Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 649 North Pole
Before he finished speaking, the Trickster stepped out of the portal and glanced at Janus.

Caught red-handed talking behind someone's back, he wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, he brazenly reached out to the cunning master: "Got the stuff? Let me see what kind of trump card is worth making a special trip for you."

Crackling sound.

A sharp, electric-like crack rang out in the air.

Janus staggered back two steps, clutching his head: "Damn it! That hurts when you hit someone out of the blue!"

Without a word, the treacher delivered another mental piercing attack, but the second attack was blocked by Janus, who was on guard.

Janus stretched out his right hand and conjured a magma spear, which he hurled at the cunning master in retaliation.

Thump! Snap!

The magma spear pierced through the treacher's body and slammed into the wall behind him.

"What the hell is this? Where is your original body?"

Janus opened his mouth, frowned, his face contorted, and spoke in a very unfriendly tone.

The treacher's body rippled with waves, like some kind of three-dimensional projection, and Janus could only vaguely perceive a small piece of solid matter.

Don't you think you're being a bit too nosy?

The cunning man walked away with a look of disgust, distancing himself from Janus.

Clearly, she wasn't going to offer an explanation.

Janus already had a psychological aversion to Ai Liang and didn't want to fight her head-on. Now, seeing the cunning master blatantly using clones to fool people, he immediately felt resentful.

So he shouted loudly without any mercy.

"Hey! How can this be called meddling? In the upcoming battle, everyone will be using their main bodies while you're the only one using clones. Are you doing this on purpose because you're afraid of dying?!"

“Janus,” the magician interrupted, “Aurora doesn’t not want to fight in her true form; it’s related to her abilities, so don’t ask any more questions.”

"Why? Is her ability something that can't be talked about?" Janus asked, unwilling to give up.

"Have you forgotten the rules of our Apostles? Do not rashly inquire about the other party's abilities without their consent."

The magician grabbed Janus's arm and forcibly pulled him back.

"It's not convenient for a cunning master to reveal their abilities, otherwise they'll easily become a target, so the fewer people who know about them, the better."

"Then how do you know?"

Janus was a little depressed; he felt as if he had been ostracized in some way.

This child has really gone mad.

The magician patted Janus's head: "Because with my strength, I cannot be captured, and my information will not be leaked, so I naturally know your abilities."

And unlike you, I don't talk nonsense and blurt out everything.

"Tsk, the war is about to start, can't you say something nice?"

Janus, having broken free of the magician's restraints, clicked his tongue impatiently.

Despite his foolishness, Janus at least didn't cause any trouble when it came to getting things done.

As the portal opened, a biting north wind howled out and lashed Janus's face, whipping his hair up like a broom.

Janus wiped the snowflakes off his face and was the first to step into the portal.

The tyrant, the magician, and the cunning man followed closely behind.

The four people landed on a giant ice floe that was covered in ice and snow for three or four kilometers.

The environment around them was not like that depicted in documentaries or movies, where there were various kinds of animals.

There are no Arctic foxes, Arctic hares, Arctic owls, or polar bears to be seen.

Everywhere you look, there are broken white patches, and apart from schools of fish underwater, there are no land creatures to be seen.

After everyone had passed through the portal, Janus, his silliness from the base gone, asked with a serious face, "Can you sense the location of the DX test subjects?"

When Janus asked the question, the treacher didn't retort this time: "No."

The tyrant and the magician shook their heads slightly, indicating that neither of them could sense it either.

Janus raised his palm, activating his mark and connecting with everyone.

Janus originally gave the mark to Mus, but when he was resurrected, the Thousand-Faced Man casually created another mark for him.

Although the inscription is just a small tool for the apostles to make daily life easier, it is still one of the symbols of the apostles' identity.

Even if the engraving is given away, the Thousand-Faced Man will quickly replace it.

By imprinting the spiritual world within, Janus uploaded the aura he sensed from the crystal.

Three spiritual tendrils connected to it in turn.

"Can you sense the coordinates of the DX test subjects now?" Janus asked.

The magician was the first to exit the imprinted mental world: "No problem, as long as you keep the crystal active, we can keep track of the DX test subject's location."

The tyrant and the cunning master remained silent, but they clearly acquiesced to the magician's statement.

With the positioning methods in place, the next step is to assign combat roles.

The magician, as the acting leader, naturally took on the job.

“Janus’s spatial abilities are not very useful in the battle against the Hermit. As long as the Hermit uses the same technique that solidified space last time, his combat power is even less than that of the Fusion Warrior.”

Furthermore, the Hermit is very likely to target Janus first in order to cut off our means of rapid movement, so Janus, you don't need to be on the front lines this time.

Find a place to hide nearby, and I will transmit real-time footage to you through the link between the imprints.

Your main task this time is to leave us a way out. If there are any casualties, I will temporarily hold off the Hermit. You should immediately take your people and leave this place to prevent the Countermeasures Bureau from taking advantage of the situation.

Furthermore, the Hermit should know that I also possess spatial abilities. During combat, I can disguise myself as someone using spatial abilities, allowing you to provide remote assistance through images transmitted via imprints.

After speaking, the magician turned to the tyrant: "Feitian, you're in charge of confronting the Hermit head-on. Of the four of us, you're the most likely to withstand the Hermit's attack. Is that alright?"

The tyrant crossed his arms and nodded slightly.

"The hermit's abilities are very likely more than one, but no matter how many abilities he has, there will inevitably be an output limit when using them."

When he uses his telekinetic-like attack abilities at full power, his mental defenses may be significantly weakened.

Aurora, you are responsible for mentally disrupting the Hermit while we fight.

Even if it's impossible to break through his mental defenses immediately, it can force him to divert some of his energy to his mental abilities, relieving pressure on Fei Tian in a direct confrontation.

"I understand," the treacher replied calmly, pulling down his hat brim.

"I will participate in the direct battle against the Hermit alongside Feitian. If Feitian's recovery speed cannot keep up, I can temporarily use Feitian's abilities to withstand the pressure and buy time."

That's the general battle plan. We'll adapt to unforeseen circumstances and follow my instructions. Any further questions?

After the magician finished speaking, he looked at the crowd and prepared to ask for their opinions.

Tenosynovitis is really painful...

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