Chapter 363 Soul Furnace

At the edge of the collapsed ruins, several black shadows stood still.

Their eyes hidden under the black hoods silently swept across the entire battlefield, with some doubt in their eyes.

Several teams of executive officers in twos and threes came. They were extremely sensitive to the smell of demons and they all sensed the high-dimensional space fluctuations from a very far distance.

They tried their best to rush to the place where the fluctuations came from, but found that the scene had become quiet.

There were only messes all over the ground and ordinary people fainted on the ground, so they couldn't help whispering to each other and expressing their own opinions.

"What a big movement..."

"I smelled an extremely strong smell of demons before, but why is it gone now?"

"The demons have definitely been here, and I can still sense the traces of the remaining high-dimensional space fluctuations."

"Has it hidden?"

Not all demons are fanatical warlike lunatics. The demons of the "conspiracy" series, including their believers and voters, are extremely good at disguising themselves. Unless they take the initiative to do things and leave clues, it is difficult for them to be discovered by their executives.

As Nova left, the effects of her psychic energy were gradually losing their effectiveness.

The ordinary people lying on the ground were gradually waking up, but not completely.

A thick blood light bloomed in the eyes of one of the ordinary people who woke up. He had just woken up from a coma and instantly entered a state of madness like a demon. He picked up an irregular stone at hand and raised it high to smash it down when he sensed the breath of life around him.

Even if the opponent could not resist, the simple bloody killing was enough to make him feel sincerely satisfied.

Not every believer can completely abide by the "glory" of war like the demons of the war main system. Those who tend to recognize one or two points are also included in the overall planning of "war".

However, he obviously couldn't get what he wanted.

"Pah!"

The bloody broken palm fell with the stone in his hand, and blood sprayed...

The fanatical killing intent controlled the man's mind, so that the pain of the broken palm was nothing to him.

A pair of slightly scarlet eyes suddenly looked in the direction of the attack. The man casually grabbed the most convenient stone at hand and raised it high and rushed towards the executive who launched the attack.

The higher his resistance to psychic energy, the earlier he woke up.

However, since he spontaneously recognized the "rules" of the devil and took the initiative to embrace them, the more talented people in this regard often mean greater trouble.

But for these experienced and powerful veteran executives, it is still far behind.

"Puff!"

An invisible wave flashed by, and the head exploded like a watermelon in an instant.

The headless corpse stood in place, still holding the bloody stone in one hand, and fell to the ground with a "plop" after a while.

The waking man was just a prelude. As time passed, more and more figures gradually woke up from their comas.

Not many people fell into a violent state directly. Most of them just shrank rationally in the strange atmosphere of people being shot in the head from time to time around them after they woke up, wanting to observe the situation clearly and figure out why they appeared in this strange place unknowingly...

The cold-faced executive easily dealt with the ordinary people who fell into the state of demonic possession, and turned to discuss with his fellow executives beside him: "These people have been deeply corrupted and are no longer saved."

His companions did not take action, but just observed the details of those ordinary people and their number. "Being able to affect so many people invisibly, the demons that appeared this time may be of a high level..."

"But why are these people dizzy?"

Demons themselves would not do such a thing. For these intelligent creatures attracted by them, they would only be transformed into evil slaves by them, and would not retain the current state of at least being human.

And looking at the distribution of these people...did an outsider forcefully and instantly stun all of them?

Ordinary physical means can kill instantly, but there is no way to stun without hurting, unless it is...psychic power

Did the executive officers who arrived first take action?

The executive officer who realized this looked at another group of executive officers not far away, "You seem to have arrived before us?"

Most executive officers are lone wolves. Apart from their companions, they have almost no communication with other executive officers. Therefore, they must have their own opinions. When encountering anything, their first reaction is always to rely on their own observations to judge the beginning and end of an event.

Only when there is a gap in information will they consider seeking help from others.

The executive officer who was asked shook his head and directed his eyes in another direction, "They are one step ahead of me."

"I am not the first to arrive. When I came, I saw the little girl standing there."

The executive officers wandered around and often did not meet each other. When they met, they could only use the marks on their clothes or some special spiritual perception as proof of identity.

More often, even if they passed by each other, they might not know each other's identity.

Not everyone knew Franka, but at this time, all the executive officers who came later cast their eyes on her, waiting to learn more about the demon from her.

Facing the gazes of her colleagues, Franka shook her head slightly, "I'm not the first one to get here."

Many executives showed obvious disappointment in their eyes.

"But I witnessed almost the entire process of the incident."

"..."

"What!"

"Where is the devil!" An executive officer immediately asked what he was most concerned about.

Although they did not seem to be impatient, any panic operation before locking the target would have side effects.

Only when they heard the exact relevant news at this moment did they become anxious instantly.

Every lurking devil is a big problem. The longer it lurks, the greater the harm!

Is this little girl still interning? Why is she not panicking at all?

"It has been destroyed."

"..."

"..."

"Ah?" An executive officer opened his mouth wide and made a puzzled sound.

Franka spoke calmly, "Just now, the original arena here successfully sublimated into a higher dimension through the fighting spirits and blood gathered over the years. A human in the arena successfully became a demon prince..."

"Hiss~"

"Demon prince!"

"It seems that only a demon of that level can make such a noise."

Just the spontaneous noise generated by the invasion of the material world at the beginning can attract such a large range and so many ordinary people to come to "audience", which is indeed not something that ordinary demons can do.

Although they may not be familiar with this arena, they have a basic observation of the surrounding terrain on the way here. The nearest human gathering place is several kilometers away. If the distortion is not large enough, it will never attract such a dark circle of "believers" to come spontaneously at night.

"How did you solve it?"

