What you do is dirty work.

Amber actually knows this from a long time ago.

After understanding the mode of action of the Military Intelligence Bureau and understanding the basic concepts of "infiltration, destruction, intelligence" described by Gao Wen, she expected what kind of work this special department might engage in.

The Military Security Intelligence Agency, a comprehensive intelligence service that operates to maintain local security, but in many cases, local security needs to be maintained by the insecurity of the enemy, but not all confrontations can be placed on the table, those in The task under the counter is the task of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

For Cecil, the cause of justice is certainly not very just for the enemy. Sometimes you need to assassinate. Sometimes you need to poison. Sometimes you need to shake and split the inside of the enemy. Sometimes you need to steal and lurk. ... Of course, intelligence work may not always be so extremely dark. In many cases, the open information on the open side is also an important source of intelligence for the Military Intelligence Bureau, but when confronted with extreme situations, the work methods will inevitably become dark. .

But Amber doesn't care much about this, because the career she was originally engaged in seems to be nowhere to go...

On the contrary, she is very happy that one person can realize her talent and use her talents in the right place. Maybe she and her subordinates are not very bright, but at least, she can be sure that her actions will be given. More people bring peace and tranquility.

The Church of the Light on this land is a tumor. Since it is a tumor, it should be shoveled with a knife.

The tension in Lu’an City is on the verge of breaking out.

There are always a variety of rumors spreading across the city, and those who have accumulated tremendous pressure in hunger and panic seem to have lost their senses, forget the pressure of the extraordinary, and begin to talk in various dark corners. Terrible things, every night, every time the knights and soldiers who visited the town walked away, there were chilling whispers in the corners of the outer streets where the musty smells, and when the sun rises, the outer city In some corners, there are bold slogans that directly attack the cathedral, and even the heresy of the gods.

The church area sent a wave of inspecting teams. The monk with the holy emblem and the black robe even walked directly into the households, interrogated and even directly interrogated anyone suspected by them. People were suddenly taken home from home. Take away, when they are sent back, they are mostly dying, and they can return home without security, less than a third.

However, even though the knights and priests are struggling to stalk and patrol the streets and alleys, the limited manpower is almost less than one-third of the city.

Even within the church area, the situation is deteriorating, and the division of the underlying priests and priests has almost become an open reality. More and more chapel principals have begun to refuse to execute orders from the cathedral, and some of the priests questioned Franberry The authority of the temporary bishop, another part of the priest even began to doubt the eccentric words and deeds of the former Southland bishop Leymont before entering the Cecil, and began to spread the message that the Bishop of Leymont was tempted by the perpetrators, but the source was hidden in the fog.

With such tension and high pressure coexisting, more and more leaflets are constantly appearing in cities and even appearing in churches.

"The enemy has come in! Their destruction is almost crazy! The threat is beyond imagination!!"

In an emergency meeting of the priests, Franberry waved his arms and shouted with red eyes. The priest, known for his piety, stability and majesty, lost his usual calmness at this moment, facing the unheard of the Cecil. The way of destruction, his heart is full of anger.

"We have sent all the Knights of the Holy See, the monks and the exiled knights to the outer city, and collected a lot of flyers and heretics every day," said a priest. "We still..."

"It doesn't work!" Franberry interrupted the priest's words unceremoniously. "Those flyers... they appear faster than we burn!"

“The saboteurs lurk in the city, we must find a way to get them out,” a monk in a black robe stood up. He was the leader of all disciplined monks. “They are very good at hiding, mixed in the crowd, all Unfamiliar faces are doubtful..."

"Unfamiliar faces also include the exiled knights and nobles who came in, and their vassal followers," another priest stood up and interrupted the commander of the monk. "They are distributed in the current knight patrol and inner city church." In the district, are these people also going to check?"

The voice of the monk is like a cold winter: "It's all doubtful, maybe the enemy is mixed in between them and mixed into the city."

Franberry slammed the table: "We are in the middle of the conspiracy of the enemy. What they want is that we split."

The priests were in turmoil, and the gloomy and tense atmosphere was in the hall.

In an unbearable atmosphere of suffocation, Franberry finally spoke again.

"We can't let the situation worsen," the temporary bishop said with a gloomy face. As a superb with powerful power, he was finally fed up with the troubles of stupid, weak ordinary people." We must take action to shock everyone, go door-to-door, and bring all suspects to the square. I will use the great gods to detect their beliefs. All the shaken people must execute the fire! In addition, Bring the weak and swaying priests in the chapel area to the square and let them watch the sentence!"

There was a commotion in the hall. After a while, a priest stood up: "Bishop, are you sure you want to use so many gods to try so many people? It consumes a lot of money, and once it is used, I am afraid... I am afraid there will be a lot People are identified as being shaken by faith..."

The ordinary people themselves are not a firm devotee of faith. Even in the city of Luan, the civilians at the bottom are just ordinary believers. After such a long period of blockade, pressure, and panic, even the priests The beliefs are undergoing great tests, and the situation of those civilians will only be worse.

People who can be **** officials are not fools. Although they always hang their lips on the omnipotent words of the Holy Light, they are actually very clear to the people. In this bad situation, a big **** How many of the civilians who have been tested can maintain faith in piety?

However, Franberry has his own considerations, and the idea has been fixed: "We must do this. We must prove the power of the Lord before everyone, and characterize this thing: those who are shaken, smashing the church, smashing me and my predecessor. The bishops are all because the faith is shaken and the devil is tempted. They are people whose beliefs have been shaken, so they are talking about madness and madness, which is totally unbelievable."

