old dream

Chapter 334 Decoration on the chessboard
"Is it over?" Winter looked back into the distance, and said with a little regret:
"The lives of the five casters were wasted needlessly."

Winter, described as dead in the narrative device, now stands before Colin unharmed.

Outside the window is the street, the morning market is noisy and bustling, the queue in front of the bakery not far away has just disbanded, and people return disappointed.

If the curse-killing ceremony was aimed at this place, the civilian casualties would probably be in the triple digits.

But this scene did not happen.

At the moment when the curse killing started, Colin also looked towards the north of Danaro City, a relatively distant place.

There, the disaster has come quietly.

The ceremony did take effect, but the target was not Winter.

In fact, it was also because of this that Colin still came here after Rui's warning.

Because, if the entire ninth game is led in the wrong direction from the very beginning, and the whole process is played by someone, then everything will be like a farce, and Winter's side will be the safest place for Danalo location.

Because the authority's curse could fall anywhere but the correct answer.

"How long ago did you come to this room?" Colin turned around and asked Winter.

"Four days...or five days," Winter said:

"I found out the location of the accident in the local newspaper, and I came here for the first time after the police detectives lifted the blockade."

Winter had never even been in this room before.

"if so."

Colin continued to confirm his thoughts:
"A month ago, why did the narrative device find traces of your witchcraft here?"

"Who knows." Zar Winter smiled innocently:

"That's another matter that has nothing to do with me."

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During this month, everyone's attention was drawn to Zar Winter, but as a result, the person who was really manipulating the overall situation was ignored.

The most seemingly innocent victims.

From the scene of their death, the priests of the Woodlands forged traces that never existed.

Because the narrative device, which is unconditionally trusted by the authorities, has already been invaded.

This is a completely virtual terrorist attack, and it has achieved results that are difficult for any wizard in the world to achieve.

"what are you laughing at."

"Let me ask you, what are you laughing at—!"

Mammoth's voice suddenly turned from vague uneasiness to uncontrollable rage.He grabbed the woman by the collar and pressed her body hard on the steps.The dull impact sound was mixed with several crisp sounds. It was the ribs in the woman's body, and maybe even the spine was broken together.

She must not be able to survive, there was a gurgling sound in her throat, and pink blood foamed from her mouth.But after the severe pain was slightly numb, the woman's scarlet lips let out intermittent laughter again.

At the same time, there was a fierce pleasure in her eyes.

"Report……"

The second batch of spirit bodies have arrived at the target location along the ethernet, and reported the real effect of this curse to the narrative office.

"The last locked ether node, we only have its actual location now, and that location is..." The technician swallowed, and said the answer that he couldn't even imagine:
"That location is...the center of the Principality's Special High Court..."

"Are you sure?"

The reporter's voice was very soft, but almost everyone at the scene stood up and made an unbelievable noise.

"How dare he?!"

"If Winter went there, how could the ninth game not find it?!"

If the entire court is wiped out, the death of hundreds of judicial personnel will undoubtedly be another blow to the order of the Principality, which is already on the verge of collapse.

Someone began to re-check the output of the narrative device as if obsessed, hoping that something was wrong.Others pointed to maps on the wall and cursed hysterically.

The device operators of the Eucharist were even more trembling, because they knew that they and the religious group had already been suspected of being unable to clear up.

"Where's Winter?" Mammoth asked coldly, "Did you find Winter's body?"

"There are corpses everywhere in the courthouse...but people on the front line believe that Winter may not have appeared at all." The man said weakly:
"Because judging from the remaining traces, the target of our cursed killing is actually... the Supreme Judge."

And the sorcerer from Qingxingtian next to him is a left-behind theater staff.

At this time, the mammoth completely calmed down.He returned to the woman who was almost dying, and squatted down:

"who are you."

Mammoth asked in a low voice:

"You are not the teacher's person, nor are you a night citizen, but you know what the authorities think like the back of your hand."

It was she who was there in person, falsifying the information in the narrative device, and misleading the actions of the Curse Killing Troops.

But this is really just an ordinary woman, perhaps panting when climbing stairs, and even more helpless in front of the mammoth's arm.All members of the narrative office are directly recruited from Danaro's colleges and universities, and reliability is the most critical indicator. It is the core department for the authorities to control superhumans, and it will never tolerate members being infiltrated and bought.

"I... come from the Gaelu Woods, which is as dark as a book..." The woman said intermittently:

"It's the priest who buries human and animal bones, and breaks off golden branches for the holy oak... named Kane."

After seven molts, I have seven lives and seven masks.

Even after death, he can be reincarnated with a different identity.

Mammoth looked at the other's wriggling lips, and found that although the priest had a woman's face and voice, he was completely a man.Even, I had seen his corpse with my own eyes, it was one of the seven corpses, but I never really cared about them.

The Woodlanders, like the natives of the rest of the world, have never been a threat.In the struggle between princes and princes, alliances and empires, they are not even pawns, they can only be regarded as dispensable decorations on the chessboard.

But now, a woodland priest has turned everything in the principality upside down.

Obviously he has no power.

"Have you ever thought about it... everything is always recurring, just like the return of the four seasons." The priest said slowly, as if he had recovered his calm from the ecstasy, he closed his eyes, and only a smile remained on his face:
"What you want to do and what you have done to others will eventually be confirmed by yourself."

After saying this, the woman died by herself, but Kane also left here because of this.

But even Mammoth couldn't do anything about his departure.

Just like when facing death, no one can do anything.

　I got up late today, so I can only code at home.The efficiency at home is not high, so let’s start with 2000.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)