Chapter 486 Surrounding

It's dirty work.

Amber actually knew this a long time ago.

After figuring out the operations of the MIB and the basic concepts of "infiltration, sabotage, intelligence" described by Gawain, she anticipated what kind of work this special department might be engaged in.

The Military Security Intelligence Bureau is a comprehensive intelligence agency that operates in order to maintain the security of the homeland. However, in many cases, the security of the homeland needs to be maintained by the insecurity of the enemy. However, not all confrontations can be carried out on the table. What is active under the table is the mission of the Military Intelligence Agency.

A cause that is just for Cecil is certainly not very righteous for the enemy, sometimes you need to assassinate, sometimes you need to poison, sometimes you need to shake and divide the enemy's interior, sometimes you need to steal and sneak ...Of course, not all intelligence work is so extreme and shady. In many cases, the flow of information open to the public is also an important source of intelligence for the MIB, but when confrontation enters an extreme situation, the method of work will inevitably become darkened. .

But Amber doesn't care much about this, because her original career doesn't seem to be very bright...

On the contrary, she is glad that there is someone who can recognize her talents and put them to the right place - maybe what she and her subordinates are doing is not very honorable, but at least she can be sure of her actions It will bring peace and tranquility to more people.

The Church of Holy Light on this land is a tumor. Since it is a tumor, it should be shoveled out with a knife.

Tensions in Luan City were on the verge of breaking out.

There are all kinds of rumors constantly spreading in the city, and those civilians who have accumulated tremendous pressure in hunger and panic seem to have lost their minds, forget the coercion of the supernatural beings, and begin to talk about it in various dark corners Terrible thing, every night, every time the knights and soldiers who patrolled the town walked away, there was a chilling murmur in the corners of the musty alleys in the outer city, and when the sun rose, the outer city Bold slogans directly attacking the cathedral, and even blasphemous heretical symbols, appear in some corners of the building.

The church district dispatched wave after wave of interrogation teams, with holy emblems and black-robed discipline monks even walking into every household to question or even directly interrogate anyone they suspected. When they were taken away and brought back, most were dying, and less than one third of them were able to return home safe and sound.

However, even though the knights and priests were exhausted, patrolling and arresting the streets day and night, the limited manpower barely covered one-third of the city.

Even within the parish, the situation is deteriorating, and the split between the lower clergy and priests has almost become an open fact.

More and more chapel masters began to refuse to carry out orders from the cathedral. Some priests questioned the authority of the temporary bishop François Berand, and some priests even began to suspect that the former bishop of the south, Lemont, was attacking Sisi. Due to his strange words and deeds before, some people began to spread the news that Bishop Lemont was bewitched by the Eternal Sleeper, but the source of the news was hidden in the mist.

In such a situation of coexistence of tension and pressure, more and more flyers continue to appear in cities and even in churches.

"The enemy has infiltrated! Their destruction is almost crazy! The threat is beyond imagination!!"

In an emergency meeting of priests, Fran Berand waved his arms and shouted loudly with red eyes. This priest, known for his piety, sedateness, and majesty, lost his usual calmness at this moment, and faced the Cecilians. In an unheard of way of destruction, he was filled with anger.

"We have sent all the Holy See knights, discipline monks and exiled knights who have taken refuge in the outer city, and we are collecting a large number of leaflets and heretical items every day," a priest stood up and said, "We still..."

"It's no use!" François Braun interrupted the priest unceremoniously, "Those flyers...they appeared faster than we burned them!"

"The saboteurs are lurking in the city, we have to find a way to catch them," stood up a discipline monk in a black robe, who is the leader of all discipline monks, "They are very good at hiding, mixing in the crowd, all Unfamiliar faces are suspicious..."

"The strange faces also include those exiled knights and sons of nobles who have taken refuge in, as well as their vassals," another priest stood up and interrupted the leader of the discipline monks, "They are distributed in the current knight patrol and the inner city church. In the district, do these people also need to be investigated?"

The disciplinarian monk's voice was as cold as winter: "It's all questionable, maybe the enemy just got into the city just by mixing between them."

Fran?? Berand knocked on the table: "We fell into the enemy's conspiracy like this - what they want is our division."

The priests fell into a commotion, and a gloomy and tense atmosphere pervaded the hall.

In the unbearably suffocating atmosphere, Fran?? Berand finally spoke again.

"We can't let the situation get worse like this," the temporary bishop said with an unusually gloomy face. As a superhuman with great power, he was finally fed up with the troubles caused by those stupid and weak ordinary people. " We're going to take action that's enough to shock everyone - go door-to-door, bring all the suspects to the square, I'll use the Great Word to detect their beliefs, and all those who are shaken will be burned at the stake! Also, bring the weak and vacillating priests of the chapel to the square and let them watch the executions!"

There was a commotion in the hall. After a while, a priest stood up: "Bishop, are you sure you want to use the Great God's Word to judge so many people? It consumes a lot of money, and once it is used, I'm afraid... I'm afraid there will be a lot of people. Persons identified as Shaken of Faith..."

Ordinary people themselves are not clerics with firm beliefs. Even in the city of Luan, the city of churches, the people at the bottom are just ordinary believers. After so long of blockade, pressure, and panic, even the priests Their beliefs are being put to the test, and the situation of those commoners will only get worse.

People who can be priests are not fools. Although they always talk about the omnipotence of the God of Light, they are actually very clear about people's hearts. Going down, how many civilians can be tested and remain faithful?

However, François Berand has his own considerations and has made up his mind: "It must be done - we must prove the power of the Lord in front of everyone, and characterize this matter: those who shake, those who denigrate the church, those who denigrate Both myself and the former bishops were bewitched by the devil because their faith was shaken. They are people whose faith has been shaken, so what they say is all crazy talk and it is completely unbelievable."

