Don't call me evil god

Chapter 847 "Bomb Disposal"

Compared to the extremely relaxed and peaceful Earldom of Kalezi, there is a scene of "prosperity and happiness".

Back in the royal capital, Prince Fradin was not so calm.

The third day of the monster red tide outbreak.

Although the sheltered plain where Starosh is located is still calm, the invisible undercurrent beneath the surface peace is becoming increasingly turbulent.

"Your Highness, MI6 agents have gone to the newly discovered sacrificial ceremony site to confirm it."

"It's similar to the previous times."

"The site has been abandoned and there is little useful evidence. We can only confirm that someone has performed an unknown ritual here."

In the royal army camp in the capital, at the temporary office base set up by Prince Fradin, a spy wearing a tight black and red nightgown and a black veil on his face came out of stealth and reported to Prince Fradin in a low voice.

"Law……"

Prince Fradin swallowed the word beginning with F with some effort and couldn't help scratching his hair in distress.

This was the seventh spy report he had received in recent days.

The news about the cult group that performed sacrificial rituals in the Sanctuary Plains was announced at the instruction of Prince Fradin in the form of a notice issued in the name of the capital's public security.

The content is to remind citizens and the public to pay attention to their personal safety. If they find any unidentified persons with suspicious whereabouts, they should report to the Glorious God Church or the local sheriff in time.

But nothing worked.

Not to mention ordinary people, except for some Glow Priests who deal with cultists and monsters all year round, it is difficult for most people to analyze who the cultists hiding in the crowd are by simple observation.

This time the cultists were very good at hiding themselves.

Since Archbishop Eugene personally led the main force of the Crusaders away, the only members of the Cult of Light who remained in the royal capital were a group of "old, weak, sick and disabled".

So their actions became more and more bold.

They even dare to organize a sacrificial ceremony in a place like the Shelter Plains.

What made Prince Fradin even more upset was that after investigating, he found that the situation was more complicated than he had imagined.

These cultists did not commit crimes randomly on a whim, but their actions were organized, planned and premeditated.

Because the process of "exposing" the ceremony venues was exactly the same these times.

Accidents such as fires and house collapses not only expose the ritual sites, but also destroy any evidence or clues that the cultists may have left behind.

It's more like they've achieved their goal and are methodically clearing away traces and abandoning the site in this way.

Whenever Prince Fradin received reports from the spies, he would get a headache.

He also had to admit that his father, King Kenreddin, had not lied to him.

This year's monster red tide is indeed filled with the flavor of impending storm. Whether it is the warning issued by the dragon itself, the mobilization of the entire army of the Glowing God, or the sacrificial ceremonies that appear one after another in the Sanctuary Plains, they all reveal unusual meanings.

Prince Fradin felt overwhelmed just by looking at the confusing information on defense deployment, spy investigation, on-site inspection, etc. spread out on the table.

He wanted to just draw his sword and kill someone, but the problem was that he didn't know who to kill.

A servant pushed the door open and a wisp of cold winter wind rushed in through the open door. The coolness made Fradin's dizzy head clearer.

"Your Highness, this is a letter for you from Green Harbor."

"Oh?"

Glancing at the signature on the envelope, Prince Fradin's eyes lit up.

"Brother Lei Yangke's reply has arrived?"

He took the letter impatiently and tore it open quickly. Vladimir had no practical experience in dealing with cultists, and he had no inferior cultists like the Bloodfang Gang to practice with. He had to defend the capital of Starosh and the entire Sanctuary Plains right from the start, so he certainly felt that it was difficult to start.

For this reason, the solution Prince Fradin came up with was to consult an expert in this field!
Rayank Eugene, the son of Archbishop Eugene, became a full-fledged regional bishop at a young age due to his outstanding achievements in combating cultists.

It just so happens that Prince Fradin is familiar enough with him!

It's no mistake to ask him how to find and catch those cultists who are good at hiding!
What? Why don’t you ask your friends in the Church of Knowledge?
Needless to say.

Let’s take a closer look at the achievements of the members of the Church of Knowledge.

Their biggest feature is their ability to fight.

No matter whether it was Ceylon's Eternal Night, the Stone Fortress Defense War, or even this time's Monster Red Tide, as long as it was a battle against monsters, they had never lost.

But how to "properly deal with the cultists and thwart their plots"...

This is obviously something that the Novin believers are not very good at.

On the one hand, most of the "bombs" have already fermented to the point where they cannot be properly handled by the time they are discovered, and they can only consider how to deal with the aftermath.

For example, this is the case with Ceylon's Eternal Night.

By the time everyone realizes that something is wrong, it has already entered the stage where disaster relief is necessary rather than preventing the disaster from happening.

On the other hand, every profession has its own specialties.

The backgrounds of most of the seekers of knowledge are clear; they have no experience in dealing with cultists before.

To put it nicely, this means that one is willing to fight the cultists with all his might, and the main point is that one is not afraid of death.

To put it bluntly, the tactics are extremely simple and crude.

——Take advantage of the cultists' gathering to wipe them out!
This is what everyone does best.

The disadvantage of doing this is that it is extremely easy for cultists to become desperate and commit suicide together with their loved ones.

Whether it was the Blood Fang Gang's decisive battle or the blitzkrieg against the Church of Supreme Truth's stronghold in Stone Fort, such problems had occurred before.

It was a win, but not a big win.

The cultists, on the other hand, are determined to create some trouble even at the cost of their own lives.

At this point, the Cult of the Light, especially the Crusaders, adopted another strategy:
After discovering and tracking down the cult gang, they took advantage of the time when they were scattered and pretending to be normal people to carry out a surprise arrest, catching them off guard.

They are not given the opportunity to force the ritual at all, thus minimizing the damage they may cause.

This is also what Prince Fradin hopes for.

After all——this is the royal capital!
What if the cultists also create a batch of stone fetuses or something similar?

Prince Fradin's scalp tingled just thinking about it.

Although he once used the name of "sand table simulation" to drag Lao Lu and him to simulate various situations and countermeasures when a monster disaster broke out in the Shelter Plains.

But no matter which deduction is used, the loss is not small!

The best option is to nip the disaster in the bud before it breaks out, without giving it a chance to cause damage.

"Let me see what suggestions Brother Lei Yangke has prepared for me!"

Fradin excitedly read the contents written in neat handwriting on the letter paper.

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(End of this chapter)