"Oh, you greedy bastard. All right, go ahead and get that damn drunk out of here."
The companion made a long sound, thinking in his heart that he didn't ask for what kind of corpse it was.
Just as the gatekeeper who wanted to drive away the drunk had just stepped out of the gate, there was another sound from deep in the fog. It was a carriage, and since there was an uneven gravel road in front of the factory, there was a violent collision sound between the wheels and the ground.
With some bad premonitions in their hearts, the two of them stared straight at the carriage approaching this way.
The roaring carriage was like the wind, with no intention of stopping at all. The moment it passed the gate of the factory, several strange sounds of guards came from the blocked position. After the carriage passed, the gatekeepers were all lying on the ground.
One of them had a bone spur-like growth on his back, but more than half of it was broken off.
"Really, it's easy, thanks to my acting so seriously."
Captain Bincy stood aside with his wrists swayed, the carriage also slid to a stop, and eight men jumped out of the small carriage one after another.
Two of them stayed in place to deal with the gatekeeper, and the remaining seven followed Captain Bincy and continued to walk in.
With a pocket watch in his hand, he muttered words as he walked.
Facing the door is a low red-tiled house with iron bolts hanging on the iron door. It seems that there is no one there.
With a wave of his hand, Schleich carefully took out two steam bombs from his pocket, unhooked them and threw them to the wall accurately.
As the white steam touched from the small opening on the side of the bomb, a huge explosion and crackling sounded soon. At the same time, the same explosion was heard from the other two directions of the factory.
Captain Bincy holds a straw in his mouth, wears his hat on one side, and puts his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker. The team members stood behind him and stretched out their hands at the same time, and the page-shaped golden barrier with the holy emblem blocked the aftermath of the bomb in one piece.
The violent shock wave generated by the explosion caused the man's windbreaker to float up. He let out a bah~ and spat out the straw:
"Go~"
There is not much suspense in the next battle. The three teams attacked from different directions. Although unexpected powerful enemies appeared in the factory area, and even a large number of corpses appeared in the most central boiler room, it was impossible to defeat them only by relying on these More than 20 well-trained orthodox church bestowers.
The informant's information is very correct, this is indeed the target. When the team led by Captain Bincy fought against the cultists, the impact of the corpse explosion caused a whole factory building to collapse, and the successive detonations of steam equipment delayed some time, so when they arrived at the warehouse where the fuel was stored, a team wearing black robes with The giver of the holy symbol of death has arrived.
"How about it?"
Captain Bincy crushed the dead wood poles on the ground with his heavy boot soles, and walked forward quickly.
I saw the wooden boxes and coal piles piled up in the warehouse blocked most of the field of vision. After walking around them, I could find a huge hollow area inside the warehouse. The shining ground was transforming these fuels into strange things.
"Sure enough, it's through the air."
This is already the second day since the strange plague appeared. As time went by, a strange atmosphere enveloped the entire city. Although most of the citizens only heard about the outbreak of the plague in the city, and their lives were not greatly affected, the hurriedly patrolling police officers and the hurricane horse-drawn carriages on the street cast a cloud of gloom on people's mood.
The hospital has long been filled with fainting patients, and the church is gradually approaching saturation after receiving a large number of patients.
Anxious people asked their neighbors what happened, and uncontrollable rumors also quietly broke out.
The streets are more deserted than ever, and the overcrowded scenes can only be seen near police stations, churches and hospitals.
Jenkins, who sent Mary and Robert away, found an empty room and slept for a while. When he opened his eyes again, a black and white tentacle...
"Oh, it's the chocolate tail."
He wiped the sweat from his brow, pinched the cat's waist and sat up.
Outside the window was the dim sunlight, but the fog was still so thick. I don't know when a dark blue striped quilt was added to my body, and there were some bread and a pot of steaming soup on the table in front of the sofa.
"Are you awake?"
Looking to the side, Miss Bevanna was wearing a pair of golden glasses and a light red lady's overcoat, and she was leaning over the desk with a pen and writing something.
The kerosene lamp on the table is much brighter than the gas lamp on the wall, and the tip of the metal pen shines coldly.
"Wake up... what time is it?"
"It's five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is about to set."
"This is you?"
"Work, some important papers. Oh, and if you want to ask why I'm here, it's because we both agree that your safety is the most important thing right now."
She waved her hand while talking, and the golden aura on the wall gradually dimmed.
Probably because I didn't get a good night's rest, my head hurt when I sat up from the sofa. Jenkins covered his head and frowned, reached out to pick up the white bread on the table, first shook it at the chocolate, but it didn't even look at it, so he ate it by himself.
"How is the situation now?"
I wasn't hungry at first, but I felt hungry immediately after the soft bread entered my mouth. Because the mouth is still chewing, the voice sounds a little muffled.
"We have found a key clue. The silver vertigo is transmitted through the air. Those cultists use special techniques to process the fuel, and then burn them at specific locations, forming a huge ceremony in the city.
It's very troublesome to explain in detail, you can ask Oliver's father, he knows more details. However, those patients are a bit tricky. The effect of life span has already appeared, but it cannot be reflected in young people. However, many old people have died, and the cause of death is organ failure. "
"Life force lost?"
"Yes."
Miss Bevanna nodded and put the cap on the pen, "The cultist's ritual can only be stopped by destroying the core of the ritual, otherwise no matter how many burning points we destroy, it will be futile. I am here not only to protect you, but also to wait News, once they get out..."
The woman's eyelids drooped, and Jenkins guessed that he didn't want him to see the glint in them.
After hastily eating dinner, Jenkins went to visit Bishop Parode again. The old man's complexion looked very good, but in fact it was a bit exaggerated.
This should be an accident due to the treatment last night. Miss Bevanna probably also saw what happened to the bishop, so she stopped him from using his ability in time.