When I heard the bishop's words, the priests in the hall couldn't help but nod in thought.

In the event that the situation gradually loses control, several targets are put down, all the unrest factors are attributed to them, and then they are characterized by reasons such as heresy, unbelief, madness, and then burned. It is the most effective solution in this situation.

At the very least, in the past years, the effect of this "heretical trial" has not been adverse.

"Go to the city, the highest martial law, tell everyone that their bishop will conduct a heresy trial in the square," Franberry stood up, his eyes swept through the hall, and confirmed that no one had objected, " Don't hide the news of God's words. On the contrary, we must emphasize the effect of it. We must let those who are lurking in to panic, but also let the people who are about to be judged shake their hearts. The more they shake, the more they start. It’s easier to be identified as heresy, and we’re better off blaming everything on their heads.”

The priests exchanged their sights and then bowed their heads in front of Franberry.

The news quickly spread from the cathedral and began to spread to the chapel area and the outer city.

In an underground facility in the chapel area, a tall, thin priest wears a gray linen gown that is only worn when he is punished, walking barefoot on a cold stone road.

The monk in the black robe walked silently beside the priest.

A faint sound came from above, sounding like the sound of many people walking around, and the sound of suspected propaganda commands.

The priest wearing a linen robe couldn't help but stop, listening to it with a slight ear, and then looked up after a moment: "Alcott, what is that movement?"

The disciples monk replied indifferently: "It should be a notice of a heresy trial. Don't think too much, you can't intervene in this matter."

The sergeant wearing a burlap robe opened his eyes slightly. After a while, he whispered in a voice like a self-speaking voice: "In this situation, there is still a heresy trial... No way, no way to go... Alcott, you..."

The disciples monk interrupted the priest's words: "Save some strength, this is controlled by the cathedral."

The priest wearing a linen robe stunned and fell into a sudden silence.

After a long silence, he looked up and looked at the dark and gloomy ramp ahead. The cold corridor of the underground facility stretched in his sight, disappearing into the darkness all the way, and in the darkness ahead, several others were the same. The disciplinary priests in the ash-gray robes are walking forward under the supervision of the monks.

The dark road is like the future of the city, sliding to the dark.

......

In the temporary position of the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau, all the action members gathered together, and Amber looked at the men in front of him and showed a happy smile on his face.

"The 'hereous trial' is finally here. I thought they didn't plan to use it. This thing has always been their masterpiece, and it can be a long time for the **** stick to endure for so long."

A clerk said: "The situation has deteriorated to this way. They will definitely use 'hereous trials' to 'maintain order', and they must have realized their existence. Most of the trials also hope to catch us. Let's go."

"Just take the rice bucket... If you are caught, I will deduct your 80-year salary!" Amber licked his mouth, then bent down and put a cloth bag on his foot to the bag on the table. Some metal things were put on, and they slammed on the table.

In the curious gaze of the men, Amber opened the bag and took out the contents.

It is a piece of combined, packaged rune base, and is a very small special model.

Amber distributes these rune substrates to their subordinates: "Get it, one person, hide and hide."

A member of the team couldn't help but curious: "Header... What are these?"

"The good thing about the hair is the St. Light Resonance node, part of the White Knight's equipment, but after special design, it can be taken out of the White Knight armor and run alone," Amber said as he stuffed his substrate into his pocket. "With it, you don't have to worry about the so-called 'heretical trial'."

The team members are amazed: "So powerful?"

"Of course it's amazing. In fact, it can even make you feel like a devout saint who is influenced by the 'trial spells' like 'big gods'. It's not so exaggerated, but it can definitely I grabbed the Franberry, "Amber said, and he showed a disdainful look. "The guy is known as the bishop, but it is the temporary selection of Leymont and the high-ranking superiors who died. Half-hanging, I wonder if the guy can fully support a big god."

After that, the half-elves suddenly showed a sly smile on their faces: "And... these resonance nodes still have some small functions, and the time will definitely make the gods stick surprise."

Seeing the curious and expectant eyes of the subordinates, Amber’s mentality was greatly satisfied: now she can finally realize that Gao Wenping often takes out a very powerful idea and harvests a circle of horror. It is.

However, she did not immerse herself in this feeling for too long, nor did she continue to work with the team members to know how the props they are equipped to play. This is the key to ensuring the success of the mission, so after a little bit of sorrow She began to seriously explain the effects of those holy light resonance nodes...

At the same time, on a high ground outside Lu’an City, Philip, who was responsible for monitoring the situation in Lu’an City and performing the blockade mission, came to the Byron Knight who transported the support materials.

"The gang of gods in Lu'an City is about to get out of the way," Byron, who was quite arrogant, said to Philip, "I brought in weapons to fight them."

"Weapons?" Philip, who performed the blockade task, looked at the material carriages brought by the old partner with some curiosity. "Isn't that the direct attack on Lu'an City?"

"Of course we won't attack." Byron opened his mouth and seemed to want to reveal a mysterious smile, but in fact he laughed like a successful orangutan who stole a banana. When he saw his partner revealing this smile, Philip knew. It was the task assigned by the lord that coincided with the bad water in the belly of this old fritter.

He did not ask, because he knew that the old fritters in front of him could not help.

"We brought in 100,000 leaflets," and sure enough, Byron barely insisted on speaking for a few seconds, "plugged in the shells."