Alien world

Chapter 1718, Section 351: The Chaotic Cult
Furthermore, by leveraging Liberty City's powerful propaganda capabilities, all channels of propaganda were mobilized to establish Blackwatch's loyalty to the Empire as an established fact, forcing the Inquisition to bow to public opinion.

Finally, Annam went to the palace gardens surrounding the mountain to meet the emperor, whom he had never seen before. With the golden skull bracelet, persuading the emperor should not be a problem.

Annam found it increasingly feasible; the court only listened to the emperor, and if he could persuade the emperor…

Speaking of which, why hasn't the carriage stopped yet?

"Hey, you guys aren't planning to send me back to Liberty City, are you?"

Regardless of whether anyone outside was listening, Annan continued, "Give up. Do you know how many steps it takes to get to Montreal Hill? Three steps. First, open the portal. Second, walk in. Third, close the portal."

After saying that, Anan leaned against the wall of the carriage, as if expecting a response like laughter, but there was only the bumpy noise of the wheels rolling.

If he were to be teleported back to Montreal Hills right now, and the Inquisition were to take him there, only to find that he was gone when they opened the carriage... that would be quite amusing. But then, Annan discovered that the carriage was imprisoned by a familiar anti-magic field.

Annan had no choice but to stay obediently in the closed carriage. Just as his patience was about to run out, the carriage finally slowed down and came to a gentle stop.

wow-

The priest from the court outside opened the carriage door. Annan squinted, lowered his head, and jumped down from the carriage: "I'd like to see where you've taken me..."

Before you, a winding forest path stretches forward, and at the end of the path, a quiet little town sits.

"Where did you send this to? Is this still the Empire?" Annan blurted out, then turned around and found no one there.

Annan turned around in surprise. There were no priests instructing soldiers, no carriages, only him standing alone on the forest path. A gentle breeze blew, the treetops swayed, and green ripples spread across the landscape.

This……

Annan communicated with the magic vortex, and the magic-suppressing field disappeared, but what difference does it make whether he is thrown into the wild or somewhere else?

Sensing something was amiss, Annan didn't rush to leave but instead headed towards the town.

……

The courtroom, the dungeon.

The presiding judge, holding the human skull, approached the "cell" of the legion commander and others, and slowly said, "I have already sent Annan to the Chaos Cult's stronghold. Whether he can seize the opportunity depends on how smart he is."

For him, he could finally have a few days of peace and quiet.

Who would have thought that, since the plan was finalized, the one causing the most trouble would be Annan Reeves?
……

Annan, wearing a cloak, walked down the street of the small town.

This town is no different from other villages and towns. Except for a few main roads paved with gravel, the roads between the houses are all dirt roads, which become muddy and impassable after rain.

Annan learned from the villagers that this was Green Field Town, in the northwest of the empire, only about 300 miles from the border, making it the most remote frontier, far from the heart of the empire.

But here's the problem: even if you throw Annan into the far north, as long as there's no magic-suppressing field, he can be back at the gates of the Inquisition in less than three minutes and continue blocking the entrance...

What is the point of them doing this?
I walked into the tavern without realizing it. There were only a few customers, and most of them were dressed as mercenaries.

In the center of the hall, a bard was playing the lute.

Wherever you are, taverns and bards are the perfect pair.

"I'd like a fruit drink... your strongest liquor."

Annan held up a finger to the girl behind the counter; the youthful innocence on her face reminded him of Evelyn.

When the wine glasses were brought out and the money was paid, Annan held the glass but didn't drink. Instead, he listened intently to the guests' quiet conversations.

"Edward's wife is really hot..."

It's not like this.

"I found that sheep..."

That's not it either.

"Edward is so hot..."

How spicy is it exactly...? No, it's definitely not this.

Annan put down the spirits he had brought as a formality, preparing to stop playing detective games with the court, when a voice reached his ears. "Nine more days. When will you have enough people?"

Why are you asking such detailed questions?

"I'm risking my life for you guys and you won't even let me ask you the questions? We don't have much time left, we're still in the town furthest from the capital!"

"We are just one of many groups, and whether or not we ultimately go is not up to us."

"That won't do! You—"

"Keep your voice down..."

The conversation in the corner gradually became barely audible.

Annan then took another look around.

A remote frontier town, a dilapidated tavern, and mercenaries in tattered gear.

Could it be someone like myself, a person of insight who is unwilling to accept defeat in the face of darkness?

Annan was trying to figure out how to make contact; the conversation in the corner was coming to an end, and they were preparing to leave.

He simply walked over and said, "I know it's abrupt, but could you take me with you?"

Several other tables nearby were filled with accomplices who instantly stood up and surrounded Annan, with several poisoned daggers secretly pointed at his throat, chest, and eyes.

"who are you?"

With such a commotion, it's understandable that the boss wouldn't dare show his face, but the bard was still playing and singing, as if he were used to this scene.

Annan's eyes, hidden beneath his cloak, swept over the gleaming blade: "I'm just a righteous person passing by who overheard your conversation and found it quite interesting."

"Golden Dragon?" the man in leather armor asked in surprise.

"I'm human."

The man next to Annan sized him up a few times: "You want to join us in attacking Montreal Hill?"

Well, if it's a prison break, then that's not wrong.

"That's right, I'm going to rescue Blackwatch."

The man in leather armor gestured for those around him to put away their weapons, nodded, and said, "Okay, I agree to let you join us."

This confused Annan. He was thinking about how he had passed many tests and was finally trusted and accepted, not about childish games like "You want to attack Montreal Hill?" "Yes." "Take me with you." "Okay."

Could they actually be members of the court in disguise, playing house with me...?

"So easy?" Annan asked tentatively.

"We need to pool all our resources to achieve our goal!" the leather-armored man said earnestly.

That's true, but a group of ants getting together and plotting to push down a mountain...

"But you accept all comers, how can I believe that none of you are lackeys of the Empire?"

"What did you say?!" someone shouted angrily.

"Whoever speaks up, I'll criticize them." Annan stared at the person who spoke, as if trying to see through the priest's true face.

"This is Greenfield Town," the leather-armored man said confidently.

What happened to Greenfield Town?

"Our Chaotic Cult's strongholds are in places where the Empire cannot govern!"

The man in leather armor had an air of righteousness written all over his face.

"Chaos... sectarianism?"

"That's right, you're scared?"

Annan realized why the Inquisition had put him here... They wanted him to infiltrate the Chaotic Cult, gather all the enemies together, and then wipe them out in one fell swoop!
(End of this chapter)