Alone and Infinite.

Chapter 509 What a Huge Blame

These knights of the Church of Divine Word did not conduct a large-scale search, but instead used a rather peculiar spell.

They were shrouded in an aura of indifference, showing no interest in where the couple who used to run the tavern had gone.

They weren't even interested in Li Xia or the obviously abnormal Aowu, Heitan, and Xiaotian.

After the divine spell was completed without any abnormalities, they simply withdrew.

It seems that all their attention is focused solely on the Burning Heart Church.

This surprised Li Xia, who had made all the preparations.

Once the disciplined knights disappeared back into the rain, the tavern fell silent once more.

The three children immediately turned to look at Li Xia:

"Holy crap, how did you do that?"

"Well, before Collins died, I asked him about the Church of Burning Hearts. He seemed to want to tell me something, but he was no longer able to speak."

Then they drew a mark on my clothes.

Li Xia flicked his sleeves. Self-repairing clothes were basically commonplace in the hall, with average defensive capabilities. They were only worn as everyday clothes by apostles who frequently suffered damage in battle.

The three little ones stared blankly at Li Xia, almost able to imagine the scene from that moment.

When the Church of the Holy Word discovered that its bishop had not returned for a long time, it immediately went to the church where he usually prayed.

But they found the church quiet, with only a charred corpse in front of the statue of the goddess.

After a brief investigation, they were devastated to discover that this was Bishop Collins.

They also found a piece of cloth that was almost charred in his hand. When the high-ranking members of the Holy Proclamation Church arrived, they carefully unfolded the cloth.

The only thing on it was a pattern drawn in blood—the symbol of the Burning Heart Cult!

However, to avoid being framed, the Church of the Holy Prophecy used special divine magic to verify the mark, and finally confirmed that it was indeed the mark drawn by Archbishop Collins with his own blood.

With almost no difficulty, the entire Church of the Holy Word pieced together the 'truth' about Bishop Collins's murder.

The bishop prayed in the church as usual, concerned about the future of the entire Ogum and the Church.

At that moment, an uninvited guest barged in and, taking advantage of Lord Collins's unpreparedness, shamefully launched a sneak attack on him.

That must be it, otherwise, with Lord Collins' strength, how could he have died here without any resistance?

After that shameless scoundrel committed such a despicable act deserving of hell, he panicked and tried to destroy the evidence, but the resilient Bishop Collins launched a final counterattack.

He grabbed the enemy, tore a piece of clothing from his body, and finally collapsed to the ground.

The raging flames burned on the bishop's body, and the burning pain actually brought him back to consciousness.

With his last ounce of strength, Bishop Collins drew clues about the murderer on his clothes and clutched them tightly in his hand.

So the murderer is—the Burning Heart Cult!
The entire tavern fell silent, not because Li Xia's idea was particularly brilliant.

We were simply mourning for the Scorching Heart Cult, but they were unfairly blamed!
But there's nothing we can do; the mission is just that frustrating.

"In short, it seems that someone has already helped us find the Church of the Burning Heart. Our next task is to keep an eye on the Church of the Holy Proclamation and the movements within the city."

Li Xia stood up and stretched, her joints cracking and popping.

"The Church of Burning Hearts must be in Ogan City, and they are hiding there. So if they are found, they are very likely to resist."

Instead of surrendering, let's wait patiently for now!

The night in Ogan remained unchanged, a thick fog spreading throughout the city, within which enormous black shadows flickered indistinctly. Every house had its doors tightly shut. Runes on the doors shimmered faintly, dispelling the malice emanating from the darkness.

In the alleys of Ogan, a figure dressed in a black robe was moving about, and whenever the mist gathered, whispers came from the depths.

A faint glow emanated from the man in black, pushing away the mist.

Even the monster in the mist seemed to resist the light, letting out an incomprehensible murmur as it moved away into the distance.

The figure let out a long breath and looked up at the gray sky.

The hood mostly obscured the figure's face in shadow, but the high, delicate nose, full red lips, and beautifully curved white chin were clearly visible in the dim moonlight.

She sighed, lowered her head again, and rested her right hand, gloved in black leather, on the stone wall in the alley.

The Church of Divine Words suddenly went mad and began a desperate search for members of the Church of Burning Hearts throughout the city.

This forced her to leave her hiding place and find a safer place, just as if she had burned down the church's stronghold.

What worries her most is that the Church of Divine Proclamation has suddenly shown such a relentless attitude, which must mean that something major has happened that involves the Burning Heart Sect.

The Scorching Heart Sect did nothing, even though she had some ideas, but it hadn't had time to act yet.

This means that a third party has entered this closed-off land of Ogan, in addition to themselves.

Furthermore, he was quite knowledgeable about the Scorching Heart, Ogan, and Divine Prophecy, and even pinned the sins committed on the Scorching Heart sect.

Thinking about this, she fell into deep worry.

Who exactly is it? Which faction?
The Ogan is an extremely secluded place, even a closed one, yet even the Ogan can infiltrate it.
Is it already too late?

She let out a long breath, her warm breath swirling around her mouth and nose, forming a thin white mist.

In any case, she must move now, or even leave Ogan. As for what she wants, she'll have to wait for another opportunity.

Just as she was about to take another step forward, her black leather shoes suddenly froze.

At the end of the alley, a tall figure clad entirely in black armor appeared out of nowhere.

A chilling gaze pierced through the visor as it fell upon the woman in black. His right hand, gloved with iron, slowly reached for his belt, drawing a spiked flail.

The man in black pursed his full red lips, forming a helpless smile.

He then lowered his body and opened his hands, and a blazing flame appeared in his palms.

There's no other way but to fight!

"boom!"

The enormous explosion was unusually loud in the quiet city of Ogan, and flames and thick smoke shot into the sky.

Li Xia, who was resting in bed, suddenly opened her eyes and rushed to the window with the three little ones clinging to her.

On the other side of Ogan City, explosions were ringing out continuously, and even the thick fog was being swept away by the shockwaves.

The monsters, vaguely visible in the darkness, all turned and surged towards that direction.

Li Xia's eyes lit up. They're here!

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