Goblin Dependency

Neum, Moon God Church.

"The situation is already beyond our ability to handle."

Isidor's expression was serious. The surface of the solemn and exquisitely crafted priest's robe still retained strands of silvery white sacred glow, under the moonlight, giving a divine aesthetic.

However, paired with his currently pale, bloodless face, slightly trembling fingertips, and the sheen of sweat on his forehead, it presented a stark contrast.

"You are to immediately block the nearby streets with your men, evacuate the civilians, and at the same time send someone to the city hall to contact Mr. Wakefield."

"Although it's not solely dependent on increasing numbers to solve it, we need a large number of guards to maintain order in the city and deal with possible unrest."

Facing this, the middle-aged man dressed as a sheriff, who stood in front of him with lingering drowsiness in his eyes, couldn't help but frown and say:

"At this critical juncture, wanting to mobilize city defense..."

"This is an emergency!"

Perceiving the other's concern, Isidor interrupted directly without waiting for him to finish.

The cold moonlight silently scattered over his face, the dazzling shimmer from the floor's glass fragments momentarily flashing by.

The sheriff subconsciously glanced at the shattered glass stained glass window behind the priest.

Suddenly shivering, his mind, confused after being abruptly awakened at night, instantly became clear.

Realizing he said something foolish, he couldn't help but raise a hand to forcefully slap his own forehead.

"Understood, I will go right away!"

Compared to the turbulent undercurrents within the city's upper echelons during this time, the Moon God Church, now with high-level professionals stationed, encountering such a change that may affect the entire district, undoubtedly holds the highest priority.

He slept in a daze, thinking only to avoid becoming entangled in those Big Shots' games, and neglected the severity of the current situation.

If it's truly as the priest said, perhaps it's the "Evil God descending"...

Even being slightly careless in handling this, including himself, the entire West City District's residents would be in trouble.

Thinking of this, the sheriff's heart couldn't help but falter.

Considering whether to go home and have his parents and wife hide outside the city for a few days.

He moved his feet, half-turned his body, then suddenly paused:

"May I ask... is there anything we need to pay attention to?"

As a sheriff with a high professional level, even if the priest's speculation isn't accurate, those who can stir such events within the Moon God Church obviously aren't something he can deal with by leading a few ordinary guards who haven't killed anyone.

Before heading out, anxiety was inevitable.

Gaze fixed upon the silver-white mist floating above the church hall.

Upon hearing the sheriff's words, Isidor sighed imperceptibly.

"I've already told you the specific image, a golden-haired Elf."

"If you do encounter them... don't obstruct, it's best to avoid close contact, just signal to the superiors."

"Otherwise, it will only increase casualties needlessly."

"I have already contacted Deepwater City, someone from the Church will be arriving soon, as for the rest... there's no need to worry."

With this, Isidor's tone paused, transitioning from its previous haste to a more solemn manner.

"If possible, please lead the guards in maintaining order in the city, I will also provide you with corresponding assistance."

Such events potentially involving Divine levels, even for Isidor, with years of priest experience, it's his first encounter.

But examples recorded in church books, coupled with experiences gleaned from colleagues during studies in Deepwater City, made him aware.

In large cities like Neum, experiencing such malicious events, often direct harm to the city itself and its residents comes not from the attackers themselves.

But from chaotic civilians and low-level professionals in an unstable order afterward.

Knowing well of the sheriff's capabilities, Isidor did not hope for the other to substantively impact the event's progression, maintaining order and protecting the innocent residents would already be very commendable.

Upon hearing the priest speak, the sheriff wasted no more time.

Nimbly bowing in salute, he then led a squad of guards and charged out of the church.

At this moment, it was merely dozens of minutes since the resurrection ritual concluded.

—Including the time taken for the two fainted individuals on the scene to be awakened by the clergy who heard the commotion from the rear chapel.

Outside the church, the sound of hurried, dense footsteps, accompanied by shouts laden with vulgarities, along with the collisions of metals in motion reached faintly.

The originally pitch-black houses of the adjacent residential areas were now illuminated by uneasy lights.

The internal unrest caused by the sudden change in situation resonated further due to the agitation in the air.

Lips moved slightly, muttering a couple of prayers, easing somewhat.

Gaze shifted to the front row of the hall, to the unmoving figure seated in the shadow of the colonnade.

Isidor stepped forward gradually:

"How are you, anything wrong?"

Cornell sat alone in the corner, head bowed, one hand supporting his forehead, looking pale and terrifying.

Teeth clenched, veins protruding on his neck, seemingly enduring some kind of pain.

"I'm fine, just a bit mentally exhausted."

"But I suspect there may be other effects, given that thing..."

"Once back in Huancai City, we'll conduct a detailed check again."

Isidor nodded, his right hand lightly placing over his chest holy emblem, frowning slightly, a touch of silvery white light descended from the dome, falling upon the mage.

With a breath, Cornell's complexion had improved considerably.