Factory District
"Great ' Fool,' please tell Miss ' Magician ' that I have already informed the Church of the Evernight Goddess through some Concealment channels."
"As for compensation, that's unnecessary. I sincerely hope we can stop this Catastrophe. Protecting Backlund isn't just her responsibility..."
In the deep red light, Fors heard Miss Justice's cheerful voice and was surprised by her noble character.
"Miss Justice" is indeed as Justice as her code name suggests... She thought to herself, and slowly exhaled.
Suddenly snapping back to reality, Fors realized she was covered in a cold sweat, as if she had just crawled out of the water, and was nearly exhausted from the anxious wait.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered her colleagues outside and quickly got up and ran outside.
"How did you get yourself into this state?!" Fors rushed into the Living Room and immediately saw Lorry sprawled on the Sofa.
His expression Distortion, his eyes Affliction, and something seemed to be moving beneath his once handsome face, making him look quite horrifying.
Fors was all too familiar with this scene.
This is a sign that things are about to get out of control!
Lorry barely opened his eyes and looked at the brown-haired woman, asking:
"H-how...?"
"The Church of the Evernight Goddess already knows about this, you..." Fors nodded vigorously, her face full of concern, "Are you alright?"
Lorry breathed a sigh of relief, a look of satisfaction on his face. Just as he was about to tell the other person that he was alright, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he couldn't help but let out a Affliction growl.
His black hair began to grow wildly, and his fingernails also grew rapidly!
Fors panicked and said:
"You, you hurry up and go to..."
She wanted to remind Lorry to pray to Mr. Fool, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by the White Bone Ring on the middle finger of his right hand:
Does he seem like he can understand human speech now?
"Put me on, use ' Soothing '."
--When Vera helped Lorry treat his schizophrenia last time, she used the "Psychiatrist's" "Soothing" to replace the "Nightmare's" ability to "Dream Infiltration".
The aged voice was full of disdain, but it flew towards Fors very quickly.
Ignoring the other person's tone, she quickly slipped the ring onto her finger and used her Spirituality power to "Soothing" Lorry.
It was visibly that Lorry's struggles gradually lessened.
His expression calmed down a bit.
"Keep using it!" the aged voice urged upon seeing this.
"Hmm." Fors did as instructed without hesitation, stroking the White Bone Ring again and using "Soothing" on Lorry, whose condition had improved.
It took four attempts before the other person's condition fully returned to normal.
Fors breathed a sigh of relief, then laboriously lifted the wriggling Lorry onto the Long Sofa, and sat down on the Single Sofa, her face flushed and panting.
"The Apprentice's stamina is too poor..." she thought to herself, her gaze inadvertently drifting to the other person's features, her pale blue eyes blinking gently.
Just then, a comforting, aged voice suddenly rang in her ears:
"Good idea."
"Marrying a smart person can indeed effectively improve the intelligence of offspring."
"What are you saying?!" Fors's fair face, which was slightly flushed from exhaustion, turned completely liver-colored.
She looked at the White Bone Ring with a mixture of shame and anger, wanting to throw it out the window.
But as soon as she put her idea into practice, Fors, Calmness down, regretted it and quickly jumped up from the Sofa, preparing to run to the window to look for it.
The White Bone Ring slowly floated back:
"Don't deny it."
"Your expression and behavior have clearly revealed your thoughts. But don't worry, I'm not so bored as to share this kind of thing with others."
"That's alright then..." Fors gently patted her chest, glaring at the White Bone Ring with annoyance.
Then she heard the other person's serious tone again:
You just simulated "Soothing" four times.
"According to the rules, you need to pay me four times, or you will gain ' Eternal Life.' You have three payment options to choose from..."
As soon as the words were spoken, Fors was struck Lightning Strike, staring at the tiny mouth of the White Bone Ring opening and closing, his expression frozen like a wax figure.
Factory District.
The epicenter of the Explosion, which was the warehouse where the Kingdom Weapons Factory stored gunpowder, has now been transformed into a crater tens of meters in diameter.
Further away, amidst the charred, ruined buildings lay scattered limbs and the Affliction groans of the wounded who had miraculously survived.
However, this is far from the end.
It was just a signal, the prelude to Catastrophe!
As the black mushroom cloud rose into the sky, the "Eye of Truth" Believer lurking in various Factory began their killing spree.
They are at least "Shaman"!
Ordinary people are completely powerless against such an attack; even if they muster the courage to rush forward, they still cannot change their fate of death.
In an instant, panicked cries, desperate pleas for mercy, furious roars with nowhere to retreat, and prayers in dire straits intertwined.
Together, they form the main theme of the Factory District.
Blood is spreading!
The soul is wailing!
The Former Ceramics Factory at the edge of the area where it meets the East Borough.
Inside the workshop, the Female Workers, busy making new products, Trembling with fear from the earlier Explosion and the commotion outside.
"Don't panic, everyone! The sound is still quite far away!"
The young manager, who had just been promoted and Luck to marry the woman he loved, suppressed his fear and reassured everyone, intending to lock the workshop door from the inside.
Before they even reached the door, they saw a man walking in from outside.
A look of delight appeared on the young manager's face as he whispered:
"Witt, come in quickly."
"Something seems to be happening outside. Let's lock the door and hide for a bit."
Witt was a new repairman at their factory. He was of medium height and not fat, but had a round face that made him look quite approachable.
Because they were close in age, the younger manager and he had a pretty good relationship.
"Okay, I'm coming."
Witt smiled and nodded, then quickened his pace.
"Don't worry, everyone, I'll lock the door right away," the young supervisor shouted to those behind him without turning his head as the repairmen entered.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain.
The next second, he heard a panicked warning, seemingly telling him to be careful?
He saw his vision spinning, and his last gaze settled on his headless Corpse slowly falling, with Witt behind him holding a sharp blade.
He saw the other person's face splattered with blood, and a slow smile appeared on his face.
Amidst the piercing screams and shouts, a Female Workers cried out, "Weren't you two on good terms? Why did you hurt him?"
"Harm?" Witt shook his head with a smile.
"No, it's not harm."
"Instead, we are sending him to meet the great and Supreme Being. This is his honor and destiny, and it is also your honor and destiny!"
Having said that, he raised his hand and waved it gently.
Sharp blades formed from condensed air quickly materialized and hovered beside him.
Just then, Witt suddenly heard a weeping Female Workers call out the name "Albert," and he couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.
Even if Seven False Gods descended today, they could not save you!
"Let alone a dog?"