Day of Imprisonment

The two looked at the Memory Weaver walking towards them. Although they had confirmed each other's identities through the 【Skull Ring】, they still had to be cautious.

Because the Eternal Assembly wasn't a united front, it was divided into several factions and branches.

There were those who were indifferent to the world and simply enjoyed the life of the Imprisonment Day. These were called the 'Hedonist Faction'. Within the Eternal Assembly, there were quite a few Memory Weavers like this.

There was also the relatively extreme 'Theocracy Faction'. These two Memory Weavers were among them. They worshipped 'V4' as their god and followed its instructions. They were numerous, formed groups, and were extremely powerful.

Besides these, there was another faction called 'Blade'.

They were between the 'Hedonist Faction' and the 'Theocracy Faction'. They were neither indifferent to the world nor did they believe there was a god within the Imprisonment Day. However, their actions were similar to the 'Theocracy Faction'. As for their numbers, there weren't many.

But each one was very strong.

"Long live V4!" The person walking towards them suddenly said.

Instantly, the two Memory Weavers carrying blades breathed a sigh of relief and walked over cheerfully.

"Long live V4" was a slogan of the Theocracy Faction.

Only those within the faction knew it.

Clearly, this person was one of them.

"Brothers, we've already taken care of this area. You can go over there, or you can act with us." The two Memory Weavers walked over, but just as the two sides approached to within two meters, the Memory Weaver opposite them suddenly looked up and said, "Look, it's getting dark!"

The two on the other side were stunned and actually looked up.

To their horror, everything before them suddenly plunged into darkness, as if they had entered the night in an instant.

No.

In fact, it was more like blindness.

These two from the Theocracy Faction were also seasoned veterans, and they immediately realized there was a problem.

They immediately retreated in two different directions.

However, because they had lost their sight, they had no idea where they were retreating to.

One of them gripped the blade in his hand tightly. After retreating a few steps, he tried to rub his eyes, wanting to restore his vision.

However, all he saw was darkness.

Fortunately, he could still hear sounds.

At this moment, strange noises came from not far away, which made his heart skip a beat, and he shouted the name of his companion.

Unsurprisingly, there was no response.

As a veteran who had experienced countless battles, he knew very well that he had encountered an enemy, and the enemy's methods were extremely strange.

They could instantly take away his vision.

This in itself put him in an invincible position, and they had already attacked his companion.

Run!

In this situation, he had combat power, but he couldn't use it. He could only continue to retreat.

Perhaps after putting some distance between himself and the enemy, his vision would return.

He began to retreat quickly. In his memory, there was a road behind him with vehicles, but that wasn't a big problem, as long as he was careful.

This Memory Weaver retreated a distance based on feeling. Throughout the whole process, he gripped the hilt of his blade tightly. Any slight disturbance would make his heart skip a beat. From time to time, he would suddenly slash at the location where he imagined the enemy to be.

Of course, he couldn't hit anything.

Fear began to grow.

When the last straw of reason was completely bent, it would inevitably be full of flaws.

Death would follow.

First, he felt something bite off the finger with the ring on it, and then his neck was torn open by sharp teeth. Fear flowed out with the blood, and finally he fell to the ground.

On the street.

Because of the previous killings, people had run away, so it seemed deserted.

And a dozen meters away, two newly dead people were lying there.

It was the two Memory Weavers who had just committed the massacre.

On each of these two corpses, there was something lying on top, covering their eyes. The person who had walked over waved his hand, and these two things floated up in the wind, and the person grabbed them. Looking closely, they were actually two blood-stained paper figures.

Compared to the chaos outside, the teahouse by the window had a sense of leisure and tranquility.

At this time, several people were already sitting in chairs, watching the chaos on the street outside, drinking tea and chatting.

Interestingly, the people drinking tea were not the elderly. At least from the appearance, each one was younger than the last.

There was even one who was completely dressed as a middle school student.

But their expressions and actions were more mature than the last.

"'Sheath' is here, find a place to sit." The people drinking tea saw the Memory Weaver who came in, and no one got up, but greeted him very familiarly. Obviously, the latter was also a regular here.

The Memory Weaver who was called 'Sheath' also found an empty chair and sat down, took a small teacup from the tea table, then took the teapot and poured a cup, first smelled it, and then drank it all.

"The lunatics from the Theocracy are starting to cause trouble." After saying that, he poured another cup.

These people were all wearing two kinds of rings.

One was the card ring on the index finger of the right hand, and the other was the skull ring on the little finger.

They were also members of the Eternal Assembly.

"There's never a shortage of lunatics in the Eternal Assembly. I wouldn't be surprised at all if the Theocracy Faction did something like this today." After the young man opposite him finished speaking, he also poured himself a cup.

They drank tea, whoever wanted to drink poured it, there were no rules, and not so much attention to detail.

"I killed two on the way here." 'Sheath' told the story of what happened just now.

"'Edge' said when she left that if one day the people from the Theocracy suddenly cause trouble, it will be time for us to gather and take action." 'Sheath' said his thoughts and looked at the other people.

The young man sitting opposite him was 'Tip', the one next to him who looked a little more stable and dressed as an office worker was 'Hilt', and the female student dressed as a middle school student was 'Guard'.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" 'Sheath' frowned: "Although 'Edge' has been gone for a long time, we don't even know where she is, whether she still has her memories, but don't forget who we are, what is the meaning of our existence."

After saying that, he tapped the table with his finger and asked: "What are we? You tell me, what are we?"

The other three looked at each other, and the female student said: "We are blades, we will never forget this no matter how long it takes. However, we don't have many people, is it really necessary to take action against the lunatics from the Theocracy without orders? This does need to be considered."

"Afraid?" 'Sheath' narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Or are you planning to betray..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The middle-aged man interrupted: "What Guard said is also a real problem. 'Edge' is not here, she is our core. If we act rashly, no one can predict the final result. The Theocracy has a large number of people. Once we are targeted, it will be difficult for us to deal with them, and we are likely to be killed by their amnesiac attacks."

"Then you mean, if 'Edge' doesn't appear and doesn't give orders, we'll just watch and do nothing?" 'Sheath' snorted coldly, and said word by word: "Don't forget, we are 'Blade', Sheath, Hilt, Guard, Tip, Edge, the five of us together are Blade. 'Edge' said that the meaning of Blade is to deliver a key blow when needed. In my opinion, now is the crucial moment."