The direction Kyle was looking at was precisely the location of Morik Manor's underground core server room.
This was no longer a server center in the traditional sense.
The air was permeated with the faint scent of evil energy. Countless ghostly blue data streams, like a living neural network, flowed and wove through the walls and ceiling, forming an invisible yet omnipresent "web."
At the center of this data network stood a miniature Puppet Evil Spirit statue, gradually rising like a lurking spider.
The only difference was a data-flickering tentacle on it. Though its end was connected to the statue, it looked as if it extended from the void.
It was remotely controlled by the Puppet Evil Spirit.
Late at night, the grounds outside the manor were pitch-black and profound.
The surroundings were utterly silent.
All at once, three faint golden pillars of light descended out of thin air, tearing directly through the server room's stable energy field!
As the light faded, it revealed three angels whose eyes contained not the slightest trace of human emotion.
A holy pressure instantly filled the surroundings, attempting to purify all that was unclean.
The leading angel held a weapon made of silver-white, metal-like feathers. It resembled both a dagger and a shortsword.
Its tip pointed directly at the sealed server room.
Its voice was unquestionable. "Blasphemous creation—using mortal flesh to privately control an evil spirit, weaving a web to deceive the masses and disrupt reality's order. Today, its foundation shall be destroyed and its filth purified!"
Before the words had even finished, the silver shortsword thrust out.
Its speed surpassed the limits of physics. Wherever its blade passed, the iron door was torn apart like tofu, leaving a gash as a mesh-like barrier resembling data streams suddenly appeared over it.
Yet even the