. He looked down and saw a beautiful arm piercing his chest, and there was a steaming heart beating violently between the five fingers.

"Sorry, you heard something you shouldn't have heard." An indifferent voice flowed through his neck, and the light breath made his ears warm.

"Dong..."

The man vomited blood and fell down. When she closed her eyes, she saw a man wearing a seagull mask looking down at him. His heart was instantly crushed by him, and the thick blood plasma splashed on his mask, which looked very hideous.

"Then let's massacre the city. Each of us will take a team to deal with it. Camus will be responsible for the Hades Palace, and the rest will be left to us." Laura said indifferently after hearing this. Camus waved behind him, and more than 40 people followed him to the southeast.

"Casca and I will be responsible for the north." Gandalf, who was wearing a seagull mask, breathed a little quickly. Casca patted the silly number one beside him and nodded after hearing this.

"Then let's go."

"I'm responsible for the west." Susie, who was wearing a rabbit mask, said indifferently.

"I'm in the south."

"..."

In the Underworld Palace of the Sixth City, the anxious bishop walked back and forth in the luxurious hall. He still didn't understand what the headquarters meant. So far, the invasion of the Principality of Asgar has been smooth sailing, and even the Aurora Society has carried out large-scale faith infiltration and assassinations. Even if he wants to stop it now, he can't do anything. The entire Underworld Palace didn't send anyone to the Toktor People and the Kingdom. Even when a very important wanted criminal appeared in the Seventh City, they didn't send anyone to track him down, as if they had disappeared.

"Pah... What on earth is the headquarters doing? Just watch the Toktor People and the Kingdom being invaded? Since ten years ago, they have ordered to shrink their strength, indulge the expansion of cultists, and ask us to murder high-ranking officials of the Toktor People and the Kingdom, even to the point of not caring about anything. What on earth are they planning?"

The bishop, who was extremely angry about what the Underworld Palace did, slammed the table hard. In his opinion, the Underworld Palace's behavior was to destroy the Toktor People and the Kingdom, and even to the point of killing people. What on earth are they planning?

"Alas...if this continues, the Toktor People and the Kingdom will be completely finished. This is the faith of an entire country. What are their top leaders thinking?"

"You are curious, and I am curious too." At this moment, the bishop suddenly heard an indifferent male voice from the side. He looked back and saw a man wearing an elf mask sitting elegantly at a long table. Through the mask, the bishop clearly saw a pair of red and blue eyes.

"Hiss...Ding Ding Ding...Who are you?" The bishop suddenly felt his body shudder. He stepped back involuntarily, knocking over the tea set behind him. He felt that his legs had already hit the table. The bishop, who had nowhere to retreat, left uneasy.

When Camus heard this, he leaned back elegantly on the high-back chair. His eyes became more and more shining, and a vague sense of vicissitudes came over him. He saw his fingers move, and the bishop suddenly felt a piercing chill from his back. He immediately looked back and saw that his pupils dilated and he fell down with his mouth slightly open.

"Kill... leave no one alive."

Outside the window came dense shouts and explosions, some firelight illuminated the window, and a faint smell of blood mixed with a burnt smell drifted in. Camus looked out the window indifferently, and saw flames coming out from all directions of the dark Sixth City. He immediately laughed.

"Hunting us? This is just interest."

Under the Hades Palace, the Hades Palace supernaturals who were suddenly attacked fought hastily. At least half of their companions died in the elemental explosion just now. The ragged Hades Palace supernaturals looked at the group of butchers in fear. They were like killing machines slaughtering the people of the Hades Palace, and they even fought in the way of exchanging their lives for their lives. Their expressions were fanatical and crazy, and they muttered to themselves during the battle.

"For the Lord of Truth."

"Where is the bishop? Where did the bishop go?"

A bloodstained superhuman spoke in despair. At this moment, a corpse fell from the sky. He was wearing a bishop's robe and his head was smashed into a bloody mess. They couldn't help but look up and saw a man wearing an elf mask looking down at them. Seeing this scene, despair and chillness enveloped everyone's heart.

"Continue."

Seeing that the situation below was very favorable, Camus gave an order and left the window. For a while, the screams below became louder.

After a while, the screams from the ground became weaker and weaker. A superhuman with blood on his face came up. He left a blood mark on his feet every step he took. When he saw Camus looking at the mural in deep thought, he spoke excitedly.

"My lord, they have been slaughtered, including the dogs they feed. There is no living life in the entire Hades Palace."

Hearing the voice, Camus, who was absorbed in looking at the mural, turned around and spoke softly.

"Let's go partying. There are healing potions in the Hades Palace warehouse, and... let's burn this place."

"Yes..."

Until the man's footsteps faded away, Camus looked at the fireplace thoughtfully. He walked over and kicked it hard.

"Bang..." A gust of cold wind came out, and an underground passage extending downward appeared in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and walked down.

"Hey, the same."

When Camus walked to the end, he found a round room with a skeleton in it. A passage exactly the same as the one in the seventh city appeared in his eyes, with the same murals, the same mottled door, and the same uneasy feeling. This confused him. Why is there a similar door here?

After thinking about it, Camus carefully closed the door. He decided not to take risks.