I'm an antique shop owner, so it's reasonable for me to know some magic

Chapter 484

The cause and effect have been explained, and the pleasantries have been exchanged.

The three knew they should get down to business.

"School bus driver, you're to be taken to Volturi so that the head of the family there, who has the ability to read memories, can interrogate you."

"You need to take the female corpse back and have Su Fan use professional magic to destroy it."

"But in your account just now, it seems that a key figure is missing."

After Theresa's reminder, Alice recalled the cult member disguised as a child that she had asked Jamie to capture, and she slapped her forehead.

"It was my oversight, but the situation was urgent at the time, and I couldn't possibly grow tentacles like those monsters."

"I'm not blaming you, Alice, just telling you to be careful."

Theresa gently comforted the distressed Alice.

"Since they dared to do this, they must have their own unique methods to control vengeful spirits. I'm afraid they've already escaped by now."

"The follow-up investigation needs to be conducted with greater care."

At this point, Theresa's tone became slightly more somber.

She could also sense something unusual about it.

She learned from other members of her government staff that esoteric activities were becoming increasingly frequent throughout Britain.

This proves that the previous attacks were not their ultimate goal at all, but merely a part of a larger plan, important but not irreplaceable.

Su Fan fought against Chen Wujiu and ultimately won by a narrow margin.

Theresa, who had personally treated him, knew best how serious his injuries were and repeatedly urged him to take good care of himself.

However, with Su Fan recuperating, the obstruction and pursuit of the esoteric sect almost completely came to a standstill.

In stark contrast, the esoteric sects have a clear division of labor and operate with high efficiency, like a massive machine that can still function normally even if one or two gears are lost.

Thinking of this, Theresa looked at Alice with a hint of understanding.

Therefore, Su Fan plans to tone down his previous lone-wolf style and shift his focus to developing and training excellent partners.

What is he doing right now...?

Are you still suffering from the curse of the bone nail?

Theresa's reverie didn't last long before she was pulled back to reality by the strange sensation on her face.

Upon closer inspection, it was Alice pinching her cheek.

The latter didn't say much, but the subtle smile in her eyes showed that she had guessed what Theresa was thinking.

"Sorry... I was spacing out just now."

Theresa was a little embarrassed, but she quickly composed herself and continued speaking.

"To investigate what Tantric cults really want to do, we can start by looking at their ultimate goal."

“They are fundamentally different from those celebrities who believe in the devil and crave worldly wealth and power. What they seek is arrival and destruction; they are a group of truly insane people.”

"They nourish evil spirits and demons with human souls and flesh, and then use these evil spirits and demons to feed the monsters they have bred..."

Theresa paused suddenly at this point.

Jamie and Alice, who were listening on the other side, were a beat slow to realize that something was wrong.

"Their current actions are simply a mechanical replication of their previous actions in the building."

Theresa murmured.

"Similar actions will lead to similar results."

Alice continued speaking.

"Are they trying to recreate the gray fog that blocked off the building in various parts of London?"

Jamie's face turned pale.

Who could have imagined that this would cause such a massive upheaval throughout the entire metropolis?

No, it's far more complicated than that.

Inside the villa, Su Fan leaned back in a recliner.

The water curtain created by the Mystic Light Technique formed a map of the entire Britain.

Through the Mayfair family's intelligence network, Su Fan had marked all traces of the secret cult activities led by Chen Wujiu on the map.

Aside from England, the political center, traces of their activity can also be found in Northern Ireland and several other locations.

These murders and cult strongholds, taken together, somehow surrounded the entire country of Britain.

Those individual, shining points of light were like nails, nailing down the vitality of this country.

"Is Chen Wujiu, that madman, trying to use the gray fog to seal off the entire Britain and turn it into an incubator for Outer Gods?"

Su Fan narrowed his eyes.

What a big deal.

There are countless other so-called "empty people" and branches like the Church of the Bridge Builders throughout Britain.

These special living people are actually like the base of a formation, responding to each other to maintain stability.

Su Fan had unintentionally saved James, preventing him from becoming an empty person, which ruined part of the plan.

But if they can make one, they can make a second.

It's just a matter of time.

time.

Su Fan thought of the curly-haired cult youth who had communicated with him telepathically in front of numerous reporters, putting on a show.

What he wanted to do at the time was to stall for time and cause as much trouble as possible for Su Fan, so that Su Fan would not have time to assess the secret movements of the cult.

Because the other party knew that once a superhuman of Su Fan's caliber began to act, the entire secret cult in Britain could probably be wiped out in less than two days.

These people were so fanatically sacrificing their lives for an empty and meaningless goal that had no other purpose than destruction, which made Su Fan feel a strong sense of disgust.

It's like seeing a pitch-black cockroach next to a deliciously fragrant cake.

As Su Fan pondered this, he popped a pill into his mouth.

He is not fully recovered from his injuries, but he can still send out troops to eliminate members of the secret cult in the nearby area.

But such actions are far too inefficient.

He is currently playing a game of chess with Chen Wujiu.

Although our side has few pieces and they are all weak soldiers, once they cross the river...

……

In the brightly lit church, the priest awaited a somewhat special believer.

The latter was dressed in loose clothing and was clearly a man, but he had long hair, which was even strung together with a piece of wood.

They looked like a shaman from some tribe, but that wasn't quite right; their clothing was clearly traditional East Asian attire.

They've come with ill intentions.

The priest braced himself and was about to step forward to ask when he heard an unfamiliar voice.

"I really can't understand your line of thinking. Could you explain it to me properly, Your Holiness from the East?"

The priest stared at the other person's closed lips, wondering where the sound was coming from, when he suddenly lost consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, his neck rotated 180 degrees in a bizarre and rapid manner.

Beneath the hair, the back of the head, which should have only shown the scalp, gradually revealed clear facial features.

(End of this chapter)