When Gawain sensed the sudden surge of magical energy in the slave's body, he knew that the situation was not good. He rushed forward and activated the knight's Charge skill. At the same time, he shouted a warning to the recorder who was still in a daze. "Danger! Get down! "
The recorder's reaction was half a beat slower. At this time, the slave's body had violently swelled. An ominous red light spread out from his swollen and torn flesh. Countless chaotic and vicious runes quickly crawled all over his skin. The poor man who had lost his mind finally let out a painful cry. But just before he turned into a bomb and completely exploded, Gwen finally arrived.
The iron glove wrapped in white light suddenly swung from the side and pushed the live bomb away from the crowd. Then, a vague shadow flashed past Gwen. Amber appeared from the shadow and violently knocked the stunned recorder to the ground.
An explosion followed. The slave who was knocked flying burst like a balloon that had inflated to the limit. All his flesh and bones instantly turned into deadly shrapnel, splashing in all directions. Even though he was far away from the crowd, some hard bones still hit the wooden table at the registration gate and left dents of varying depths on it. If Amber had not brought the recorder to the ground in time, the unlucky guy would have been disfigured, if not dead.
It was not until then that the other people realized what had happened. The soldiers who were standing guard in the distance ran to this side. Heidi also raised a magic barrier at once and activated Detect Distortion to check if there were any other dangers on the scene. The recorder who escaped the disaster, on the other hand, climbed up from under the table, trembling, with a very clear shoe print on his face.
"Seal off the scene and prohibit unauthorized personnel from entering or leaving." Gawain glanced at the charred crater left behind by the explosion at the dock and quickly ordered, "Dock guards, stop those ships and control the slave traders. Also, bring back the first batch of slaves who have completed the registration! Quick! "
Under the clear command, everyone quickly took action. Heti quickly ran to Gwen's side and nervously looked at the latter. "Ancestor, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. This level of explosion can't hurt me." Gwen waved his hand. "Is there any residual breath at the scene?"
Heti shook her head. But just as she was about to say something, another voice suddenly came from nearby. "What's going on? What's going on? Are you still testing your art here?"
Gwen looked towards the direction of the voice and saw Pitman running towards them. This Druil was responsible for checking the health of the slaves who came to the territory. He and his new apprentices were waiting on the other side of the dock. When they heard the noise, they immediately ran over.
Amber was still in shock. "I don't know what's going on! Just now, someone suddenly self-destructed! It scared the hell out of me! "
"A poor slave, suspected to have been made into a living bomb by sorcery," Heti explained with a gloomy face and roughly described what had just happened. "... It looked like a corpse explosion, but the person was clearly alive before the explosion. He was even walking."
Pitman's face instantly turned gloomy after hearing Heti's description. There was some kind of complicated and deep fear in his eyes. He did not say anything but quickly walked towards the epicenter of the explosion.
Although it was a living person who blew himself up, there was not much flesh and blood here. The moment the sorcery was launched, it seemed to have produced an extremely high temperature, and the temperature was rising from the inside out. All the exploded wreckage had been carbonized, and there were a lot of black and hard debris near the explosion crater.
Pitman crouched down near the carbonized wreckage. The wrinkles on his face were tighter than ever, and his face was frighteningly serious. Druil, who was usually cheeky, had never behaved like this before. Even Amber was startled by his expression. But then, the half-elf lady's attention fell on the wreckage that was beyond recognition.
She turned her face away. "That's... crazy."
"It seems that you know something." Gwen came before Pitman and crouched down like him. "Have you seen this sorcery?"
Pitman picked up a piece of charred debris from the ground. It was a piece of bone that had been deformed. He removed the black carbide on the surface of the bone, and then recited a few short spells. The bone suddenly glowed with a green light, but the green light was just a flash and soon dissipated.
Gwen was shocked when he saw the residual magic reaction in the bone. "Druil's sorcery?!"
Pitman nodded slightly. "The End of All Things, also known as the Doomsday Society. Have you heard of them?"
Gwen frowned. He had a vague impression of this term, but he could not remember it clearly. After trying to recall, he reacted. "The fallen Druil Sect? The one formerly known as the 'School of the Sacred Spirit'? "
"You do know." Pitman threw the bone in his hand down. "This is their technique."
