The Devil’s Cage

Chapter 1136 New Owner

After dawn, the sun rises.

But rare, a touch of morning glow came over and covered the sun.

Soon, the clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the layers of the sky are dim.

The dim light makes the atmosphere in Lincheng very depressed.

In the past, there was still a vibrant Lincheng. At this moment, from the temple in the center of the city to the edge of the city, people's looks were filled with unremarkable dignity and boredom.

Even children who are not sensible are infected by the emotions of the adults and become cautious.

Especially the big people who are high on weekdays.

At this time, they entered the temple with uneasiness and waited for news.

It is different from the big marsh of ‘the world’.

‘The God of Lincheng’ is much more high-profile.

Not only is the temple built in the center of the city, it is embraced by people, and the whole city is full of ‘mysterious’ power.

If you say that you are in Yancheng, most people don’t know the demon.

Then, in Lincheng, most people have heard of similar things if they have nothing.

Of course, trust and unbelief are personal things.

call!

Molton, who came down from the car, looked at the temple that was still shining in front of him, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Every time I come here, Morton will do this.

Not only can he let him relieve tension, but he can also calm down quickly.

But today is different!

The news obtained through the secret channels made Morton completely calm down. Even at the thought of the content of the news, Morton became more and more uneasy.

Hey, hey!

Just as Molton was ready to take a step, a series of brakes sounded behind him, followed by a sound of opening the door.

A group of people with the same uneasiness and uneasiness walked down the car.

When Molton saw them, they also saw Morton.

These people who have a good relationship or are extremely bad on weekdays have no chills and no quarrels at this time.

Just looking at it, I walked toward the temple.

These people with unusual identities in Lincheng entered the temple unimpeded.

There, they saw more people with similar identities.

Obviously, they are not the first people.

This situation made Morton more and more uneasy.

He lifted his hand and pulled the tie. The tie, which was not too tight, was pulled straight, but Morton, who usually pays attention to the image, did not pay attention to it.

He took a heavy breath first, then walked toward the foremost and core position of the crowd.

There, a well-dressed, old man with a gentleman's staff is standing there.

Although the only chair was behind the other person, the old man was still standing straight with his back and his eyes narrow, his body was very different from the people around him.

So that the other side is standing in the crowd, it is so conspicuous!

Therefore, when Molton walked toward the other side, he was seen by everyone in the first time.

then……

Attracted everyone’s attention.

Everyone guessed what Morton wanted to do.

Because, that's what they want to do, but they don't dare to do it.

The gap in identity levels has long determined that even if they can enter the temple, they are still humble in front of the old man.

Morton’s identity is different.

Although Molton still has a considerable gap from the identity level of the old man, it is far more than the people around him.

To put it simply, the old man belongs to the first echelon among this group, Molton is the second echelon, and the rest is the other.

"Mr. Khmer, have you heard anything?"

Morton lowered his voice and asked carefully.

Even if the voice is depressed, in the front hall of this quiet temple, the eyes are also clearly heard by people.

"Message?"

"what news?"

Hermaia’s eyes were all replied.

The voice is more ambiguous, like a proverb.

"It is news from Yancheng."

Morton replied in a low voice.

"What news is there in Yancheng?"

Hermia continued to ask.

Molton didn’t answer immediately, but after a clear meal, he said in a more cautious tone: “It’s about his Majesty’s defeat...”

Snapped!

Molton’s words were not finished and they were interrupted.

The gentleman's staff in the hands of Hermia smacked on Morton's face.

Immediately, Morton's cheeks were swollen and his teeth were loose.

Morton squinted and looked at Hermia inexplicably.

"What are you kidding?!"

"How can you be defeated by your majesty!"

A squinting scream of Hermaia.

At the moment, the other party not only widened their eyes, but also the expression became very embarrassed because of anger.

Moreover, the words of Hermia have not yet been finished.

He almost shouted in a word.

"Your Majesty is the real god!"

"How can a mortal might defeat the gods!"

"Some nonsense, you are lost square!"

"You are really too disappointed with your majesty!"

"You think about it, how disappointed you will be when you come back to see what you are doing now!"

"Or, have you forgotten the blessings of your Majesty?"

"still is……"

"You have forgotten the majesty of your majesty!"

In the impassioned words, when it comes to the last sentence, it is already gloomy.

In this gloomy discourse, all the people in the hall all consciously shuddered.

‘The God of Lincheng’ is not a kindly god.

He is more about letting people fear, not admiration.

In particular, those who disappoint him are even more penalized.

These people are even more afraid when they think about those punishments.

"How can we forget the blessings of you!"

"The grace of your Majesty is what we keep in mind!"

"We will wait for the return of our victory!"

"Yes!"

"The victory of His Majesty is inevitable!"

"We have confidence in our Majesty, but not like some people!"

“Some people who enjoy the benefits of their Majesty, but have different hearts!”

......

A series of songs and deeds, the words suddenly changed.

Targeting and hostile have pointed to Molton.

These people in the hall are never a piece of iron.

More often, they calculate and frame each other and enjoy the death of their opponents.

Hermia is one of the veterans.

Therefore, he stood in the lead position of these people.

Hermia is very cherished for her position, so anyone who threatens his position must be removed.

For example: Malton.

The news that ‘the **** of Lincheng’ was defeated, Heimaia naturally knows, just as he knows the power of the gods.

Therefore, the 'God of the Forest City' will not be a problem.

Under such a premise, Hermia does not mind doing something.

Looking at Molton, who was besieged by everyone.

Hermaia sneered at the bottom of her heart.

"Please appoint the adult priest to punish Morton!"

Hermaia, who thought she was almost the same time, shouted loudly.

"Please appoint the adult priest to punish Morton!"

"Please appoint the adult priest to punish Morton!"

"Please appoint the adult priest to punish Morton!"

......

A shout followed by the crowd.

Yes, no one answered at all.

The voice shouted from the initial high to the later suspicion, and the voice became weaker.

Hermia frowned and eventually dared to go to the cloister of the front hall – here they were able to reach the deepest part of the temple.

Here you can vaguely look into the courtyard of the temple.

Hermaia widened her eyes and looked at the inner court in the distance.

There is nothing at all.

The inner court is as bright as ever, dazzling.

Just as Hermaia was at a loss, a figure appeared.

When the other person in the robes of the priest appeared, Hermia immediately bowed.

"Priest priest."

Hermaia said respectfully.

But the other party did not pay attention to it, so he bypassed Hermia and ran outside the hall.

"The priests please wait, what happened?"

Hermia asked in a loud voice behind.

But the other party did not answer the question at all, but instead ran faster.

boom!

A gunshot.

The priest who had just stepped out of the hall was shot down.

Gunshots, blood, and corpses made the hall sound awkward.

Especially when I saw a team of people rushing in, Hermaia rushed out and questioned the coming.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you know where it is?"

"you guys……"

Snapped!

A loud slap in the face of Hermaia.

Not only interrupted the words of Hermia, but also caused Hermia to fall to the ground.

"This is a temple."

"We are taking over here."

"Because it is about to attract a new owner - ‘dead bird’ 2567.”

The leader of the team glanced at Hermia, who fell to the ground, and looked up at the crowd, both as an explanation and a declaration.

(End of this chapter)