Terrifying 'Backstage Forces'

Terrifying 'Backstage Forces'

"It's snowing again. What awful weather."

The off-road vehicle's heater roared as Biert glanced at the frost-covered window and cursed under his breath.

"Those bastards actually sent us to do this kind of work. It's completely unreasonable. Lie Wensi is only your equal in rank, Lord Biert. What gives him the right to order us around?"

The man in the passenger seat wiped the window and looked outside at the tower-shaped device on a hexagonal base, surrounded by a convoy of off-road vehicles.

Layers of pale blue light flowed through the gaps between each level of the device.

"Lie Wensi really is too arrogant."

Biert snorted coldly.

But he said nothing further.

Arrogance was one thing. Whether he could beat him was another.

Seeing that his boss had fallen silent, the man in the passenger seat wisely did not bring it up again.

In the dim silence, Biert seemed to realize that his display had made him look bad. He glanced at the tower-like device outside and continued, "Once this is over, I'll submit a report to the Main Church about how that bastard interfered with our capture of the traitor Si Wente... Ah..."

He let out a low cry and looked down beside him.

A thin, short-haired woman in a light shirt was leaning against him, holding medicine in one hand while pressing the other against his wound.

Seeing him look over, the short-haired woman trembled and withdrew her hand. "My lord, I was applying medicine for you..."

"Are you dissatisfied with me, using that much force?"

Biert grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the car door with a bang.

The woman's eyes widened instantly from suffocation. She opened her mouth instinctively and struggled desperately with both hands.

"My lord, she's the only