The visitor left as suddenly as he had arrived.
The old guard of the cemetery was a little dazed. He looked at the direction where the flame dissipated, but a lot of information revealed by the other party in the brief conversation just now remained in his mind. It was not until Annie beside him grabbed his sleeve that the old man suddenly woke up.
He lowered his head and saw Anne looking at him uneasily. In addition to helplessness, there was also tension and confusion in the girl's eyes.
Perhaps she already understood the separation of life and death, but she still couldn't fully comprehend what had just happened.
The old guard bent over, his old and stiff joints slightly aching in this cold winter. He reached out and patted the snowflakes on Annie's shoulder: "Annie, don't be afraid, nothing bad will happen."
"Grandpa who's in charge..." The girl's lips moved. She was trying to organize the words as much as possible, but she didn't know where to start. "The man just now..."
"Don't ask too many questions, don't think too much, just like the textbook says, don't pry into the knowledge that is not open to mortals. You just need to know that it is a visitor who has no ill intentions towards you. Now that it has left, your connection with it ends here."
"Then my father..."
"Your father may have done something great beyond our imagination," the old guard said softly, reaching out to touch the girl's hair. "Annie, don't worry, he is no longer wandering on the sea, he has gone to a better place. Go back and tell your mother, she has been waiting for this news for a long time."
The cemetery will not be open today.
Annie pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before she whispered to confirm: "Is it true this time?"
Anne nodded as if she understood, then said goodbye to the old keeper of the cemetery. She turned around and walked towards the road leading to the neighborhood, following the tire tracks that had not yet frozen into ice, slowly heading towards home, slowly blending into the snow-covered background of the city.
This was something that an unspeakable visitor had given him, and he had asked him to pass it on to the gatekeeper Agatha, but he also said that it would be enough as long as the message could be delivered to the Frost Cathedral - he did not say that no one else was allowed to open the letter.
In Cemetery No. 3, in the guardhouse, the old guard said he did not lock the door, and then came to the desk in the corner with a serious expression.
If you just need to convey a message, you can read it yourself and then pass it on.
After arriving at the desk, he took out items such as incense, essential oils, candles, and herbal powders from the drawer and began to set up a powerful altar.
Then he raised his hand and gently pressed something in his pocket—a letter that seemed to contain countless secrets was lying there quietly.
He sat down slowly, completed a prayer in his heart, and then solemnly took out the letter from his pocket.
The old man examined the cover of the letter.
This letter comes from an indescribable visitor. The seemingly ordinary material may also carry unimaginable knowledge and mysteries. What does it mean
The old man breathed a sigh of relief and was fully prepared. He picked up the letter opener beside him and carefully opened the seemingly ordinary cover.
To come into contact with ineffable knowledge, no preparation is too rigorous or too complicated.
After all, the graveyard wardens were the first line of defense to the cathedral.
With an unprecedented solemn expression and a determination that was almost like martyrdom, the old guard slowly unfolded the letter.
A folded piece of letter slipped out of the envelope.
The three big words "Report Letter" came into view.
The old guard exhaled lightly, looking at the dark flames burning on the candlesticks and the thin incense smoke that condensed above the table like a substance. He could feel that the power of Bartok, the god of death, had briefly descended upon this small house. The power of blessing lingered around the desk, stabilizing the order of time and space here, as well as his own spirit.
“… The young gatekeeper raised his cane and used the end of the tin cane to poke one of the fragments. The black, ceramic-like fragment flipped on the ground, making a crisp sound.
It turned over, revealing about half of the face, including
Includes lips, nose bridge and one eye.
Even though it was incomplete, it clearly captured the cultist's fearful expression at the moment of his death.
"Residents in the distance didn't hear any noise from the battle, but most of them didn't dare to spy on it. We could only judge from their words when and how long the battle took place - it happened around 1 a.m. and probably lasted less than three minutes."
So far, no known divine or heretical spell can produce this effect. Even the various spells used by the deep demons do not have such strange phenomena.
