She was doing the dirty work.
In fact, Amber had known this for a long time.
After understanding the way the Military Intelligence Agency operated and the basic concepts of "infiltration, destruction, and intelligence" described by Gwen, she predicted what kind of work this special department might do.
The Military Security Intelligence Agency was a comprehensive intelligence agency that operated to maintain the security of the homeland. But in many cases, the homeland's security depended on the enemy's insecurity to maintain. Not all confrontations could be carried out on the surface. Those that operated under the surface were the missions of the Military Intelligence Agency.
To Cecil, what was righteous was definitely not righteous to his enemies. There were times when he needed to assassinate, and there were times when he needed to use poison. There were times when he needed to sway and split the internal structure of his enemies. There were times when he needed to steal and hide … Of course, not all intelligence work had to be done in such an extreme manner. There were many times when the flow of information was an important source of intelligence for the military, but when the situation reached an extreme, it was inevitable that the methods of work would turn dark.
But Amber did not care much about this, because her original profession did not seem to be that bright.
On the contrary, she was happy that there was someone who could recognize her talents and use them in the right place. Perhaps what she and her subordinates did was not aboveboard, but at least she was sure that her actions would bring peace and tranquility to more people.
The Church of Holy Light in this land was a malignant tumor. Since it was a malignant tumor, it should be eradicated with a knife.
The tension in Louen City was on the verge of breaking out.
All kinds of rumors were spreading in the city. The civilians, who had accumulated great pressure in hunger and panic, seemed to have lost their minds and forgotten the pressure of the Extraordinaries. They began to talk about terrible things in all kinds of dark corners. Every night, when the Knight and the soldiers who patrolled the town left, there would be chilling whispers in the corners of the outer city. When the sun rose, bold slogans that directly attacked the cathedral would appear in some corners of the outer city, and even blasphemous heretical symbols would appear.
Waves of investigation teams were sent out from the Church District. The disciplinary Monks with sacred emblems and black robes even walked into every household to interrogate or even interrogate anyone they suspected. People were taken away from their homes all of a sudden. Most of them were dying when they were sent back. Less than one third of them returned home safe and sound.
However, even though Knight and the clergy were exhausted, patrolling the streets and alleys day and night, their limited manpower could barely cover a third of the city.
Even within the church, the situation was getting worse and worse. The split between the lower-level priests and the priests had almost become a public fact. More and more small church leaders began to refuse to carry out the orders from the cathedral, and some priests questioned Fran Teresa. Due to the authority of the temporary bishop, some of the priests even began to suspect the strange behavior of Bishop Lamont of the Southern Border before the invasion of Cecil. Some people began to spread the news that Bishop Lamont was bewitched by the Eternal Sleeper, but the source of the news was hidden in the fog.
In such a tense and stressful situation, more and more flyers continued to appear in the city and even in the churches.
"The enemy has sneaked in! Their destruction was almost insane! The threat is beyond imagination! "
In an emergency meeting of the priests, Fran Lamont waved his arms and waved his hands. The priest, who was known for his piety, steadiness, and majesty, had lost his usual calmness at this moment. In the face of Cecil's unprecedented destruction, his heart was full of anger.
"We have sent all the Knight of the Church, the disciplinary monks, and the exiled Knight to the outskirts of the city. We are collecting a large number of flyers and heretical items every day," a priest stood up and said. "We also —"
"It's useless!" Fran said. Lamont rudely interrupted the priest. "Those flyers … they appear faster than we burn them!"
"The saboteurs are lurking in the city. We have to find a way to catch them." A disciplinary monk in a black robe stood up. He was the leader of all the disciplinary monks. "They are very good at hiding and mixing in the crowd. All the unfamiliar faces are suspicious —"
"The unfamiliar faces include the exiled Knight, the nobles' children, and their vassals." Another priest stood up and interrupted the disciplinary monk leader. "They are distributed in the current Knight patrol and the inner city church area. Do we also need to investigate these people?"
