The pollution of the warp will not disappear on its own, just as justice will not be enforced on its own - after fighting against the twisted shadows deep in the world for so many years, Vanna knows this very well.

If this church had been contaminated by the Warp, and the nuns on duty in the church had been defeated by the contamination, then the things that invaded here would never have perished on their own - considering the strange "remnant" of the nun in the main hall of the church and the weird atmosphere in the entire Sixth Block, the door of the underground cathedral obviously failed to stop the invaders here, so... where is the invading Warp force now?

Vanna raised the lantern in her hand, and the whale oil containing divine power burned quietly in the lamp. Wherever the light shone, everything in the underground temple came into her eyes. The marks of sharp blades and bullet ricochets all over the walls were like words engraved over and over again in a closed space and time, calmly telling her some secrets.

……Word?

Fanna frowned suddenly, and a flash of lightning seemed to flash in her heart.

If the nun who died in the underground temple had foreseen her fate when she closed the door, would she have tried to leave some record in some way to warn later investigators?

This is the proper response of a well-trained priest!

"Check this place again," she suddenly raised her head and shouted to the soldiers beside her, "All traces, sword cuts, bullet marks, bloodstains, everything - this sister may have left some kind of information before she died in battle!"

"yes!"

The guards acted quickly, each dispersing with a lantern in hand, and began a more detailed and targeted search in this underground temple that had already been checked once.

Of course, Vanna herself was not idle either. After realizing that the fallen nun might have left a message before her death, she returned to the place where she died, returned to the entrance of the underground temple, and carefully checked the ground and walls near the gate.

——She had just completely shattered the door of the temple, but she believed that there would be no information on the door, because the door of the temple was part of the exquisite seal, and the sacred symbol of the goddess was engraved on the door. Leaving marks on it would weaken the protection of the temple, and the nun would not do that.

The nun holding the sword was still lying quietly on the ground, and the blood that had not yet coagulated was slowly flowing under her.

Fanna squatted down beside the body and carefully examined the nun's whole body. Then, based on the angle at which the nun fell when she broke into the room, she speculated on her posture and position of death. She bent down at the most likely angle, pried open the nun's clenched hands, and checked the condition of the sword.

Suddenly, she stopped moving.

Vanna's eyes fell on the ground next to the nun.

There was a series of sword marks there, which at first glance looked like messy carvings, as if they were left on the ground by a dying person who held his sword unsteadily.

In the previous inspections, Vanna and her subordinates ignored these things, but this time, the young inquisitor finally realized that these seemingly messy scratches were actually some "messages" that were seriously deformed and then repeatedly carved several times.

"Here." She raised her head and shouted to the guards who were searching everywhere, then lowered her eyes and carefully distinguished the information from the sword marks.

After reading for a long time, she finally read a few words:

【1885】

It was just a string of numbers.

The guards had gathered and stood beside Vanna. They also identified the string of numbers from the sword marks. The short-bearded guard in the lead obviously did not understand the meaning of the string of characters. He looked at his superior in confusion: "Inquisitor, this string of numbers... Inquisitor?"

He saw the look of astonishment on Vanna's face - the latter's eyes widened the moment she saw the string of numbers, as if thunder had exploded in her heart, causing this judge who always appeared calm and composed in front of his subordinates to be unable to control his expression.

Vanna woke up to the shouts of her subordinates. She took a deep breath and felt her heart pounding. The memory of searching for information in the archives came back to her. She recalled the strange records of heresy, the archives from 1889 onwards, and the missing records from 1885...

All these memories finally focused on this underground sanctuary, on the messy sword marks before her eyes: 1885.

"It was 1885... She reminded us before she died that she actually died in 1885..."

Vanna muttered softly to herself, while the guards around her looked at each other. One of them frowned, "But why did she emphasize this?"

"To prove that she didn't die in 1889..." Vanna started talking subconsciously, but she suddenly realized it halfway through her words, and an expression of incomprehension appeared on her face. "Yes... Why did she emphasize this year... If she died in 1885, she would have no way of knowing that a disaster would happen in the city-state four years later..."

The young Inquisitor was confused. A large number of clues had emerged and seemed to be about to merge into one, but there was a huge gap in the middle, making it impossible for her to completely connect her thoughts.

If the numbers left by the nun were to indicate the year of her death, then this year must have a special meaning. This year contains the "warning" she wanted to convey, but... what kind of warning is it that has a "strong correlation" with the year 1885?

Did the nun see something before she died? Did she foresee that the 1885 record would disappear from the cathedral archives? Or did she know why it disappeared?

Unfortunately, the truth has disappeared over the years along with the cooling blood. The moment the door of the underground temple was closed, the secret known by the nun was destined to be unknown to anyone. The only thing she passed on to Vanna across time and space with her life was this string of incomprehensible numbers.

Vanna looked up and saw that the guards accompanying her were focusing their eyes on her. Some of them looked not only concerned but also cautiously observing.

"I went to the cathedral archives before," she said to her subordinates after organizing her thoughts. "In the archives, all the information about 1885 disappeared for some reason. Now it seems that this year is definitely..."

She stopped suddenly.

For some reason, the scenes of searching for information in the archives came to her mind again, as if another force was constantly reminding her to recall the memories of walking between the huge bookshelves. In between these memories, she suddenly heard the gentle sound of waves.

Vanna slowly opened her eyes.

She still couldn't recall anything other than looking up the archives on her own, but she had realized that something might be wrong with her memory of the archives—her spiritual gifts were warning her, and the Goddess was also warning her!

"Return to the cathedral," she suddenly said to her subordinates beside her, "I want to go to the archives!"

The guards looked at each other, not knowing why the Inquisitor was so nervous and serious, but they soon stopped hesitating and immediately obeyed the order.

Just as the guards were about to leave, one of them looked down at the ground next to him and suddenly exclaimed, "The words are disappearing!"

Fanna immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and a cluster of subtle green was reflected in her eyes.

Her breath hitched instantly.

On the ground, the marks carved by the nun before her death were gradually disappearing, just like pencil words on paper being erased by an eraser. And where the sword marks disappeared, there was a constant jumping of green flames that were so subtle that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye. These "sparks" came from nowhere, as if they had been spreading in a dimension imperceptible to the naked eye, and now suddenly appeared in the vision of real people.

Vanna was very familiar with these dark green sparks!

It was the owner of this flame who guided her to this church!

At this moment, endless guesses emerged in her mind, about the Lost Hometown, about the Ghost Captain, about the subspace and the number "1885", but all the guesses did not match.

No one could explain what role the ghost captain played, and Vanna couldn't understand why the other party's fire would erase the traces in front of her at this time, but she was very clear about one thing - it was not advisable to stay here for long, and she had to return to the cathedral immediately.

In the blink of an eye, the traces on the ground disappeared, and the green fire that came from nowhere gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Don't get close to this piece of land. Be careful that the fire is still spreading beyond the visible range," Vanna reminded her subordinates. "Evacuate this church now. Team 2 will stay outside the church, set up a blockade and wait for orders. The rest of you will follow me back to the cathedral."

The defenders said in unison: "Yes!"

Fanna nodded, then thought for a moment and ordered, "Also, notify the standby troops in the nearby blocks... block the entire Sixth Block."

Vanna led the guards through the main hall of the chapel.

One of the guards subconsciously glanced in the direction of the goddess statue and suddenly exclaimed: "The praying 'nun' is gone too!"