I am a hero of the former civilization.

After a brief eye contact, the priest rushed over again, his limbs swinging rapidly, leaving afterimages as he leaped left and right, seemingly unaffected by his broken bones.

Ryan slightly bent his knees, then suddenly took a half step back, dodging the frenzied attack, and drew a grenade from his waist.

Ding.

The safety pin was pulled off and accurately shoved into its mouth. It was then kicked hard in the chest, and its pupils contracted slightly.

Whoosh—Boom!

The black blade swept past him, and a fireball exploded in the distance, shrapnel and blood splattering everywhere, but Ryan lowered his head.

A gap appeared in the chest area; the bulletproof vest broke in the middle and fell directly to the ground. Ryan was very familiar with that narrow mark.

It was like being cut by a knife, no, a very sharp knife. Kevlar fiber, bulletproof plates, even spare magazines, were all cleaved in two along the cutting path. If Ryan hadn't reacted quickly enough, his body would have been sliced ​​in two as well.

What is that thing? It feels like a laser scalpel, not only cutting through matter but also slicing through my Honkai energy.

Ryan blinked. The amount of Honkai energy he released wasn't much, but it wasn't easy to break through either; at least it could defend against direct machine gun fire.

At this moment, a dense swarm of armed men rushed over, the sound of bolts being pulled back filled the air, but Ryan didn't even look at them, and just walked forward.

The wall was blasted open, and human remains were scattered everywhere. The priest finally didn't get up to continue attacking, and he no longer had the aura of a Herrscher.

He escaped; this body wasn't his at all.

Ryan wasn't mentally challenged, so he knew that a single grenade couldn't kill a Herrscher. After thinking about it, he felt that this authority was somewhat unscientific.

No, apart from the first few Heralds who still talked about some physical principles, the later ones were not scientific at all and were entirely in the realm of theology.

He thought of the Law of Knowledge, the Law of Restraint, and so on, whose authority could not be explained by science at all, and couldn't help but spit.

I hate metaphysics.

Ryan turned his head and stared coldly at the gun barrels and the man who walked up to him, who happened to be the same one he had met when he entered the town yesterday.

The burly man swallowed hard. He recognized the masked man too, and the chaotic church seemed incomprehensible to him.

A large hole had been opened in one of the walls, and disgusting flesh and blood were everywhere. Yet, dozens of madmen stood there expressionless, like the audience of this play.

These are the humanoid monsters from the Fire-Chasing Moths, sneaking off to investigate something!

He immediately recognized Ryan's identity, and his muscles tensed instinctively. He was no stranger to these monsters; several of them had come before and crushed a force of over a hundred people like a circus act.

"you......"

"His twisted logic annoyed me, so I fired. Looks like I was unlucky; this thing isn't even human." Ryan tilted his head slightly, his answer simple and blunt.

In this place, people can shoot and kill if they're unhappy, and a coincidence leads to a major event.

"He doesn't look like a suicide soldier or a Honkai Beast. Do you know what this is?"

"Uh, I don't know." The burly man quickly shook his head. It would be strange if he knew. He quickly forced a fawning smile: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"The signal here is too bad; we can only use satellite phones. Do you know where I can contact New York directly? I need to send images and data back. Don't worry, this is good for your situation. With the Moths taking over, some people will be able to obtain residency."

But I have absolutely no desire to be a dog, and New York? He actually came from the headquarters of the Firemoth?

The burly man was startled, but dared not show it at all. There were no rules in the abandoned zone, and the same was true for the Moths that chased the flame; the latter did not need to be bound by morality or law.

They could raze this place to the ground anytime they wanted.

"The satellite rooms are controlled by Boss Vashi, generally speaking..."

“Take me to see him.” Ryan interrupted abruptly, displaying the domineering nature of the Fire Moth to its fullest extent.

He didn't even need to investigate; according to the Moth's operational procedures, he could directly call in cruise missiles for a comprehensive strike. As for friendly fire—

Who knows, and who cares?

Snow Prison Town couldn't refuse, so the man had no choice but to take him to the satellite room. The rule here was that whoever had the bigger fist was right, and this masked man's fists were so big they were unbelievable.

Ryan glanced at the blood and flesh scattered everywhere, creating a gruesome visual effect in the sunlight, but he still noticed something amiss.

There's no shadow?

......

As the name suggests, satellite rooms are designed to prevent long-distance communication if the power is insufficient due to the interference effect of Honkai energy. Some military equipment can make phone calls, but it is very difficult to transmit pictures or videos.

Ryan's phone had been modified by Vilvi, so it could transmit messages to the Mu Continent without needing a base station, but he insisted on testing it out, and the result was very satisfactory.

"Did you say it was bad?"

"I'm very sorry, the blizzard last night damaged the antenna. I've already sent someone to Gothenburg to find a spare."

Inside the cramped room, a square-faced man with a full beard sat opposite Ryan, a cigar between his fingers, looking apologetic. He was the most powerful boss in Snow Prison Town, and naturally controlled the most valuable things.

What a coincidence!

Ryan revealed a hint of sarcasm, somewhat wanting to control the other party with his mental power, but firstly, Moshazhi's ability was not strong enough, and it might not be effective against someone who was wary, and secondly, there was no need to do so.

Since we've already alerted them, we might as well strike harder. At least I know these people are protecting the Herrscher and preventing outsiders from knowing what's happening here.

