Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 96 The Truth Gradually Becomes Clear (1/3)

Meanwhile, Hextech, unaware that countless people had followed the group as soon as it started, arrived with Martin at a remote and dilapidated house.

Last was covered in bandages, severely injured, and barely breathing. He was on the verge of death.

Hextech was also surprised and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"They got into a shootout with the gangs?"

"Not the mafia—" Rust's breath was weak, his voice hoarse, "It's the church."

"They're from the Tuttle family."

"Last!" Martin said urgently, "Quickly tell Young Master Adriya everything you've gathered!"

"Now that the Adrià family is fully involved, we have a powerful backer!"

"We'll definitely find the culprit!"

But Luster, lying on his sickbed, had lost his previous sharpness; his eyes were filled only with utter despair and emptiness: "It's impossible."

"What?" Martin looked puzzled, his emotions instantly becoming agitated.

"We have the backing of the Adriatic family and the pressure from public opinion throughout the city."

"How could it not be possible?"

"The whole city knows about this now; they can no longer suppress the truth!"

Last looked at Hex, his eyes filled with pain, despair, and sorrow, and said, word by word, "It's no use."

"You are no match for him."

"Who is the real culprit?" Hex asked.

"Rothschild Tuttle," Last said in an extremely desolate tone.

"Who did you say?" Martin stood up abruptly.

Hextech had no idea about Tuttle's surname, but Martin was instantly struck dumb, his expression changing drastically.

He nearly lost control, grabbing Rust by the collar, trembling all over: "You're insane! What nonsense are you talking about!"

"How could it be Rothschild Tuttle?"

"He is Newcastle's hope, the city's youngest priest!"

"The son of tomorrow, destined to become a diocesan bishop!"

"How could someone as important as him do something so contrary to God!"

"Lust, you've completely gone mad!"

Seeing Martin's frenzied state, Hex reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, gently restraining him, and turned to look at Rust.

"The Tuttle family, what's their background?"

Martin, stiff as a board and deathly pale, recounted the situation of the Tuttle family in a daze.

The Tuttle family is the uncrowned king of Newcastle.

The family has a deep-rooted history, having produced several diocesan bishops. Family members hold positions in various industries and government departments in Newcastle, with extensive influence and connections.

Rothschild Tuttle is widely recognized as a rising star in the church.

He was exceptionally gifted from a young age and was personally taught by the bishop of the London headquarters. He was able to exorcise demons independently in his teens. Moreover, he was gentle, refined, compassionate, and handsome.

Every time he preaches in public, he attracts countless followers.

To outsiders, he is a savior-like figure of light, a leading force in the future of the church, and the future son of Newcastle!

Hextech's brow furrowed more and more as he listened.

This is a saintly, chosen protagonist character who is so perfect it's unreal.

While such perfect characters often have dark and unpleasant pasts, it's still a bit too low-class for them to go to the slums and personally commit murder.

This person's hobbies are both vile and base.

Without offering any further explanation, Rust shakily pulled a photo album riddled with bullet holes from under the bed.

"I risked my life to get him out of the Tuttle family estate."

"This is proof that I survived with half my life."

Hex reached out and opened the photo album.

With just one glance, his pupils shrank dramatically. Even though he had passed through the gates of hell, seen hell, and slain countless monsters, his heart was pounding wildly at this moment.

Martin, who was standing to the side, collapsed after just one glance. He clutched his head and let out a painful and desperate wail, his whole body going limp.

"My God!"

"Why would they do such a thing!"

"No, no!!"

"Dry!!"

These people were dismembered, devoured, and manipulated into all sorts of horrific forms.

The contents of the photo album are so cruel and depraved that they trample on the bottom line of humanity, obliterate human nature, and are unbearable to look at.

Hextech suppressed the surging anger in his heart, closed the photo album, took a deep breath, and finally suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes.

"If it weren't for a coincidence, I wouldn't have been able to obtain this evidence." Last lit a cigarette with trembling hands, his breath weak.

"It was a miracle that I escaped alive from the heavily guarded Tuttle Manor."

"Thank God!"

Hex had intended to mock the so-called God, but then remembered that the two people in front of him were devout believers, so he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He immediately and calmly asked, "Can this photo album alone bring down the Rothschilds?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hextech chuckled to himself.

Totally impossible.

The deeply rooted Rothschilds could never be brought down by a single photo album.

The people in the album are all wearing antler masks, and there is no direct evidence pointing to Rothschild.

He can easily find an excuse to distance himself from everything.