A priest who was inspecting the scene stood up from the wreckage and nodded to Agatha while taking off his gloves. "A deeply purified annihilation priest, judging by the degree of blood and flesh distortion, is quite powerful. Theoretically, even if he encountered a full twelve-man Guardian team, he could have fought back and broken through. But he was quickly dealt with—and there was almost no sign of a counterattack."
The priest shook his head. "The simplest and most brutal way of attack, pure force, makes it difficult to determine the identity of the other party. However, we found some traces of normal dissolution of water vapor in the distance. This may be the only clue."
A pile of almost charred wreckage was piled up in the alley. Traces of fierce fighting and explosions could be seen around the wreckage, and the affected area was large, but the course of the battle was obviously overwhelming - at the same time, it was a completely different fighting style from the pile of debris at the entrance of the alley.
After pondering for a moment, she shook her head and walked towards another "scene" deeper in the alley.
A guard with short brown hair walked quickly into the alley, came to the pastor and quickly reported the situation.
"Something has been discovered in the house number 25," the priest said immediately. "There is a Senjin woman who was attacked by supernatural power and fell into a coma. In addition, a room contaminated by strange things was found on the second floor of the house."
He also instructed the guards outside to keep watch near the cabin and to provide adequate protection for the open space around the house - but this was not enough.
Agatha frowned slightly: "Can you tell where his opponent comes from?"
"The water vapor dissolved... Is that all it took?" Agatha said softly, and glanced back at the direction of the alley. "Two completely different fighting styles."
He paused for a moment and then asked, "What about the investigation of the surrounding residents?"
After a few minutes, the altar was completed.
"Yes, one is simple and brutal, the other is strange and dangerous. What they have in common is that they are both very powerful. Heretics at the priest level have no chance to fight back at all," the priest nodded. "The only good news is that they are obviously enemies of the Oblivion Cult."
Agatha looked at the shattered fragments on the ground with a serious expression. The cold wind blowing in from the alley blew her long hair, and the cold air kept seeping into the gaps between clothes and bandages. This bone-chilling cold air seemed to still solidify the fear and despair of the two Annihilation Cultists at their last moments.
The old guard's eyes gradually became serious. He turned and returned to the cemetery, waving behind him. The heavy iron fence gate creaked closed.
And...a strange smile
"Inside the building?" After listening to the report from the minister, the pastor immediately frowned and looked up at the building diagonally across the alley.
Just then, a sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the side, interrupting the conversation between Agatha and the pastor.
This is the quality a veteran should have.
What kind of power can turn a person into pieces like a porcelain doll
"The enemy of our enemy is not necessarily our friend," Agatha shook her head. "Besides, they obviously have a tendency to act in secret. They are unwilling to show up, which in itself is worthy of vigilance."
"There is no more news for the time being," the pastor spread out his hands. "I have also arranged for people to investigate the situation door to door, including the alleys farther away, to see if there are any reports of witnesses of strangers. However, Fireplace Street is a large block, and I don't think there will be any results in a short time."
"That's all? What about the others?"
At the entrance to the cemetery, the old guard looked in the direction of the path for a long time and knew that
He heaved a sigh of relief only after Annie's figure disappeared at the intersection.
He lit the candles at a specific location, added essential oils and herbal powders to them, blessed the entire desk with the scent of incense, placed the incense burner in the middle of the candlesticks, and constructed it according to the symbolism of the altar - he prepared all of this skillfully, and every move seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times.
The child did not fall this time.
Agatha frowned. He could see that the lips on the ceramic fragment had a suspicious curve, as if a peaceful and tranquil smile was about to appear but was frozen - and this subtle curve and the fear in the eye appeared on the same face at the same time, which made it look even more weird and terrifying.
Seeing this, Agatha immediately asked, "What's going on?"
Several guards were busy in the distance. The team that had come here to deal with the scene blocked the entrance and exit of the alley. There were also people investigating clues in several alleys in the distance - the evidence collection work was proceeding in an orderly manner, but Agatha's confusion had not diminished so far.