It's strange. If it weren't for that slash just now, he would have even suspected that the enemy was a Herrscher of Knowledge. If he wasn't under mind control, how could he be in cahoots with a Herrscher? This Vashy doesn't seem like he's looking to die.

How many days will it take to get it done?

"Three days at the fastest, no, two days will do!" The man quickly changed his tune, forcing a fawning smile as well: "Just relax and enjoy yourself for two days. I'll cover all the expenses. Don't worry, Snow Prison Town will offer you unique services that you won't find anywhere else in the protected area."

“I’ve already seen it.” Ryan lowered his eyes. He could feel something scanning his pupils. In this high-tech age, masks were simply self-deception.

Unfortunately, the invisible electromagnetic force swept through, rendering all the detection instruments useless. Even with the help of an inside man, it was impossible to determine his identity in a short time.

"Are you one of the Moths that chase the flame?"

"To be precise, they are peripheral members, responsible for passing on intelligence in exchange for supplies."

"No wonder you know the rules so well, you never asked for my name or code name from beginning to end."

“If you want to survive, you shouldn’t know too much, especially classified information.” Vasily placed a glass of whiskey in front of Ryan, his hands on his stomach. “Besides, it’s dangerous for that kind of thing to appear on my turf; getting involved could easily lead to your death.”

You know that, but if I weren't a fusion warrior, I would have been shot in the back by now.

Ryan was interested in continuing to watch his performance; aside from that thing that seemed to be a Herrscher, everything else was very simple.

There's a group of people causing trouble among the Fire Moths. This guy is just one of their underlings. The fact that the repairs will take two days is clearly an attempt to figure out his identity so he can make targeted arrangements.

It wouldn't be difficult to find out the truth, after all, Britain is quite close to here, and Ryan doesn't have any illusions like the ability to create clones.

“You’re both smart and stupid. I’ll be there at noon two days from now.” Ryan didn’t waste any words. He got up and left the building in front of a group of bodyguards who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, returning to his hotel.

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and knew that the snowstorm was coming again that night. The vibration of his phone made him open his eyes.

The message came from Mei; she had found some clues.

She was looking up information about a biotech company that had previously sent equipment to Northern Europe, and was quite curious after hearing about Ryan's ordeal today.

The suspected Herrscher, and its connection to humans, sounds like crucial experimental data that might solve some of the mysteries.

"What's the next step? Do you want me to find a way to hide your whereabouts?"

"can do it?"

“Sure, I’ll use a special base station to send fake data so that Sakura can carry out a mission, making it seem like you’re with her. It’ll be fine to keep it a secret for a few days.”

"Alright, now that we've alerted them, I'll just focus on fishing."

Who are you fishing for?

Ryan sat up straight, gazing at the snow falling outside the window, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"The Herald and the Madman."

Chapter 166 Urgent!

This small town is filled with visible hostility, but like the snow falling outside the window, everything is hidden behind the scenes, making it impossible to see the truth.

Which Herrscher is she, where is she hiding, who is she connected to, and what is the secret laboratory all about?

Ryan had no conclusions about anything, only that it was a hundred times more complicated than any previous operation.

Or rather, after the Sea of ​​Light, dealing with the Lawbringers becomes increasingly troublesome and extremely taxing on one's brain cells.

He simply raised his guard, as if conducting a scientific study, making bold hypotheses and carefully verifying them.

He sat in his room all night, and even the Chicken Girl didn't come to the door, nor did he notice anyone spying on him. The snow fell heavily, and Ryan only vaguely sensed that something had happened.

This change is subtle, and he doesn't want to use his authority to probe it now, for fear of scaring the other party away.

"The Wind Herald is a cunning person, but now he's hiding his true colors and not even showing his face. He's becoming more and more like a scheming old man."

As night gradually faded, the sky slowly brightened.

Ryan got up from the recliner, stretched his neck, then went to the bathroom to wash his face, put on another tactical vest, and put on all his weapons.

Click.

Ryan pulled the bolt, glanced at the bright orange bullet, cocked the gun, engaged the safety, and smirked.

Playing dirty tricks? I was prepared before I came here.

His biggest advantage right now is that his authority has not been exposed. I can sense him, but he doesn't know my identity.

The fusion warriors are strong, yet not strong enough, and Mei can provide cover for two more days, keeping time firmly in her own hands.

The communications need to be fixed eventually. If everything here is reported to the Firemoth headquarters, those people behind it will panic. Besides—

"If he truly is a Herrscher, how could you possibly control him!"

Ryan left the hotel, stepping through the thick snow. Perhaps because it was too cold, there were hardly any people on the road. The few gang members who saw him hid away as if they had seen a plague god.

I loathe it to the extreme, yet I feel utterly helpless.

The things the Moth Chaser does are disgusting, yet they are incredibly powerful. One phone call from this agent and everyone is finished.

To eliminate the Honkai, the Fire Moth has done things like throwing N1 bombs into densely populated areas before.

Their philosophy has always been to sacrifice a small part to save the majority, like cutting a cake to feed a dog, and in the end, you don't even know what's left.

Snow Prison Town is completely quiet now. Many people have chosen to leave. That makes sense; they were probably scared by my identity. Unfortunately, they have nowhere to go, so they have no choice but to come back.

That's fine, I don't want to involve innocent people.

Ryan looked around and then saw a familiar figure. The other person also saw him, and a hint of fear appeared on their handsome face. They quickly walked over.

"Good afternoon, sir." Christie bowed, which was quite unexpected. He carefully observed Christie's expression but found no trace of flattery.