But this evidence is enough to prove that there is a cult-worshipping organization in Newcastle, provided there is another piece of strongly related evidence—

Hex stared at Rust, getting straight to the point: "The fact that they went so far as to assassinate Karls means that Karls possesses irrefutable evidence that could truly shake their resolve, and that's the key."

"Did he tell you where he hid this crucial piece of evidence?"

Last shook his head weakly.

"He only told me that he had obtained something that could bring down the Rothschilds."

"But he was silenced right after he said that to me."

The last clue has gone cold.

Everyone fell silent.

Andre didn't know.

Martin didn't know.

Even Last didn't know.

Where exactly is the evidence that Karls claims could bring down Rothschild hidden?

However, with this evidence, there are many things that can be done.

Because the photo album that Rust risked his life to bring out confirms the existence of the King in Yellow organization.

However, according to the logic of solving crimes in modern society, as long as any member of the organization is found and their confession is obtained, the complete chain of evidence can be gradually completed, and the entire organization can be taken down in the end.

But this is not modern society, but another world in 1911.

An absurd era of distorted order and the dominance of church power.

To convict the rising star of Newcastle’s top church family based solely on a few photo albums and witness testimonies is a joke.

Hex didn't need to think too much to understand that such powerful figures at the top had long since transcended the constraints of secular laws, and that secular laws simply couldn't punish them.

But there are things in this world that can check and balance him.

England has a tribunal for the Church Federation.

The Inquisition is infamous, even though it's a copy of Warhammer's design and notorious. But because many characters in the game come from the Inquisition, who wouldn't like cool, aloof, and handsome men and beautiful women?

The tribunal was primarily responsible for investigating and sentencing members of the church, and was a comprehensive institution similar to the Ming Dynasty's Embroidered Uniform Guard or the Soviet Ministry of Internal Affairs.

A comprehensive, integrated power agency that combines investigation, sentencing, intelligence gathering, and execution.

The key issue is that these authorities lack any approval or review mechanisms, so killing the wrong person is simply a mistake.

With high authority and great power, even ordinary clergy would tremble in fear at the sight of an Inquisitor.

Although Hextech had only recently entered this world and had only undergone intensive training by the United Front, and was not yet proficient in the doctrines, he had managed to figure out the logic of how the church operated in this world during his time on the island.

This world is like Warhammer, where the church can tolerate the powerful and wealthy oppressing the common people, can ignore the precepts, can tolerate corruption, and can allow believers to be less devout.

There's just one thing I can't tolerate—

Within orthodox religions, heretical sects are privately established and evil rituals are practiced.

Betray God!

The actions of the King in Yellow are outright cult practices, which, according to the regulations of the Church Federation, constitute a serious crime punishable by death.

If it is confirmed that Rothschild was a core member of the King in Yellow, then he will absolutely not be able to escape this blame.

However, Hex still couldn't understand why Rothschild, a promising heir, would do such a dirty and hateful thing. Was he really just bored and looking for fun?

In this world, every ritual has a purpose; what is its purpose, and which beings does it please?

However, it seems that there is no obvious cult invasion in Newcastle at present, and Hex's attempt to recall the plot, based on his shallow recollection, also yielded no information about a demon invasion in Newcastle.

However, now that the enemy has been identified...

Hex was not afraid of him either, and he immediately arranged for people to properly settle Rust and Martin in the Adriatic family mansion.

At that moment, Andrei was reprimanding his subordinates in the hall. When he saw Hex return, he immediately dismissed his men, lowered his voice, and looked serious.

"We encountered great resistance in this investigation."

"Where is the resistance coming from?" Hex asked in a deep voice.

Anred took a deep breath, his voice heavy: "In every aspect."

"The military, the city government, and church leaders all put pressure on us, ordering us to immediately stop the investigation."

"Someone told us that if we insist on investigating further, our Adriatic family will have to bear unbearable costs and consequences."

Hex raised an eyebrow, showing no surprise: "So, the Adelia family intends to back down and drop the matter?"

Anred shook his head.

"We will never back down."

"I have already consulted my father."

"Since the time of his great-grandfather, the Adelia family has never let go of any enemy who has harmed a family member."

"Whether the other party is a heretic from hell, a cultist, or a powerful nobleman."

"Neither of us will back down."

Hex then spoke, briefly informing Andrei about the TV series and the incident where Rust infiltrated Tuttle Manor and was attacked.

Upon hearing these words, Anred's expression changed drastically, filled with rage and disbelief.

"How dare they do such an inhumane thing!"

