Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

"boom--"

A stormy night descended, with thunderbolts dancing wildly. It was clearly late autumn, yet Tianwang City was suddenly struck by a thunderstorm.

Arclight, dressed lightly with a ring of fire around her body, walked towards a certain place, holding an umbrella.

She vaguely sensed someone watching her, and when she turned around abruptly, there was nothing behind her.

"..."

I guess I was nervous.

Recently, there have been constant disturbances. First, Zuo Chang and his subordinates became active, looking like they were going to attack Tianwang City, which made her very vigilant.

just now……

Is the god about to die?

These are truly turbulent times.

Soon, Arc Light arrived at a small courtyard, where several people were already waiting at the door. Upon seeing her, they hurriedly went to greet her: "High Priestess."

With a cold expression, Arc Light handed the umbrella to someone and went into the house.

The atmosphere inside the room was grim, with two corpses, a man and a woman, lying in the middle.

The one on the left is "Beast" Rosbach, a high-ranking member of the Divine Sound Society and a minor expert at the twelfth realm;

The one on the right is "Heavenly Judgment Holy Sword" Langbo Elma, also a high-ranking cadre of the Divine Sound Society, with a cultivation level of fourteen realms, and is the strongest combat force in this "guidance team"!

Now, the two of them lay on the ground, their faces uneasy and disheveled, as if...

A stray dog ​​that died in a ditch.

Arclight had received advance warning, but seeing it now still sent a chill down his spine!

what happened?

Why did the two top combatants of the guidance team die so quietly?

She asked instinctively, "Was it... that General Tianwang did it?"

"Not yet certain."

An old man dressed in a pure white divine robe suddenly spoke.

The old man's name was Bojev. He was not one of the operatives for this mission, but rather a supervisor and mediator sent by the Divine Sound Society.

His primary responsibility was to mediate the conflict between the "guidance team" and the "hunting team" to prevent the two sides from becoming disloyal and causing the mission to fail.

Normally, Bojev doesn't show his face; he stays behind the scenes.

The sudden deaths of two key figures in the guidance team undoubtedly alarmed him.

Bojev looked at the arc light and continued, "The bodies have been examined. 'Beast' and 'Heavenly Judgment Sword' had no external injuries and their internal organs were intact. They both died of... cardiac arrest."

Arc Light was completely bewildered: "Heart failure? One was at the twelfth realm, the other at the fourteenth realm, and they died from a disease caused by mortal bones?"

"It's incredible. But that's reality."

"This must be a curse!"

Logically speaking, this must be a curse.

How could someone with supernatural powers die from an ordinary illness? Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance that one of them died of cardiac arrest, it's simply unrealistic for two masters to die from the same cause!

Bojev certainly understood this.

and……

Quite coincidentally, Bojev was a master of curse studies.

He looked at Arclight and said, “If this is a curse, it means we are in an extremely dangerous situation. The other side can silently curse and kill the beasts and the Heavenly Judgment Sword, and can easily crush us! Arclight Priest, I need you to do two things now—gather all the senior officers and have them live under my guidance; send people to investigate the activities of the beasts and the Heavenly Judgment Sword before their deaths. Every curse must have a medium. Only by finding the medium can we properly resolve this incident.”

Arclight certainly knew what Bojev was talking about.

The purpose of closed management is to cut off the spread of the curse.

The purpose of tracing the source is to get to the root of the problem once and for all.

Arclight hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Should we request support from headquarters? This is clearly General Tianwang's doing; he's attacking, and we need more manpower."

Bojev slowly shook his head: "I'd like to, but I'm afraid there won't be any support. You understand the current situation; if the community system collapses, then..."

The meaning of the Divine Sound Society's existence and its goals will likely need to be revised.

Changes in the system will inevitably affect everyone; an organization like the Divine Sound Society, which can be said to be rooted in the community system, obviously needs to undergo a complete transformation.

Under such circumstances, headquarters may not be able to spare any manpower.

"Explain the situation! As for whether there are reinforcements... let's maintain a cautiously optimistic attitude."

Bojev sighed softly.

He turned his head and looked at the two corpses in the room: "I'll take care of the bodies of these two colleagues. You can go back to your work."

