Sir! Don't close the net!

The sound was stuck in Alma's throat and she couldn't get it out.

Josephine's attitude is now exactly the same as El's. They don't care at all that their true colors have been exposed by Bishop Azavet, nor do they want to "clarify" anything. Instead, they are impatiently starting to show off their presence in front of the residents of Instas.

Abu's panicked reaction proved that her worries were justified, and she wasn't the only one who felt something was wrong.

Josephine and Al were not insane; they were perfectly lucid.

Alma suddenly remembered that she had just witnessed Josephine meeting with Al not long ago.

"Minister... what did Executive Officer El say to you back then?"

Josephine paused, looked up at Alma, and her gaze was incredibly deep.

"change."

change

leather?

Alma was startled, a very ominous premonition welled up in her heart, and without saying goodbye to Josephine, she turned around and rushed out of the office, shuttling through the Fire Elf Steelworks.

Despite the major event that had occurred, the Fire Elf Steelworks operated in an orderly manner, with sufficient manpower at every workstation. The identical faces of the workers at those workstations silently confirmed their identities; they were all residents of Instas.

This is normal; the Fire Elf Steelworks has expanded to the point where it has to recruit Instas residents.

But this is not normal at all. This is no longer the clean and tidy Fire Sprite Steel Mill, but the infamous branch of the Old Ones, the Flame Sprites.

"change……"

Alma felt incredibly frustrated. The information she had received, combined with the current situation, seemed to point to the answer, but the answer was too absurd for her to accept, so she actively ruled it out.

Mask factory, church.

Abel sat on the bench, gazing at the alien "God" before him. Balaam pushed open the church door, looked around, hesitated for a moment, then quickly came up behind Abel, bent down, and whispered.

“Abel, the parade is over. Now everyone in Instas should know that the Sheep Village Logistics is the young of the Black Goat, the Fire Spirit is the Flame Spirit, and that they are both from the old days.”

"Really? Has anything happened?"

Balan's expression began to betray his unease.

"Not a single thing that should have happened occurred."

There was no rioting, no shouting, no cries for help; it was as if they had been ignored.

This has happened before. Due to self-interest and deeply ingrained beliefs, some people do not believe what Bishop Azavet says. This is normal. If everyone believed whatever Bishop Azavet said, they wouldn't have needed to use a mask factory as a cover to operate in Instas.

But for an entire city to ignore Bishop Azawi is an exaggeration.

Chapter 167 The Fictional King in Yellow

Bishop Azawi was never blindly arrogant, especially when it came to matters of his own prestige.

If a trial is resisted or ignored even once, it will happen countless times afterward.

Therefore, before each public trial and execution, Bishop Azavet would do his homework thoroughly, using both soft and hard tactics to ensure that the trial had the support of everyone.

Bishop Azavet can be said to have done his homework in Instas. The masks and potions that the residents of Instas depend on for survival are produced by them. They also subtly informed the residents of Instas that they can change the capital structure of Instas at will, and can make whoever they want the richest person in Instas the richest person in Instas.

With just a word from them, the society of Instas, the world's largest seaport, would completely collapse.

Logically speaking, if Bishop Azawi stopped lying low and came out into the open, even if it wasn't as dramatic as saying he could target any target, surely the trial of a cult organization would be a matter of unity and cooperation.

As a result, when the two large rocks were thrown down, not even a splash was made.

Before Abel could speak, Balan hurriedly interjected, "Perhaps the inhabitants of Instas haven't realized the seriousness of the problem yet."

"But don't worry, Abel! We've completely replaced the core of the Indian capital. Although they aren't followers of Bishop Azawi, they need the masks and potions and won't go against our wishes."

"Those residents choose to ignore it mostly because they feel the black goat's cubs and the fire elves pose no threat to them. We've encountered this situation many times, as long as—"

“Alright—” Abel interrupted Balan coldly, waving his hand dismissively, “I don’t need to report these things to you one by one.”

"I understand."

Balaam broke out in a cold sweat and quickly retreated, regretting his decision to report the matter to Abel.

After leaving the church, Balan found David Biga, who had been left behind by Servi to be disciplined along with him.

"Where is the bishop?" Balan looked around.

"I don't know."

David and Biga both shook their heads.

“Never mind,” Balan raised his hand and patted his forehead, “Anyway, we’ve always done these dirty and tiring jobs ourselves.”

David and Pikachu looked at each other without speaking, but they tacitly accepted Balaam's statement.

“The residents of Instass are reacting strangely now, but that’s normal. Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits have brought them too much profit,” Balan said, pacing back and forth with his nose pinched. “It’s impossible for us to destroy Sheep Village Logistics and the Fire Spirits just because of a few words.”

We must make them afraid!

"So, it really is going to be like before?" David said, holding up a finger, "portraying Levi Esti Richard as a henchman of some evil god?"

“No—that’s not enough. Don’t forget that he’s now the minister of the Black Goat’s cubs. He’s a cultist. This is just to reiterate his identity,” Balan waved his hand. “The residents of Instas will not be afraid.”

"An incarnation... how about an incarnation of some evil god!?" Biga held his chin up, his eyes widening slightly.

