Chapter 1696: 462 God of Murder’s Doppelganger

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The night was deep.

On the deserted streets,

a carriage sped past.

If your vision were strong enough, you could clearly see the details on the speeding carriage–

The headless coachman sat in the driver’s seat, occasionally whipping the reins forward;

An empty-eyed archer crouched on the roof, staring blankly around;

The carriage was empty.

Only the twisted space and blurred colors in the seats made one aware that there might be something terribly powerful lurking inside.

Clop, clop, clop!

The carriage flew past one street after another.

Drawing the gaze of countless watchers in the darkness.

Then it aimlessly rushed to the next stop.

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Suddenly,

a huge beam of white light pierced down from the sky, clearly illuminating the monsters on the earth.

The shadows exposed under the light hurriedly scattered.

The beam of white light didn’t seem to want to chase these shadows.

It swiftly followed in the direction of the carriage.

However, the carriage was running too fast.

Before long,

the flashlight-like white light lost sight of the carriage and could only swing aimlessly above the vast ruins of the Old Theater District.

“How arrogant…”

Above the sky,

inside a slowly floating Magic Balloon, two Air Elements were yawning on top of the balloon.

The insignia of the Truth Sect hung on the canvas had long been half-faded.

The maxim of the Innocent Balance below was also incomplete and damage.

Inside the basket,

two men dressed in the deep blue coats and trousers characteristic of the Truth Sect were adjusting the angle of the high-altitude spotlight.

They were field members of the “Innocent Balance.”

The “Innocent Balance,” as the violent arm of the Truth Sect, adjudicated heretics, usually had a lowpresence in Canning, the city of order.

It was mainly because the Truth Sect had ceded most of the city’s law enforcement powers to the Ingram family-led Elemental Law Enforcement Team.

They only dealt with matters directly related to the Truth Sect.

But this time was different.

After Canning implemented a curfew,

the number of Magic Balloons floating in the sky at night had multiplied many times.

Most of them were field members of the “Innocent Balance” patrolling the peace.

This Magic Balloon, numbered 897, was no exception.

In the basket of the balloon stood a middle-aged man and a young hot-blooded fellow.

Seeing the shadow of the carriage quickly disappear into the white light,

the young man couldn’t help murmuring,

“Just like that, blatantly spreading the message, it’s like they don’t see us or the city lords at all…”

“These damn criminals!”

“Sometimes I think we’re just overthinking, maybe they’re just bluffing?”

“We should just arrest them!”

The middle-aged man smiled faintly,

“Stay calm, restrained, remain humble.”

The young man pursed his lips.

But he didn’t argue.

Because that was one of the maxims members of the Truth Church had to adhere to.

“If they dare to act so recklessly in the city, they must be either madmen or powerful beings very confident in their own strength. Which do you think is more likely?” the middle-aged man sighed and asked patiently.

The young man still looked unconvinced,

“Even if they are powerful, they shouldn’t trample on Canning’s laws like this!”

He appeared indignant.

Yet the middle-aged man couldn’t help but laugh out loud,

“Laws?”

“Haven’t the Ingrams trampled on laws before?”

“When was your sense of order so strong then?”

The young man’s face turned red.

He muttered,

“It’s different!”

“They, they are outsiders…”

The middle-aged man lazily scoffed,

“So it’s okay for insiders, but not for outsiders?”

“Give it up, Weining, there’s nothing different. Put away that sense of empathy you picked up from who knows where.”

“Looking like this, if I were to tell you about my latest discovery, would you jump straight down to chase after the owner of that carriage?”

Weining was stunned,

“What have you discovered?”

The middle-aged man took a notebook from a nearby hook and quickly wrote a few lines, then replied,

“The coachman, that Headless Man, his identity is very likely related to the Ingram family…”

He hadn’t finished speaking,

when Weining couldn’t help but retort,

“How could the Ingram family possibly be involved with these evil syndicates?”

The middle-aged man glanced at him,

his tone was still casual,

“Yes, the Ingram family certainly wouldn’t be complicit, but a dead Ingram is a different story.”

“In fact, I suspect that the coachman is our former city lord who went missing half a year ago, the beloved young Mr. Ingram…”

“But now, he has probably become an undead, which suggests that the owner of the carriage must be a necromancer.”

Weining’s pupils contracted.

His face showed discomfort, terror, anger, confusion, all of which finally turned into faint fear.

He fell silent as a result.

“Now you know to stay calm?”

The older man chuckled.

Weining looked a bit embarrassed,

“Young Mr. Ingram is a Legendary Summoner, the pride of Canning. I can’t believe he would become a puppet of a necromancer…”

His words said so,

but his tone had softened quite a bit.

“Good, from your reaction, there’s still hope for you. You won’t end up like those blockheads who have nothing in their minds but honor, truth, or order.”