Oscar's death was very tragic, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a shocking one.

In addition to the separation of the body, his clothes were also scratched, revealing his scarred body.

But the most eye-catching thing is the arm next to his body.

White and slender.

Originally, Martin cut the palm and knuckles of his arm with a dagger, but now he has recovered as if he has not been injured.

The broken arm is covered with dense granulation.

These granulations were still squirming, sucking blood from the corpse from Oscar's neck...

Just in a short time just now, Martin had confirmed that this arm does not have life characteristics.

At least [ask a question] is invalid for it.

However, this arm has some strange nature.

When Martin tried to tweak it with the sword edge, it seemed to feel danger and would take the initiative to avoid it.

This made Martin feel like it was a living creature.

After Oscar died, it took the initiative to escape from the corpse and then absorbed fresh blood from the corpse's neck.

The white fingers still trembled from time to time.

Anyway, this thing reveals a smell of evil.

Martin also found the faint source of the paint smell, which was emitted from this hand.

Bishop Aslan walked into the room and his eyes immediately fell on the arm.

His brows sank, and there were more wrinkles on his forehead.

"Is this something on him?" Bishop Aslan asked.

Martin nodded and asked, "What is this?"

Bishop Aslan paused, frowned slightly and replied, "A man-made extraordinary object is the work of the Val sect."

Val Sect!

One of the five major cults!

Now, among the five cults, I have seen four of them, and only the Chaos believers have not yet appeared.

These cults are too active!

Didn't it mean that it acts mysteriously?

Why did he become so unscrupulous after arriving in Faralinburg?!

Martin secretly complained in his heart.

From Oscars, Martin remembered Kent Samuel again.

In this way, this Viscount, who loves painting, should be a member of the Val sect!

So, were they planning the ceremony a while ago?

They also want to see Faralin fall into the hands of the Lance...

Martin remembered the captain's introduction to the cult.

Corruption, depravity, and likes to make various parts of the human body into extraordinary objects.

Especially the extraordinary...

Is this arm in front of me also an extraordinary item?

But Martin didn't feel any fluctuations in it.

As the arms were drawn, the blood in the corpse had almost flowed.

The granulation seemed to have reached into the blood vessels in the neck and actively sucked the remaining blood inside the corpse.

Gradually, even the corpse seemed to have lost its moisture too much and became a little shriveled.

But the body shape of the arm that had sucked so much blood did not change at all. It was still so slender and fair, and it looked extremely weird.

Bishop Aslan waved his hand, and the power of time spread rapidly, wrapping his arms around.

The granulation seemed to have noticed something and retracted from the blood vessels.

But it was restricted for a long time and its movements became slower and slower.

After Bishop Aslan put his arms in a cloth bag with a clock pattern, he wrapped the bag with a strong force of time and sealed his arm. Then Martin suddenly remembered that they seemed to have forgotten one person.

Hahns!

"There is also a collaborator who is running away..."

Before Martin could finish his words, he saw Bishop Aslan look up at the stairs.

"Is it a short and fat middle-aged man?" he asked.

Martin nodded quickly.

Bishop Aslan seemed to be able to see what had happened before in the room.

The old man's eyes became extremely deep. He took a step forward, and as soon as he raised his foot, his figure gradually faded and then disappeared completely.

Another kind of time-related ability...

Martin guessed in his heart, a little surprised.

However, this way of performance made it difficult for him to guess what kind of ability it was.

After a few breaths, a dull collision sounded outside the door.

It was Hahns who was thrown to the ground, and his round body fell directly from the air.

At this moment, his face became like the cooked shrimp.

However, he was also influenced by the power of time, and his movements became extremely slow and he could not even make a sound...

A few minutes later, Mike and Fry, who were rushing all the way, also arrived at the scene.

There were already garrison members outside the door who set up a cordon... Now they should be called a security team member.

After seeing Casan and Martin in the room, they were obviously relieved, and then greeted Bishop Aslan and Tiya respectively.

In the room at this time, Oscar's body was still lying on the ground.

Hahns sat on the broken sofa, and Martin stood on the edge of the coffee table, staring at Hahns condescendingly.

A torture is underway here.

In fact, there is no question about torture, because Harns almost answers questions and dare not hide anything.

Martin was too lazy to use his ability to ask a question.

"...You mean, Oscars came to you shortly before we came?" Martin asked.

"Yes, it's probably less than ten minutes earlier." Hahns nodded quickly and said quickly.

"What is his purpose?" Martin asked again.

"He threatened me to obey him, and asked me to do something," Hahns replied.

"What's the matter?" Martin asked.

Hahns looked up at Martin, swallowed his saliva and said, "He asked me to go to Shijiang Hall, join Shijiang Squad, and find an opportunity to approach a team member named Martin."

Harns had just realized from the names of several people around him that the young man in front of him was "Martin" as Oscar said.

Is the target?

Martin frowned subconsciously, unable to help but feel a little confused.

Judging from the performance when they first met, Oscar probably didn't know him.

Then this order should come from the Val sect behind him.

But he has never dealt with the Val Sect, so why has this cult also targeted him?!

Did I dig out the ancestral graves of these cult organizations?

In addition to doubts, Martin also felt a deep sense of helplessness.

When I came to this world, I just wanted to survive, but why did there be a cult that would make me unable to get along with him!

First there was a fantasy, then the Fire of Modes, and now there is another Val sect.

Fortunately, at least the righteous god is standing by his side.

Although these righteous gods are not reliable now, at least they are on the side of justice...

Martin turned his head and looked at Bishop Aslan, and he shook his head and signaled that he didn't know the specific reason.

"Have he told you why he should approach me and what to do after approaching me?" Martin asked with a serious expression on Haas again.

Hahns shook his head quickly and looked at Martin with a panic look: "No, before you could say it, you are here. He asked me to find a way to lead you upstairs..."
To be continued...