Shadow Apostle

“Tu tu tu tu tu…”

The red light from the boiler illuminated the night, and the acrid black smoke radiated around along with billowing heat waves.

Thick white mist spread outward from the gaps in the machine.

In the boiling water tank, steam bursts out crazily, pushing the piston to run at high speed.

Amidst the repeated roar of the air pump, the eight wheels rotated rapidly, pushing a huge steel monster, accompanied by billowing black smoke, crushing the silvery white and crimson moonlight, and drove into the iris area.

The front of the car, which is not much smaller than a train, carries a black-smoking boiler on its side, and drags a long metal carriage behind it. The whole thing looks like a ferocious metal monster.

The metal monster was surrounded by more than a dozen large and small carriages. The cars and carriages formed a convoy and rushed to a direction with noisy people in the distance.

Iris District, Viscount Star's Mansion.

The dust in the sky had long since dispersed, revealing the half-collapsed Viscount Mansion.

"laugh."

The metal monster stopped at the door of the Viscount's Mansion.

With a sharp sound of deflation, thick steam spurted out from both sides of the carriage, and then slowly spread out in three directions: left, right, and rear.

The workers who had been waiting nearby immediately swarmed forward and rushed into the unfolded carriage.

Not long after, tools of all sizes were taken out from the carriage and carried into the courtyard of the Viscount's Mansion while shouting slogans.

The yard is busy now.

A large group of blue uniforms from the Hall of Justice were surrounding the Viscount's Palace, driving away all the bystanders who were doing good things.

In the courtyard of the mansion, dozens of workers in coarse uniforms were busy inside and outside the disaster scene.

In the courtyard, there were many richly dressed upper-class people gathered, but at this time everyone was covered in dirty clothes and some of them were crying incessantly.

Everyone is surrounded by many servants, but these servants are neatly dressed and cannot be seen to be affected.

"Make way, make way, quickly, quickly."

Several people in white robes ran out of the ruins of the building carrying a stretcher. The injured person wearing a maid's uniform on the stretcher was covered in blood and moaning in pain. The people in white robes were carrying him to the garden. Inside the white tent.

"Give up, hurry up, she can't hold it anymore." Several people in white robes have tried to speed up, but in the chaotic courtyard with people coming and going, they can't run at all. "The person is already dying, get out of the way quickly, church As for the awakened ones, why haven’t any of them arrived?”

"Characteristics, compassion." A slender hand stretched out from the crowd and placed it on the injured person whose face was covered with blood. "Your injury and your pain will be shared by you and me."

With the touch of the hand, the pain on the injured person's face was obviously relieved, and even his breathing became much calmer. The man in white robe carrying the stretcher looked over at the sound and immediately let out a cry of surprise.

"Miss Jessica, why did you come out again? You should rest in the tent."

"hurry up."

Miss Jessica Berndt's head and left hand were wrapped with gauze at this time, and she was obviously limping when walking, but she still followed the stretcher closely, showing a faint smile, and holding the maid on the stretcher with one hand. , urging urgently:

"What happened to her?"

"The broken pillar penetrated her abdominal cavity, and she pulled it out by herself while struggling."

"Hey, hurry up, Mr. Horst, you..."

Before Jessica could finish speaking, Horst had already helped push away the workers who were blocking the way and cleared a path for the stretcher.

Horst couldn't see any wounds, even his clothes and hat were intact, but his face was quite gloomy at this time, and he seemed particularly nervous.

But even so, he still escorted the stretcher and sent it to the white tent.

An hour ago, there was a shaking underground in the Viscount Mansion, and part of the building collapsed.

More than half of the noble families in Mingyue City were affected.

Horst and Jessica were not seriously injured due to their physical strength.

However, many of the nobles and servants in the mansion were affected by the collapsed building, and their casualties are unknown.

Ten minutes later, all city functional departments entered a state of emergency. The Hall of Justice, the Hall of Craftsmen, and the Hall of Architecture were dispatched at the same time, and hundreds of people rushed to the scene of the accident.

Even the rarely seen steam trucks were brought out.

Suddenly, the city was full of urgent alarm bells, and there was an endless stream of speeding official carriages.

Twenty minutes later, employees from the Craftsman's Hall and the Architecture Hall joined forces to start the rescue. Twenty-five minutes later, the believers of the Lord of Suffering at Mingyue City Central Hospital completed the setting up of the first aid station and began to receive and treat the injured.

Fifty minutes later, the two directors of the Hall of Justice and the Hall of Craftsmen were openly interviewed by reporters outside the Viscount Palace. The whole process was orderly and efficient. Even Horst, a time traveler, was amazed and felt that he had underestimated this. The world’s emergency response capabilities.

But he didn't know why an old building in the Princess District collapsed last time, with more than forty people trapped underneath, but he didn't see a few rescuers all day long.

Maybe I just didn't have time that day.

"A gas leak and explosion is a standard tragedy caused by aging pipelines."

