Dark Light Chaser.

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Seeing the tyrant charging straight at him, Ai Liang didn't throw the telekinetic spear this time. Instead, he held it in his hand and took the initiative to meet it.

The magician and others could see through the Countermeasures Bureau's intentions, and so could Ai Liang herself.

Ai Liang has already proven his strength in actual combat. If he goes all out, he can at least keep two or more apostles here forever.

But Ai Liang's main goal was never to fight the Apostles to the death.

He was willing to be Yue Yangyan's pawn mainly to buy time to find a way for the Countermeasures Bureau to control the two sisters.

Therefore, the longer the battle with the Apostles lasts, the better.

Besides, being half a step ahead is genius, but being ten steps ahead will only make you look crazy.

Ai Liang was certain that if he had single-handedly killed the four apostles below, the Countermeasures Bureau would have dealt with him in the same way as the next Thousand-Faced Man.

Because rulers will never let their guard down around people who are beyond their control.

The tyrant showed no fear when Ai Liang got close.

With a face as stern as a mechanical mind, he raised his hand and summoned a black cube that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Having learned from the experience of having their original body annihilated before, even the most foolish person knows not to try to withstand it with their body.

Although it's unclear what Ai Liang's purpose was in choosing close combat, it's still better than being pierced through by a telekinetic spear several kilometers away.

There was a loud bang.

The cube, which was originally similar to a 3x3 Rubik's Cube, expanded in an instant and transformed into a circular metal shield.

The telekinetic spear slammed heavily onto the shield, but to Ai Liang's surprise, it didn't shatter.

Even though the psychic spear in his hand wasn't as solid as the one he had previously projected, it wasn't something that could be blocked by everything.

The cube in the tyrant's hand is probably a bizarre object comparable to the Bureau of Countermeasures' top-tier bizarre armor.

As the first to utilize supernatural powers, the Apostles have no reason to lag behind the Countermeasures Bureau and the Special Affairs Bureau in the research of supernatural objects.

It wasn't too surprising that Ai Liang could bring out something like this.

While Ai Liang was distracted, the Tyrant seized the opportunity to use his shield to send Ai Liang flying.

The next second, the shield transformed again into a two-handed greatsword.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The tyrant defied the laws of physics, leaping through bursts of air to strike Ai Liang and then sweeping across her.

Swish!
Clang!

The giant sword and the layer of psychic energy rubbed against each other in the air, creating white smoke.

Just then, spikes sprouted from the hilt of the greatsword and pierced the tyrant's hand with a soft thud, beginning to drain his power.

A flicker of pain crossed the usually expressionless tyrant's face, and at the same time, the blade of the greatsword glowed red.

Ai Liang didn't know what abilities the giant sword formed from the cube had, but it certainly wouldn't have any beauty or skincare effects.

Ai Liang raised his arm, and the telekinetic spear transformed into a long sword, slicing off half of the tyrant's head with a single stroke.

Even so, the tyrant did not loosen his grip.

"Haha!"

The tyrant roared, and the crimson greatsword seemed to respond to him, becoming even brighter.

After the red light faded, the tyrant deliberately severed his hands to distance himself from Ai Liang. After his two hands, which were pinned to the hilt of the giant sword, were completely devoured, the giant sword transformed back into a cube and floated quietly in front of Ai Liang.

Ai Liang glanced at her chopped waist.

The greatsword's attack did not penetrate the telekinetic defenses, and he himself did not experience any discomfort from being cursed or weakened.

It was as if the tyrant's performance just now was merely a joke he was playing on him.

Ai Liang frowned and cautiously used her telekinesis to completely seal the cube.

The tyrant voluntarily sacrificed part of his body, presumably to activate some kind of ability of the cube.

An apostle, or even a high-ranking apostle like a tyrant, whose power is activated through self-sacrifice.

Ai Liang didn't dare say she could completely ignore it.

After all, telekinesis is impeccable in physical defense, but it becomes troublesome when it encounters curses or negative energy that are neither physical nor mental.

The bizarre abilities are incredibly diverse; who knows what kind of strange abilities they might possess?

In contrast to Ai Liang's caution, the tyrant's face showed obvious emotional fluctuations.

He stared intently at Ai Liang without blinking: "Who exactly are you?"

who am I?
This seemingly nonsensical question gave Ai Liang a sense of familiarity with the cube in front of her.

His intuition told him that he could use this strange object.

"C3 Anti-Magic Body?"

A name that Ai Liang had never heard before came out of his mouth.

Even Ai Liang herself was stunned after saying that.

"You know about this strange object."

The tyrant revealed an expression that said, "I knew it," and said, "You really are favored by Gaia."

Favored by the Man of a Thousand Faces?
Ai Liang's face instantly turned cold: "What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?"

The tyrant, no longer displaying his previous solemnity and indifference, grinned and chuckled, "You'll probably have to ask Ghar or Gaia himself about that. I don't know much about Gaia..."

"Feitian! Come here right now!"

Before the tyrant could finish speaking, the magician sent him a retreat signal through an inscription.

That wasn't all. The magician, worried that the tyrant wouldn't be able to escape, used an unstable spatial portal to swallow the tyrant whole.

He only spoke halfway through his sentence, still referring to his special relationship with the Thousand-Faced Man.

Recalling the incredibly lenient recruitment conditions that the Thousand-Faced Man had given her in the past, Ai Liang's mood plummeted like a rollercoaster.

"Did I let you go?"

Ai Liang said in a chilling tone.

He simply raised his hand and squeezed, and a psychic force even larger than the one he used to kill his disciples spread across the entire sea area centered on his body.

The tyrant, who had already entered the portal, was forcibly "squeezed" out like toothpaste.

The word "squeezed" here is not an adjective, but rather a description of the scene.

Fortunately, the tyrant is not human, otherwise the scene would not have passed censorship without being censored.

“Listen, hermit, we do not wish to be your enemy.”

As the tyrant reappeared, the magician also jumped out from another portal, carrying the nearly delirious Janus in his hand.

"You should know that the Countermeasures Bureau hasn't shown up yet because they want us to fight each other to the death so they can come out and take advantage of the situation. Even if you kill us, can you guarantee that the Countermeasures Bureau will show you any goodwill? They only trust their own people!"

"That's not what I want to hear."

Ai Liang picked up the C3 Anti-Magic Body and used his fingers to transform it into various shapes.

The strange creature, which could only be controlled by an apostle sacrificing his own body, became as docile as a pet dog he had raised from a puppy in his hands.

A few months ago, Ai Liang had the same feeling when she helped Mu Si remove the mark.

He originally thought it was because he had gained control of the imprint, but now it seems that it was not.

Ai Liang must figure out what her relationship with the Thousand-Faced Man really is.

He didn't want to be a puppet whose life was controlled by others.

(End of this chapter)