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"So, what should we do next?"

Connie surveyed their surroundings, then looked at Mithius along with Freddy.

The head of the Bureau 11 seemed somewhat uneasy.

He might just be a deputy, an unknown nobody, and it's really difficult for him to suddenly shoulder a burden that exceeds his responsibilities.

"We... we..."

Mithius wanted to bring everyone back to the church, but after looking at the number of people, he knew it was obviously unrealistic.

"In short... at the very least, we need to ensure the safety of Oliver and Theo. They should have some leads that could be very helpful to us."

"I've been putting up with you for a long time. If you hadn't said there were clues to solving the problem here, why do you think I would have taken this risk?"

Freddy's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, and his gun was pointed at Mithius, seemingly unintentionally. "Now... I think you've deceived me. Your purpose was simply to save people..."

Wild superhumans are like that: sensitive, suspicious, and perhaps even a bit neurotic.

"No... the captain and the others' actions last night were indeed the main cause of the current situation, that has been confirmed!" Mithius retorted subconsciously, but he was somewhat powerless.

The extraordinary individuals present stirred slightly.

The situation is starting to turn sour.

Sulu resisted his impulse with immense willpower.

Lying here are all extraordinary individuals, including fourth-tier masters and third-tier experts. What a wealth of experience that is!

Not to mention, on Lord Oliver's right hand was a very incongruous women's glove, which was definitely some kind of amazing ' Curio '!

If it weren't for the Bureau 11's trump card and his own bottom line, Sulu might have actually made a move.

'That Freddy should be a Tier 3 [Gunner Expert], Connie is even more well hidden, but leans more towards spellcasting...'

He silently assessed the strength of everyone present and began to ponder his own stance should a fight break out.

In his heart, he still favored Mithius.

The logic is simple: if a second-tier professional dares to come and provide support, he must be carrying some kind of insurance, most likely a very powerful and Curio.

Just then, Sulu's Inspiration surged, sensing the intrusion of a powerful being.

His eyes widened in horror as he looked toward one of the sewers.

"Everyone, stop!"

In the tense atmosphere, a gentle voice rang out from mid-air.

"Who?"

A strange light flickered in Connie's eyes as she gazed into the darkness.

There, a spirit resembling an old man slowly appeared.

Strictly speaking, neither ordinary people nor unprepared professionals can see some invisible spirits.

But in Nia City today, the rules have been changed, making it more like the Spirit World.

Therefore, even ordinary people can see inexplicable things or hear whispers of some hidden presence, which often indicates danger.

At this moment, everyone in the sewer could see the old man slowly falling from mid-air.

His clothes gradually solidified, losing the semi-illusory feeling of a spirit, and he became exactly like a normal person.

'Is this also... a special case caused by the infiltration of the Spirit World?'

Sulu calmly observed this scene, lost in thought: 'And this old man... is he the real insurance for this operation?'

He sensed the other party's unfathomable depth; they must be a professional beyond the fourth tier!

Even in its spirit form, it exerted immense pressure on everyone present.

"Your Excellency Moore!"

Mithius immediately bowed.

In the Mystic World, the honorific title 'Your Excellency' is reserved only for the truly powerful!

"Saint Moore of the Goddess Church?"

Connie gasped and bowed her head humbly in return.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Moore!"

The others bowed, their expressions showing a hint of joy.

With the help of legendary professional reinforcements, they might be able to escape Nia City this time.

Moore's somewhat cloudy eyes swept over Connie, Red, Sulu, and the few others, he nodded, said nothing, and walked to the wall at the end of the passage.

This Wall of Flesh from last night has now completely turned into an ordinary wall.

The area was covered in moss, and black sewage seeped in and spread, emitting a foul stench.

"Your Excellency Moore, Captain Theo and Archbishop Oliver..." Seeing Moore's somber expression, Mithius finally couldn't hold back and asked.

"This is the point where illusion and reality meet..."

Moore remained gazing intently for a long time before speaking slowly, "Sivinardo... that fallen god, a fragment of his dream overlapped with the real world here... Oliver and his companions touched this point, falling into a deeper level of the dream, and triggering a series of anomalies."

He did not shirk responsibility and explained the situation in detail.

"Then... Your Excellency Moore, may I ask how we can leave this place?"

Freddy asked politely, showing none of his previous arrogance and irritability.

"Find that... door!"

Moore calmly replied, "It was supposed to be here, right here on this wall!"

He approached Oliver and reached out to remove the woman's glove that had been on the other's right hand.

Sulu watched this scene calmly, as did the other professionals.

Even if they knew the Archbishop possessed valuable items, who would risk offending the Goddess Church by trying to steal them?

Although in his perception, this woman's glove was Curio no less valuable than the Book of Nameless Necro-Spirits!

By this time, Moore had put on his gloves and began to pray:

"Lord of Light..."

"The Goddess who commands endless radiance..."

"I beg for your favor, I beg for your strength, I beg for your help..."

In what appeared to be an ordinary prayer, Sulu and other higher-ranking superhumans all wore solemn expressions, sensing the arrival of some kind of power.

Immediately, they were astonished to find that the wall in front of Moore had changed.

Flesh and blood, appearing from nowhere, continued to spread, covering the entire wall.

In the very center, there is a human silhouette, forming a cross shape, with only a disheveled and blank face visible.

'It looks... like this Wall of Flesh... has swallowed him up?'

Sulu closed his eyes: 'Any disaster... needs a vessel. Was this man the first to come into contact with the Dream of the Ancient God?'

It's funny when you think about it.

Who could have known that the source of such a vast and terrible disaster, affecting hundreds of thousands of people, might simply be the dream of a homeless man?

'This is the Mystic World... eerie and full of danger... The devil often appears in the details... A seemingly insignificant oversight, or just a few whispered words, can lead to disaster...'