"There happens to be an abandoned sewer underground here, and the pipes inside are also connected to the gas network. This explosion was caused by their aging."

"There is absolutely no human factor. Your Excellency the Lord and His Majesty Rudolf are so loved by others. Every citizen of Mingyue City absolutely supports the authority of Your Excellency the Lord. Princess Sophia will never do such a thing when she is about to visit. Come."

"Accident, this is definitely an accident. It has nothing to do with the Principality of Novikins. Our two countries are peace-loving countries, and conflicts will never break out. Having said that it has nothing to do with neighboring countries, you must be responsible if you continue to ask random questions. You... …”

"What kind of cultists? There are no cultists in Mingyue City."

"We attach great importance to the collapse of the old building in the Princess District. Marquis Wein even personally prayed for the forty-four people who died. Every department is working hard, and there is absolutely no chance that a rescue team will not show up for a whole day. This is Ask a malicious question, guard, kick him out."

The two directors outside answered with sonorous and forceful voices, but the rescue work inside was also quite tense.

The Church of the Tribulation is now seriously short of medical personnel, and in the end even Jessica, who was injured, had to go up.

And it’s still the main force.

"Put her here and tell Mr. Corey that I will deal with this person and he can just treat the next one."

Jessica's hands were always on the maid, her forehead was covered with sweat, and her face was pale from the pain, but she still whispered to the four men in white robes:

"Give me a forty-to-one solution of gray grass pollen, rock crystals, and fire ant acid to disinfect this place. Hurry up, the patient won't last long."

After giving all the instructions, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at Horst: "Are you okay, Mr. Horst? Your face doesn't look good."

"It's nothing, I just remembered some bad memories, um, things from my childhood. Don't worry about me, save people first." Horst said with some admiration in his eyes, "I'll go take a look at the carriage... Be back in a minute."

"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Horst."

Miss Berndt didn't care to say any more. She took the watering can handed over by the man in white robe and started spraying it on her body.

Horst nodded, quietly retreated, passed through the busy group of craftsmen, and appeared next to the Berndt family's carriage. The coachmen were all gathered together, and there was no one here at this time.

After looking around to make sure no one was there, Horst opened the carriage door. In the carriage, little Minnie was huddled in a ball, staring blankly at the silver moon outside the window.

Hearing the sound of the door, the little mouse trembled all over and huddled in the corner. It wasn't until she saw that the person at the door was Horst that she showed a relaxed expression.

"Big brother……"

"Don't be afraid, Miss Minnie." Horst put away the depression of witnessing the disaster again, touched his pocket for the address left by Liswin White, and comforted him softly, "Just wait here for a while, I will take you there tomorrow. Go to an expert and ask him what can be done to restore you."

"Do I still have a chance to become a human? Big brother." The little mouse's voice became smaller and smaller, and his head hung lower and lower.

"Don't worry, big brother is thinking of a solution, isn't he? Just wait here and don't run around."

He leaned in and rubbed the little mouse's head. This mysterious contact still made Horst see strange things in front of his eyes.

But he didn't show anything strange, smiled comfortingly, exited the car, and closed the door tightly.

As soon as he turned his head, the smile on his face disappeared.

He and Jessica had taken the time to discuss Minnie's matter just now. According to Jessica's guess, the little mouse had been corrupted by Tsatogua's will and completed most of the process of transforming into the evil god's descendant Wormis, but his consciousness fell into madness. Escaped before.

It means that she has become half a mythical creature, and trying to reverse it is tantamount to a fairy tale.

But looking at the timid look in the little mouse's eyes, Horst still didn't tell her the truth.

What if a miracle happens?

In the mysterious world, there will never be a shortage of miracles.

It's just that there's a price to pay.

Sighing, Horst looked at the crowd around him. The people who came to the Hall of Justice were all ordinary policemen. The Awakened Ones who were subordinate to the Catcher in the Rye did not show up.

Do you really think this is a gas pipe explosion? They can't be so stupid.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw two people appearing outside the gate of the garden of the Viscount Mansion.

The man in blue uniform at the door came up and asked a few questions before letting them in.

Both were wearing black windbreakers and carrying the same oversized backpack on their backs, which were bulging like they contained two large jars.

Each man held a rifle in his hand, with a can protruding from the rifle, which he reached behind him and into his backpack.

As soon as the two came in, they happened to see Horst opposite.

They were obviously stunned, and then walked towards Horst.

Horst frowned and did not leave. He just watched them approaching from a distance, but he was secretly wary. The attire of these two people did not look like ordinary people at first glance.

"Horst Drom?" As soon as he got closer, one of them asked coldly.

"Yes." Horst narrowed his eyes, "Who are you?"

"We are the punishers of the Justice Church's special response force, and we have been ordered to come to you."

Their voices were equally cold, with no emotion at all.

"Excuse me, what do you want from me?"

Horst moved sideways calmly, stepping on the shadow on the ground, ready to escape into the shadow at any time, but...

"I have been ordered to accept your assignment, please give the order."

"ha?"