Chapter 1026: The shadow of Dunwich (on)

High Inquisitor Stephen Blackhart opened his eyes and started hunting.
Intelligence debris surrounds him, and images and summary data extend into the distance in the holographic field of vision of the tactical eyepiece. Ok once again attacked the power station south of Dunwich, the Titan Ghost Spider repulsed the raid, a division was hit hard, and Agent Ok also destroyed an airport.
Not ideal, but better than the original consequences.
He observed through the sentinel flying insects that he scattered outside, and his vision became many planes.
Sixteen hours ago, when he began to think that they might have found himself, he released these tiny creatures into the sewage system in Dunwich.
These small metal insects stay in key locations throughout the city. They monitor and recognize every face they see without failing to listen to every sound.
The sewage system in Dunwich is very large, and it is simply incredible.
Its original purpose was only to treat domestic sewage in the city, but nowadays, these sewers and well pits contain a lot of dirty power.
The Tribunal is already wondering whether it was planned so deliberately when the city was built? Does it deliberately leave room for evil to grow?
Stephen Blackhart is one of the high-ranking judges who maintains a positive attitude towards this. According to his observations for many days, there are some sneaky crowds in these tunnels. They seem to have a large number of secret entrances into and out of the city, and they often appear in the war zone.
Sometimes he was moving the corpse, and sometimes he was fighting against Ok.
In a sense, Dunwich has become a cage. No matter anyone, as long as they are in this cage, they must fight against the beasts that wander outside the cage.
Now what Stephen is monitoring is the largest possible nest of blood worship, it is located in the deepest underground tunnel network.
He has been here since the first reinforcements arrived in Dunwich.
Other judges like to call him "Lord Lord", and he prefers the nickname "Compound Eye". Through the eyes of the mechanical insect swarm, he was able to weave a net to hunt his target, and these mechanical insects are from the relics of the ancient long night of the Civic Temple, and manipulate these insects.
A large number of electronic components need to be implanted in the brain. Due to the loss of technology, this operation becomes very dangerous.
Stephen Blackhart is the only lucky one out of a thousand candidates.
His goal is a group of cultists who have infiltrated the urban areas that have not been affected by the war. These people specialize in subversion, corruption and destruction.
They are not the given goals, but they are identified and selected by him.
This concept still made her uncomfortable.
In fact, there is no upper-lower affiliation within the courtroom of the Kaimeng Church. Each judge is directly responsible for the church, but sometimes the pope will be appointed as a high-ranking judge, with high-level authority to mobilize resources within the courtroom.
This situation is not common.
A high-level inquisitor is also responsible for the identification and execution of the target. Once the end of a certain target is completed, he will choose the next one. Repeatedly, from the end to the end, it has been extended until his high-level authority The state is revoked.
The death caused by a high-ranking judge is usually like the reward brought by an angel who follows the divine will, both as an eye for observation and a hand for execution.
Stephen Blackhart was appointed a high-ranking judge two years ago and has been killed to this day.
Sometimes he feels that his current state is similar to that of Oak, who is besieging Dunwich, and breeds and changes, causing death indefinitely.
He understood why his actions were necessary in such a war, but he did not like it.
When the city filled his perception, Stephen Blackhart just let it stay on the edge of consciousness for a second.
There is nothing unusual here, and he has not seen any changes in the huge data stream.
He focused his attention on the headquarters of Dunwich.
It looked crowded there, and from his perspective he could see the tension of those faces, and the curve of his face turned into a shadow ravine in the dim light.
No one speaks.
He could even hear the rustling of clothing when someone moved the center of gravity, and the staff officers who were buried in the war messages and reports were all sleepy.
Stephen Blackhart can almost taste the fragile atmosphere in the room.
After another five minutes, the battle report from the rear will arrive.
After an hour, the commanders will be able to start measuring whether the outcome is victory or defeat.
The result will naturally be failure.
Stephen Blackhart has understood that the attack launched by Oak is premeditated, and not by chance.
Guk may know earlier than most of the human forces currently rumbled towards the interception position. It is already an illusion to defend Ilykes. Continued investment will only consume valuable mobile troops. Once Victorian State is smashed , Dunwich's perseverance will no longer be meaningful.
But the meaningless blockade was still initiated, and Stephen had no doubts about his prediction.
Someone is manipulating this war and directing the results to the worst and worst.
He switched between other perspectives.
Armory No. 1 is empty, except for some machines that have been damaged so badly that they cannot drive away the machine.
In the military of the garrison troops, some people were sleeping under tattered blankets.
The biggest bar in the city is still noisy.
There is no situation, no trace of his suspicion is right.
But that feeling still exists, just like the hunt for those cultists in the past, instinct tickles on the edge of consciousness.
Somewhere in this city, there is at least one high-level blood worship elder, maybe even the elders of the five rings, and they also know that Stephen is here.
As a judge, a killer who relies on intelligence, he uses possibilities, predictions, and data networks.
Uncertainty bothered him, and the lack made him more worried. That is what looked back at him from the data, but where there should have been a blank, as if someone had eliminated it from reality.
The senior members of the blood worship are here, and they did not even cast a shadow.
This is not ideal, not at all.
That means they are very close and already understand his actions.
It is even possible...
"Damn!"
Stephen took the visor off his eyes, folded it and put it away, and then slid down the maintenance grille down the pipeline ~EbookFREE.me~ The grille moved away, and he landed in the middle of the empty passage below.
It was empty at least two seconds ago.
When he fell from the ceiling, he saw the three figures, all of them were motionless, and their gray outlines were blurry, like graphite coated on paper.
At the moment of jumping, the time seemed to be stretched, and various inferences were spinning in his brain.
They must have been here for some time, long enough to make their hidden image disappear in the data transmitted by mechanical insects, so long that he could not see them.
That means that they have premeditated, they have been tracking, and predict his actions.
Smart guy.
Stephen thought, and heard the crisp sound of the bolt starting.
After a breath, he fell to the floor.