Six people suddenly jumped out and rushed towards the statue in front of the square.
A group of ordinary soldiers was stationed in front of the statue. They wore black raincoats and stood in front of the statue like ghosts in the heavy rain. Six figures crossed through the curtain of rain and instantly arrived in front of the soldiers. They didn't make any sound as they killed the soldiers.
After dealing with the guards, the six of them quickly rushed up the altar and pushed down the statue.
The statue didn't fall to the ground. Instead, it was tilted in the heavy rain by the fat man.
The stooped old man looked at the altar below the statue. Just as he thought, there was a deep, pitch-black hole here that led to the underground. He hesitated because of the loss he had suffered in the palace. But he quickly dispelled the concerns and took the lead to rush down.
At the moment the rain was pouring down on the streets. There were no pedestrians. The doors and windows of the buildings near the square were closed to prevent the rain from seeping into the homes.
However, in one of the hotel rooms, although the transparent glass window was closed, the curtains were not drawn. A white-haired old man, who looked to be in his seventies, was sitting by the window with a glass of red wine in his hand. He was quietly sipping it, but his eyes were fixed on the rainstorm outside. To be more precise, his eyes were fixed on the statue in the rainstorm.
When the statue of God tilted, the old man's thoughts suddenly jolted and he woke up. He was stunned for a while before he suddenly stood up from the chair. His eyes widened as he pushed open the window and stretched his head out to look, completely ignoring the rain pouring in from outside. Soon, he saw the fat man holding the statue of God, as well as the hunchbacked old man and the others.
"Intruders?!" His pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with horror. He hurriedly lifted his leg, preparing to jump out of the window. However, he suddenly thought of something and quickly retracted his leg. He turned around and ran to the other side of the room. His movements were so fast that he knocked over a bottle of expensive red wine that cost at least a thousand gold coins. He ran to the front of a small cage, and in this cage was a small pitch-black mouse. It looked no different from an ordinary mouse, but it was not an ordinary mouse. If one looked closely, they would find that there was a ring-shaped outline inside its ears. This was a Sound-seeking Mouse.
It was also one of the favorite messenger pets of the dark believers in the outer wall.
The old man tore the cage and took out the sound seeking mouse. He took out a small wooden tube from the bottom of a pen holder and hung it in front of the mouse's chest. He patted the mouse's hair and said anxiously: "Go!"
Once the Sound-seeking Mouse regained its freedom, it quickly ran away. In the blink of an eye, it jumped out of the crack in the door and disappeared.
The old man took a deep breath after releasing the sound seeking mouse. He turned to the window and took out a black cloth that was hanging behind the chair. There was a black sword wrapped inside.
The sword wasn't wide. It was curved like a sword. It had a very capable temperament.
Holding the saber, he lifted his leg and stepped on the window, leaping down from the hotel that was more than ten stories high.
Four or five floors below, a couple was making out by the window. They didn't close the curtains. When the man was about to kiss his girlfriend who had her eyes closed, he suddenly saw a figure falling from the window behind her. He immediately screamed in shock.
"Second Brother, someone is coming!" The graceful woman was about to jump into the deep hole under the statue. Suddenly, her eyes moved. She turned to look at the back of the square. There, a black shadow was rapidly approaching. His body exuded an amazing heat. It was not inferior to them.
She narrowed her eyes and said: "I didn't expect that there would be a hidden master here. I didn't find him before."
"Third Sister, leave it to me. You defend!" The burly man's eyes were full of murderous intent. He pulled out the sword and rushed out. The rainwater surged on the back of the sword.
"I'm going too." The Sixth Brother, whose cheeks had been destroyed, said as he quickly rushed over. He was worried that the battle would fall into a stalemate with his Fourth Brother alone and cause too much of a commotion.
In the blink of an eye, both of them met the old man.
The black sword in the old man's hand melted as it rushed out. The old man entered the demonic body state. His whole body was like a humanoid lizard, but his body was like an insect. There was a network of muscle lines. It looked extremely strange.
Seeing this strange demonic body, the burly man recognized it at a glance. He growled: "It's their legendary monster, Shadow Hunter!"
"Kill!" Old Six made up his mind. Without another word, he entered the demonic body and rushed over.
Fighting one against two, the old man fell into a disadvantageous position in the blink of an eye. In fact, just dealing with one person made him feel strenuous. After all, although his magic mark was legendary, the biggest strength of the Shadow Hunter was to lurk and assassinate, not to fight head-on. It was just that the current situation made him unable to lurk and assassinate. He could only jump out to pin them down, hoping to delay the arrival of the reinforcements.
"Go to hell!!" The old man's claws were like knives. His originally kind and ordinary face was filled with ferocity. He roared and rushed toward the weaker Old Six.
The heavy rain washed down like the sea, covering the figures of the three people.
In the palace, Ulita was having a meeting with a group of generals and counts. Although the things they were discussing were of no value to her, she had to find a topic to keep these people here. After all, to the forces like the Witcher Clan and the Demonic Creature Research Institute, the loss of the god's corpse was a devastating blow. They should not remain calm.
The pace of the meeting was very slow. The heavy rain outside made the generals and counts unwilling to end the meeting so early. After all, going out in a rainstorm, even if there was a carriage to pick them up, it was easy to dirty their boots.
In this quiet meeting, no one knew how long it had been. Suddenly, a female officer trotted in from the side hall, bypassed the generals in the meeting room, and came in front of Ulita. She turned sideways and handed her a small note.
Seeing the anxious expression on her face, Ulita's heart sank slightly, but on the surface, she maintained a calm expression. She glanced at the generals in the room. Some of the generals and counts who were looking at her saw her gaze and immediately looked away as if nothing had happened. They continued to chat with the people beside them, but their eyes would inadvertently sweep over Ulita.
Ulita's fingers were very dexterous. She quickly rolled up the note into a ball. When she saw the few words on the note, her eyes widened and she suddenly stood up from her chair. Her face was full of shock and disbelief!
This huge commotion immediately caused the whispers in the conference room to stop.
Everyone looked at her in shock.
Ulita, on the other hand, felt a little lack of oxygen in her brain and a wave of dizziness. After a while, she recovered and immediately shouted, "Immediately gather everyone and head to the altar. The intruders have returned. They want to steal the god's remains under the statue of Sylvia!!"
"What?!"
"How, how is this possible!"
"Isn't the god's remains already …"
The generals and counts present were dumbfounded. They were so shocked that they didn't know what to do.
However, Ulita didn't have the time to explain anything to them. She took the lead and rushed out of the palace.
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