Please Stop Summoning Me!

The Anti-Magic Bureau should crush the enemy and make Nolan's inner and outer world feel the power of order, which should have been the case, but as a result, they fell into a tug-of-war in the industrial zone.

Our attack was abrupt...but they were prepared for a long time...made a lot of traps and summoned a lot of monsters with invisible art beforehand.

The wind definitely leaked, and George couldn't help but begin to doubt a question he didn't want to think about in the past.

Whether it was the fact that the investigators were uniformly attacked when they were off work a few days ago, or the strange situation of this siege, it can only explain one thing.

There are ghosts in the bureau.

Also, the level will not be very low.

Investigators below rank B will not know the specifics of the operation, and will only obey the order when they are ordered to strike.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and silently exhaled a ring of smoke.

Inner ghost, who is it?

George is very clear that in fact everyone is suspected, and it is not uncommon for investigators to be bewitched and seduced by cultists.

Many people are not strong enough, but their hearts are unable to resist supernatural forces, or their families are threatened.

Can't find a ghost for now.

And, they have to do one more important thing first.

George said in the earphone: "You must find the place of worship quickly and get rid of the priests here."

It's a pity that Nolan's only S-class investigator is on a business trip in Emery.

He is teaming up with the local members of the "Xu Foundation" to deal with a special existence that "once recognized, it will escape; once touched, it will die".

That "monster" can't come back, otherwise things would be much simpler.

George breathed out another puff of smoke and said, "It can last up to two hours to screen out ordinary people's invisible techniques. If the time has passed and the problem has not been solved, everyone will have to erase their memories one by one."

"As long as the priest is killed and the sacrifice cannot be held, the layout of the Word of Tranquility in Bayland is over."

Having said that, George was slightly silent, recalling the information displayed in the memory pages.

When he checked the memory page, his expression changed drastically because the priest sent by Serenity Word to Belend was already certain that he was an old friend who had gone astray.

The man named Yale Villard, the author of "Silent Language", a man who has lived for more than a hundred years.

George closed his eyes, he still remembered the past of the two of them.

Himself, Yale, and the noble bastard named Byron, the three explore the world together, searching for ancient secrets and pursuing crazy thrills.

He and Byron were young at the time, and the long-established Yale Villard was the dominant man on the small team.

A few years later, the three parted ways and ended up on three very different paths.

He opened his eyes and said calmly, "Our first goal is to kill Yale Willard, the priest of Silent Words, to end this chaotic night."

George's face was calm, and his heart quickly made up his mind.

That man is a real undead body, and he must end him with a disaster-grade relic at the right time.

"Second Blade: Absolute Death."

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Rainy night.

Deep in the old industrial area, there is an abandoned building near the edge of the city that is about to be demolished.

On the top floor of the abandoned building, on the ground without any decoration, there were hundreds of people in gray robes sitting cross-legged.

Everyone remained in absolute silence, without any movement.

Outside the abandoned building, the sound of fighting could be heard from time to time, but the cultists sitting on the top floor seemed to be unable to hear anything.

Quiet.

Their doctrinal goal is to obtain absolute peace of mind, and for this goal, the silent singers who symbolize "safety" and "peace" are worshipped.

An old man sat in the middle of the crowd.

As the priest of the Silent Word, he never makes a sound in the presence of the faithful.

Priests use their thoughts to communicate their thoughts.

The believers all have a piece of white paper in their hands, and the black words that are vague and absent gradually appear on it, and it is fleeting, and then the next sentence appears.

On the white paper appeared in sequence:

"The ignorant mortals found us, time was running out, and it was too late to move."

"At present, the ignorance of mortals has the upper hand, and our strength is temporarily no match for them."

"With the words of silence, there is no way to defeat these ignorant mortals, and we are still not strong enough in Bayland."

"But we still have a chance, which is a chance given by God."

Having said that, he paused.

Tranquility has obtained an important piece of information in the past few days, which is completely credible and is enough to change the situation of the battle.

"The entire Bayland has become a kind of 'special place', and in this special place, it will be very easy to communicate with the gods."

"The embers of Chaos have successfully contacted the heretical and false gods of their beliefs several times, because Berlund has undergone a mutation."

"We're going to perform sacrifices."

"The mysterious power of Bellander will help us reach the great singer."

All the words appeared on the white paper one by one, and then disappeared indistinctly. The gray-robed believers still did not make a sound, but they all knew what the priest was thinking.

Only his power can defeat the mortals of the Anti-Magic Bureau.

Immediately hold a necessary sacrifice, and beg the great Him to bring down the great gift of God.

"The power of the singer will make all things quiet, and everyone will have real peace of mind."

"In the end, we will sacrifice Belland to our esteemed singer."

Part 42, Chapter 42

The followers of Silent Word got up from the ground one after another.

Only the priest who presided over the sacrificial ceremony sat in the middle, without any movement, as if he had fallen into a state of suspended animation.

