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Chapter 152 We also planted spies

Beyond Earth, in a hellish dimension.

The demon's eyes opened in the darkness.

Familiar ceiling

The same plot unfolded and the same ending, but the difference was that when Belial opened his eyes again this time, he no longer felt any resentment or anger. Instead, he was filled with a sense of Zen.

He let out a long breath, and even felt a little relieved.

However, this pleasure didn't last long before it was interrupted by a fist that landed on his face.

Belial's head lolled to the side and he flew a long way.

Looking up, I saw an angry Saraka.

"What do you want to do?" Belial demanded.

"Need I say more? Of course, I'll fuck you!"

Enraged, Saraca leaped forward, becoming a blur as it pounced. Belial spread its wings and took to the air, but Saraca's claw missed its target beneath it, and the wall shattered with a deafening roar.

Belial launched a magical shockwave into the air, the shockwave colliding mid-air with the ball of light flung out by Saraca. A burst of burning air erupted, the recoil sending Belial flying backward, his back slamming heavily against the dark brown rock.

Saraca lunged forward and punched it in the face. The rock behind it was instantly blasted through, and the demon's body plummeted downwards, leaving a crimson trail.

Saraca accelerated to catch up, grabbing Belial and plunging down. The two crashed to the ground with a thud, creating a huge crater in the scorching earth. Belial used the momentum to flip over, struggling to get into the riding position, but before he could even settle in, his opponent used a sudden burst of strength to pull him back onto the ground. The two demons wrestled and struggled in the crater.

"That's enough!"

A sinister voice rang out, and crimson magic erupted between the two demons, blasting them both away.

A new demon descended, landing between the two demons. It was exceptionally large, with purplish-red skin and a body that burned like flames. Its deep-set eyes emitted a blood-red light, and a pair of sharp horns protruded menacingly from its head.

Son of the Three Palaces, the Demon Tissac.

It seemed that this demon was stronger; as soon as it appeared, the two demons stopped fighting and continued to glare at each other.

"What happened?"

"It's all that useless Belial's fault!" Saraca roared angrily. "We ran into that creature of light Belial mentioned before! This time, even I fell to him."

"Did Belial conspire with the other side to plot against you?" Tissac asked.

"Uh, no, not at all."

"Did Belial betray us at the last minute and stab us in the back?"

"No, not at all."

"Then why are you hitting your own people?"

Saraka was speechless.

I was furious when I got back, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized that what Tissaka said made sense.

After holding back for a while, he glared fiercely at Belial: "If you hadn't given away so many before, allowing them to figure out our magical properties and fighting style, how could I have been defeated so easily?"

"This is my fault too?" Belial's eyes widened. "Everything I said was true. This operation proved that our sister does exist, and that the creature of light is real! You were the one who refused to believe it and insisted on going up there to your death."

"You brought this upon yourself, so who else is to blame but yourself?"

"you"

Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Tisak quickly intervened: "Stop! Enough. Instead of this, tell me in detail about that creature of light, and what's the situation with our sister."

He paused, then a smirk appeared on the devil's lips.

"I'm starting to get a little interested."

The undercover mission within the Blood Cult went even more smoothly than expected. The two bishops they captured seemed to hold high positions within the organization, and their hideout even unexpectedly yielded a large list of Blood Cult members in the Midtown area.

The registration records were very clear, including everyone's name, gender, occupation, contact information, address, and even email address. It was comprehensive and saved the relevant departments a lot of trouble.

Of course, these were basically low-level fry, cannon fodder at the bottom of the group. These people came from all walks of life and were scattered throughout the city. Going door-to-door to check water meters was repetitive, mechanical labor, and it wasn't worth the heroes personally doing it.

However, when it comes to contacting the Midtown Police Station, it's worth considering that although they are just underlings, they are still small fry with some magical protection, and there's no guarantee that a police operation wouldn't result in any casualties.

So Shen You once again used the alias "Mike Williams" and reported the operation to his superiors.

The process went very smoothly. The Blood Cult is a religious organization with some supernatural elements, and it was already on the radar of the Sky Eye. In fact, the Sky Eye also has a special task force to deal with this group.

Such a precise list of personnel and information was undoubtedly exactly what the countermeasures team needed. The Sky Eye intelligence agency immediately mobilized its personnel, and professional agents launched a swift arrest operation based on the intelligence.

The Blood Cult members in Midtown were completely unprepared. Some were in their own beds, some were in other people's beds, some were even eating hot pot and singing, when suddenly their doors were blown up, and after a series of smooth "FBI, don't move" maneuvers, they were carried away in one fell swoop.

The Blood Cultists of Midtown suffered unprecedented damage; the bishop and several deacons were all captured, and most of the members were eliminated.

Agent Mike Williams was even commended for this, receiving a major commendation within Sky Eye, and a promotion seemed imminent.

Inside a gloomy church sanctuary.

A few candles flickered in the darkness, the inner walls of the hall made of heavy stone. A stifling atmosphere filled the room, yet the faint light from the solitary candles was enough to illuminate the entire hall.

In front of the main hall stood grotesque statues, resembling various demons. The dim candlelight made the statues and murals appear particularly somber. The murals depicted a crimson demon, stepping on a red lotus; it was the ruler of another dimension, the Lord of the Three Palaces.

"archbishop."

A man in black robes knelt on one knee and respectfully addressed a person deep within the hall.

"The ceremony in the central district seems to have failed. Intelligence suggests that the Sky Eye Society somehow got hold of the information, not only disrupting the ceremony but also obtaining a large number of our members' names."

The Midtown division suffered a devastating blow, with most of its members being dealt with.

The follower, addressed as the Archbishop, pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "It seems we underestimated our opponent. That 'Heavenly Eye' is more threatening than we imagined. We should learn from this loss."

He paused, then asked, "Not a single person from this operation survived?"

"It's not that a small number of believers escaped this purge. But overall, the losses were still heavy."

"Hmph, the Heavenly Eye Society is good enough. Since they want war, then let's do as they wish," the archbishop said coldly.

"You mean..."

"We lost this intelligence war, but it will never happen again."

The archbishop turned around, a crimson light flashing in his eyes.

"We need to plant an undercover agent within the Sky Eye Society."

(End of this chapter)