……

……

On the other side, inside the instance.

In a dark corner of Tianwang City, Bai Lin crouched low, observing the situation on the street as he said, "Old sir, your skills are quite impressive. Without your help, I'm afraid I couldn't have taken them down so easily."

Musogen shook his head: "You flatter me. If you hadn't intervened in time, it wouldn't have been 'Beast Rosbach' that was torn to pieces, but me."

Three hours ago.

Mu Suogen and Bai Lin made contact smoothly. Bai Lin learned about the current situation from Mu Suogen, and was neither surprised nor surprised.

He already knew he was trapped in a copy-like environment, so when Musogen explained his background, he wasn't particularly surprised; he just thought, "As expected of a god."

When he learned that the results in this instance would be reflected in reality, he was truly dazed, and all he could think of was: "Truly a god!"

What needs to be done next is obvious.

Long before Zuo Chang was busy developing the mysterious underground city, Bai Lin had already begun preparations to occupy Tianwang City.

therefore--

Prominent figures such as "Rossback the Beast" and "Lambo Elmar the Divine Sword" are naturally the primary targets, and investigations into them have already begun.

Bai Lin was even more decisive and efficient.

After learning the details, he went straight to the north and south of Tianwang City. With the help of Musuogen, he first killed the ferocious beasts and then cut down the holy sword. In less than half an hour, he killed the two masters of Shenyin Society!

just now……

Feeling the oppressive atmosphere in the city and looking at the Radiant Guards patrolling the streets, Bai Lin asked, "Mr. Mu, is martial law also in effect in the real-world Heavenly King City?"

Musogen was uncertain: "Possibly. The gods said that the world's will would correct the process, and the beast and the holy sword in reality should have died of cardiac arrest. But how could those two top-tier experts die so easily? Arc Light should realize something and it's possible that they will strengthen their defenses."

Bai Lin nodded silently.

Musogen continued, "This instance is quite intelligent. Just like the gods said, the people in the instance are 'passive,' and our actions will affect the decisions of others. Look at this—the defense level has suddenly increased significantly! It might be more difficult to kill Arc Light now."

“Your ‘swirling sandstorm’ is amazing enough. With you by my side, I have full confidence.”

Bai Lin first praised Mu Suogen.

He then added, "Furthermore, even if the two of us are unable to kill the thieves, the general can send reinforcements. Once we enter the instance, Arclight's life will no longer be in her hands."

Musuogen deeply agreed.

He asked, "Mr. Bai Lin, what do you think our next step should be?"

“Create panic and demoralize them.” Bai Lin pressed his hand to the sword at his waist. “Follow me.”

Chapter 292 A Bag of Astrologers

"Lady Lauren..."

In Lauren's office at the headquarters of the Hunting Group in Tianwang City.

The continuous thunderstorms had created a climate of fear. The fireplace roared to life, and Lauren, slumped in her chair, rubbed her temples in frustration.

"Boom!"

A clap of thunder sounded, and Lauren opened her eyes, looking at the figure standing in the doorway.

That was his adjutant.

Lauren asked, "What's wrong?"

The adjutant's face was ashen: "Several more brothers have died. They died of cardiac arrest."

"..."

A nameless rage surged to Lauren's head, her eyes glazed over, and it took a tremendous effort to suppress her anger!

He took a deep breath and asked, "How many brothers? How many is that?"

"Uh. Twenty-seven."

Bang!

With a single punch, Lauren smashed the desk in front of him in two!

Amidst the deafening noise, he looked up, his bloodshot eyes gleaming with a beastly light: "How many? Twenty-seven?"

"……Yes."

The adjutant looked a little nervous and loosened his collar.

Training an adventurer requires a considerable price. The death of twenty-seven warriors during wartime is not something that can be easily accepted, let alone now when there is no war.

Lauren's family wasn't wealthy.

Twenty-seven men, one-tenth of his troops, how could he possibly remain calm!

The adjutant continued, "Lord Lauren, there is one more thing I must report to you... We have captured two deserters."

Lauren suddenly looked up.

The adjutant waved his hand and shouted, "Bring him in!"

Two burly men, bound hand and foot, staggered into the room. Their faces showed no shame, but rather an air of lawless thuggery.