Chapter 453 Prelude (3600 Plus)

"ha……"

Triss exhaled a breath of white mist, feeling that this year's Pulmouth is colder than ever.

"With such a cold temperature, I hope more people won't freeze to death this winter..."

Although the new year is approaching, there is not much festive atmosphere in the downtown area.

Festivals are a distant thing when everyone is struggling to survive.

"The only good news is that the price of bread will finally stop..."

Stepping out of the warm bakery, Triss curled up involuntarily.

Of course she didn't know that the no longer rising prices were part of the result of the recent compromise between the emperor and the church, and she just felt the chill.

Triss held the paper bag full of bread, ready to trot home.

At some point in the sky, snowflakes have been scattered in the sky, and there are very few pedestrians on the road.

boom!

Snowflakes blurred her vision, causing her to bump into a shoulder with a woman walking towards her.

The ordinary-looking woman was leaning on the wall next to her in pain, bending her back.

"Ma'am? Are you all right?"

Triss was frightened for a moment, afraid that she would bump the other party into an accident.

She looked at the fur coat on this lady, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded. Knowing that the coat was expensive, she almost shed tears in fear.

"I'm fine..."

Doris replied panting, she was trying to control her emotions, so that her hair would not lose control and turn into wriggling snakes.

Ever since she came to this city, she couldn't restrain herself, and wanted to destroy everything crazily.

This is not just an order from the oracle, but also the instinctive influence of the spirituality in her body!

And once she defies this will, she will gradually lose control!

For those great beings, whether it is a Extraordinary or a monster destroying Pulmouth, it makes no difference to them!

After panting for a few minutes, Doris straightened up, looked at Triss, who had a thin layer of snow on her thin shoulders, and smiled: "I'm fine, you are such a kind girl. "

"Are you really okay?" Triss asked in surprise.

"Really." Doris stood up straight, thought for a while, took out her wallet, and handed over a few banknotes: "Buy more coal, and remember to open the windows. This winter...is going to be hard."

"No, no, how can I take your money?" Triss quickly refused, but found that the woman opposite was very strong, and she couldn't help but put the money into her hand, and then walked quickly into the wind and snow .

"This lady is really a very good person. Why didn't God have mercy on her, but let her suffer from the pain of disease?" Triss thought that Doris should suffer from some kind of chronic disease, but quickly put these things aside. in the back of the head.

Because in the lower city, there are more miserable people.

She walked briskly near her home to buy some more coal, which would at least keep her warm at night.

At this moment, she saw the corpse collector walking out of another resident's house carrying several corpses.

"It's Little Jack's family, what happened to them?"

Triss recognized a child who liked to play with her very much, and asked a familiar neighbor nearby.

"Alas... Little Jack's father lost his job. He went out to look for food alone, and was found frozen to death by the Dossom River... And last night, Little Jack's mother, sister, and him were found dead at home, Probably forgot to open the windows when burning coal for heating..."

The neighbor replied with a sigh.

Triss looked at this scene, but her cheeks seemed to have completely lost color: "It is also possible... that you have completely lost hope of life and left this world?"

She looked up, looking at the snowflakes, and felt that this winter was even colder and biting.

...

"Cold and death..."

In a dark alley, Doris leaned against the wall, held up the snowflakes in her palms, and muttered to herself: "This is a super-large ceremony of the God of the End - the 'Gift of the End', if it cannot be stopped , more people will die in this city..."

The God of the End has another alias——'Underworld Lord'!

Rule the Year of Death and Tranquility in November!

"Sure enough... this is a decisive battle between all the secret associations and the empire!"

Doris didn't know whether she should be thankful or regretful.

If the "Unmelting Ice" hadn't been sealed and imprisoned like the "Fallen Corona"...

At this time, it will probably be the god of ice and the sect of the god of the end who will perform the ceremony together, with a larger scope and more terrifying power!

"Hehe... There is no mercy under the radiance... Other hidden existences may not have mercy..."

"For the world, no matter which Si Sui wins the final victory, it is just suffering..."

When death and loss of control are approaching, Doris finally got rid of the fanaticism of belief and the interference from spirituality, and began to think rationally.

"Mysterious and extraordinary...is a disaster!"

Doris's hair squirmed crazily, thickened and drooped, and a hideous mouth was split at the end, which was full of sharp fangs.

She gave a wry smile, thinking of that kind girl, she instinctively ran in the opposite direction of the other person's departure, wanting to run a little further.

At this moment, the void in front of him squirmed, and the invisible door opened.

Usain, who was wearing a black leather jacket and black gloves, stepped out, followed by a large number of 'dressers'!

"Finally caught you."

With an indifferent expression on his face, he waved his hand: "Action!"

As the senior director of the suppression bureau, this is Usain's job - he still doesn't know that His Majesty the Emperor he is loyal to is actually the collaborator of these lunatics! Working hard to complete the task.

"Ah……"

Doris sneered, and completely gave up her insistence on reason, letting madness overwhelm her.

Horrible battles are on the verge of breaking out!

...

"Praise the sun!"

Inquisitor Wakefield hurled a spell, incinerating a pool of wriggling flesh and tissue on the ground.

After completing the mission, he didn't go back to the church, but let his subordinates go back first, and he came to Green George District, near Remington's house.

As a judge's intuition, he still couldn't let go of the case in his heart.

The reply from the Police Headquarters also arrived, which recorded Pala's information in detail, even including the information that the other party suspected of mastering invisible spells.

But this is of no use, on the contrary, it increases the suspicion that the other party is the emperor or a spy developed by the Investigation Bureau!

"What do you want to do? The temporary residence time limit is about to pass."

The routine daily monitoring made Wakefield more and more confused about what Aaron wanted to do.

The other party went shopping leisurely every day, went to high-end restaurants, visited exhibition halls, and went to clubs for high-end enjoyment... There was nothing suspicious about it!

'But this is the most suspicious! Today's Pulmouth is almost under full martial law, and you still insist on going out every day. What is the reason for it? Connector? '

Wakefield was talking to himself, when he suddenly saw Palla walk out of the room and get into the taxi.

"Queens, Twin Clock Towers!"

Aaron leaned on the soft carriage seat and gave a casual order.