After dawn, the sun rises.
But rarely, a morning glow flew over, covering the sun.
Soon, the clouds became thicker and thicker, layer upon layer, and the sky and the earth became dark.
The dim light made the atmosphere in Lincheng very depressing.
In the past, Lincheng was still full of vitality. At this moment, from the temple in the center of the city to the edge of the city, people's expressions were full of indescribable solemnity and boredom.
Even ignorant children are infected by the emotions of adults and become cautious.
Especially the big shots who are aloof on weekdays.
At this time, they entered the temple with unease on their faces, waiting for news.
It's different from the 'hidden' Onuma.
'God of Forest City' is much more high-profile.
Not only is the temple built in the center of the city to accept people's offerings, but the whole city is also filled with 'mysterious' power.
If we say that in Yancheng, most people don't know about monsters.
Well, in Lincheng, most people have heard of similar things.
Of course, whether you believe it or not is a personal matter.
call!
Morton, who got off the car, looked at the still brightly lit temple in front of him, and involuntarily took a deep breath.
Moulton does this every time he comes here.
Not only can it relieve his tension, but it can also calm him down quickly.
But today is different!
The news obtained through secret channels made Moulton completely unable to calm down. Even thinking about the content of the news, Moulton became more and more uneasy.
Squeak, squeak!
Just when Moulton was about to take a step, a series of brakes sounded behind him, followed by the sound of a car door opening.
A group of people with the same disturbed and uneasy expressions got out of the car.
They saw Moulton when Moulton saw them.
These people who usually have a good relationship or a very bad relationship, at this time, there is no pleasantries or quarrels.
After just looking at each other, they walked towards the temple.
These people with extraordinary identities in Lincheng entered the temple unimpeded.
There, they saw more people with similar identities to them.
Obviously, they were not the first batch of people.
This situation made Moulton even more uneasy.
He raised his hand and pulled the tie. The tie, which was not too tight, was pulled straight away, but Moulton, who usually pays attention to his image, didn't pay attention to it at all.
He first took a deep breath, and then walked towards the front and center of the crowd.
There, a well-dressed old man with a gentleman's stick was standing there.
Even though the only chair was right behind him, the old man still stood there with his back straight, his eyes slightly squinted, and he had a completely different aura from the people around him.
So much so that the other party was so conspicuous standing in the crowd!
Therefore, when Moulton walked towards the other party, he was immediately seen by everyone.
Then…
Attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone guessed what Moulton wanted to do.
Because that is exactly what they want to do, but dare not do.
The difference in status has already determined that even if they can enter the temple, they are still humbled in front of this old man.
Moulton's status is different.
Although Moulton still has a considerable gap from the status level of the old man, he is far more than the people around him.
To put it simply, the old man belongs to the first echelon among this group of people, Moulton is the second echelon, and the rest are the others.
"Mr. Hermia, have you heard any news?"
Moulton lowered his voice and asked cautiously.
But even if the voice was lowered, in the front hall of the upcoming temple, people could still hear it clearly under everyone's gaze.
"information?"
"what news?"
Hermia asked back without opening her eyes.
The voice of the speech was even more vague, like raving.
"It's the news from Yancheng."
Moulton replied in a low voice.
"What's the news from Yancheng?"
Hermia continued to ask questions.
Moulton didn't answer right away, but after an obvious pause, he said in a more cautious tone: "It's about the defeat of the Crown Prince..."
Snapped!
Moulton was interrupted before he could finish speaking.
The gentleman's staff in Hermia's hand slapped Moulton's face fiercely.
Immediately, Moulton's cheeks became bruised and his teeth became loose.
Moulton covered his face and looked at Hermia puzzled.
"What are you kidding?!"
"How could His Majesty be defeated!"
A squinting Hermia roared loudly.
At this moment, the opponent's eyes not only widened, but his expression became extremely ferocious because of anger.
Moreover, Hermia hadn't finished speaking yet.
He yelled almost word for word.
"Your Majesty is a real god!"
"How can a mortal defeat a god!"
"Some nonsense will make you lose your position!"
"You guys are really disappointing Your Majesty!"
"Think about it, when His Majesty returns and sees your current appearance, how disappointed you will be!"
"Or, have you forgotten His Majesty's favor?"
"still… "
"You have forgotten the majesty of Your Majesty!"
In the impassioned words, when the last sentence was said, it was already gloomy.
Under these gloomy words, everyone in the hall shivered subconsciously.
The 'God of Forest City' is not a kind deity.
He is more feared than admired.
In particular, those who let him down will be punished thoroughly.
Thinking of those punishments, these people became even more frightened.
"How could we forget His Majesty's favor!"
"Your Majesty's grace is even more engraved in our hearts!"
"We will wait for the return of the victorious crown!"
"yes!"
"Your Majesty's victory is inevitable!"
"We have confidence in Your Majesty, but it's not like some people!"
"Some guy who enjoys the favor of the crown, but has a different heart!"
…
Amid a series of praises, the conversation suddenly changed.
Targeting and hostility pointed at Moulton one after another.
These people in the lobby were never monolithic.
More often, they plot and frame each other, taking pleasure in the death of their opponents.
Hermia is a veteran among them.
Because of this, he stood in the leading position of these people.
Hermia cherished his position very much, so anyone who threatened his position would be severely eliminated.
Example: Moulton.
The news of the defeat of the 'God of the Forest City', Hermia naturally knew about it, just as he knew the power of the gods.
Therefore, the 'God of Forest City' will be fine.
Under such a premise, Hermia didn't mind doing something.
Looking at Moulton who was besieged by everyone.
Hermia sneered inwardly.
"My lord priest, please punish Morton!"
Hermia, who thought it was about the time, shouted loudly.
"My lord priest, please punish Morton!"
"My lord priest, please punish Morton!"
"My lord priest, please punish Morton!"
…
One after another shouts sounded from the crowd.
But, no one answered at all.
The shouting went from high at first to suspicion later, and the voice became weaker and weaker.
Hermia frowned, and finally boldly walked to the corridor of the front hall—this is the deepest part of the temple that they can reach.
From here, you can vaguely see the inner courtyard of the temple.
Hermia stared wide-eyed at the inner courtyard in the distance.
But nothing at all.
The inner courtyard was as bright and dazzling as ever.
Just when Hermia was at a loss, a figure appeared.
As soon as the other party in the priest's robe appeared, Hermia immediately bowed and saluted.
"My lord priest."
Hermia said respectfully.
But the other party ignored it at all, and just bypassed Hermia and ran out of the hall.
"Master Priest, please wait, what happened?"
Hermia asked loudly from behind.
But the other party didn't intend to answer at all, but ran even faster.
boom!
There was a shot.
The priest who had just stepped out of the hall was shot and fell to the ground.
Gunshots, blood, and corpses caused an uproar in the hall.
Especially when he saw a group of people rushing in, Hermia even rushed out and questioned them.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you know where this is?"
"you… "
Snapped!
A loud slap hit Hermiah's face.
Not only interrupted Hermia's voice, but also made Hermia fall to the ground.
"This is the temple."
"We're taking over here."
"Because, it is about to attract a new owner—the crown of 'Death Bird' 2567."
The leader of the team glanced at Hermia who had fallen to the ground, then looked up at the crowd, explaining and declaring.
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