Golden Wheat City.

Under construction, intended to be a tavern for the Night Watcher's base.

Inside the tavern.

Shalika, Eric, and with them the Night Watch Captain—Tari.

The three sat together, but their eyes were fixed on their respective panels.

Their panels displayed the chat interface.

The cultists in the capital of Cohen Kingdom suddenly launched an attack, clearly well-planned.

And on the interface.

Kana was assigning tasks and urging the three to leave here quickly to avoid being caught up in the city's downfall.

Watching the exchange on the interface.

Shalika closed the interface and looked at the other two.

"How's the situation outside now?" Eric asked.

Tari shook his head and opened the map.

The map currently displayed the situation within the city.

The locations of the Night Watchers spread across the city could be seen, marked by red dots appearing through the Night Watchers' eyes.

"Those cultists are moving and gathering, but..."

Watching the eyes of the two.

Tari shook his head: "But there are too many; it's not something we can handle."

The Night Watchers here.

Besides the Commerce Association members brought by Shalika, there was only one squad of Night Watchers.

Altogether, no more than 20 people.

A mere drop in the bucket for this city of tens of thousands.

"These cultists must be preparing something; otherwise, other towns' cultists wouldn't be acting, except here."

After all, there are so many cultists here.

Just as these words fell.

A message came from the Night Watcher outside via the channel.

[Nakalu: The residents have a problem; they are out of control.]

Upon seeing this message.

The three immediately stood up.

Shalika said: "Time is short, prepare to evacuate."

Eric, slightly unwilling, still nodded; the Night Watchers' presence here was too thin.

And the enemy's power was too substantial.

Just as Kana said.

Even if they all acted desperately, it would have no effect.

[Eric: All Night Watchers in Golden Wheat City, prepare to evacuate.]

The three rushed out.

As soon as they rushed out.

They felt the faint sweet scent in the air.

"It's the Desire Incense Burner!" Shalika said.

The sweet scent is the most notable characteristic of this Evil God, used to seduce people into spreading its malevolent will.

The city, originally somewhat dark.

Now a faint purple light spread from various places.

These purple lights enveloped the entire city almost completely without any blind spots.

The three had just rushed out of the street corner.

When they saw in the distance, at the street corner, a group of cultists slowly approaching.

They were like a parade on the streets.

Wearing thin clothing, the leader held high an item in their hand.

On closer inspection, it appeared to be an incense burner.

A faint pink-purple smoke wafted from the burner, and the cultists mumbled something with eyes glazed with infatuation.

"Fallen ones!" Eric gritted his teeth.

Tari held his shoulder: "Don't be impulsive, let's go quickly."

They had just rushed out.

"Ahhh!"

Screams pierced the night.

A young girl dressed in thin clothes stumbled and ran out from a house.

"Help!"

The voice screamed.

Attracting Shalika and the others rushing out from the side.

"Don't run, come back, come back!" A wobbling male pursued her, babbling incoherently, clearly not in his right mind.

Tari, beside her, kicked the man to the ground.

Shouted at the woman: "Run towards the outside of the city!"

The woman, panicky, instinctively ran toward the outside upon hearing this.

At this moment, the entire city descended into chaos.

Screams of various kinds echoed.

The cultists' preparation did not lead everyone in the city to fall.

This indicated that the Evil God's power could still not fully establish at this moment.

The barrier outside the world had not yet been completely worn down.

But it was close.

The castle in the city.

The City Lord, also the Lord of this region, stood in the hall in his attire.

"What's going on?! What's happening?"

He asked loudly with a furrowed brow.

Looking out the window to the outside.

His city was ablaze with firelight, and faint purple light lit up from various places.

Suddenly, he sniffed the air.

The air carried a faint sweet scent.

"What is this smell?"

"It's the scent of freedom." His butler said.

Upon hearing this, the Lord stared at him with a frown.

Retreating two steps, he drew a Decorative Sword from the wall where it hung.

"Can you feel it? The voice of God."

"Apparently, you've gone mad." The nobleman spoke and charged with the sword.

The nimble stance allowed him to position the sword vertically, piercing through his former butler.

"Ah!"

The butler screamed, but the voice wasn't entirely one of pain.

The nobleman withdrew the sword and struck again.

The butler fell to the ground, blood dripping.

Pink fleshy tendrils emerged from the wounds.

"Damn it, I said before we shouldn't cooperate with those cultists; they're starting to become problematic."

Yet now isn't the time to complain, as he only had vigilance before but did not have enough will to stop.

Swiftly, he chopped off his butler's head.

But for some reason, his body suddenly became weak, kneeling on the floor.

"Enjoy the desire for freedom." At some point, a nobleman in luxurious robes emerged from the shadows.

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