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Chapter 92: Chapter 89: Lone Army

Before dawn.

The raging storm from last night seemed as if it had never existed, leaving the entire city in utter silence.

Black rats freely rummaged through the collapsed trash cans, the putrid stench flowing along the gutter, passing through dark alleys, dirty water draining into the sewers.

As of the darkest moment before dawn had passed, the edge of the sky had gradually turned pale.

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This block was cordoned off by the police.

At the depths of the alley, a rust-streaked iron door was tightly shut, with no sound coming from within, nothing but dead silence, only a mood of extreme oppression spreading.

Officer Zhang kept her head lowered, pacing back and forth in the alley.

After waiting for quite a while, she finally grew impatient and lifted her head with an eerie look toward the silent iron door.

"Open the door!"

She said in a sharp voice.

The two policemen guarding the door also looked perplexed, one of them cautiously grasped the doorknob, and just as he forcefully pulled the door open the next moment, the floodlights aimed at the doorway instantly switched on!

Whoosh——

The incandescent light flooded into the room, illuminating the darkness with a somewhat gloomy hue, and every item—the round table, chairs—was laid bare.

Officer Zhang's pupils constricted as she quickly stepped into the room. The place was laid out neatly, with no possible hiding spots for anyone!

The priest raised an eyebrow and followed her in a step behind.

There was no one inside—the lights had been turned off, the iron door closed, a policeman was left alone in the dark, confined space, and was given a set time to open the door and come out on his own.

However, now that they had opened the door from the outside, the person inside had disappeared.

This room was as if it could devour people.

The priest stepped on a black, sticky substance on the floor and said, "It seems there really is a teleportation passage here."

"Now that the experiment has been conducted, and I've lost a man, you'd better find me a solution!" Officer Zhang turned to glare at him, speaking in a lowered voice.

"Now you're being unreasonable; this test was meant to involve using either oneself or a substitute," the priest replied, spreading his hands.

Officer Zhang rolled her eyes.

But at least, they now had a rough guess about where those cultists might have gone.

They truly disappeared right under their noses.

The priest walked a circle around the floodlit room and then gestured for Officer Zhang to bring over some paint. She immediately turned to instruct her subordinate outside.

This was a mixed-use district; it was easy to find whatever one needed—though the means might not be entirely aboveboard. But under these circumstances, they couldn't be too concerned about that.

A bucket of red paint was handed over by a policeman.

"Looks like a truly ominous color."

The priest chuckled, dipped his brush into the paint, and drops of red liquid fell onto the ground, almost indistinguishable from the black sticky substance.

He began drawing strange patterns on the ground; the red paint pushed aside the black goo, their edges mixing slightly to create a murky, purple-black color.

Officer Zhang stood by the door watching him. As the diagram began to take shape, resembling some sort of fantastic magic array, but the crimson color in the pitch-black room appeared even more sinister and devoid of any holy aura.

After finishing the drawing, the priest tossed the brush outside the door, and Officer Zhang standing by the doorway quickly stepped aside.

"Water," the priest then extended his hand.

"The water in the car," Officer Zhang hesitated for a moment before turning to speak to her subordinate.

The water the priest requested at such a time was certainly not ordinary water; they had almost emptied the church's pool before this operation commenced, and the goldfish were nearly left gasping for breath.

Soon, another bucket of clear water was brought over.

The priest took out the Holy Grail from his white cloth pouch, filled it with a bit of Holy Water, and began to pour it onto the red lines drawn out from the doorway.

The water flowed with a murmuring sound, naturally spreading along those red-painted lines.

Following that, the priest made strange hand gestures in front of his chest, then closed his eyes and began to pray with sincere compassion, murmuring in a voice so small and peculiar.

As he prayed, the Array Diagram emitted a holy golden light, and the viscous substance on the ground started to churn as if boiling.

Officer Zhang stood inside the room, and when she realized her feet were gradually sinking, she instinctively tried to step away. However, after glancing at the still-immobile priest, she thought better of it and decided to grit her teeth and endure.

"Captain!"

Seeing this from outside the room, the police officers were somewhat anxious and uncertain.

Officer Zhang looked at them and, after a moment's thought, said with a frown, "A team of five, follow me in; the rest of you continue guarding this place. Be sure not to let anyone close to the block or let anyone out."

"Yes!"

In a flash, five people resolutely entered the dark room.

The priest was still praying with his eyes closed, seemingly unaware of the outside world.

The black viscous substance kept swallowing them up, but the golden light from the Array Diagram was negating this corrosive force, with a fizzing miasma circling around them.

Soon, Officer Zhang felt she had entered a pitch-black and chill place, where she could only hear the priest's murmured chanting, which carried a comforting power that gradually steadied her nervous and fearful emotions.

But aside from his voice, there was no other sound.

What about the people who followed her in?!

Officer Zhang saw nothing but darkness, reached out her hand to feel beside her, but encountered nothing, not even the viscous substance clinging to her body—it felt like air when she touched it.

Boom!

The space suddenly shook, like the jolt of an elevator reaching its destination, and then, Officer Zhang felt she was rising again.

...

"This is too thrilling..."

She looked around; the five subordinates who had followed her in were gone, and she was covered in sticky black goo that burned painfully.

The priest smiled and said, "It seems your willpower is quite strong. You weren't beguiled inside and lost your sanity."

"What beguilement? All I could hear was your prayer," Officer Zhang said as she disgustedly shook off the black substance from her body.

"If you couldn't hear it, I would be fighting alone right now," the priest sighed.

They were surrounded by cultists. The police force had only one person, the church had only one person, and there were ten enemies on the scene, with perhaps even dozens of Necrophages arriving later.

Thud!

At that moment, a huge monster about two to three meters tall leaped out from the woods and landed heavily in the ruins!

Its sharp claws sank deep into the cement floor, teeth dripping with black saliva sharply honed, and those eerie pitch-black eyes filled with savagery and brutality fixed on them!

Priest: "Ah, there's a big monster too."

Officer Zhang gasped sharply, and then, with keen eyes, she spotted a girl running towards them from behind the creature.

The girl's pale face was bloodless, her delicate eyebrows faint, exuding a fragile and delicate sense of brokenness. Her slight and graceful figure seemed too frail to stand a breeze; she also looked toward Officer Zhang.

Then she gave her a bright, creepy, unsettling smile.

Officer Zhang: "..."

For a moment, she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.