The cluster of shadows in the spiritual world receded, and the noisy noise and overwhelming malice that filled the entire space quickly dissipated.

Agatha raised her left hand and quietly "watched" the skinny heretic lying on the edge of the triangle area. The latter was curled up in pain on the ground. The black chain extending from his body had been broken. Dust rose from the broken chain, and it was weathering into sand one section at a time.

After the death of the symbiotic Deep Demon, this heretic's life will soon come to an end - but at least for now, he can still answer some questions.

Although Agatha didn't expect this stubborn heretic to really cooperate with her, she still walked over slowly and stopped at the edge of the triangle, looking down at the dying cultist.

"I'm surprised that you were able to completely erode and replace an infrastructure right under the nose of the church, and even replace all the priests," she said slowly, her voice seemed to be mixed with a low echo from the tomb, this dizzying sound could weaken the will and defense of most people, "How did you do it?"

The dying heretic struggled to raise his head, but only showed a hint of sneer. There was no fear on his skinny face. "Guess?"

Agatha was unmoved: "Your lair is in Frost City, right?"

"Ah..." The cultist's head trembled. He pushed himself up and lay on his back on the pale ground, facing Agatha's gaze. "Don't waste your time. It doesn't matter if you are in the Frost... You can't find it... When you find the sanctuary, it will be the day of our success, stupid priest..."

Agatha had no expression on her face. She just gently lifted her cane and placed the tip of it on the cultist's chest. "What exactly do you want to do? Use the so-called 'element' to pollute the city-state? Or do you want to replace the living people in the city-state with those 'fakes' that can't even maintain stability? What is your connection with the power in the deep sea? Is it related to the Abyss Project?"

A cluster of pale flames ignited at the end of the staff, burning the flesh and soul, bringing great pain to the cultist, causing him to twitch and tremble all over. However, this heretic who had already fallen into fanaticism just gritted his teeth and glared at the gatekeeper in front of him. Only a creepy and weird laugh came out from between his clicking teeth: "Ha...ha...the promised...is about to come...no one...no one can escape..."

Agatha finally frowned, she slowly raised her arm, and she lifted the cultist up into the air little by little with her cane. The pale flame burned the cultist's body, which had been twisted due to long-term symbiosis with the deep demon, making it like a piece of fluttering rag in the fire.

Her voice was cold, as if it was flowing in a grave: "One last question, you heretics... why can you say the name of the God of Death?"

In the pale flames, a smile slowly broke out on the face of the skinny cultist. He seemed particularly happy. When he saw the church's gatekeeper was confused by this question, even half of the pain brought by the "cremation" was eliminated.

"The Lord of the Deep has brought revelation... The directions of all faiths in the world are the same... Those of us who have received revelation have already crossed the so-called boundary... Gatekeeper, do you think there is really any difference between your god and the Lord of the Deep?"

Agatha's face changed instantly. The cultist in front of her actually compared the Lord of the Deep with the God of Death. Such blasphemous words made her furious. However, the cultist showed a last smile of relief as his body burned in the flames. He did not give her the chance to continue interrogating him. He breathed his last, and only a few remains of his body quickly turned into ashes.

"…The words of a madman are confusing and disorderly."

Agatha's face was gloomy and she slowly put down her cane. The anger in her heart was still there, but these emotions did not interfere with her normal thinking and judgment. After controlling her emotional ups and downs, she immediately began to think.

Apart from the other party's final remarks comparing the Lord of the Deep with the God of Death, this cultist who had been stubborn from beginning to end had actually revealed a lot of information that could be speculated.

They do have a "nest" in Frost City, and they call it a "sanctuary", which means that it is indeed a place for rituals, which is consistent with the currently known intelligence. The sanctuary is "hidden" in a special way, so it is extremely difficult to find. The other party just mentioned that when the sanctuary is found, it will be their success... Therefore, the hiding method of that place is likely related to the progress of their "ritual". The closer the ritual is to completion, the more obvious its hiding will be...

