I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Morgan abruptly stood up, scattering the documents in his hands all over the floor.

Are you sure?

"Confirmed." Lu Yuan nodded.

Old Morgan was silent for a moment, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"take me."

The two hurried to the screening site.

Old Morgan walked up to the residents who had been left behind, his cloudy eyes narrowing slightly as he focused on sensing them.

A moment later, his face turned ashen.

"There were indeed extraordinary fluctuations..."

Old Morgan's voice was somewhat hoarse, with a hint of disbelief.

"Moreover, I've never seen anything like this before."

Standing to the side, Lu Yuan watched Morgan's reaction and felt increasingly uneasy.

How many people did those doctors actually "save" during their years in Grimham?

Morgan remained silent for a long time, because the situation had exceeded expectations.

The path to transcendence is not easy to embark on, especially for those who stumble upon it without really understanding what it means.

The vast majority of them will become food for those things hidden in the extraordinary path.

The knowledge-based approach is relatively better; even if it is targeted, the threat is not significant once it gets out of control.

But the group of people in front of me are definitely not those who have achieved their extraordinary status through knowledge.

Old Morgan turned around and took out a communication crystal from his pocket.

"Hans".

Hans's voice came quickly from the other end of the crystal: "Old Morgan?"

"Immediately mobilize all available personnel to seal off the inner city." Old Morgan's tone was icy and brooked no argument. "Everyone. No one is allowed to leave during this period."

"Even if he is an Imperial Baron, as long as he is in the inner city, he will be placed in centralized housing."

Hans paused for a moment, then said, "...Understood, I'll get there as soon as possible."

Just as the communication was cut off, another crystal in old Morgan's arms suddenly lit up.

It's from the church.

"Mr. Morgan, the Archbishop is looking for you. Come to the inner city immediately."

Old Morgan frowned, put away the crystal, and turned to Lu Yuan.

"Come with me."

The rain is getting heavier.

The streets were sparsely populated, mostly with patrolling Night Watchmen and the Holy Armored Army.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of burning corpses.

However, due to the heavy rain, many bodies could not be disposed of in time and had to be temporarily left on the roadside covered with tarpaulins.

Throughout the journey, old Morgan walked hurriedly without uttering a single word.

Lu Yuan followed behind him, equally silent.

The rain hit my face, icy cold.

But what's colder than the rain is the growing unease in my heart.

Grayish-white text kept appearing before my eyes.

[Environmental Sensing: Detected a continuous increase in surrounding pollution concentration]

[Recommendation: Leave the contaminated area as soon as possible]

Lu Yuan frowned slightly.

The mutated creatures around them had all been dealt with, so where did the pollution come from? Before Lu Yuan could figure it out...

We've arrived at the inner city.

In front of the Viscount's mansion.

A priest in a white robe was already waiting at the door.

Lu Yuan recognized him.

It's Andrew.

However, Andrew at this moment is completely different from the one I remember.

His face was pale, and there was a visible unease in his eyes; he looked as if he had been frightened by something.

"Mr. Morgan the Elder."

Andrew strode up to him, speaking rapidly.

"The archbishop suddenly had a violent emotional outburst and stopped studying the magic array in the vault. He told me to contact you and the Ascension Society immediately."

"He's waiting at the Viscount's mansion now."

Morgan and Lu Yuan exchanged a glance.

"lead the way."

Andrew nodded, turned and strode into the mansion.

Lu Yuan followed behind and noticed that Andrew's steps were somewhat disordered and his expression was no longer composed.

What could make this arrogant priest so uneasy...?

Something serious must have happened.

The Viscount's residence, the meeting room.

When Lu Yuan pushed open the door, he saw several familiar figures.

The viscount sat in the corner, his expression calm. Although his status was now equivalent to that of a prisoner, his posture remained upright.

The archbishop stood by the window, holding a faintly glowing scripture in his hand, his lips moving as if he were muttering something.

His complexion was terrible, and his expression revealed a kind of...

Lu Yuan couldn't quite put his finger on it—panic, terror?

Also present was a man dressed in golden armor, standing beside the archbishop with a solemn expression.

That was another captain of the Holy Armor Army, the one stationed in the inner city, named Raymond.

Lu Yuan could sense that his aura was even stronger than that of Shivadin.

Old Morgan walked into the meeting hall, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on the archbishop.

"What happened?"

The archbishop stopped muttering.

He slowly turned around, raised his head, and looked at old Morgan.

