My dear witch, please turn evil according to the script!

Chapter 234 is filled with incidents of accidental injury.

Faced with Roland's question, the middle-aged man answered with a wry smile.

"No."

“If you truly understood the Chaos Brotherhood, you would know one thing—”

"If we really did it, we wouldn't leave any survivors here, including our own people."

"Also... since I helped the old general overload the shield system here, could you give me something to eat?"

"I fainted from hunger."

"I'll tell you the whole story after I finish eating. I'm probably one of only two people in the city who know the whole story now."

Roland didn't answer, he just threw it away.

After throwing it out, Roland stood there and began to think.

Meanwhile, the Demon King, who had been standing behind Roland the whole time, communicated with Roland in his mind: "Be careful, this guy's strength is at the eighth level."

"Although this guy is seriously injured and his life force is very weak... we still need to be careful."

Roland looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and said coldly, "Tell me everything you know."

The middle-aged man, who was tightly bound, laughed upon hearing this: "Aren't you afraid that I'm lying?"

“I simply trust the old general’s judgment.” Roland walked up to the middle-aged man. “Since he’s willing to entrust you with a task, it means… at least for now, you are someone worth cooperating with.”

“I’m not some pedantic champion of justice. It’s not unacceptable for me to get information from people like you—if your information is actually useful.”

The middle-aged man smiled and glanced at the tall female demon behind Roland.

Although the magical aura he could sense was not strong, the other party naturally possessed the aura of a powerful being.

A feeling of contempt, as if everyone except oneself is an ant.

Without a doubt, this is an unfamiliar great demon...

Could this be the legendary great demon who lives in seclusion in Isfar?
But the intelligence report says that person is a blood demon, doesn't it?

The intelligence must be wrong. The only great demon who would help humanity is that Blood Demon Prince who betrayed us at a crucial moment in the Demon King War.

Is this move to atone for what happened in the capital...? No, it should be an exchange to prove that he is still "harmless" to the empire and to prove his "loyalty".

There are countless remnants of the Demon King's army in the Northern Demon Realm who wish they could kill her to appease the Demon King's wronged soul, so she dares not leave the peaceful territory of the empire.

If that's the case, it would explain why this person would accompany the kid into dangerous territory.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man laughed: "Alright, then I'll tell you what I know."

"You may not know the situation in Isfar. As the largest gateway between the Northern Continent and the Southern Continent, there has always been a large flow of people here. Similarly, there are quite a few guys like me."

"But generally speaking, whether it's our Chaos Brotherhood or those in the north like the Ash Order and the Annihilation Church, when they pass through here on their way elsewhere, they mostly behave themselves, neither causing trouble nor making a fuss, and act as friendly citizens."

"After all, the strength of four border legions is only enough to put up a fight if the entire church's power is concentrated."

"Not to mention that there's also the old General Lanzhuos in charge, and in the last six months, two more ninth-ring legends have arrived."

"I was originally just a guy hiding in the Isfar outpost, providing some conveniences to my fellow comrades. Most of the time, I was just a law-abiding citizen."

"But the situation changed at the beginning of last month."

"I don't know which faction's methods it was. Maybe it was those madmen in the Ash Order who like to burn people, maybe it was those heretics in the Annihilation Cult, or maybe it was those rambling Night Apostles."

"But in any case... the power of God has been summoned..."

Upon hearing this, Roland frowned and asked, "You mean, a divine descent ritual?"

"No, no, no." The middle-aged man shook his head: "Only our Chaos Brotherhood would do such a thankless and ultimately suicidal trick."

"The others? Although they act in the name of God, they have long since degenerated into greedy and worthless people. Those people are not devout to the gods they believe in; they only regard them as tools."

"They're nowhere near as devout as our Brotherhood!"

The middle-aged man's remarks left Roland speechless for a moment.

How should I put it... it's quite subtle.

However, Roland did not delve into the topic further, but instead waved for the other party to continue.

"In short, their blasphemous behavior has brought them retribution!"

"...Although it wasn't a divine descent ritual, those guys definitely performed some kind of ritual to summon divine power, and that ritual most likely went out of control."

"To put it simply, the divine power was not controlled and contained as they had planned. Instead, it exploded and directly flowed into the magical environment within Isfar City."

