Chapter 1136 New Master

After dawn, the sun rises.

But rarely, a morning glow flew over, covering the sun.

Soon, the clouds became thicker and thicker, layer upon layer, and the sky and the earth became dark.

The dim light made the atmosphere in Lincheng very depressing.

In the past, Lincheng was still full of vitality. At this moment, from the temple in the center of the city to the edge of the city, people's expressions were full of indescribable solemnity and boredom.

Even ignorant children are infected by the emotions of adults and become cautious.

Especially the big shots who are usually aloof.

At this time, they entered the temple with unease on their faces, waiting for news.

It is different from Onuma which is ‘escapist’.

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

Not only was the temple built in the center of the city to accept offerings from people, but the whole city was also filled with 'mysterious' power.

If we say that in Yancheng, most people don't know about monsters.

Well, in Lin City, most people have heard of similar things.

Of course, whether you believe it or not is a personal matter.

call!

Moulton, who got off the car, looked at the brightly lit temple in front of him and took a deep breath involuntarily.

Moulton does this every time he comes here.

Not only can it relieve his tension, but it can also help him calm down quickly.

But today is different!

The news obtained through secret channels made Moulton completely unable to calm down. Even when he thought about the content of the news, Moulton became more and more uneasy.

Squeak, squeak!

Just as Moulton was about to take a step, a series of brake sounds sounded behind him, followed by the sound of a car door opening.

A group of people with the same anxious and uneasy expressions got out of the car.

When Moulton saw them, they saw Moulton.

These people, who usually have a good relationship or a very bad relationship, no longer have pleasantries or quarrels at this time.

After just looking at each other, they walked towards the temple.

These people with extraordinary status in Lincheng entered the temple unimpeded.

There, they saw more people with similar identities to themselves.

Obviously, they were not the first people.

This situation made Moulton even more uneasy.

He raised his hand and pulled the tie. The tie, which was not too tight, was pulled straight away, but Moulton, who usually pays attention to his image, didn't pay attention to it at all.

He took a deep breath first, and then walked toward the front and center of the crowd.

There, a well-dressed old man holding a gentleman's staff was standing there.

Even though the only chair was right behind him, the old man still stood there with his back straight, his eyes slightly squinted, and he had a completely different aura from the people around him.

So much so that when the other party stands in the crowd, he is so conspicuous!

Therefore, when Moulton walked towards the other party, he was seen by everyone immediately.

Then……

Attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone guessed what Moulton wanted to do.

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

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

Moulton's identity was different.

Although Moulton is still far behind the old man's status level, he is far superior to those around him.

To put it simply, the old man belongs to the first echelon of this group of people, Moulton is the second echelon, and the rest are the others.

"Mr. Hermea, did you hear anything?"

Moulton lowered his voice and asked cautiously.

But even if he lowered his voice, in the silent front hall of the temple, under the gaze of everyone, he could still be heard clearly.

"information?"

"what news?"

Hemaia asked back without opening her eyes.

The words were even more unclear, like gibbering.

"It's the news from Yancheng."

Moulton replied in a low voice.

"What's the news from Yancheng?"

Hermaea continued to ask questions.

Moulton did not answer immediately, but after an obvious pause, he said in a more cautious tone: "It's about your Majesty's defeat..."

Snapped!

Moulton was interrupted before he finished speaking.

The gentleman's staff in Hermaia's hand struck Moulton hard on the face.

Immediately, Moulton's cheeks became bruised and swollen, and his teeth became loose.

Moulton covered his face and looked at Hermia in confusion.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"How can your Majesty be defeated!"

A narrow-eyed Hermea shouted loudly.

At this moment, not only did the opponent's eyes widen, but his expression became extremely ferocious due to anger.

Moreover, Hermaea had not finished speaking yet.

He shouted almost word for word.

"Your Majesty is the real god!"

"How can a mortal defeat a god!"

"Some nonsense will make you lose your sense!"

"You have really disappointed me!"

"Think about it, how disappointed I will be when I come back and see you in your current state!"

"In other words, have you forgotten His Majesty's favor?"

"still……"

"You have forgotten the majesty of my crown!"

In the impassioned words, when the last sentence was said, it was already gloomy.

Under these gloomy words, everyone in the hall shivered subconsciously.

The 'God of Forest City' is not a kind god.

He is more feared than admired.

In particular, those who let him down will be punished thoroughly.

Thinking of those punishments, these people became even more frightened.

"How could we forget Your Majesty's favor!"

"Your Majesty's grace is even more engraved in our hearts!"

"We will wait for His Majesty's triumphant return!"

"yes!"

"Your Majesty's victory is inevitable!"

"We have confidence in Your Majesty, but it's not like some people!"

"Some guy who enjoys the favor of the crown, but has a different heart!"

…

Amid a series of praises, the conversation suddenly changed.

Targets and hostility were directed at Moulton.

These people in the lobby were never monolithic.

More often, they plot and frame each other, taking pleasure in the death of their opponents.

Hermaea is a veteran among them.

Because of this, he stood in the leading position of these people.

Hermia cherished his position very much, so anyone who threatened his position would be severely eliminated.

For example: Moulton.

The news of the defeat of the "God of the Forest City" was naturally known to Hermia, just as he knew the power of the gods.

Therefore, the ‘God of Forest City’ will be fine.

Under such a premise, Hermia didn't mind doing something.

Looking at Moulton being surrounded by everyone.

Hermaia sneered in her heart.

"Please, Lord Priest, punish Moulton!"

Hermia, who thought it was about the time, shouted loudly.

"Please, Lord Priest, punish Moulton!"

"Please, Lord Priest, punish Moulton!"

"Please, Lord Priest, punish Moulton!"

…

One after another shouts sounded from the crowd.

But no one answered at all.

The shouting went from high at first to suspicion later, and the voice became weaker and weaker.

Hermia frowned, and finally boldly walked to the corridor of the front hall - this is the deepest part of the temple that they can reach.

From here, you can vaguely see the inner courtyard of the temple.

Hermia stared wide-eyed at the inner courtyard in the distance.

But nothing was gained at all.

The inner courtyard was as bright and dazzling as ever.

Just when Hermia was at a loss, a figure appeared.

As soon as the other party in the priest's robe appeared, Hermia immediately bowed and saluted.

"Master Priest."

Hermaia said respectfully.

But the other party ignored it at all, and just bypassed Hermia and ran out of the hall.

"Master Priest, please wait, what happened?"

Hermaea asked loudly from behind.

But the other party didn't intend to answer at all, but ran even faster.

boom!

There was a gunshot.

The priest who had just stepped out of the hall was shot and fell to the ground.

Gunshots, blood, and corpses caused an uproar in the hall.

Especially when he saw a group of people rushing in, Hermia even rushed out and questioned them.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you know where this place is?"

"you……"

Snapped!

A loud slap fell on Hermaia's face.

Not only interrupted Hermia's voice, but also made Hermia fall to the ground.

"This is a temple."

"We're taking over here."

"Because it is about to attract a new owner—the crown of 'The Bird of Death' 2567."

The leader of the team glanced at Hermia who had fallen to the ground, then looked up at the crowd, explaining and declaring.