The Soul-Fired Candle is a cruel soul product, a unique ability given to His believers by the underlying demon gods.

It can extract their souls bit by bit when the intelligent life is still alive and make it into this consumable item specially used to power the magic circle.

Its energy source is essentially relying on a thousand times the amplification of soul senses, and then burning and torture them, in order to gain the power of pain to push the magic circle. The degree of cruelty and viciousness is also considered second to none among all the cultists on the chaotic side.

Each section of the Soul-Fired Fire Candle requires 10 souls. There are three total 12 Soul-Fired Fire Candles, which means that there are at least 120 civilians who die at the hands of this puppet saint.

The actual number is still an unknown number, which is also the reason why An Wen looks ugly.

This is the 98th district he guarded. The cultists dared to be so arrogant and were simply unscrupulous. Although he went out to patrol the Count of Lanterns for him, the incident happened in the urban area where he guarded, so how could he not get rid of the joint responsibility?

When entering the room, An Wen's first thing was to draw his sword and cut off the ritual of the magic array that was still glowing. After interrupting the operation of the magic array, he bent down and pulled up three soul-burning fire candles and held them in his hand.

He came in time, and these souls were still saved. After finishing tonight's work, An Wen prepared to go to the association and use the purification pool arranged by the association to help these poor souls get rid of the confinement of the fire candle.

Just as An Wen put away the soul-burning candle, there was a burst of dense footsteps outside the door, and then a fat man in the uniform of a sheriff squeezed in from the narrow door frame surrounded by many subordinates.

"Sir Earl, I am the Sheriff of the Wei Guang Ruins, what happened..."

Halfway through the official speech of the General Secretary, he suddenly saw the magic circle on the ground. His face suddenly turned pale, his plump face instantly sweated like rain, and his eyes were full of fear.

The situation in the room was already very obvious. There was a cult hidden among his subordinates, and he was caught by the Count of the Lantern. This matter was simply terrible. I hope there would be no serious consequences, otherwise...

An Wen saw the panic in the eyes of the Chief of Public Security, but this had nothing to do with him. Even if he wanted to punish the Chief of Public Security, it would be the matter of the District Department. Now, let’s handle the aftermath.

"Sir, right? As you can see, I found a hidden demon believer in your security post. You should have some understanding of the seriousness of this matter. All I can do about this is to give you some advice."

"First, report it to your superior immediately. This time it is a serious third-level incident."

"Secondly, based on the previous activity trajectory of this demon believer, interpersonal relationships are investigated. According to the third-level standard, all suspicious persons will be detained and waiting for my review."

"Third, check the entire Weiguang Street, as well as the adjacent Dongmeng Street and Tumu Street, focusing on people who are withdrawn, live alone, have fewer interpersonal relationships, or have abnormal behaviors in recent months."

"Fourth, you'd better notify the Night Watch and act together with them, otherwise I will not guarantee your personal safety."

"Fifth, assemble all your subordinates, I hope to review them now."

"Sixth, my time is tight, and I can only give you 20 to 30 minutes of preparation time at most. If you understand, it's better to act quickly."

A series of suggestions were smashed over, and the fat-headed and big-eared security officer was knocked unconscious. Seeing this, An Wen frowned and directly stretched out his long knife to push away the security officer and his subordinates, walked out of the room, stood in the yard outside, and waited quietly with a long knife.

The room was panicked for a few minutes. After the retelling of his accompanying subordinates, the chief security officer finally understood several suggestions given by An Wen. Then a roar came out of the room, and the entire security post began to operate.

Under the leadership of their respective commanders, a series of fully armed sheriffs walked past An Wen's eyes, then left the security post and scattered into the night. Then, knocking on the door and scolding could be vaguely heard alternately on Wei Guang Street.

All this has nothing to do with An Wen. After reviewing the sheriff at the outpost, he walked out of the outpost and rode on the Ice Flame Battle Horse, and waited quietly.

Half an hour passed in a flash. An Wen, who was riding on the horse, opened his eyes, shook the reins gently, and the ice flame fighting horse slowly moved forward.

The power of spiritual vision insights into the rules of the world and guides An Wen to break through layers of membranes, and the borders surging and retreating in front of the horse's hooves of the Ice Flame Battle Horse.

As the sinking deepened, the order was gradually replaced by chaos, and the deep underworld surged up, surrounded by An Wen, with a whispering sound, a waving shadow, and an icy gaze coming from the deep, containing the ultimate hatred, staring at An Wen tightly.

Alas...this gaze really shocked.

Feeling the bone-broken gaze, An Wen shook his head, thought a little self-deprecatingly, then raised his head and began to check the world in the fourth floor tonight.

The theme of the 4th floor tonight seems to be a shadow. Except for the ground under your feet being a physical body, the surrounding buildings are like reflections in the water, rippling gently with the blowing night wind.

Tsk... Have you spliced ​​the rules of shadows? It's a little troublesome.

Looking at the black fog wrapped around, the illusory and hazy buildings, and the lanterns on the top of his head that looked like a layer of black veil, An Wen's face was not very good-looking. Although he had rarely come down to the fourth floor, he could understand the information on the fourth floor of the association clearly.

The shadow rule is one of the most troublesome rules. Under this rule, the monsters born at the lowest level are all third-level, all of which have the characteristics of invisible and short-range flashing. A very few fourth-level monsters also have the characteristics of the Blade of Nothingness.

An Wen's shuttle characteristic of "Pace: Progress" is to die in front of monsters with the Blade of Nothingness, and the large-scale sword wind vortex cannot control the monsters that will flash.

In other words, if you want to find the puppet saint, An Wen can only rely on speed and long sword to force it out of the monster group.

The situation was very unfavorable to An Wen, but he had nothing to fear. Since he enjoyed various rights as the lantern Count, he naturally had to fulfill his obligations at this time.

An Wen reached out and pulled out a long-acting mental strength potion from his belt. He drank a long-acting quick potion, then adjusted the ratio of the potion on the belt. Only three flame bottles with the largest number were retained, and the others were replaced with secret energy potions and physical potions, and prepared for a hard fight.

Everything was ready, An Wen turned over and dismounted, took back the Ice Flame Fighting Horse, and walked into the gray and white fog in the direction pointed by his intuition.
Chapter completed!