"My companions and I quickly realized what was happening here—the power of a god permeated the magical environment, and anyone who touched or was exposed to this magical environment for an extended period without any protection would eventually become His servant." "Simply put, they would become one of those ugly things on the street..."

"But it was all too late. I had the blessing given to me by the bishop and the priest, and the power of the gods canceled each other out, so I was not affected."

"But the other ten comrades in the stronghold almost instantly twisted into monsters. I could only perform a ritual to release them from suffering and then leave the stronghold to try to find a way out of the city."

"Then the old general caught him red-handed."

Upon hearing this, the Demon King asked with great interest, "That old general named Lanzhuos didn't kill you right away? It seems he's quite kind-hearted."

“That’s not the case…” The middle-aged man was silent for a while: “Well, during my time in hiding, I opened a bakery in the city, and that old guy was a regular customer.”

Even if he doesn't have time to buy it himself, he will call his adjutant to come.

"So he temporarily overlooked why a bakery owner would have the strength of an eighth-ring cultivator, and he also overlooked the fact that when I unleash my power, I emit the stench of a Chaos Cultist..."

"At that time, Landros was leading the last of his royal guards in a pointless resistance in the city."

"He didn't understand the power of the gods and thought it was some kind of unknown demonic curse or a similar evil virus mixed with magic."

"In the end, I was the one who told him how dangerous the situation was."

"After all, although the blessings of bishops and priests can temporarily make me ignore these contaminations, it is not a panacea, nor is it sustainable."

"I don't want to go down with this city."

"Especially after I discovered something..."

Roland asked, "What is it? Answer properly, don't keep pausing."

"I don't understand the nuances, but that's the rhythm needed for storytelling."

The middle-aged man made a comment, then sighed, "But I was indeed shocked by it."

"Many people, whom I originally thought could at least last three days in this environment, suddenly and without warning twisted into monsters in an instant."

"At first I didn't think much of it, I just assumed it was a mistake in my estimation."

"Until I observed a pattern in the accumulated data—those who suddenly turned into monsters all used communication magic before the transformation!"

"I didn't rush to tell Landros about my discovery, but instead used magic to observe it slowly."

"Then I discovered the source of the divine power... it resided in a magical frequency."

“Under normal circumstances, using magic will not touch that frequency, especially combat spells.”

"But... this frequency is one commonly used in communication magic."

"I told Landros about this discovery. After I told him, Landros was skeptical, but he still brought me here."

"I don't know what he did, and it's the first time I've ever seen the internal structure of that huge thing floating in the sky."

"In short, it seems he unleashed some kind of large-scale spell through the amplification device."

"After doing all this, he had me stay here to overload the shield system, which would disrupt Isfar's magic field and prevent the transmission of all communication magic."

"He himself left me here and went off alone to find the source of divine power."

"And then that was it. That guy never came back, and I couldn't find a way out. I was starving and passed out."

After listening to the other party's information and combining it with his own findings, Roland roughly reconstructed the situation inside the city.

In short: an unknown cult group attempted to cause trouble, but botched it, and the ritual went out of control. The resulting cognitive contamination allowed it to spread through the magical frequencies of communication-type magic.

As Lanzhus had anticipated, he overloaded the shield system of the circular megastructure, blocked the use of all communication magic, and released the spiral hourglass, placing the entire city into a dream, leaving those inside with no way to escape.

But now... the boundary between dreams and reality doesn't seem so clear anymore. Although the spell is still in effect... we still need to find Landras and the source of the evil god's power as soon as possible, which is the ritual site.

But Roland still had one question unanswered: "Let me ask you a question, has anyone entered the main city recently?"

“Sir, I’ve been trapped here since December 27th. Before I got trapped, the whole city was in chaos. Do you think I had time to care about that?”

Roland nodded upon hearing this: "I understand... By the way, have you ever been affected by the spell cast by General Landros? It drags people into a dream."

"Dreams? No, I haven't dreamed for half a month."

Roland nodded, then stuffed a compressed biscuit into the middle-aged man's mouth, silencing him: "Alright, this is your payment. You can stay here. We'll deal with you after this is over."

"Will you kill me?" the middle-aged man asked with a smile.

Roland turned to look at the middle-aged man: "I am not the administrator of this place. I will hand you over to General Lanzhous for processing. I believe he can make a fair judgment."

(End of this chapter)