"Don't the inhabitants of Instas now believe that their ancestors came from a sacred place on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead? Don't they believe that there are gods on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead who can grant their wishes!"

"Then why not just make Levi Esti Richard their god's nemesis!"

Biga opened his arms as if receiving a divine revelation, his pupils trembling slightly.

"That damn wishing bottle has no power to grant wishes! That's perfect! Their god is asleep during his fight with Levi Esti Richard! Throwing wishing bottles into the sea of ​​the dead will not only fail to draw the god's attention to them, but will also bewitch the god's eyes, preventing him from waking up!"

David and Balan stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

“That’s it!” Biga turned around and rummaged through a corner, pulling out a statue of a god sitting on a throne with an octopus-like head. “This is it! The god who sleeps on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead! The ruler that Dagon serves!”

David and Balan both gasped. The lifelike statue seemed to have a life of its own, as if something was watching them through its sculpted eyes. For a moment, they really had the idea that a god was sleeping on the surface of the Sea of ​​the Dead.

Balan shook his head vigorously, banishing the chilling thought from his mind, and slapped Biga hard on the shoulder, forcing a stiff smile.

"Good, well done!"

"And which evil god is Levi Strauss-Istyl Richard incarnated as?" David asked cautiously.

"Keep making it up—if you can make one up, you can certainly make up another!"

Balan raised his hand and rubbed his temples hard. After pacing back and forth a few times, he turned around and rushed out. He quickly returned wearing a mask and a yellow raincoat.

Biga and David blinked, not understanding why Balan would bring out the tools used for executing criminals.

“The King in Yellow!” Balan shook the yellow raincoat in his hand. “Levi's Ist. Richard is the King in Yellow! They are not the minions of the evil gods who were executed in the past, but the incarnation of evil gods! The mortal enemies of the gods worshipped by the people of Instas!”

Balaam's description left Pikachu and David speechless.

"How about it--"

“This is unbelievable. I’ll go contact Austin and the others right away.”

"I'm going to go and explain this to the bishop!"

Biga and David immediately turned and ran out.

Balan's shoulders slumped, and he felt a wave of dizziness. He barely managed to steady himself by leaning against the wall, but the nausea that followed broke through his defenses. He covered his mouth, dry heaving, and knelt on the ground.

The incoherent ramblings, seemingly from a madman, gave him a sense of unease, as if everything around him was beginning to distort. If he were a chosen one of the gods, he would most likely have already gone mad and lost control.

Creating a fictional god is an extremely dangerous thing, so they used to call those prisoners the minions of evil gods. But this time they are not entirely fictional gods. It was Li Yili who created the fictional god, and they just added to it.

It was thanks to the "creativity" provided by Li Yili that they were able to break through the existing impressions and further expand the concept of God, thus resolving the awkward situation currently faced by Bishop Asawi.

But is that really the case...?

Balan's gaze involuntarily fell on the yellow raincoat on the ground and the white mask on top of it. The distortion in his vision seemed to originate from there, and those distorted lines were being outlined on the mask.

Chapter 168 The Arrival of the Black Goat

The dark and damp dungeon can even freeze time.

What's happening outside?

How much time has passed exactly?

What will happen next?

Li Yili was not bothered by these problems, because he could leave the dungeon with just a simple step if he wanted to.

Ever since Valkyrie knocked on the dungeon door, no one has appeared behind that door leading to the bright corridor, if not for the absence of any sounds of fighting.

He was starting to suspect that Valkyrie had killed everyone here.

He would be free if he just got up and took a few steps forward, but he had no such thought at all. Even if he left this small cage, going outside would only lead to a bigger and more despairing cage. The moment he realized it was a cage, freedom ceased to exist.

If it were just that, it would be fine.

"I don't want to do this anymore..."

Li Yili put her hands behind her head and let out a long breath.

A strange writhing sound came from all directions of the dungeon, as if some huge creature was forcibly squeezing into the dark and damp dungeon. Li Yili's expression changed, but she immediately put it back on.

This is Bishop Azavet's dungeon, but it is not Eden after all. Bishop Azavet, who is timid even in his actions, was already struggling to expand a church under the mask factory. How could he possibly build a dungeon with a high degree of mystery in a serious manner?

He already sensed something when Valkyrie slammed the dungeon door down with her fist.

This is an ordinary dungeon, so ordinary that anyone can sneak in, and those favored by the gods can come and go as they please.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

The light and shadow emanating from the dungeon door began to flicker, and distorted shadows spread along the door into the dungeon.

这诡

An unusual entrance...

Only the old days remain.

Most likely, he's here to clean house, since he not only confessed but also denounced the black goat's cub and the fire elf, putting the current situation in Instas in an extremely awkward position.

Li Yili readily raised her hands, pleading rather perfunctorily, "My lord, I'm innocent! It was all because of Asa... ah..."

A tall, somewhat oversized figure was reflected in the pupils of his eyes, which had shrunk to the size of pinholes. Along with the memory, an incredible softness and fragrance also surged up.

“Ah~ Isn’t this Miss Shub? I thought you had also become part of the Temple of Guoweidun. I cried all night because I couldn’t hug you anymore,” Li Yili pointed at Shub, the super big girl who could only enter the dungeon by bowing her head, and bent her finger.