Hearing the bishop's words, the priests in the hall couldn't help but nodded slightly in thought.

When the situation is gradually getting out of control, find out a few targets, attribute all the unstable factors to them, and then use the reasons for heresy, unbelief, madness, etc. to characterize them, and then burn them down. This is the most effective solution in this situation.

At least in the past few years, the effect of this "heterotic trial" has not been negative.

"Go and announce the whole city, the highest martial law, and tell everyone that their bishop will conduct a heresy trial in the square," Fran Berand stood up, his eyes swept across the hall, and confirmed that no one had expressed any objection , "Don't hide the news of God's Word, on the contrary, emphasize its effect - we want to panic those who are lurking in, but also shake the hearts of those who are about to be judged, the more they are shaken... The Heresy Judgment Begins It's easier for them to be identified as heretics, and it's better for us to blame everything on them."

The priests exchanged glances, and then bowed their heads in front of François Berand.

News quickly spread from the cathedral and began to spread to the chapel district and the outer city.

In an underground facility in the small church district, a tall and thin priest was walking barefoot on a cold stone road in a gray linen robe that he only wore when he was being punished.

The discipline monk in black robe walked silently beside the priest.

A faint sound came from above. It sounded like the sound of many people walking around, and there were sounds of suspected communication instructions in the middle.

The priest in the linen robe couldn't help but stop, listened slightly, and raised his head after a while: "Alcott, what is that movement?"

The discipline monk replied indifferently: "It should be the notice of the heresy trial. Don't think about it, you can't interfere in this matter."

The priest in the linen robe opened his eyes slightly, and after a while, he whispered in a voice that seemed to be talking to himself: "In this situation, there is still a heresy trial... There is no way, there is no way... Alcott, you..."

The monk of discipline interrupted the priest's words: "Save some energy, this matter is under the control of the cathedral."

The priest in the linen robe stopped abruptly and fell into a sudden silence.

After a long silence, he raised his head and looked at the dark and gloomy corridor ahead. The icy corridor of the underground facility stretched in his sight, disappearing into the depths of the darkness all the way. Disciplined priests in gray sackcloth were walking forward under the supervision of Disciplinary monks.

The dark road, like the future of the city, slides into darkness.

...

In the temporary stronghold of the officers of the Military Intelligence Agency, all the operatives gathered together. Amber looked at the subordinates in front of him with a happy smile on his face.

"The 'Trial of Heresy' has finally come. I thought they didn't plan to use it. This thing has always been their specialty, and it's amazing that those magic sticks can endure for so long."

An operator said: "The situation has deteriorated to such a degree that they will definitely use the 'trial for heresy' to 'maintain order', and they must have been aware of our existence, and most of them hope to catch us in this trial. Bar."

"Just those rice buckets... If any of you are caught, I will deduct your wages for 80 years!" Amber pouted, then bent down and carried a cloth bag at his feet to the table - the cloth bag There seemed to be something made of metal inside, and it made a clattering sound when it was placed on the table.

Under the curious gazes of his subordinates, Amber opened the cloth bag and took out the contents.

It was a piece of assembled and packaged rune substrate, and it was a special model with a small size.

Amber distributed these rune substrates to his subordinates: "Take it, one piece per person, and hide it close to your body."

One of the team members couldn't help but become curious: "Boss... what are these things?"

"Good stuff on the hair - the Light Resonance Node, part of the White Knight's equipment, but specially designed to run independently from the White Knight's armor," Amber said as he stuffed his baseboard into his pocket. Inside, "Put it on, and you don't have to worry about the so-called 'herety trial'."

The team members were amazed: "So powerful?"

"Of course it is, in fact it can even make you behave like a very religious saint when you are affected by a 'judgment spell' like a 'great word' - well, it's not that exaggerated, but it It can definitely scare that Flange?? Berenger," Amber said with a look of disdain, "Although that guy is known as a bishop, he is a temporary election after the death of Lemont and a large number of high-level transcendents. It's just a half-assed thing that came out, I doubt whether that guy can fully support the Great God's Word."

After speaking, a sly smile suddenly appeared on the half-elf's face: "And... these resonance nodes have some small functions, and they will definitely surprise the gang of gods."

Seeing the curiosity and anticipation in the eyes of her subordinates, Amber's stunned state of mind was greatly satisfied: Now she can finally understand a little bit of what it's like to get a circle of envy after Gao Wen usually comes up with a very powerful idea .

However, she did not immerse herself in this feeling for too long, and did not continue to sell off with the team members-the operators must know the specific function of the props they are equipped with, which is the key to ensuring the success of the mission, so after a little hesitation After that, she began to seriously explain the effect of those holy light resonance nodes...

At the same time, on a high ground outside Lu'an City, Philip, who was in charge of monitoring the situation in Lu'an City and performing the blockade task, came to the Byron Knights who transported support materials.

"It's almost time for the gangsters in Lu'an City to get out of the way," Byron, who was quite a soldier, said to Philip carelessly as soon as they met, "I brought weapons specially designed to attack them."

"Weapons?" Philip, who was on the blockade mission, looked curiously at the few supply carriages brought by his old partner, "Didn't you say you won't directly attack Lu'an City?"

"Of course we won't attack." Byron grinned, as if trying to show a mysterious smile, but he was actually smiling like an orangutan who successfully stole a banana. As soon as he saw his partner showing such a smile, Philip knew It was a task arranged by the lord and the bad water in the stomach of this old fritters hit it off.

He didn't ask further, because he knew that the old fritters in front of him would definitely not be able to bear it.

"We brought 100,000 flyers," Sure enough, Byron took the initiative to say it without insisting for a few seconds, "stuffed in a cannonball."

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