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Sold slaves,

The mysterious huge tomb,

Slaves digging tombs,

The hound of MI9,

The coat of arms of the Augustan royal family.

…

One photo after another clearly reveals the details of George III's human trafficking and tomb digging.

Here were Backlund residents from all walks of life, members of the extraordinary organizations of the three major churches, and archbishops of the three major churches, covering all levels of Loen.

Good job!

Edward was shocked. As a time traveler, he had done nothing about the affairs of George III. He didn't know which warrior could act so quickly!

Wait, he suddenly realized something and looked sharply at Anthony standing at the door of the church.

The Archbishop of the Church of Darkness looked up at the photos flying in the sky, a smile on his lips and a look of relief in his eyes.

He did all this?!

No!

But these seemed to be what he wanted to see for a long time!

The Seven Gods tacitly accepted the evil things George III did after becoming a god. Although this old man who had worked in Backlund for many years was unwilling, he could not go against the will of the goddess.

He knew he couldn't do anything.

He knew what he should do.

But he seemed to have borrowed the power of the quill pen and indirectly did what he could do.

But...why did Adam allow all this to happen?

He had been preparing for this trend of the times for thousands of years! Logically speaking, if there was even a hint of this happening, He should have strangled it to death, but...

Why was He not seen from beginning to end? What was He thinking? What was He planning?

Anthony looked over at this time, and he changed into his usual calm smile, and drew a holy light of night on his chest: "Praise the goddess."

Edward nodded and responded with a Holy Light of Night.

Then he turned around and saw Horamik looking at him kindly, drawing a triangle of holy light on his chest.

"…"

After hesitating for a moment, he could only reply with a triangular holy light.

Plus Mr. Fool who was talking to Miss Fors in the crowd.

What kind of people are ntr?

Bang!

His butt was suddenly patted by someone. He knew without thinking that it was Akasha. She was holding a bunch of photos and laughing:

"Hahahaha, I knew it would be fun. George III is really not an easy person to deal with. Now not only ordinary people know about this, but even the three major churches are well aware of it. What do you think he will do next?"

She laughed heartlessly like a silly girl. Edward held back and didn't ask her: As a vampire, you got involved in this matter, haven't you considered the consequences?

But he reacted immediately:

Akasha has lived for more than a thousand years. She seems carefree, but in fact she is an extremely cunning "old girl". How could she not have considered this?

So, does her behavior mean that the blood clan... Lilith, the ancestor of vampires, does not approve of George III's ascension to godhood?

But why?

Don't the Seven Gods urgently need a new god to help support the earth's protective shield?

Edward was a little surprised for a moment.

...

Luxuriously decorated room.

A feather pen quickly wrote words on the paper, making a rustling sound:

"...After accidentally discovering the secret of George III, Archbishop Anthony Stevenson of the Church of Darkness Backlund was determined that the goddess had tacitly approved of all this, but he was unwilling to accept it. Although he is a demigod who is above humans, this does not mean that he has completely lost his humanity. On the contrary, after years of hard work in Backlund, he loves this land and the people here."

"…Anthony soon discovered that someone was arranging all this, but he did not reject this arrangement. Instead, he took advantage of it and cooperated with it. He wanted to fight for an opportunity for those trafficked people, for those ordinary people who died in vain, and for his inner guilt. Although he knew that with the tacit approval of the gods, this might just be a meaningless farce in the end, but he still did it."

"...The Archbishop of the Church of the Storm has come, and the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery has also come, followed by the Mechanical Heart and the Mandated Punisher Squad. Only when more and more people witness what is about to happen, will it be possible to gain a chance to stop George III's ambition. For this reason, Anthony chose to lie."

"Qonas Kilger from MI9 is ​​here to stop everything that's about to happen. But because of Anthony's lie, the vampire count chose to enter an independent space with Qonas Kilger, and left the quill to Edward... Oh, thank you Edward, it was he who helped me get rid of that despicable, ridiculous and lame guy, and also taught me this trick of dropping from the sky."

"It's over. As the fake feather pen shattered, countless photos revealing George III's human trafficking and mausoleum construction fell from the sky. Everyone present—regardless of whether they were ordinary people or extraordinary people—witnessed it all. Things that had been concealed for many years were made public at this moment. It was truly a wonderful end to a drama."

"But can all this really stop George III?"

"The answer is no, so what happens next?"

