Do what you do and don't do what you don't do.

Curt has always believed that being restrained is a good conduct and is also a necessary spirit to maintain order. Most things in this world can be divided into "can do" or "cannot do" - but even things that can be done may not necessarily be done.

The "flower" that appeared not far away made Curt think. He really couldn't have imagined that the other party would make such an exaggerated toy. Letting it develop according to the other party's plan would not be a simple "news" - it would definitely cause a major disaster.

Curt felt that every step of his action had been expected by the other party. No matter how hard he made such a struggle, he would dive into the hands of the other party prepared in advance. The endless traps made them fall into the quagmire. The more they struggled, the deeper they would fall into and the more difficult they would get out of themselves.

Why do no matter what the security officers do, they will be understood by the other party and even make corresponding changes to what they do?

If all this was not planned in advance, and no matter what the security officer did, they would simply advance their plans, it means that the other party's eyeliner was hidden nearby. However, the actions of the security officers did not need to be covered up, and it would not be strange if they would be exposed.

There were at least hundreds of people gathered in the surrounding places. In addition to the security officers and other investigators, there were newspaper reporters who had never seen before, and there were also some citizens who were taken out of their homes on the outside. To find the other person's eyeliner from this number of people, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Curt's eyes swept across faces he didn't recognize. The expressions on these people's faces were not much different from their identities. The guards were busy with their work, the reporters were determined to pursue their own headlines, and the residents looked at their house worriedly.

There is no abnormality - at least it seems.

Then I looked at the bud that slowly raised its head from the residue. It had not yet bloomed, but just showed a little head in the gray branches. The plant was not completely silent, and there were still some green vines around it, and those white flowers were still blooming.

While blooming, some flowers have begun to change. The white petals gradually withered after being eroded by black. Finally, they withered and scattered. It is not clear whether it is coincidental. As the trumpet flowers withered, the huge buds gradually rose from the surrounding wreckage, showing their own existence.

It's like a deliberate countdown.

Based on the effects of those small flowers, the threat of the flower covers at least a few blocks nearby. It may be too late to mobilize personnel to expand the scope of the isolation area - as long as the newspaper reporters who are still rushing to search for news from further afield.

"Sir - can you see it? There seems to be a big guy coming out of the plant." Curt shouted to the security officer who was still entangled with the reporters. "Just in case, it's better to expand the isolation area, or let the spell come and support it!"

Curt's shouts successfully distracted some of the reporters, and their eyes turned to the tree spirits that were crossing most of the block. The fine white flowers on the tree spirits that crushed the entire building attracted their attention in an instant, and the big bud that gradually exposed its head became the focus of the camera flash. The crackling sounds were endless, and the image of the big bud was constantly sealed into the small box.

It was like a carnival. The reporters carrying all kinds of cameras ignored the dissuasion of the police officers and would rather get closer than get a better shooting angle. Their professional spirit can no longer be described as professionalism, and there was a fanatical flame in their eyes.

If it weren't for knowing that the block ahead had been covered with toxic gases, Curt dared to guarantee that these reporters would rush to the plants to get photos regardless of their own safety. Even now, some brave reporters want to sneak into the isolation area while the chaos at the scene.

Putting the same thing into different perspectives represents different meanings.

When the reporters saw the huge flower bud, their first reaction was indeed "this is unprecedented big news." But in the eyes of the security officer who had been smeared by the poisonous gas emitted by the plant, the thing was undoubtedly a terrifying trouble.

The security officer who succeeded Grosted and grumbled, vaguely hearing him say, "Damn... How much does this thing want to stop?"

I guess he was very unwilling. The expression on his face completely betrayed his anger. The security officer in the same team was sent to the hospital by the poisonous gas of the tree spirit. The object he wanted to protect was uneasy, and these unknown reporters caused trouble at the scene... Now the culprit still wants to take advantage of the situation to pursue him.

"Okay, okay, if you want to learn from the materials, go by yourself!" He was angry and waved the hands of the reporter who wanted to get information from him, and hurried to the next to the police officers gathered nearby and said to them, "Expand the quarantine area! This nearby is no longer safe. At least one block must be isolated!"

However, it seems that there is no need for that, and unexpected reinforcements have arrived at the scene.

"Writing has power. Will carries thoughts."