The disciplinary monk's voice was as cold as winter. "They are all suspicious. Maybe the enemy has mixed in with them to sneak into the city."
Fran Lamont? Lamont knocked on the table. "We have fallen into the enemy's trap. What they want is to divide us."
The priests fell into a commotion, and the atmosphere in the hall was gloomy and tense.
In the unbearable suffocating atmosphere, Fran Lamont? Lamont, Lamont finally spoke again.
"We can't let the situation continue to deteriorate," the interim bishop said with an unusually gloomy face. As a powerful Extraordinary, he had finally had enough of the trouble brought to him by those stupid and weak ordinary people. "We have to take action that is enough to deter everyone. Search from house to house and bring all the suspects to the square. I will use the Great God's Speech to detect their faith. All those who waver will be burned at the stake! In addition, bring the weak and wavering priests to the square and let them watch the execution! "
There was a commotion in the hall. A moment later, a priest stood up. "Bishop, are you sure you want to use the Great Divine Word to judge so many people? It consumes a lot of energy, and once it is used, I'm afraid … I'm afraid that many people's faith will be shaken … "
The ordinary people were not clergy with strong faith. Even in Louen, the city of the Church, the civilians at the bottom were just ordinary believers. After such a long period of lockdown, pressure, and panic, even the priests' faith was being tested. The situation of the civilians would only be worse.
None of the priests were idiots. Although they always talked about how the God of Holy Light was omnipotent, they were actually quite familiar with the human heart. In such a terrible situation, how many civilians would be able to maintain their faith under the God of Holy Light's Word Magic?
But Fran Lamont? Lamont had his own considerations, and he had made up his mind. "We have to do this. We have to prove the power of the Lord in front of everyone and define this matter. Those who are wavering, slandering the church, slandering myself and the former bishop are all bewitched by the devil because their faith has been shaken. They are people whose faith has been shaken, so what they say is crazy and not worth believing at all."
Hearing the bishop's words, the priests in the hall could not help but nod slightly in thought.
When the situation was gradually getting out of control, the most effective way to deal with the current situation was to find a few targets and attribute all the unstable factors to them. Then, they would be categorized as heresy, untrustworthy, crazy, and so on, and then burn them down.
At least in the past, this kind of "heresy trial" had been effective.
"Go and tell the whole city that the highest martial law is in place. Tell everyone that their bishop will be holding a heresy trial in the square." Lamont stood up. He glanced around the hall and made sure that no one objected. "Don't hide the news of the Great Divine Word. On the contrary, we have to emphasize its effect. We have to make those who sneak in panic, and we have to make those who are about to be judged waver. The more they waver, the easier it will be for them to be identified as heretics when the heresy trial begins, and the easier it will be for us to blame everything on them."
The priests exchanged glances with each other. Then, in Fran? Lamont then bowed his head in front of Lamont.
The news soon spread out from the cathedral and began to spread to the small church area and the outer city.
In an underground facility in the small church area, a tall and thin priest wearing a gray linen robe walked barefoot on the cold stone road.
A disciplinary friar in a black robe walked silently beside the priest.
A faint sound came from above. It sounded like a lot of people were walking around, and there was also a voice that seemed to be giving orders.
The priest in the linen robe could not help but stop and listen carefully. After a moment, he looked up and asked, "Alcott, what's that sound?"
The disciplinary friar replied coldly, "It should be the notice of the heresy trial. Don't think too much. You can't interfere in this matter. "
The priest in the linen robe opened his eyes slightly. After a moment, he whispered as if he was talking to himself, "There's still a heresy trial in this situation. There's no way out. There's no way out. Alcott, you …"
The disciplinary friar interrupted the priest, "Save some energy. This matter will be handled by the cathedral."
The priest in the linen robe suddenly stopped talking and fell into a sudden silence.
