Li Ya is the team leader in charge of night duty today.
Upon hearing the director's words over the walkie-talkie, he felt as if he had been granted a pardon.
He turned and went out, saying to the crowd that had gathered, "Please go back and wait for news. We will send people out to search immediately."
As everyone watched Li Ya begin to assemble the group, the noise gradually subsided and finally quieted down.
The family members made way for them to leave.
Some family members went home to wait for news, while others waited for news directly at the police station.
Li Ya led his group of about thirty people into the police station's private off-road vehicle and drove out of the city.
Thanks to the transport team, everything in the city was running smoothly.
Most of the corpses outside the city have been cleared, and several main roads have been opened up for vehicles to pass through.
Although it was already late, people were still carrying the corpses of monsters onto trucks outside the city; those were the vehicles of the second transport team.
The World Society currently has two transport teams. According to the original plan, once the first transport team returned, the second team would continue to transport goods, and so on.
The first team hasn't returned, which has paralyzed the entire transport operation.
The transportation supervisor didn't offer any explanation, leaving the second transportation team in a dilemma – whether to stay or leave, or to leave. The vehicles, loaded with monster corpses, were stuck in place, anxiously waiting.
Seeing this scene through the car window, Li Ya's expression turned serious as he instructed the driver to speed up.
The first transport team must have encountered an accident. Who could their opponent be?
As the captain's vehicle accelerated, the other drivers also sped up, and the five vehicles quickly disappeared into the wasteland.
Among the crowd waiting at the police station, a hooded man watched the police vehicle leave.
When family members waiting for their loved ones tried to talk to him, they looked towards where he had been standing, but he had already disappeared.
The other family members assumed he had gone home and turned to chat with someone else.
Somewhere within the World Society.
The hooded man glanced around warily, but there was no movement.
Then, he tiptoed and knocked on the gate of a house with a yard.
A small opening appeared somewhere in the main gate, and a pair of eyes peered out, observing the activity outside.
Upon seeing the hooded man, they opened the door latch and let him in.
Upon seeing Bishop Tors inside, the hooded man began reporting on the situation at the police station.
"The captain on duty today is Li Ya. It seems they've discovered what's happening at the altar." Bishop Tors tapped rhythmically on the wooden table in front of him as he listened to the hooded man's report.
"The people from the transport team who discovered the location of the altar have all been sacrificed to the Lord of Truth."
"The Lord of Truth will not mind adding a few more sacrifices; let them do as they please."
"Once we get our hands on the sacred relic tomorrow, the entire World Society will be ours. Then you can have whatever you want," Bishop Tors tempted the hooded man in front of him.
"Long live the Lord of Truth!" the believers shouted fervently.
“The Lord of Truth protects you. Go down, servant of the Lord.” Bishop Tors waved his hand.
The hooded man was left in the living room to await the outcome, and he used some secret technique to contact the followers at the altar.
The downside of this technique is that it has a limited number of uses per day, but the upside is that it can be used like a telephone, regardless of distance, and is therefore more secure as it cannot be hacked.
“A group of more than thirty people will be coming soon. The bishop has ordered that no one be let go.”
“Yes,” said the leader of the cult.
After they finished speaking, the two ended the communication.
"Hurry up and clear away these offerings, we have new guests on their way," the leader shouted, looking at the busy worshippers.
"Understood." The other believers replied, quickening their pace.
One of the believers was struggling to pull at a blood-stained rag, which was tightly wrapped around the arm holding the knife.
Offerings to the Lord of Truth must be pure, so this tattered cloth must never be left behind.
Upon hearing the leader speak, the cultist excitedly cut off his entire arm, and then finally managed to tear off the rag.
The blood-stained rag was abandoned on the spot, drifting away with the wind to an unknown distance.
Soon, the large group led by Li Ya arrived at the mass grave.
The vehicles of the transport team ahead were parked crookedly next to the mass grave.
The large group of people got off the vehicles and searched the area thoroughly, but found no survivors.
But the car keys are still there, and now it's clear that everyone disappeared in the mass grave.
The stench of blood was masked by the smell of rotting flesh from the monsters in the mass grave, and Li Ya's men, who were searching the perimeter, found nothing.
But we must see the person, whether alive or dead.
I have to go in and take a look myself.
"Open your eyes wide, everyone. Something's creepy here." Li Ya ordered the vehicle's spotlights to be turned on.
As the searchlights on the vehicle were turned on, one side of the mass grave was illuminated as if it were daytime.
Picking up their flashlights, they followed the footprints left by the transport team members into the mass grave.
As they went deeper, they soon discovered traces of blood on the ground.
Seeing this, everyone became cautious and began to move forward with renewed vigilance.
The deeper they went, the more terrified they became.
There were obvious signs of a fight, but everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Darkness always evokes negative associations, as long as it's not something dirty.
In places where the flashlights cannot reach, the followers of the Eye of Truth are secretly observing them.
The flashlights revealed their location, and the cultists had already quietly completed the encirclement.
Seeing that the time was right, the leader began to cast a second-tier spell: Blood Mist.
Blood Mist: Targets within the area will continuously lose health.
Li Ya was walking at the front of the group when he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and his health bar began to drop.
The Blood Mist magic is shrouded in darkness, harming people invisibly.
Li Ya knew they had fallen into an ambush and shouted to his teammates, "Enemy attack!"
The officers from the police department were all seasoned veterans who had survived two zombie hordes. Hearing their captain's shout, they quickly formed ranks and charged forward to break through the encirclement.
Seeing that the magic had taken effect, the cultists also emerged from the pile of corpses.
They were very close, and in the darkness of the night, the two groups of people collided instantly, and the sound of clashing swords echoed through the mass grave.
Although the believers outnumbered the others and were in high spirits after their victory, they were clearly exhausted from the previous battle.
Although the security team is small in number, its members are of high quality, making it difficult to determine a winner in a short period of time.
In the long run, the police department is clearly superior.
The leader, watching from the sidelines as his followers were about to fall behind, gritted his teeth and used his last secret technique to initiate a communication.
"The attackers are fierce, we can't hold them off, so we've come to ask for help," the leader said.
"Understood, wait." The hooded man said calmly when he heard the leader at the altar plead for help.
Upon returning to the main hall, he immediately reported to the bishop.
"Your Excellency, the brothers at the altar are unable to hold out and have come to provide reinforcements."
"It seems the police aren't all useless. It's a pity about Li Ya." Bishop Tors was well aware of the fighting capabilities of the people at the altar.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Then let's send a team of Chosen Ones to support them!"
"Let them in!" the bishop shouted toward the door.
"Yes," the worshipper at the door responded and left.
The two went into the courtyard, where the bishop began to pour some unknown white powder onto the ground.
As more and more powder was sprinkled, a magic circle gradually took shape.
Once the magic circle was complete, the six Chosen Ones, dressed in full protective gear, had assembled and were awaiting assignment from the bishop.
"Your Excellency the Bishop," everyone bowed respectfully.
"There's been a slight mishap at the altar. I'll trouble you to proceed ahead," the bishop said kindly to the six chosen ones before him.
This is the source of his confidence in the World Society.
"Long live the Lord of Truth!" the crowd shouted in unison.
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