"Emperor?"
The grand temple was shrouded in oppressive silence.
No matter what news they heard, nothing could surprise these Eternal Night Believers, who cared nothing even for their own lives. But the name given by the person knocking was one no one could ignore.
So the elder standing at the head of the temple gently waved a hand. Outside Linyuan City, workers sleeping in their dormitories slowly rose. Feeling their way forward, they made their way out of the factory grounds, step by step.
At that moment, they seemed to be sleepwalking under the control of a mysterious power. Their eyes were half-open, their gazes vacant, and they staggered along without a shred of awareness. It was impossible to tell whether they were even awake, yet they still slowly formed two rows and stared blankly ahead.
"Eternal Night Believers?"
"No. These are just ordinary people controlled by something mysterious..."
"..."
Han Su sat astride the Nightmare Horse, watching the two rows of people who had come out of the dormitories.
His nerves were taut. He could feel the Mental Power, perilously dense, surrounding him.
Through the sleepwalkers' half-open eyes, the people inside the Eternal Night Church also saw the figure mounted on the Nightmare Horse in the dim night.
For a moment, everyone's hair stood on end. The shadow in the night alone was enough to make them tense.
Nightmare Horse, black cloak, white mask.
"So the person who came here in the Emperor's name is actually one of the Knight Errants?"
"..."
No member of a Mysterious Organization that had grown to a certain size could be unfamiliar with the Knight Errants. And the most distinctive thing about the Knight Errants was, of course, their mounts: Nightmare Horses.
However, the cloak and mask worn by the man on the