A deep and unison recitation came from the other end of the street, and several men in black and white robes slowly approached under the leadership of an old man. Each of them held a heavy book with a black cover in their hands. The title page had opened, and the words in the pages flashed red as they recited.

Just looking at the uniforms, you will know that these people are the scholars affiliated with the Royal Books and Books - those who use magic to manipulate words and use the power contained in books. They are not civilians without combat effectiveness who are engaged in recording data and knowledge. Books are their weapons, and words are their power.

It was beyond Curt's expectation that the Royal Books Bureau was distributed half of the city. They were able to come here now. It seemed that before the huge plants were placed, someone informed them to send members who could fight to support them.

The black book held in the hands of these bookmakers should be a copy of a magic book. Although it is not as aggressive as the original book, it is more conducive to the control of magic. With the joint operation of the bookmakers, it can also exert the power close to the original book.

They recited in unison, which was the words recorded in the book, and also the power to stay in it: "When the vision was in darkness, I saw the flame coming from the sky. The flying fire hit the end of the earth, and in an instant, the sky, the earth and the sea boiled. Everything in the world was like a candle..."

Rhythmic sentences flowed out of their mouths, the pages were torn apart, and red dots of light floated on the pale pages, flowing out into unpredictable scenes—like the poems they recited in their mouths.

The wind has stopped, and the pages flying out are like life and will, flying around the plants at the other end under the guidance of some force that cannot be captured by vision. They surround the plants, wrapping up a ball of almost round dressing, hovering around the target at a subtle speed.

"Located on the other end of the golden cloud, a spiral of dragons and snakes leaped into the sea of ​​flames. The flames ignited from the north and devoured everything they could touch..."

The pages of the book operated by the scholars also burned with the content of their singing. The flames locked in circles, and the pages of the outer pages instantly turned into flames. The burning words broke away from the constraints of the pages, and they jumped towards the buds that gradually rose.

In a moment, the huge plant was gnawed by a large amount of words. Even if the toxins emitted from it can poison the approaching creatures, it will not have any effect on the lifeless flame. The spewed fire ignited everything that could touch.

The dense sequence of words is still flying out of the burning pages. The pages wrap around the courtyard that has turned into purgatory, distinguishing the inside and the outside. The hot flames burn the building materials and plants accumulated in the courtyard. The red flames roll upwards, and the other end of the thick smoke is the sky with the white fish belly.

The matter finally came to an end. Later, the bookmakers who came from above became the embodiment of justice. The heavy losses were not pleasing to the security team. The credit for this mission seemed to be taken away by others. But this was impossible. They were only equipped with simple weapons and could not compete with high-intensity monsters. When the enemy they faced was the kind of monster that could use to strike large areas of living units, this weakness was even more obvious.

Under the premise of similar conditions, ordinary people with ordinary fetus cannot compete with individuals with special abilities, and the intensity comparison is too obvious.

But what is the other party’s purpose?

The actions of the night were like being led by the other party. So far, Curt still did not think of a reasonable answer to explain the other party's action goals.

What is certain is that if they get what they want, not only will the residents nearby suffer. The city of Katris will also suffer shame. If even the residents living in the walls of any city will be swallowed by monsters, then its reliability will be deeply questioned.

But why did Curt and Grosted become the target of each other? Curt could not think of the answer. The enemy's figure was still hidden in the dark, and he didn't even understand what their target was. It was very dangerous to continue to act, and it was very likely to touch the trap set by the other party again.

This time it will affect the tree spirits and toxins in several blocks. What about the next time?

Commotion, violence, attacks... these things may happen around you in the next second. It is unclear what kind of benefits they can get from them, but their behavior is undoubtedly deliberately destroying the stability of the order in the city and stimulating the pain brought about by the new order that gradually emerged after the war.

Order does not necessarily represent justice, and justice does not necessarily represent kindness-even "justice" may not necessarily be "justice" that everyone can agree with. But at least in most people's perception, it is not a just act of action to randomly treat civilians as targets of attack.

But for those people, justice and other things may be disdainful.

As a mercenary for three years, this may be the first task that really made Curt feel a headache. He felt that he was not facing a group of people, but a well-organized group.

He doesn't want to fight alone against the groups that dare to declare war with almost all forces in Katris City. (To be continued)...
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