Amber looked at Gwen and then at Pitman. Her head was full of question marks. "What is the End of All Things? Is it a cult? "
"It is indeed a cult." Heti had come over. She had heard the conversation between the three. "They were originally a sect of Druil, called the School of the Sacred Spirit. They advocated that the gods of nature still care for the world, and should continue to fulfill the covenant to restore the harmony of all things. They were originally the most orthodox sect of all the Druil Sects, and the one who preserved the most complete knowledge of the ancient Druil religion. But 700 years ago, the School suddenly broke off with the various orthodox sects. Nearly half of the members rushed into the Gondor wastelands to commit suicide. The remaining members changed their name to 'The End of All Things' and became a cult. They were publicly expelled from the Druil community by the Druil Sects... "
Gawain was more familiar with the history than Heidi. "Strictly speaking, they became the Dark Sect after they signed the Sacred Covenant. At that time, there were a lot of religions, and many sects were in a state of hostility. But the Sacred Covenant made all sects give up their hatred and swear never to be enemies again. Naturally, many sects could not accept this, and those who could not accept it became the so-called Dark Sect. But The End of All Things is very special. It was originally a Druil Sect, one of the many Druil Sects. No one would have thought that there would be a Dark Sect in the Druil Sect, which had transformed from a theocratic organization to a normal supernatural organization... This shocked many people at that time. "
"The School of the Sacred Spirit was the closest to the original religion of all the Druil Sects. Even after the fall of Bai Xing, they still maintained the church structure and code of conduct of 3,000 years ago. So even without theurgy, they were completely orthodox. Even before the Sacred Covenant was signed, when the leaders of the various sects communicated with the gods on the top of the Ancestral Peak, the leader of the School of the Sacred Spirit was there." Pitman added to Gwen's words. "So it is not too surprising that they, like the other dark sects, have fallen into the path of depravity."
"The last time I died, The End of All Things was just a small organization." Gwen frowned. "I thought they would have disappeared in the seven hundred years of strangulation and suppression..."
"But the truth is the opposite. Not only did they survive, but they also became one of the most powerful dark sects." Heti's voice was low and serious. "Druil is a profession that is good at surviving in harsh environments, and The End of All Things is very mysterious. Their method of inheritance is obscure and secretive, and they rarely show themselves to the world. But as soon as they move, it will be an extremely terrifying and ruthless attack..."
Gwen's eyes flashed. "Like throwing a live bomb on the newly built New Cecil Territory?"
As he spoke, he could not help but look at the charred pieces on the ground. Anger and sorrow surged in his heart at the same time.
It was simply inhumane.
Pitman stood up and looked at the soldiers around him who were on high alert. He shook his head slightly and said, "No, if it was really the All Things Will Die Eventually, it wouldn't be such a small scale and aimless operation. Their goals have always been very clear, and their attacks would be linked together …"
Amber scratched her head hard. "Why do all of you seem to know this End of All Things so well? Am I the only one who doesn't know?"
Pitman looked at the half-elf in annoyance. "Because you would fall asleep every time I told you about history when you were young!"
"Nonsense! I can listen to lessons in my sleep. That must be because you and dad never told me about it! "
Gwen pushed Amber back down and looked at Pitman with a serious face. "You can identify the magic reaction of The End of All Things, right?"
"Strictly speaking, it's to identify the traces of Druid spells." Pitman nodded. "Are you worried that there are still such living bombs among the slaves that have just been sent over?"
Gwen nodded slightly. "I can't help but be worried."
"It's right to be so vigilant."
Soon, the slaves who had passed the physical examination and registration were brought back for Pitman's magic detection. The few inland river boats that were ready to return after unloading the "goods" were also stopped. The slave traders on the boats were detained for investigation and the original owner of the "live bomb" was quickly identified.
Gawain dealt with the matter in the wooden shed next to the dock. First, he found the documents from Heidi about the place where the serfs and slave workers were sent this time.
The one who caused the explosion was a slave mine worker from Tanzania Town, named Sam.
"This batch of slaves was bought from various places, including Viscount Leslie's territory, Viscount Kant's territory, and Viscount Calor's territory further north. They were first sent to Tanzania Town, where Byron and Knight had organized a distribution center. After a few ships of slaves were gathered, they were led by their respective slave traders and sent here." Heti explained the situation. "The dead man was a local slave worker in Tanzania Town. His original owner was a slave trader nicknamed 'Golden-eyed Piggle', and he has been controlled."
Pitman walked into the wooden shed. "I've checked them. There are no traces of evil magic on the others. They're safe."
"Are they all safe?" Gwen was still worried.
"It's safe," Pitman replied confidently. "I'm quite confident in my magic senses."
Gwen rubbed his forehead. "The End of All Things is an organization that doesn't act easily... Why would they send a live bomb to my territory? What are they thinking?"
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