At this time, a white and slender hand held the feather pen, and after thinking for a moment, wrote on the paper: "I heard that you would kill every master as much as possible. Why do you cooperate with me so well?"

His fingers loosened the quill, and it began to write again. "As long as I can cause trouble for He Who Must Not Be Named, as long as I can ruin his plans, I don't mind cooperating with you a little. But be careful, writing the master to death is a natural negative effect of mine, and I often can't control it myself."

"I see. Let me wait and see what happens next."

"Why don't you spread those photos all over Backlund? Just like Edward did in Tingen, wouldn't more people know the true face of George III?"

The owner of the quill sighed deeply. "It is meaningless for more ordinary people to know. The key is to let the people in the church know. Only they can stop George III's next plan."

"Oh, it's more than that, right? You still don't want the dignity and image of the Augustus royal family to completely collapse among the people?"

There was a pause, "I just want to live."

Chapter 338 Heavy Haze

At the same time, in a secret underground room in Backlund's dock area.

Mr. A stood in front of the bloody altar, looked at the four servants and said calmly: "Give your lives for the coming of the Lord."

The four servants stabbed their throats with knives without hesitation, and the bright red blood spurted onto the altar.

Plop, plop.

They then fell heavily to the ground, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged and continued to echo.

Mr. A kneeled down in front of the altar, staring at the cross stained with blood with a crazy look on his face, and muttered: "I don't care what others want to do? Ambition? Conspiracy? Trick? All I want is to spread your glory to this land again, and let those who have lost their way return to your embrace and protection."

"O Lord, the Creator of all things,

The master behind the veil of shadows,

The fallen nature of all living beings!

Your Lamb begs you to come down upon this sinful region,

Let all the turbidity be cleansed with your coming,

Let there be no more despair and evil in the world!"

He held a short knife and slashed fiercely at his palm with black vertical pupils.

"Come, Lord."

As the hand fell on the altar, illusory and overlapping crying sounds were heard, and twisted, painful, and desperate phantoms surged in the altar. Some people were calling for their mothers, some were coughing violently, and some were groaning in pain.

These are illusory and transparent figures with unwilling resentment. They enter the altar of the ceremony one after another, and the suppressed emotions such as numbness, despair, pain, resentment, etc. that have accumulated in the factory area, dock area and east area for many years also surge in like a tide.

Mr. A made a low and painful sound. His left chest, shoulder, abdomen and thigh were covered with wriggling, sticky, disgusting flesh and blood.

All around him, the light layer was filled with illusory and transparent figures, overflowing with feelings of numbness, despair, pain, and depression. Rays of light penetrated the void and flew quickly along the stone pillars, floor, and air covered with symbolic symbols and magical signs onto the altar.

Suddenly, with a bang, the stone door of the underground secret room was blown open, and the members of Red Gloves and Mechanical Heart rushed out, led by the Sword of the Goddess, Cesima.

"We can't let the evil god come!"

Cecima held the bone-like sword and slashed at Mr. A and the altar.

His pupils quickly turned blood red, and his indifference contained extreme madness.

"Anyone who stands in my way must die!!"

The next second, he saw a woman in a black robe appear in front of him.

...

Backlund East District.

A woman wearing a pure white robe and with an extremely charming and beautiful face appeared in a deserted, dirty and disgusting corner of an alley.

Countless transparent shadows of indescribable shapes were entangled around her, making her figure blurry and invisible.

It was none other than Lady Panatia, the Desperate Lady.

She looked up at the sky, and saw a pale yellow mist scattered around, floating in every place in Backlund, with a slightly choking smell, cold and wet.

"It would have been the best time to wait another two months. What a pity."

She looked around, then walked out of the alley and into the street.

Her steps were very slow, as if she was wandering in a sea of ​​fog.

Wherever she passed, the fog thickened imperceptibly, taking on a slightly iron-black color, and the distance between them was quietly decreasing.

As she strolled at her leisure, the iron-black and light-yellow haze continued to spread throughout Backlund.

Feeling the potion being digested quickly, Panatia's face broke into a beautiful smile.

But at this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew from north to south, with strong and continuous wind. Soon, the fog that had finally been dispersed was blown all the way to the port and the sea in the south.

Panatia's expression changed. "Who is it?"

Her first reaction was to think of Christine who had injured her before, but that was not right. This time, the Witch Cult not only sent Katarina of Sequence 3, but also a Witch Angel.

This is to prevent the original plan from being ruined by Christine.

Could it be someone from the church?