I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 188 Is this the end?
Inside the Oak Tavern, the Patriarch of the Sleeping People, a faction belonging to Chaos, was currently counting his recent gains.

In order to accomplish their great cause, they risked their lives frequently going in and out of the cemetery to steal the incomplete souls buried therein.

I thought this would be an adventure, but judging from the results, it doesn't seem to be worth the worry.

Now everyone in Shenhui City is busy with the change of the Pope, and the Church will not make too big a fuss at this critical juncture, so it is somewhat restrained.

Fortunately, this gave them the opportunity.

All in all, the Patriarch increasingly understood the Apostle's good intentions, and at the same time he felt ashamed for having misunderstood the Apostle's intentions in his heart before.

Now, the collection of the residual souls in their stronghold has come to an end, and soon they will be able to go to the Apostle and assist him in completing the most critical step.

While thinking, the Patriarch had already counted the number of residual souls. He was very satisfied with the tomb robber he had chosen.

He is the owner of this tavern and secretly believed in "Chaos" in his early years. He originally contacted him just to have a place to stay in Shenhui City, but he didn't expect that he could do things very efficiently.

The Patriarch planned to finish the task at hand as soon as possible, so he had to tell the tavern owner that he must collect more residual souls for tonight's operation.

The patriarch pressed the copper bell at hand, and the believer who was guarding the door quickly entered the room. After receiving the patriarch's order, he immediately went to find the tavern owner.

The believer first went to the restaurant on the first floor, but he didn't find the owner there, so he had to ask a waiter.

"The boss went back to his room. Before he left, he told everyone not to disturb him."

"What do you mean?"

The believer vaguely sensed something was wrong. He knew that the boss would not be so disrespectful. He had dreamed of becoming a formal member of the Anmian people.

But after hearing what the waiter said, he felt something was even more wrong.

"From the boss's appearance, he probably brought a woman back again. It's just strange that I didn't see any woman going upstairs."

Although it was just a hunch, the believers felt that something was seriously wrong.

As sleepers who have been lurking in the theocracy for many years, the experience of the believers is foreshadowing the coming of a crisis.

The boss's room was indeed locked. The believer was very confident in his hearing, which had helped him predict many dangers. He was sure that there was no sound of intercourse in the room.

The believers, who thought their boss was murdered, kicked the door open and the entire door panel flew out.

Before he rushed into the room, he smelled a strong stench of body fluids.

After he entered the room, the scene inside made him frown.

The naked boss was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, there was unknown milky white liquid all over the room, and the boss himself was fainted with a happy smile on his face.

This is by no means a normal phenomenon, and the boss who is an extreme worshipper of "chaos" will never let his desires lead him to make mistakes.

The church keenly sensed a hint of contamination, which made his forehead twitch and he couldn't help but curse.

"Those damn perverts from the Music Aid Society! Those who believe in "enjoyment" are all bad people! How dare they do something sneaky!"

"No... Now is not the time to be angry. We need to inform the Patriarch to withdraw as soon as possible..."

The glass in the boss' room was smashed by the flying object. After the object rolled to their feet, the believers recognized its true appearance.

"Holy Mist Bomb?!"

The church rushed back immediately, but the investigators outside had already thrown holy mist bombs at all the windows, and the entire second floor was instantly filled with holy water mist.

This mist can weaken the heretic power very well. At the same time, it is mixed with special substances that can react with the heretic power and produce a certain amount of anesthetics in the body. The believer's mind has begun to become hazy. He covered his mouth and nose and forced himself to walk to the third floor.

No matter what, we should protect the Patriarch and the residual souls that we have collected with great effort during this period.

At the same time, he was also wondering why the Kingdom investigators took action so quickly. Did they team up with the Music Aid Society, or was it the investigators' handiwork?

Whatever the case, there is something that is inexplicable.

It was obvious that the two investigators had lost their clues, so how could they find the base in such a short time and plan this operation?

Was it the strong men from the "order" side who took action, or was it the "holy" cardinal who took action?
His thoughts were becoming increasingly sluggish, and the believer was already moving forward relying on one arm. He struggled to climb to the third floor, and in the last moment before he passed out, he saw the Patriarch standing blankly in the corridor.

"Sir... quickly take the remaining soul... and go find the Apostle..."

"These heretics actually came here... The transfer of the remaining soul has been completed. Going to the Apostle now will only cause trouble for him." The Patriarch looked at the unconscious believer at the stairs and said, "Let us meet again in our sweet dreams!"

The Patriarch began to mobilize the heretical divine power in his body. He wanted to cause a pollution in the city to wake up the people who were immersed in the celebration.

The holy city that they are so proud of cannot protect them.

The Patriarch was immersed in the joy of his divine power running wild, and he didn't notice at all that a strange noise was getting closer and closer, until the wall behind him suddenly shattered.

A pure white two-handed sword smashed the wall and pierced the Patriarch completely from behind.

The patriarch glared with bloodshot eyes, trying to see the true face of the attacker.

But the flawless white full body armor made him panic.

A Paladin of the Theocracy, and judging from the style of his armor, his rank was not low.

Nodi walked out of the hole in the wall, stepped on the rubble, and approached the patriarch step by step.

"Your Majesty, we have severely damaged the target. Please give us your instructions."

"Are these self-proclaimed noble lackeys of the Church actually resorting to such a despicable tactic as a sneak attack? Hahaha, they are so hypocritical!"

The patriarch's arms had transformed into smooth purple tentacles. He waved his tentacles and rushed towards Nodi, but they did not have the desired effect.

Because Noddy activated the simplified ritual stored in the arm armor, which was made by Wyatt himself and had the functions of confinement, suppression, and calming.

The Patriarch was completely bound from head to toe by multiple halos and could not move.

Under the dual effects of the holy mist and the ritual, he gradually passed out, and the pollution index also dropped significantly.

There were hurried footsteps coming from the stairs behind Noddy. York led several investigators to the third floor, and the scene before them left them dumbfounded.

"Is it all over?"

"This full-body plate armor... belongs to the Holy Knight of the Theocracy. The Holy Knights are really out in force."

"I recognize this uniform. It's the armor of the Fourth Holy Knights. That director is serious!"

Noddy retracted his weapon, sheathed it, and turned to look at the stunned investigators.

"Everyone, the interrogation work is now handed over to you. His Majesty expects you to obtain useful information. Don't let him down."

Although I forgot to update yesterday, but looking at it from another perspective, today I updated 8k words!

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