After a long silence, he looked up and looked at the dark and gloomy tunnel in front of him. The cold corridor of the underground facility extended in his line of sight and disappeared into the depths of the darkness. In the darkness ahead, several disciplinary friars in the same gray linen robes were walking forward under the supervision of the disciplinary friar.
The dark road, like the future of the city, slid into darkness.
…
In the temporary base of the Military Intelligence, all the action team members gathered together. Amber looked at her subordinates in front of her with a happy smile on her face.
"The 'heresy trial' is finally here. I thought they were not going to use it anymore. This thing has always been their specialty. It's good that those frauds can hold back for so long. "
One of the officers said, "Now that the situation has deteriorated to this extent, they will definitely use the 'heresy trial' to 'maintain order'. Moreover, they must have realized our existence. This trial is most likely to be held in hopes of catching us."
"Just based on those good-for-nothings. If any of you are caught, I'll deduct 80 years of your salary!" Hu Po pursed his lips, then bent down to pick up a cloth bag from beside his feet and placed it on the table. The cloth bag seemed to be filled with something metallic as it made a clattering sound when it was placed on the table.
Under the curious gaze of her subordinates, Amber opened the cloth bag and took out the thing inside.
Surprisingly, they were pieces of rune boards that had been assembled and sealed. Moreover, they were a special model with a very small size.
Hu Po distributed the rune boards to his subordinates. "Take them. One for each person. Keep them close to your body."
One of the team members could not help but be curious. "Boss … what are these?"
"Good stuff from the top — the Holy Light Resonance Node. It's part of the White Knight's equipment, but it has been specially designed so that it can be taken out of the White Knight's armor and operated independently," Amber said while stuffing her own board into her pocket. "Wear it, and you don't have to worry about the so-called 'heresy trial'."
The team member was amazed. "That's awesome?"
"Of course it's awesome. In fact, it can even make you act like a devout saint when you're affected by 'judgment spells' such as the 'Great Word of God'. Well, it's not that exaggerated, but it can definitely intimidate that Belan Bellan." Amber said with a disdainful look. "Although that guy is called a bishop, he's just a dabbler who was chosen at the last minute after the death of Lemont and a large number of high-ranking Transcendents. I doubt that guy can withstand a complete 'Great Word of God'."
After that, a sly smile suddenly appeared on the half-elf's face. "And … these resonance nodes have some small functions. When the time comes, it will definitely surprise those quacks."
Looking at the curious and expectant eyes of her subordinates, Amber's smug attitude was greatly satisfied. Now she could finally understand what it was like when Gwen came up with a very powerful idea and received a lot of envious gazes.
However, she did not dwell on this feeling for too long, nor did she continue to keep her team members in suspense. Operatives must know the specific effects of the items they were equipped with. This was the key to ensuring the success of the mission. Hence, after a brief moment of bragging, she began to seriously explain the effects of the Holy Light Resonance nodes...
At the same time, on a high ground outside Louen, Philip, who was responsible for monitoring the situation in Louen and carrying out the blockade mission, was waiting for Byron and Knight, who were transporting support supplies.
"Those quacks in Louen should get the hell out of here," Byron, who looked like a ruffian, said to Philip as soon as they met. "I've brought weapons specially designed to fight them."
"Weapons?" Philip, who was carrying out the blockade mission, looked curiously at the supply wagons brought by his old partner. "Didn't you say that you won't attack Louen directly?"
"Of course we won't attack." Byron grinned as if he wanted to show a mysterious smile, but in fact, he was smiling like a gorilla who had successfully stolen a banana. As soon as he saw his partner's smile, Philip knew that it was a mission arranged by the seigneur. This old wily fox hit the nail on the head.
He did not ask because he knew that the old wily fox in front of him would not be able to resist.
"We brought 100,000 leaflets." Sure enough, Byron barely lasted a few seconds before he took the initiative to say, "They're stuffed in the shells."
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