Is it because performing the ritual will inevitably leak out something? Or is it because exposing the sanctuary is an essential part of the ritual?

The cultist also mentioned a sentence, "The promised one is about to come", which may correspond to the ultimate "prophecy" in their belief system, that is, the power of the Lord of the Deep will subvert the real world, and the Deep Sea originally located deep in the world will become the new "reality" - those crazy Annihilation cultists have always regarded the Deep Sea as their promised land, there should be no doubt about this.

But how will this process be achieved? Just by continuously putting "elements" into the city-state? This is obviously not enough... Those "fakes" can hardly maintain their own stability for a long time, so how can they pollute the entire city-state?

Unless... those Annihilation Cultists have a way to stabilize the "fake" for a long time, they can create such an environment, or... transform the frost into such an environment...

Agatha frowned, quickly ended her thoughts, and looked up and around.

She was still in the spirit world, and everything around her was dimly illuminated by the pale light that came in from the cracks in the ceiling. Slight noises could be heard from all directions. Those insatiable spirit world shadows were stirring again - a feast could not keep them quiet for too long.

The young gatekeeper shook his head, raised his left hand, and put his eyeball back into its socket.

The faint noise around disappeared in an instant, and the space composed of dim light and shadow and black, white and gray regained color in the blink of an eye, and the breath of the real world came to the face.

Agatha breathed a sigh of relief and fished out the eye drops from her clothes, but suddenly, she stopped moving.

It was extremely quiet and deserted.

Agatha raised her head and looked around. She could not see the black-clad guards she had brought with her, nor could she see the sewage treatment center manager who had escaped earlier, nor could she see the three cultists and the ashes left behind by the dozen or so "fakes" -

Theoretically, she eliminated those cultists and "fakes" in the spiritual world, and their remains should have appeared in the real world at the same time.

The surroundings were so eerily quiet that one couldn't even sense any living beings nearby.

Agatha frowned tightly, and she rolled her eyes, trying to relieve the dryness in her eyeballs while carefully observing the environment, and then slowly walked towards the gate not far away.

The slightly rusty metal door had a gap, as if someone had left it open in a hurry.

With a creaking noise, the metal door was pushed open little by little.

Behind the door was a long corridor. The gas lamps in the corridor were burning quietly and brightly, but there was no sense of warmth and security that the light brought.

“Tick…tick…tick…”

The sound of the cane and heels hitting the ground echoed crisply and hollowly in the corridor, and Agatha walked slowly forward along the corridor.

The entire sewage treatment center was empty.

But there were no enemies in sight.

She walked straight through the factory area and came to the open space outside the factory.

The sky was gloomy, and chaotic, thick clouds covered the city. Only a little weak light was diffused between the clouds, barely allowing people to see that it was daytime. All the buildings in sight were shrouded in this dim skylight, and there was a cold, dead and eerie atmosphere lingering.

Agatha clearly remembered that it was a sunny day outside when she arrived at the sewage treatment center - the sun was high in the sky and there were no clouds in the city.

sun?

Agatha suddenly felt a little confused, and then this doubt expanded into a clear sense of tearing in her cognition. She suddenly realized something and raised her head again to observe the sky carefully.

There was only a chaotic glow of unknown origin in the sky, and no celestial body that could be called the "Sun" could be seen at all.

Agatha tried hard to recall what the "sun" looked like and the concept of "sun".

She could not recall, as if a thick veil covered her mind, making it impossible for her to remember what the "sun" in her memory looked like. But one thing was very clear - in this world, there should be something called "sun", which should hang high in the sky and emit light and heat to illuminate all things!

"...cognitive interference can affect the gatekeeper...it is of incredible intensity, and covers the entire environment..." Agatha whispered to herself. After a brief moment of surprise, she quickly calmed down and looked around again.

“It’s a foreign land.”