Enforcer Manual
Chapter 580: The Archbishop is Not Home Today_1

Chapter 580: Chapter 580: The Archbishop is Not Home Today_1

Yeying had been gone for quite some time.

It was now three o’clock in the morning, and a few hours ago, people had discovered the fact that the Chief Judge Aige had betrayed the Church and fled. What made the believers even more anxious was that even after such violent turmoil within the Church, Archbishop Helifis still had not shown herself.

Two "Angels of Death" stood guard at the door of the Archbishop’s residence day and night.

Then, amongst the believers, someone recalled a detail that was horrifying upon closer reflection.

The last person among them who had seen the Archbishop was none other than Aige, who had already fled Antigon, and that had been a week ago.

At the time, Aige claimed that the Archbishop was in seclusion, researching methods to reseal the "Mining Pit," and she would not allow anyone to disturb her work. She had temporarily entrusted the management of the Church’s internal affairs and the command of the Mutant Defense Force to this Chief Judge, who was deeply trusted by the believers.

But if Aige was a traitor...

No, a traitor could definitely not harm the Archbishop, not in the least.

The believers quickly forced themselves to dismiss the deep concerns in their hearts; the Archbishop was not only the founder of the Lunar Eclipse Sect but also the spokesperson of the "Father God" in the real world. She was the strongest Ability User in the believers’ cognition, and even the saints and the Captain of the Guard were insignificant in front of her.

She had long transcended the realm of humanity; how could mere mortals possibly harm her?

However, due to the strong demands of the majority of the believers, the two "Angels of Death" guarding the residence of the Archbishop were finally persuaded. They opened the grand doors to her residence, yet what greeted the believers was an empty room.

A meticulous believer soon noticed that the desk and the floor in the room were covered in dust, which undeniably indicated that no one had been active in this room for some time.

There was a burnt-out candle on the desk in the bedroom.

Next to the candle were the doctrines of the Lunar Eclipse Sect and a document detailing the history of the "Mining Pit," opened halfway through.

The Archbishop was gone.

At a critical time when the Church’s very survival was at stake, nothing made the believers feel more anxious and desperate than this. They guarded this final defense line night and day because they firmly believed that the Archbishop would find a way to reseal the "Mining Pit" and lead them through this crisis as she had done in the past.

Their struggles and sacrifices were to buy time for the Archbishop.

But soon, the believers ran out of time to debate why the Archbishop had abandoned them and where she could have gone. The soldiers guarding the outer defenses brought back a bone-chilling message.

The moon above their heads had mutated.

They claimed that the glowing full moon in the night sky had transformed into a twisted and terrifying human face as if it was watching them from another dimension.

This discovery drove many soldiers insane on the spot. Some turned their blades against their comrades amid extreme mental instability, while others leaped from the city walls, plummeting into the ferocious Mutants below.

It was nearly ten minutes of chaos before the believers finally realized that the problem was not with the moon above them, but with the believers who claimed the moon had mutated and saw terrifying faces in the night sky.

Those who had luckily survived the initial chaos did not enjoy a moment’s peace; their bodies began to mutate at a visible rate.

Some merged with the spiritual energy collecting firearms in their hands, becoming grotesque hybrids of flesh and weaponry; others had their heads split open, their entire upper bodies transforming into gaping, hungry mouths.

The mutated believers completely lost consciousness and let out low growls similar to wild beasts.

The "virus" spread rapidly among the Believers, with about one-third of them becoming twisted monsters in an extremely short amount of time. They varied in form, but still vaguely retained the outline of humans.

The Believers had never seen such creatures; they looked as if Deities had, out of malice, created abominations while fashioning mankind.

The mutated Believers immediately launched an attack on the surviving believers, and the defense line that had held for nearly half a month under the onslaught of the "mine" mutants collapsed in less than half an hour.

Song Lan was awakened by a frenzied Whisper.

Upon opening his eyes, he saw a nearly three-meter-tall monster without a neck, a human face on each of its left and right arms. The strips of cloth left from the mutant’s burst clothes revealed its former identity.

The hotel owner, and the cleaner they had seen once on the first floor.

These two people, somehow fused together, no longer ended in human hands, but rather in flesh stakes resembling barbs, with blood spreading up to the creature’s lower arms and sharp stakes entangled with torn flesh.

The monster did not speak; its incessant Whisper seemed to cross the boundaries of space, reaching directly into Song Lan’s mind.

Lu Xiang, usually extremely alert, this time woke up slightly after Song Lan. When she opened her eyes, she vaguely saw a massive creature turn to dust by the door of her room. She steadied her spirit, only to see a torn strip of cloth falling to the floor.

"What’s wrong?"

It took her a moment to ask, still a bit dazed.

"The hotel’s owner wasn’t very professional. Father God called him for some on-the-spot career training," Song Lan said.

It was only after the Whisper ceased that Song Lan’s agitation finally settled.

He considered himself a person of good temperament, always ready to discuss anything in good faith. But just now, under the influence of that Whisper, his blood pressure seemed to surge to his crown, and he gave up on communicating, sending the hotel owner to a better place.

Looking out the window of their room down at Antigon, they saw utter chaos unfold.

The streets were filled with an indescribable number of humanoid mutants. Believers caught by them seldom had the chance to scream before turning into blood mists that scattered in the night air. The remaining Guards of the Angel of Death and the Tribunal were battling these mutants, but compared to the number of mutants, their strength was insignificant.

Even worse, the mutation had not stopped there.

Even the members of the Tribunal Guard Team were affected, with some losing their sanity in the heat of battle, visibly becoming part of the mutant horde.

In this hellish scene, the "heroes" arrived as expected.

Drop pods entered people’s view like shells, with ray weapons and thermal cutting blades lighting up the darkness.

Several massive airships appeared over Antigon, with their loudspeakers broadcasting a warning from the leader of the Barrosa Group:

"People of Antigon and Believers, for your safety, please immediately lay down your weapons and take shelter in the nearest building."

The iron giants dropped onto the battlefield sprung into action, their weapons destroying all the mutants that came into their line of sight with irresistible force.

They were like experts on the battlefield, methodically dealing with an army of mutants several times their number.

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