"Once such cult activities are verified by the Church, no matter how powerful the Tuttle family is in Newcastle, the Church Inquisition will never let them off the hook; it's a capital offense!"

Anred clearly understood why his son had gotten involved. As a human being, an instinctive sorrow caused by the murder of his kind made it impossible for him to stand idly by.

Hex interrupted him in a deep voice: "The question now is not whether they dare to or not."

"The crime has already been committed, and we need to find a way to bring them down."

"We can hand over the evidence we have to His Excellency Tyrion Segerst, the new Bishop of Newcastle," Andreid replied immediately.

"The bishop comes from the Anglican Church, and is not affiliated with the Light of Light Society, which Tuttle is affiliated with."

"Moreover, he has only been in office for a short time and has no conflict of interest with the Tuttle family."

"Are you sure he's trustworthy?" Hex asked.

"He was a well-known, gentle and wise bishop, and within the London church, the Anglican Church and the Lightbringers had always been engaged in open and covert struggles."

"There is absolutely no possibility of collusion between the two sides, and he will never favor the Tuttle family."

Anred paused, then frowned again: "But the evidence we have isn't solid enough. If we hand it over rashly, it will only be easily covered up by the other side, and we won't be able to cause any trouble."

"Karls must have some crucial, irrefutable evidence that could bring them down, but I didn't find it among his belongings," Hex said.

"Take me to his room, I want to check it myself."

"I tidied up his room and found nothing unusual." Although he wasn't sure, Anreid immediately took Hex to Karl's former bedroom.

Hex was somewhat surprised when he entered Carls' bedroom.

This room is completely out of place in the extremely luxurious Adriatic family manor.

The room was filled with bookshelves on all four sides, neatly piled with all kinds of classics and church scriptures.

Inside, in a corner, there was only a simple desk and a minimalist single bed, without any of the extravagant furnishings typical of aristocratic children; it was clean and simple.

Anred stroked the bookshelf beside him, his voice low and forlorn: "Before his accident, he went home once and packed a large number of books, saying he wanted to take them back to the seminary to read."

"Didn't he say anything else to you before he left?" Hex asked, looking around the room.

Anred sighed deeply, his eyes filled with bitterness: "No, not a single word."

"I understand now, he was deliberately hiding it from us."

"He had already discovered that the mastermind behind this might be the Tuttle family, that rising star of the church. He was afraid of implicating the entire Adelia family, afraid that we couldn't withstand the Tuttle family's relentless suppression, so he chose to bear everything alone and refused to drag the family into the mire."

"What a silly child."

Anred sat slumped on the edge of the bed, his expression filled with sorrow and self-reproach.

Hex didn't say anything more, but bent down and flipped through the books on the bookshelf one by one, carefully checking every detail.

"I have thoroughly examined all the books. There are no hidden notes, secret compartments, or concealed letters," Anred said in a deep voice.

Just then, a stiff, lifeless figure stood silently at the bedroom door.

Hex glanced up and saw Karl's mother, Mary Edria.

However, her face was pale, and her eyes were complicated and gloomy. She glanced at Hex first, and then fixed her gaze on the dejected Anred.

"Why did you bring him into Karl's room?" Her voice was dry and hoarse, filled with suppressed anger.

Anred immediately stood up, his expression complex: "Mary, we just want to find out the truth about Karl's death—"

"I know, the whole of Newcastle is saying that my son was murdered." Mary's voice was cold and devoid of emotion as she pressed for an answer.

"Who is the killer?"

"Who killed my son?!"

"Mary, you should go back!" Andrei advised.

He didn't want his wife to further anger the top brass of the United Front.

"Tell me!!!" Mary wailed like a demon from hell.

"I absolutely have to know!"

Just as Hex was about to speak, a warm and gentle voice, like the warmth of the sun, suddenly came from outside the door.

"The church will do everything in its power to investigate and apprehend the murderer."

"It's just common sense in the world that whoever benefits the most is always the most suspicious."

"You agree, don't you?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a figure slowly stood at the doorway.

The man had blond hair and blue eyes, wore a holy priest's robe, held a Bible in his hands, wore non-prescription glasses, and had a gentle and harmless smile on his face.

Behind him followed three tall, imposing paladins.

Meanwhile, the head of the Adelia family, Kellett, followed behind him with an extremely solemn expression, saying nothing.

The young man's gaze fell directly on Hextech, his smile deep, and he slowly repeated.

"Whoever profits the most from this turmoil is the prime suspect behind it all."

"Am I right, Mr. Hex Adelia?"