now.

The carnival of silent metal and machinery rises quietly under the cover of darkness.

Close to a location in the Royal City's large library that no one paid attention to due to the chaos, Lendl stretched out his perfect figure in a tight-fitting combat uniform:

"If it's just a head-on confrontation.

There are so many cultists, high-level transcendent beings and a perfectly suitable simulated abyss environment.

Our winning rate is probably less than 10%.”

There was a complicated light in her eyes, and then she continued to say to Su Wen on the communication line:

"But now that the abyssal spiritual energy has been destroyed, the form has been completely reversed.

Mr. Rhine.

If I keep following you.

Maybe I will forget what it feels like to be nervous in the future.”

Hear this sentence.

Su Wen smiled gently:

"If it would be troublesome for Miss Ashes from the Great Library to follow me.

I guess I will also get the attention of your group of great scholars."

"Isn't it pretty good?

Resigned from that dangerous post of night watchman.

Our big library is no worse than the Watchmen, the Astronomical Society, and the Border Affairs Bureau.

And even if I was alone before, I would totally accept it if I joined your action team.

Sir Captain."

She solicited straightforwardly.

Now Lendl is also a loner.

Since the death of Famir's mother, her former teacher.

Rendell also communicated with the ‘big scholars’ at the Bapst Art Library in Boston, the [Great Library], and became an actor in the independent sequence [Ashes].

Only perform special tasks.

Therefore, when she met Cruiser Trevicorn in the previous parliament, she just made some cold and sarcastic remarks, but did not take any substantive action.

certainly.

For Su Wen, this is probably something that is impossible to do.

after all.

The identity of Night Watchman was just made up when he communicated with Duke Reinhardt in front of the Westminster Parliament.

Rendell didn't wait for a reply.

But she was not disappointed at all.

After all, that was Mr. Rhine, who was known as the ‘legend’.

It is said that Zero Sum Game already hates him, but even so, he has never really caught any trace of him.

Think of this.

There was a playful yet seductive smile on the corner of her mouth.

Then it disappeared silently into the night.

The Iceberg Girl didn't know and didn't care about these episodes.

She walked quietly and slowly up the stone steps of the tower, until she reached a high point where she could just peek into the window of the cathedral.

Close combat is not an advantage for Jiang Menghan.

Long-range sniping is another combat advantage of the Ascension Lineage of the Moon and the Goddess of Hunting, besides [Space System-Reflection].

The girl tied up her long, silky hair.

Then he gently and silently put down the high-tech weapon box in his right hand.

[Highest authority military management authorization, gun user Sinon Olwes certified successfully]

[TAC-50 pre-overload energy flow has been completed]

[Current number of entries: 1]

The weapon box with data streamer and authentication scanning is slowly opened.

She held the latest McMillan TAC-50 in a standard posture with a cold dark blue light spot and locked firepower.

Later.

Iceberg Girl used [Extraordinary Characteristics: Mirror Star - Obscuration - Low Light Frequency Reflection (Level 3)] to completely cover up her traces.

At the same time, he silently raised the muzzle of his gun.

In the center of the sniper scope.

She has targeted the skinny old man 'Climdam' who drove away most of the bishops and Trevicorn

It's not time yet.

Be more patient.

She remained patient.

The mechanical riot swept everything, leaving most cultists with no time to worry about what happened to the infected bodies.

No one even noticed Crossan, who was disguised as a cultist.

She sat in the mechanical train that was shaking with faint lights and headed to the booth where the cultists were preparing for the sacrificial ceremony.

The survivors are also holding their breath among the infected people, and it's not time to get vaccinated yet.

The huge mechanical train of the royal city was broken into pieces and infiltrated by them.

now.

There are only two stops left to reach the destination.

The dark and roaring steam train stopped at the platform in the engineering area of ​​the inner city wall to the west of the royal city.

The cultists who did not realize that the passengers were being infiltrated rushed out of the platform.

They received an order from the Cardinal Archbishop and needed to immediately find out what happened in the stargazing room.

now.

Watching the group of black figures pouring out.

Crossan, who remained in disguise, silently retracted the scalpel that was hidden in her sleeve and exuded a silver metallic sheen.

She leaned on the armrest by the window and yawned slightly:

"I'm really not used to dealing with this kind of atmosphere wrapped in 'sleep'.

Even after just getting four hours of sleep, I still feel sleepy, as if I haven't slept for three or four days.

Really.

These bastards want to sleep so much that they might as well turn the altar into a huge velvet bed."

"Good suggestion.

If they are willing to put psychic properties into treating insomnia patients.

Maybe I can make some contribution to civilized society."

A handsome figure quietly appeared in the shadows shortly after the cultist disappeared.

Then he sat down next to her naturally and gracefully:

"How's the infiltration going?"

Hearing his voice, Crossan felt a little more relaxed.

"Okay."

The researcher lady said this and changed the armrest she was leaning on to the night watchman's shoulder:

"Emm, it's really comfortable to lean against a real person."

"That may just be your personal opinion, and the person being relied upon may not necessarily feel this way."

"Hello.

Being leaned on the shoulder by a beautiful girl, isn't it something that usually only happens in dreams?

Be very grateful to me."
To be continued...