Those eyes no longer held the authority and certainty they once possessed.

"The gaze of an angel..."

The archbishop's voice was hoarse.

"Move Grimm away."

Before he could finish speaking...

"How is that possible?!"

The viscount suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

"How could an angel possibly avoid being looked at! Archbishop, are you mistaken?!"

The archbishop did not answer.

He simply looked at the Viscount, his eyes filled with an indescribable heaviness.

The viscount's voice abruptly stopped.

He stared into the archbishop's eyes, trying to find a trace of a joke in them.

but no.

The viscount froze, his mouth opened and closed, but he couldn't utter a word. He remained silent.

Old Morgan was silent for a moment. "What do you mean?"

"Angels always watch over their most devout believers." The archbishop gripped the scripture, his voice hoarse. "So there's only one possibility..."

He paused, his voice growing increasingly heavy.

"What exists here transcends angels."

"Even angels cannot cross that boundary without a physical form."

"The fate of Grimport was sealed the moment the angel looked away."

The conference room fell into dead silence.

Lu Yuan stood at the door, listening to the archbishop's words, his brows furrowed slightly.

He recalled the feeling when he first entered the church.

That feeling of being watched.

At the time, he wasn't sure what it was, only that the owner of that gaze was extremely powerful.

Now, that gaze has vanished.

The reason for its disappearance is that there were things here that even such things were unwilling to look at directly.

Old Morgan paused for a moment, then took out a communication crystal from his pocket.

"Allen, something terrible has happened in the inner city. Come over immediately."

Alan Kraus's voice came through the crystal quickly, but his tone was heavy.

"Your intelligence is a bit outdated, old Morgan."

"I've checked all the locations marked on the map."

"Most of the things inside... have already hatched and left. A very small number were still there, but I killed them; they probably didn't have time to be activated."

"And I also have something to tell you. Are you in the inner city? I'll be there right away."

Communication lost.

Lu Yuan noticed that old Morgan was a beat slower than usual in putting away the crystal.

Just then, the communication crystal lit up again.

It's Hans.

"Old Morgan..."

Hans's voice came from the crystal, his tone extremely solemn.

"Grimport...is under siege, we can't get out."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed.

The archbishop's hand holding the scripture trembled slightly.

The viscount remained silent, his expression complex.

Raymond's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white.

Just when the atmosphere reached its peak of tension, the door was pushed open.

A burly man walked in.

He was wearing a gray jumpsuit, similar in style to the Ascendant members who had come to the base to pick up Marcus before, but his aura was completely different.

This is an ascendant who retains a complete human form.

There were no exposed mechanical parts, no signs of alteration, and it looked like an ordinary middle-aged worker.

But Lu Yuan could sense that this person was very dangerous, extremely dangerous.

The higher-ups of the Ascension Society... the Great Ascendants.

The Great Ascendant was also in poor condition.

He held a mechanical plaque in his hand, repeatedly trying to restart it, but each attempt ended in failure.

"Blood and deep blue are both coordinates; we've all been fooled..."

The Great Ascended One spoke, his voice deep and resonant.

"The location of Grim Harbor... has been locked."

He raised his head and glanced at everyone present.

"There's something in the deep sea, following the coordinates to come to us."

Old Morgan asked in a deep voice, "How long?"

The Great Ascendant paused for a moment, then tried to restart the mechanical token in his hand again, but failed once more.

"It's hard to say, but based on the degree of signal interference..."

His voice was lowered even further.

"If things go quickly, tonight."

Lu Yuan stood in the corner, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard the words "tonight".

He recalled the scene from the return flight.

Why didn't that being, who could easily tear the Abyss Hunter apart, make a move?

Why did they escort them back to Grim Harbor instead of acting as guards?

It's not because of kindness.

It was because of the bottle of blood he was carrying.

That thing wasn't meant to protect them from the start, but rather to ensure that the vial of blood could reach Grim Harbor safely.

Blood is the coordinate.

He and Marcus personally brought the coordinates into the city.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the meeting room door was pushed open again.

Alan Krause walked in.

His face looked grim, and his brows were furrowed.

"There's something wrong with the rain," Allen said, his voice heavy. "From the moment I stepped into the port, I could feel that the rain was constantly mixed with pollution."

"At first I thought it was remnants from the battle, but now it seems that's not the case, because the concentration of contamination is increasing."

Allen's gaze swept over everyone present.

"I suggest that we organize an immediate evacuation."