He was very old, very old, at least seventy or eighty years old, very old.

However, there was not even a single wrinkle on his face that was not young.

There was an indescribable, inexplicable strange feeling on the face of this old man.

A believer held a black ball the size of a heart with a solemn expression, and walked from behind the believers.

He slowly knelt down in front of the priest, lowered his head, and held the black ball in his hand high.

The priest gently reached out and took the black ball.

This is the relic that Tranquil Word is about to sacrifice to the great Tranquil Singer.

disaster (disaster level) mysterious relic.

All disaster relics are enough for the country to pay attention to. Nolan Anti-Magic Bureau will hold a special meeting for each new disaster relic that appears.

The data files about disaster-level relics can only be accessed by investigators of B-level and above.

The priest held the black ball in his hand and stood up slowly, as slowly as a dying person.

The believers standing around all knelt down at the same time and lowered their heads neatly.

The priest still didn't say a word, but continued to spread his heart on the paper.

New black writing appeared on each "white paper".

"Sacrifice to the great Singer of Tranquility, that he may grant us eternal peace and peace."

The black sphere in the priest's hand bloomed quietly, and an ancient silver-gray cross floated in it, ancient and outdated, without a shred of brilliance.

The disaster-grade relic that Tranquility is about to sacrifice is called "Old Color Cross".

One of the few disaster-level relics that have been passed down from generation to generation, it is said that its maker is a mystic scholar who has been searching for the world until he escapes from the mortal world.

He has been plagued by bad luck since childhood, sickness, curses, and accidental injuries are all part of his daily life.

Every relative and friend also died due to accidents. He survived all kinds of hardships, suffering and strong, and has been running around all day in pursuit of peace of mind.

Finally, he made the "Old Color Cross", and at the moment of completing it, the scholar finally got peace of mind.

As long as the cross is held on the body, the user will have the power of "barrier".

This "barrier" is not real, but conceptualized. No matter what physical damage, curse, poison, charm, or disease the body receives, it will be completely invalidated by this invisible "barrier".

The price of using it is also obvious. The holder will hear more and more babbling and strange sounds, and gradually fall into an uncontrollable madness.

The more "attacks" encountered in the process of holding, the faster it tends to fall into madness.

Except for the occult scholar, those who use it in the future will never be able to gain peace of mind. Therefore, the followers of Tranquility Language have a strong resistance to this disaster relic.

The priest held a black sphere that split into a lotus shape, and the old-colored cross floated in it. The kneeling believers were separated to the sides, and no one raised their heads.

He walked slowly forward, and kept going, without the slightest intention to stop.

The priest's body went straight through the wall, stepped in the dark mid-air, and walked out of the top floor of the abandoned building.

His footsteps were in the air.

The surrounding noises stopped, and the rain in mid-air stopped falling.

Quiet.

"..."

The priest was silent for a long time, and finally waited for the time represented by the Serenity Singer, and he started a silent prayer in the depths of his heart.

"Your name is the name of the people, and your voice is the voice of the people."

"The quiet guide, the caroler of the dead."

"Eternal Rest, who gives rest to the world."

"I will offer the cross that fades forever, calling you from the bottom of my heart, expecting you, begging you."

"Please grant eternal tranquility and peace of mind to the restless world."

In the dark sky, countless gray lines form an irregular wriggling pattern, serving as an invisible altar to communicate with quiet singers.

I don't expect the Tranquil Singer to come, but I just hope that the great He can give gifts.

As long as the gift descends, Tranquility can use the power of the gift to make the investigators of the Anti-Magic Bureau taste despair.

The old-colored cross slowly flew high into the sky, the surrounding rain stopped falling, and a huge dark vortex gradually appeared in the dark rain cloud.

There seemed to be something terrifying about to emerge from the dark vortex, darker than the darkness, thousands upon thousands, bound by some invisible force.

Once they appear, the whole world will be greatly destroyed.

Below the abandoned building, investigators such as George and Su Ling raised their heads one after another.

A strange sight in the dark sky.

An extremely strong, indescribable, indescribable aura emerged from the huge dark vortex, and the investigators were stunned and felt a strong sense of overwhelm.

Except for Su Ling and George, everyone squatted down holding their heads, unable to bear the pressure.

Su Ling persisted for a while, but closed her eyes.

George put down the black umbrella in his hand and let the rain hit his face. Only he could endure the headache and look directly at the vortex.

Huge, terrifying, indescribable, thousands...

"Are all the family members in it?"

Even in the rainy night, he could roughly see clearly that floating in the air was the priest of Silent Words, who was holding some kind of mysterious sacrifice or ceremony.

While it's not clear what the other side is going to do, George has no idea of ​​waiting for the enemy to finish it.

White lightning flashed in the air, and the priest's face was completely illuminated. George could clearly see his appearance, a lifeless face that didn't look like a living person.

The conditions for the use of the third blade - fulfilled.

"Borrow and take, third blade."

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