Chapter 1919
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Sivir returned to the temporary headquarters.
"Sivir, why are you back so early today?"
"I didn't have anything to do, so I came back." Sivir sat on the wooden floor.
Her roommate, Irene Horton, was the same as her. They were both guardians and managers of order here.
Their identities weren't decided by any organization or person.
They were given by the nature guardian, Poison Dragon.
They could also borrow the power of nature guardians.
In this gathering area, there were a total of six Order Guardians and one Manager.
They were in charge of maintaining order here and planning every operation and battle.
"There are more and more spiritualists in the gathering area. Many cultists have snuck in too."
"The guardians give us power, but they don't give us the ability to identify cultists." Sivir rubbed her hair. "So troublesome. Why did I accept this mission?"
"I didn't see you hesitate when you accepted the guardian's gift," Irene Horton said calmly.
"You didn't reject the power for free either."
Of course, it was impossible for them to get it for free.
They had to give as well.
…
"Is this where the group of suspicious people you mentioned lives?"
The people from the Supernatural Organization came to a house under Modrich's lead.
"Yes," Modrich said. "But I can't guarantee that they're cultists."
West glanced at them. "Who wants to go?"
"I'll do it," Engelite said, stepping forward.
They were only suspicious now, so they couldn't all attack.
If they got the wrong person, they'd all be chased out later.
So, if they wanted to attack, one person was the best choice.
Even if they were chased out, they'd be chased out alone.
Plus, Engelite was the most convenient.
After all, he was the fastest.
As for how to tell if they were cultists …
There wasn't an accurate answer.
They could only rely on experience.
Engelite nodded at everyone.
The next moment, Engelite disappeared before everyone's eyes.
Modric was shocked. What a fast speed.
If he were to fight Engelite, he would be able to break through his defense in the shortest time possible.
Wasn't North America a magic desert?
How did this unknown organization have such great power?
Furthermore, it wasn't just one or two of them who were powerful, but all of them.
Not everyone was willing to provoke the cultists.
Evil cultists were evil cultists.
It was because of their anti-human way of thinking.
He was ruthless to himself and even more ruthless to others.
In an instant, Engelite had already entered a room.
There was no one in the room.
However, Engelite started rummaging through their luggage.
Soon enough, Engelite found a badge in his luggage.
This emblem was carved with three ferocious dragon heads.
Engelite looked at the badge. "Three-headed Dragon. What sect is it?"
"Church of Truth." Just then, someone entered the room.
Engelite narrowed his eyes at the newcomer.
"The Church of Universal Truth, huh? This is the first time I've met someone who's so cooperative."
Truth was what the Church of Truth pursued.
But their truth is very different from that of the general public.
Their truth is sociopathic.
One of the top ten evil cults in the world.
The cultist exuded a dangerous aura and looked at Engelite with a sinister gaze.
Engelite's pupils suddenly dilated.
The next moment, Engelite suddenly dodged.
A sharp blade slashed through the place where Engelite had been standing without any warning.
"Spatial magic!" Engelite frowned.
He was a spiritualist who specialized in speed, and theoretically, spatial magic was higher than speed.
Of course, Engelite wouldn't be scared even if he faced a spatial opponent.
Even if it was Superior Magic, in the end, it still required actual combat experience and personal magic power cultivation to rely on.
The cultist waved his arm. Engelite suddenly sensed danger in front of him.
Although there was nothing in front of Engelite, he knew that he would be in danger if he took one more step.
Spatial magic wasn't just rare, it was also very dangerous and troublesome.
Although Necromancy was dangerous and strange, most Necromancy Magic was visible.
But spatial magic was mostly invisible.
When fighting against spatial enemies, one had to rely on one's senses.
"There are spatial traps all around you. You'll die if you move again."
The cultist stared at Engelite coldly.
Engelite raised his hands decisively. "I surrender."
The cultist sneered. He didn't believe that Engelite would surrender so easily.
A lot of sharp blades suddenly shot out from the spatial traps around Engelite.
Engelite was prepared as well.
In an instant, Engelite's arms danced in the air.
All the sharp blades were caught between his fingers.
The next moment, Engelite waved his arms.
The blades flew back into the spatial traps.
Also, when Engelite returned the blades, he had filled them with magic power.
These spaces themselves were constructed from magic power.
Once abnormal magic power appeared, it would directly cause space to become unstable and collapse.
Engelite broke free in an instant.
The cultist felt a pain in his neck. Engelite had already grabbed him by the neck.
Just then, the cultist pressed the alarm.
All the cultists who lived nearby swarmed over.
"You can't escape." The cultist stared at Engelite. "You're fighting against the world's consciousness, so you're bound to lose."
Engelite smiled casually. "You don't represent the world's consciousness."
By then, more cultists had charged into the building.
Engelite sped up again. His figure was beyond the limits of what the naked eye could see.
Engelite left a trail of flames behind as he charged.
All the cultists in his path collapsed.
Engelite was too fast. He didn't give the cultists any time to cast their spells.
The first cultist had always been in Engelite's grasp.
The pressure he endured had also exceeded the limits of human endurance.
When Engelite stopped again, the cultist in his hand was on the verge of death.
"See? You lost." Engelite had a faint smile on his face.
The cultist looked up at Engelite. "Are you sure we lost?"
Engelite had the cultist firmly in his control. He didn't have a chance to attack.
"Then show me how you resist."
"One day, you'll understand. The viruses of your world don't understand. Everything is arranged by fate. Even everything you're doing now is part of the plan."
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