Chapter 150 Are there any masters?

"Who the hell are you."

In a dim basement, Foley felt a sharp pain and then woke up. A man was sitting in front of him. The oil lamp behind him was the only light source in the room. Under the backlight, the man was just a blurry figure in Foley's eyes.

"The 2251nd Crusader Expedition, temporary number Centurion."

Foley glanced at the unconscious teammates around him, then looked at the figure in the dark and said so.

This is the unit number on their documents. The situation is unclear now, and they must not reveal their identities at all costs.

The figure in the darkness sighed.

"Why bother?"

The figure in the dark sighed, making Foley nervous.

He had also seen the two interrogators from the Crusaders here before, and now he just hoped that the interrogators here would not be as cruel to humans as they were to the elves.

A flash of sword light passed by, and the chains that were originally tied to Foley were cut off.

This made him feel a little embarrassed. When he answered just now, he had already untied the chains that bound him without making a sound.

Although these chains are engraved with runes that suppress supernatural powers, for a Shadow Crow, even if he loses his supernatural powers, unlocking these chains is still the most basic skill.

But the problem he was facing now was not the chain, but the man in front of him.

They had encountered this man before while searching a corner of the camp that was blocked by building materials, and then they lost consciousness before they even had a chance to signal.

Foley was trying hard to recall the information about these Crusaders in the pre-mission briefing. Most of these Crusaders were composed of grassroots clergy and priests. The highest rank was only a tenth-level high priest, and that high priest did not use a sword.

Sword lights came one after another, and Fulai found that he had no way to dodge. The sword lights cut through his armor, and with the sound of clanging, the armor fragments fell to the ground.

"As expected, you are not from the Sun God Cult."

The man in front of him picked up the pieces of armor on the ground and said with great confidence.

"Temporary number 2251..."

Foley could only repeat the number on his file again. He could only try to delay time and wait for his companions to discover the abnormality, whether it was to rescue them directly or break out of the Crusader camp and seek the Duke's intervention.

But before he could finish, he was interrupted.

What interrupted him was the sword in the man's hand.

"The armor you wear is not true Skitarii armor."

"Impossible, these armors..."

Foley subconsciously wanted to refute, but was interrupted again.

"You mean, these armors are sourced from the same sources and made with the same craftsmanship as the real Skitarii armors, right?"

Changjian continued to talk incessantly, as if he hadn't spoken like this for a long time and was a little frustrated.

"These armors are indeed no different from the ones you just equipped to the Skitarii. You even sprinkled holy water from the Sun God Cult on them to simulate the illusion that there is a little divine power lingering on them. But unfortunately, the armor that has been used by the Skitarii for a long time will undergo some slight changes under the influence of the power of faith."

Fulai frowned. He realized what the long sword in front of him was - a soul weapon. Many of these things carried ancient knowledge. However, there was no such thing in the knowledge he had learned about the Sun God Cult. He did not respond, lest the other party was just deceiving him.

"Don't struggle. Although the low-level Skitarii themselves cannot sense it, there will be tiny dots of sunlight in the metal of their armor. This little bit of sunlight is not conspicuous and can only be seen the moment the armor is cut. Soon, it will blend into the normal sunlight around it."

Foley was shaken. It seemed that the long sword in front of him knew a lot about the Sun God Cult.

"Okay, tell me who you are. Are you from the Principality, or from the elves? Or are you part of the new army Shadow Crow has set up to target the Cult of the Sun?"

Finally, Foley couldn't hold it anymore. The existence of the unit they belonged to was highly confidential. Only the leader of the Shadow Crow Mercenary Group and Lania knew all the information. Only people approved by the two of them would know some information about this unit depending on the circumstances.

"Who are you?"

The figure opposite showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and wiped his face. A faint fluctuation of magic power flashed and then disappeared, as if some magic on his face was wiped off.

Then, Foley saw a familiar face.

The reason why he looked familiar was not because he had seen the man in front of him before, but because in their training subjects, this face was one of those that had to be remembered.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Reinhardt, an ordinary adventurer. My current mission is to investigate the changes in the Sun God Cult."

Foley looked carefully at the face in front of him.

"There is no trace of disguise, and it is completely consistent with the portrait. There is no distortion and instability in the details that are inevitable in spell illusions. There is a soul weapon, which looks like an ordinary fine steel sword. It should be the real person."

Foley breathed a sigh of relief. Reinhardt had a very close relationship with Queen Lannia, and it was almost impossible for him to stand on the side of the Kingdom and Lannia. Rather, according to the Shadow Crows' predictions, Reinhardt was likely to become a member of the royal family.

"Shadow Crow vs. the Sun God Cult Special Forces, Captain Foley of the Second Squadron, Third Team, these are my team members next to you."

"Is it really that unit?"

Reinhardt casually swung out a few sword flashes, cutting off the chains on the others.

"You guys really imitated it. At that time, I really thought that the Sun God Cult discovered that someone was hiding in their abandoned camp and was searching for him."

Reinhardt said, motioning for Foley to wake up their companions.

"If I hadn't noticed something was wrong, you would have had to lie here until your companions came and found you."

It seems that this long sword really knows a lot about the little secrets of the Sun God Cult. Foley wants to hear what else he can say. All this knowledge will become their weapon against the Sun God Cult.

But Reinhardt interrupted the chattering sword.

"What is your mission? These followers of the Sun God Cult should not interfere with the operation of the Principality."

"Our mission is to rescue the elves imprisoned here. If the rescue fails, we must create enough chaos to allow the elves to find a gap in the defense and force a rescue."

Reinhardt shook his head.

"Don't even think about rescuing him directly."

The sound of the long sword rang out again.

"You have been exposed."

(End of this chapter)