She is not an investigator.

"...Are you going to kill me, kill your savior?"

Ling looked weakly at Constantine, who had raised his weapon at her, and smiled mockingly.

"I knew it! You damned cultists... not a single one of you is any good..."

Constantine didn't speak, but silently turned the gun and handed the handle to Ling.

"If you want to curse me, you'll have two chances later. Now, stand up. There's no doctor here who can treat you."

"...Looks like we're comrades now?"

"I had no choice, and neither did you."

Ling laughed again, but her injuries were indeed very serious. Although the tentacles did not strike her body directly, they only grazed her abdomen and almost tore her body apart.

Honestly, she's reached her limit.

Who would have thought an intelligence agent could achieve this level of skill? No one, not even herself.

She really tried her best, but the continuous loss of blood could no longer support her physical activity.

Go to sleep, no one will blame her.

The world will never expect her to save it all by herself.

The Fools of the Gods—The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Twenty-Two, Emergency Response

"Hey, hey! Don't sleep! Wake up!"

Constantine looked at Ling, who was almost unconscious, and anxiously shook her body, but unfortunately, he was just a priest and had no medical skills or first aid knowledge.

Even as he watched Ling's life slip away before his eyes, there was nothing he could do.

But he can't lose his only helper here. He needs Ling's help, and he also needs the help of the Special Investigations Department.

Ironically, he's a cult leader, yet he's now seeking help from the police.

But he has all his men here, and as long as the moon is here, he can't have any other help.

But without the moon, the ritual of eternal night cannot be performed at all... But even if the moon is here, if the ritual's medium is replaced with other markings, then everything he has done will be in vain.

It seems we've hit a dead end?

Should he blame the police for ruining his plans? Should he also blame himself for not realizing there was a traitor within the church?

But what's the use of thinking about these things now? It seems he has absolutely no other options.

No, that's not right.

There is another way.

He needs help, any help will do.

The Special Investigations Division not only has Ling, but also Passa.

If we can find Pasa, then there is still a chance.

Yes, we haven't truly reached a dead end yet; there's still a chance to salvage everything.

Constantine habitually made the sign of the cross on his chest. Looking at Ling, who had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss, he simply picked her up and left the church without looking back.

Night had fallen, and the moon had slowly risen, adding some light to the dark streets and illuminating Constantine's path forward.

But he didn't know where to go, nor did he know where to find Pasa.

Ling's blood stained his clothes red, and her breathing grew weaker and weaker, as if everything was about to come to an end at this moment.

A sudden, thunderous roar echoed through the sky, and the bright moon that had just risen was instantly covered by dark clouds, foreshadowing a storm brewing within.

That is not the power of eternal night.

The ceremony has begun, and the rain, representing death, will soon fall.

"...May the Lord bless me..."

He prayed to the sky again, praying that he could find a new way out of the predicament, that the heavy rain would not drown everything, and that someone else would come to save the world.

He was ultimately just a priest, and could never become the savior of mankind.

"Hey."

An ordinary voice suddenly rang out behind him, and a slender figure appeared behind him without his noticing, with a uniquely shaped retro handgun pressed against his head.

"Where are you taking her?"

"…Who are you."

Constantine looked at the girl in front of him and was particularly impressed by her long golden hair, but what was more important was the figure following behind her.

Passa.

"Passa!"

"You know him?"

Igris turned around and looked at Pasa, but Pasa did not answer Igris. Instead, he put Ling on his back on the ground and tried to breathe.

"Still alive, but very weak."

"Excessive blood loss? Did you do this?"

Igris pointed her weapon at Constantine, and the priest quickly shook his head.

"No, it wasn't me, it was... De7 Lien F. He turned into a monster, attacked us, and was preparing to summon a deep-sea ritual. It was him, he did everything."

In such situations, it's not necessarily a bad thing to shift all the blame onto someone else; at least the other party can bear the guilt.

"Derion?"

Igris raised an eyebrow and looked at Pasa.

Pasa and Derain are old acquaintances, and if he really had a motive to do such a thing, there's no reason why Pasa wouldn't know.

"I don't know, but Ling is seriously injured and her life is in danger if she doesn't receive timely treatment."

"Leave it to me. You guys handle the ritual. Clown, remember to protect everyone."

A friend of a friend is a friend!

The clown laughed gleefully and looked at the stunned Constantine.

"Nice to meet you!"

"...I'm very happy too."

Although Constantine knew the Joker, it was clear that he hadn't hired him.

Then everything becomes obvious.

The so-called cult activities were indeed taking place in the city, and the mastermind behind them was Father Constantine.

They believe in the night and try to use rituals to pull the town into an eternal night.

Meanwhile, Delien learned of the so-called cult activities and set his sights on the ritual site they had been preparing for a long time, seemingly to use it as a ritual to call upon the deep sea, which was the mark on Krysna's body.

Krystaluna has been here for less than three months, and Erdesri Enq has also been here for a short time. It is clear that he has his eye on the mark on Krystaluna's body, and this place happens to meet all the conditions.

Through unknown means, they turned some of Constantine's original subordinates against him and carried out another ritual built on the original one.

So it's true that cult members are rarely normal people.

Where can we find him?!

Constantine still had no direction, otherwise he wouldn't be wandering around in circles.

"I know! Of course I know! That coral, He loves coral the most!"

The clown was exceptionally reliable, stating their destination directly: the only bar in the town.

Rotten Coral Bar.

"You guys go first, I'll catch up in a bit."

Pasa nodded without saying anything and went to the bar with the clown and Constantine.

Ling's injuries were indeed serious, but not to the point of being beyond saving. However, due to excessive blood loss, her life was in danger.

Without hesitation, Igris tore off her sleeve, pressed it against Ling's wound, and bandaged it tightly.

Stopping the bleeding is a crucial step, but she doesn't have any direct means to stop it. She can only temporarily close the wound as much as possible and then try to treat other injuries.

However, since Ling's wound was not a cut, the real threat to her body was not that seemingly terrifying wound.

Igris only regretted that she couldn't give her title to Ling; otherwise, she would probably be jumping around in a flash if she just lit a fire.

Unfortunately, she had no medical qualifications. Even if she could provide immediate emergency treatment, she had no available medications, so Ling's death was only a matter of time.

However, as if she had heard Igris's self-talk, a cold, yet strangely familiar voice popped into her mind.

[You can simply deal with the two injuries to your companion, but you know that your abilities are capable of more than that.]

Title awarded: Emergency Response.

—Group—/Your treatment for your companion can keep him alive, at least preventing him from dying from severe injuries. It can only be used once a day and cannot be used on yourself.

Note: Are you in the first-class emergency treatment? With just one bandage, even if he only has half a body left, he can see the sun the next day.

Igris felt that the title should not be "emergency response".

He should be called the Sage of Medicine.

It's unbelievable that someone can be saved as long as they're not dead.

If every title is this powerful, then she could probably go back to sea and have a go at that guy from before.

Of course, she was just thinking about it, since no one would complain about living too long.

It seemed that the title had an effect; Ling, who had just looked like she was about to die, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Igris, who was treating her wounds.

It's so good to see you.

Upon hearing Ling's voice, Igris gently tapped her forehead.

"It's not too late to say that after we've resolved everything."

The Folly of the Gods - The Worship of Eternal Night: Chapter Twenty-Three, The Time of Reckoning!

Meanwhile, on the other side...