The sky suddenly darkened.
Ethan lifted his head and found the sun had already vanished behind the clouds.
This made the city, already cold and desolate, even more bleak and murderous.
Saint Kuanti was already a dead city.
From the mont they stepped onto the streets of the city, everyone felt it.
Everywhere on the ground lay bodies frozen into black ice.
In the shops lining the streets, through glass windows, one could see people who seed to have been selling items just monts before, now frozen into black ice.
But more prevalent were the traces of twisting and struggling.
The scene was so bizarre and terrifying that it truly chilled the spine.
However, those who ca were all true nars, and their ntal resilience was strong; they continued to observe and proceed on their path.
Yet, as they walked, the route seed to go astray.
"Captain, is the route wrong? The King told us to search the West District, why are we heading towards the center?"
Huoyan couldn’t help but speak out.
"What do you know? Since it’s pollution from ancient artifacts, have you researched the city’s history? The most likely place would definitely be sothing related to Saint Kuanti, and at the northmost end of the city, there’s a church built by Saint Kuanti. There must be clues there."
Sunlight retorted sharply and rcilessly.
The others felt a vague discomfort upon hearing this.
Even one of the secondary true nars who had been following him spoke up, "The King told us to explore the West District first, isn’t it better if we do that? If we go too deep and encounter danger, what if the King can’t aid us in ti?"
"Stop babbling. If you think I’m wrong, leave my team."
With Sunlight’s words, no one dared to speak further. After all, he was a third-level true nar, and strength was still paramount.
Since strength represented safety.
Ethan exchanged a glance with Anya.
This Sunlight’s motives perhaps weren’t so simple.
He was a True Nar of the Sun, which probably ant he was a mber of the Sun God Sect, and Saint Kuanti was a saint of the Sun God Sect...
Just when the atmosphere had reached a certain low...
A loud bell tolled suddenly, resounding throughout Saint Kuanti.
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
"Dong——"
Three consecutive rings.
The bell originally served the purpose of awakening and clearing the mind, but this bell tone instilled an indescribable sense of eeriness.
Especially in this city that was already completely dead.
Who rang the bell?
The next mont.
As everyone remained hesitant and uncertain, the surrounding air suddenly twisted.
Then, the cityscape, the outer walls of the buildings began to peel, the black ice on the ground, and everything started to decay.
A heavily foul stench perated the air.
The stench was so sticky and moist, it felt as if soone were rubbing a dead fish across everyone’s nasal passages and skin.
"Great Sun protect !"
Sunlight seed to be the first to react, chanting loudly, instantly causing a bright sunlight to descend, surrounding them.
That disgustingly sticky wet stench indeed faded sowhat, and even the air seed a bit warr.
Yet outside the sunlight, the world showed little change.
The cityscape was still decaying, seemingly becoming even older.
In Ethan’s aesthetic and historical expertise, the style of these decaying buildings now displayed before him dated back about a century.
That was the era of the Kingdom’s great expansion.
Saint Kuanti was established during that ti as well.
So, had they arrived in Saint Kuanti a century ago?
Had they entered a historical layer?
What was going on?
"What exactly is happening? Why did we enter directly? Was the entrance the bell sound?"
The secondary true nar in the team seed to not be warning this kind of occurrence for the first ti, yet this change clearly exceeded his understanding.
"Don’t know."
Sunlight’s tone turned solemn.
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At the sa ti.
When the bell tolled, not far from Saint Kuanti.
Two modified cars were swiftly advancing through the ice and snow.
Upon hearing the bell, the cars temporarily halted.
The people stepping out were dressed in pitch-black leather coats.
At first glance, their attire was sowhat akin to prohibition agents, but upon closer inspection, one would see an embroidery of a three-headed dragon on their leather coat shoulders.
They were mbers of the Kingdom’s most secretive force, the Kingdom Defense Bureau.
At this mont, standing at the forefront of the team, was Heisenberg, a core mber dispatched urgently from the Royal Capital known as the Eagle of the Defense Bureau.
He indeed had a pair of eagle-like eyes, glaring at Saint Kuanti in the distance like an eagle fixating on its prey.
They arrived earlier than scheduled.
Because this was an A-Level event, and... it happened in the northern part of the Kingdom.
The northern part of the Kingdom held a special significance known only to a few.
Therefore, they acted extrely swiftly, almost traveling day and night.
For this reason, he originally intended to discharge and investigate all mbers of Wenster’s Prohibition Bureau for delaying and covering up the matter.
Albertine’s little sches seed no mystery to him.
However, upon arriving in Wenster and eting Albertine in person, his intentions changed.
Because that was a rather fascinating young man.
Gazing at the darkened skies, Heisenberg recalled his conversation with Albertine.
"You can execute directly."
"Do you think I wouldn’t dare?"
"You wouldn’t hesitate about anything; you’re the Eagle of the Defense Bureau. I indeed erred, and willingly accept punishnt, but I would feel regret."
"Regret?"
"I would regret never being able to serve the Kingdom I dearly love, while all around this Kingdom, so many filthy worms and rats run rampant, gnawing at its body."
"Do you know? I detest smooth-talking individuals the most, but luckily, you’re a very capable smooth-talker, so, work well, I await you in the Royal Capital."
Heisenberg stood upright.
Initially, he believed the conversation had concluded.
Unexpectedly, the young man nad Albertine audaciously called out to him.
"Lord Heisenberg, since you seem to appreciate , could you help with a favor?"
"Oh?"
"When you go to Saint Kuanti, if possible, could you kill a few people for ?"
"Who?"
"Naturally, those black mud worms of Wenster."
"It’s A-Level pollution, do you think they could survive?"
"Things in black mud are always resilient to life, aren’t they? Dead worms are the good worms."
"If I happen to encounter them and they happen to still be alive."
"Thank you."
Albertine said, lightly tapping his temple with his finger as a salute gesture.
"All for the Kingdom."
"All... for the Kingdom."
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