She is not an investigator.

—You can pay a small price to get a part of your body burning.

Note: Your love of fire has attracted the attention of a certain being, but please do not call upon His name unless all is over and everything is consumed by fire.

……

Igris slowly lowered the pistol in her hand, looking at the strange creature in front of her that was engulfed in flames and turned into charcoal, but her expression was not relaxed.

It symbolizes the starting point of rituals performed in blood worship, but she didn't see a single believer here.

If there are no traces of the starting point, then it can only prove that the ritual has already begun.

Igris killed a divine child, symbolizing the will to communicate with the gods.

But is this what they want?

Have they remained silent for so long simply to summon this so-called divine child?

No.

of course not.

Their goal has always been the same from the very beginning.

The gods descended upon Morkens.

"..."

Igris's consciousness suddenly began to waver, and an unprecedented feeling of nausea made her involuntarily cover her mouth.

She felt a little...nauseous.

……

North Street.

A scarlet figure stood on the street, covered in wounds and scorch marks, its steps unsteady.

That was the last butcher, the main force behind the street raids, and the culmination of all the cultists' efforts over the years.

"Maintain distance, prioritize limiting its movement, and find the right opportunity to kill it with a single spear strike!"

Ling calmly directed the police officers to launch the operation. With their overwhelming numbers and coordinated efforts, the butcher had no chance to fight back and could only rely on his thick skin and tough flesh to withstand the attacks in order to buy time.

Ling's expression was anything but relaxed; her brows were deeply furrowed.

They've been held up here for far too long. There's been absolutely no news from anywhere else, not to mention that the cultists haven't shown up at all.

Most of those who launched the attacks were local people who had been recruited into the church; there were no original members to be seen.

What exactly are they planning? Are even butchers just beings that can be used and discarded at will?

Ling felt increasingly uneasy, but Molkens' manpower was not as sufficient as she had imagined, and it was almost impossible for reinforcements to arrive in the short term.

"...Now!"

Seeing the butcher fall to the ground, Ling shouted without hesitation, and the police officers waiting nearby quickly raised their spears and stabbed them into the butcher's already wounded body.

His body was pinned to the ground, and the butcher's life was rapidly slipping away, but he was still waving his long knife in a final act of resistance.

But everyone had already moved far away, watching as the butcher slowly wore away his life force, finally collapsing helplessly to the ground.

"Finally resolved... Back underground, I suspect those guys are still plotting something else, to avoid splitting up and giving them an opportunity..."

In this situation, the most important thing to do is to protect the citizens, because the residents had already been evacuated before the operation began and gathered in the underground area of ​​North Street, which was where the gangsters had been. The remaining people were just scattered individuals who hadn't had time to leave.

In this situation, we can only hope that they will have a good time.

At least those people underground can still barely guarantee their safety for now.

Ke Ling still didn't understand what they were preparing for.

Is there anything left in this city that they still care about?

The Gods' Fool - The Last Knight: Chapter Forty-Six, Mental Confusion

The bells rang, breaking the silence of Molkens.

The clock tower has long been abandoned, but the bells continue to ring, telling the story of the city's sorrow.

As Igris walked out of the prison, she unconsciously raised her head and looked towards the source of the sound.

A giant three-armed baby climbs atop the clock tower, striking the giant bell again and again, as if playing with a toy.

The surging red waves slowly rolled on the horizon, as if trying to swallow everything on land.

The sun overhead lost its light, gripped tightly by countless crimson giant hands, which began to crack slightly.

The sky lost its original color, turning blood red, filled with pupils.

The earth trembled slightly as countless giant insects burrowed through it, leaving behind bottomless holes.

All the citizens stood in unison on the streets, all flashing the same standard smiles and waving their hands in perfect unison.

Everything became so strange and unnatural, but in the next moment, it returned to its original state.

The clock tower was empty, the sky was still blue, and the sun was still shining brightly.

The red waves have vanished, and the smooth streets are deserted.

Igris rubbed her head, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural.

She thought she would never have anything to do with this kind of thing again in her life, but it seems that many times she was not in control of her own destiny.

Her mental disorder almost caused her to lose her ability to judge and observe everything around her. Gradually, she became unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, eventually losing her rationality and falling into madness.

She shouldn't have chosen to look directly into those eyes; at the very least... she might need to see a psychologist now.

Alternatively, some simple psychological counseling could be provided.

You don't look well.

"Of course, of course... I'm probably going crazy, don't worry about it..."

Igris was talking very naturally to the figure that had appeared beside her at some point. This might help her relax a little, or it might make her condition worse.

Iglesias didn't know if the guy next to her was a hallucination, but she definitely needed someone she could confide in.

"Why Momokawa?"

"Because Olivia is safe, and you don't look safe."

Igris shook her head, looking at the gray-haired girl in front of her. Her original face began to slowly distort, and her features began to move involuntarily, piecing together a brand new appearance.

It's disgusting, but strangely funny.

Are you real?

Looking at the girl in front of her whose mouth looked like it was on her forehead, Igor couldn't help but laugh.

"Do I look funny?"

"Of course... your mouth is on your forehead."

Momokawa touched his mouth, then grabbed Igris's hand and pressed it against his cheek.

"You're probably really going crazy, you're almost not even able to recognize me anymore."

"Are you really here? I didn't expect to see you..."

Igris seemed to have regained some clarity and shook her head again, but her expression was somewhat uncomfortable.

"I feel a little nauseous..."

"So what did you go about? You look even worse now than when you were in the woods."

She was probably referring to the time when Igris only had half a body left.

"Um... I saw some things I shouldn't have seen. Can you help me up? I might need some emotional support."

Momokawa supported Igris's weak body, looking at her dazed state, somewhat at a loss.

What should she do to help Igris get back to normal quickly? But she didn't know how.

Would it be better to chat for a while?

"Of course not..."

Igris touched her pocket and pulled out a lighter.

If she could light a cigarette, she might feel a little better, but unfortunately she didn't, and she didn't intend to pick up the habit again.

The lighter flickered and sparked, and under Igris's gaze, it trembled slightly and landed on her shoulder, slowly dissipating into the tips of her hair.

These three were illusions, but the phosphorescent light did bring her a slight sense of comfort and warmth, and also calmed her down a little.

Seeing that Yi Yigeli was staring blankly at the flames, Momokawa Yue thought she was having some strange hallucination, so he covered her eyes and hugged her head.

"If you close your eyes, you won't see all this mess."

"Thank you... but I can see it even with my eyes closed."

"Oh…"

Momokawa let go, but Igris had already put away the lighter and rushed towards Momokawa, pulling her into her arms.

Her body stiffened slightly, somewhat at a loss, but she still gently stroked Igris's back, trying to offer her some comfort.

Igris held her tightly and slowly raised her head in her arms to look at Momokawa's helpless expression.

"Aren't we being a little too ambiguous?"

"What? You suddenly hugged me, it has nothing to do with me..."

"I was just joking."

Igris slowly released Momokawa and shook her somewhat sluggish brain again.

"I'm very happy to be with you... I mean, you really helped me regain some of my senses, and I hope you won't mind my rudeness just now."

Although she was too embarrassed to say it directly, Igris, who had always disliked physical contact, still had the urge to act coquettishly towards her.

Especially when she was in her arms, the warmth really dispelled a lot of her fear and confusion.

It felt strange, even though they hadn't known each other for very long.

"Of course I don't care... I won't tell anyone about this."

Momokawa straightened his bangs, coughed lightly, and walked calmly to Igris's side.