Surely it's not like they really didn't do any investigation at all?

Not really....

Faga's lips twitched, and his expression turned strange.

Lykan pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "Hols, let's leave the pleasantries for later. Let's get down to business and see what we need to do?"

"Oh, I just remembered... Come here."

Hols scratched his head, then coughed and turned to walk away.

Everyone silently watched the direction he walked towards, where there happened to be a large glass jar filled with high concentrations of formalin, used to preserve the body of a half-crippled ghost.

"Is this the beast sent by the vampire clan to hunt you down back then?"

Ellen tilted her head, looking at the strangely shaped demon inside with a hint of doubt, and said in confusion, "But I remember that demon was buried in the monument."

“Of course not.” Hols shook his head, sighed, and walked back to the glass tank. “I didn’t have time to retrieve that beast back then. What you see now is just a poor imitation. I don’t have the ability to create it completely… Take a look at this.”

Soon, Hols picked up a stack of bound manuscripts from the desk next to the glass tank and weighed them in his hand.

At Faga's instruction, he immediately took the book and, after receiving a nod of approval from Hols, began to turn the page.

Ellen and Lina immediately surrounded him, one holding onto Faga's arm and the other hovering behind Faga's head.

As the manuscript was flipped open with a rustling sound, lines of text flashed rapidly between the three men's eyes. They seemed to see a period of time, an old man who left his hometown and worked hard for a persistent belief.

Suddenly, Fagga, who was turning the pages of the manuscript, paused, his brows furrowing deeply.

The first half of the manuscript was dedicated to analyzing the abilities and structure of the demons, speculating on what kind of materials and code could be used to create them.

Fagga only glanced at this passage briefly, as it wasn't of much use to him.

After all, he himself had eaten the second sacrificial demon that had merged with Kunmutu, and Fajia knew all too well what abilities the sacrificial demon possessed.

But what Fagga saw next was shocking; even his fingers twitched involuntarily.

Suddenly, the handwritten words on the manuscript paper became flamboyant and elegant, revealing Holmes' excitement in every line. Even the accompanying illustrations were crooked, emphasizing his individuality.

And at the very top of that manuscript paper, it was clearly written: Destroyer of the Beasts!

"This is..."

Fagar subconsciously looked up at Hols, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down like an olive, and his voice trembling involuntarily.

It was precisely because of the existence of the sacrificial demons that Fagga understood even more clearly just how difficult it was to kill such creatures.

Take, for example, the monster that once stood in Memorial Square.

It had been buried under the rubble for so many years, yet it came out still full of life.

Once it finds a source of etheric creation to merge with, it becomes energetic again, and even Fagar himself has to put in some effort to deal with it.

Throughout the entire New Elidu, how many agents can reach the level of Fagar in terms of combat power!

Unexpectedly, I was able to see a reagent today that could successfully destroy the demons!

Hols looked around proudly, thoroughly enjoying the astonished gazes of the crowd, and said with pride, "That's right, although I couldn't completely create the Beast Demon, in the process of creating it, I discovered a way to destroy it!"

"The beast's body has a very high defense, capable of withstanding the rapid impact of a hundred-ton object; its attack is slightly weaker, but as long as it is integrated with Ether technology, that will not be a problem."

"From this perspective, the only flaw of the beast lies in its fusion with the ether technology. As we all know, once ether is fused, its weaknesses are mostly related to ether."

At this point, Hols turned around, opened the drawer of the desk in front of him, and took out a pistol and a bullet.

"This is a regular homemade pistol, which can be bought from the rebels. The key is the bullets."

Hols picked up the bullet, weighed it in his hand, and threw it at Lykan without hesitation.