"Did you kill her?"

The impatient executive looked up and down at the young colleague who did not seem to have a strong aura, and began to wonder whether he should change his attitude when talking to her.

Those who can't see through may be some rare monsters.

"A... stranger." Franka's eyes were slightly lost, as if she was lost in memories.

"..."

"..."

"Ah?" An executive officer opened his mouth wide and made a puzzled sound.

"I don't know him... There were several people traveling with them. One person knocked out everyone present, and another person killed the demon prince alone. It was too dark, and they were all wearing disguises, so I couldn't see." Franka's tone was soft, and she seemed a little regretful.

She didn't want to bring any trouble to Bai'e because of the trivial matters in the office.

The other party trusted her, so she couldn't live up to this trust. Bai'e's identity might be told, but it must be told to those who she trusted, not to anyone.

The arbitration office has no style, but every executive has one. Franka can't guarantee that every executive who hears this news can control his curiosity or some strange rules and not trouble Bai'e.

"..."

"..."

The executive officer who sounded like a fairy tale but had some truth in his words immediately asked angrily, "So you came the earliest, but you just watched the show?"

As executive officers, they question everything.

Even if what Franca said might be true and perfectly matched what they had observed.

But such a statement without any evidence always made people feel uncomfortable.

Who knew if this colleague had been corrupted by the devil and made up a lie to deceive them in order to help the devil hide his tracks?

Franka frowned slightly, and her eyes showed some fierceness, which made the other party's heart jump, but she still asked coldly, "Show me the evidence!"

"The other party is a demon prince of the war system. Even if we rush to the scene together, how sure can we take him down? Facing an opponent of that level, what do you think I can do? Yes, I am not capable of doing anything. I can only help the mysterious master clean up a few bloodletting vampires summoned by ordinary people who were originally here when he faced the demon prince alone."

"She doesn't seem to be lying..."

The more rational and calm executive analysis has been paying close attention to Franka with spiritual perception. The feedback from spiritual energy proves the truth of Franka's words... The premise is that the other party's attainments in this area are not much higher than his own.

"The remaining breath does smell like a demon of the war system."

As we all know, there is no such thing as avoiding war and hiding in the authority of demons of the war system.

Humans can abandon their own persistence, but demons will never betray their core.

Humans will only be more flexible without a bottom line, and demons will lose their power without a bottom line...even lose their will and form.

So...

"Who are the mysterious masters you are talking about?"

"What is their purpose?"

Anything related to the devil must be taken seriously, and the warriors fighting against the devil may become the devil's minions at any time.

Be alert to everything that can be alerted, and be careful of everything that must be careful.

'This is why I can't tell you clearly...'

There are always persistent executives who want to eliminate any risks, but the risks will never come from him.

Anyone in the world may fall into the arms of the devil one day, but it seems that only he will never do so.

Absolutely...never!

This is an inexplicable trust.

Franka looked at the person who asked the question with a sarcastic smile, "So why do you think I can spy on the identity of a master who can single-handedly kill the war demon prince?"

War-type demons are recognized as having the strongest combat power. The ability to single-handedly kill the demon princes of this type is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The executive officer's face turned cold when he was suddenly retorted, but he really had nothing to say.

"But at least there are some specific details?" A rational and calm executive came out to smooth things over, "We are all curious."

Franka nodded, and then began to extract the elements from memory in a calm tone, "He used a silver iron rod, but it seemed to be an ordinary mortal object, and it only became transformed with the blessing of his spiritual energy. Huge and indestructible..."

"It looks real..."

"There really is someone who can kill the war-type demon prince alone..."

The executives looked at each other. There were so many details in Franka's supplementary content that they might not be able to compile it so perfectly even if they wanted to.

And with the psychic monitoring of many of them, it is not easy to compile such a level of lies.

Everything seems to be true...

Then wordless horror arose in my heart. How powerful must it be to be able to kill the war-type demon prince alone?

["Lucky Blow" charge +16. 】

Seeing that her "fooling" was considered a pass, Franka didn't want them to continue to focus on this matter. She looked around. During the process of speaking just now, some ordinary people who woke up and were completely bewitched from time to time. They lost their minds and attacked others regardless of friend or foe. While listening to themselves, the executives did not forget to deal with those who had gone crazy.

"Instead of caring about the mysterious master who at least stands on the side of humans and fights against demons, it is better to consider how to deal with these people in front of us."

"They..." There was an executive who glanced at them without any emotion in his eyes. These scumbags who had resigned themselves to depravity did not deserve too much attention.

"Just burn it."

"Yes, these people are hopeless."

No matter how benevolent the executive is, he knows that these ordinary people who have had close contact with the invasion point of high-dimensional space have no room to turn around.

"Apply." Someone suggested.

"Apply." Someone agreed.

"agree."

There was no doubt and a unanimous opinion was easily reached.

"I'll initiate the application." One of the executives, who looked calm and even somewhat honest, took the initiative to take over the responsibility.

As some kind of wave initiated by spiritual energy was transmitted into the void, and the authority from the headquarters of the Arbitration Office passed, a vaguely invisible bronze tripod-shaped creation mixed with spiritual energy and technological atmosphere descended on the entire ruined site out of thin air. , all ordinary people who wake up from a coma are shrouded in it.

These ignorant people looked curiously at the semi-illusory things coming out of the void in front of them, completely unaware of the fate that awaited them next.

All the executives looked up at the huge creation, and together they used their thoughts to output spiritual energy.

As the spiritual energy of these executives merged together, the bronze tripod-like creation became more solid, and finally fully revealed its mysterious form.

When the fire begins to burn, all the will of the creatures is turned into firewood, and finally condensed into the exact substance that can be used by humans.