I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 915, Section 910: The Burning Sky

These are the two most likely scenarios, and also almost impossible, but that doesn't mean Maren is completely without concerns. He is more worried about the potential negative consequences of simply waking up his memories than about the "evil" nature of these divine fists.

In addition, God Fist may also be in some special abnormal state, causing him to do things that are bound to be contrary to his expectations, and to find out these things, he must go back to the past.

Of course, even with all these ambiguities, the Divine Fist can already be used as a weapon in practice.

After all, he might encounter some truly desperate situations where he has no choice but to accept them, to the point that he has no right to consider any consequences. Even if the divine fist were to destroy the world, he would still have to try to awaken it.

In that situation, he also had his last trump card.

Over the next few days, Ma En continued to keep a close eye on the situation of Shen Quan and Li Hongyu, and also kept a close watch on whether there were any new problems at D17.

But he was very lucky; nothing unexpected happened during this period.

D17 was even delivered two days ahead of schedule.

After obtaining the Reverse Mind Medicine, Ma En did not hesitate at all and entered his memories again. This time, he was no longer so cautious and completely random, but instead aimed at the memories that were close to the Divine Fist and began to move forward.

At the same time, he was also very curious about how he would remember the Divine Fist.

Just as he was thinking this, pure darkness engulfed him...

"Wake up, wake up." A violent shaking sensation came from his whole body, followed by a terrible numbness in his entire body, which had completely lost all feeling. Only then did Ma En's mind clear up a little.

call out.

A faint sound of something being pushed forcefully echoed in his ears, followed by a series of indistinct shouts, before he felt the strange sensation on his skin.

The speaker pulled out the syringe and then slapped Marx and Engels' faces several times forcefully.
Wake up! Wake up!

His eyes shot open.

The magician's bloodstained face appeared before him, but what attracted his attention even more was the scenery behind the magician.

The blood-red sunset, like a fiery cloud, had celestial fire hanging above it that seemed ready to fall at any moment...

Then, Mar and Eng realized that it wasn't a sunset.

The near-mad screams and roars then flooded his ears like a burst dam, making him feel as if he had entered a burning hell, as if some terrible tragedy was happening nearby.

"Get up, we have to escape." The magician helped him to his feet.

In the distance, flames as large as small mountains crashed down on the ancient wooden buildings like meteorites.

Mar and Eng pretended to be still not fully awake and asked:
"what happened……"

The magician carried him toward the Duke, who was lying a dozen meters away, and, seeing the young man rushing toward the Duke's body in the distance, reached into his magic hat.

The bloody brain was instantly pulled out, and the man who had been walking briskly collapsed.

But the magician's tone was full of resentment:
"It's all wrong, we've made a complete mistake, we're on the wrong side, it's impossible..."

Marx and Engels immediately seized upon the problem:

"Impossible what?"

Then, a slight ripple of memory caused the magician to turn and look at Marne, his eyes reflecting the flames of the sky:
"He can't possibly defeat God Fist."

The magician walked up to the Duke, and then, with a flash of dust, the gray rabbit, which had just disappeared, appeared beside them, holding a syringe in its hand.

She immediately lowered her head and buried herself in the Duke's body, while her eyes warily surveyed her surroundings.

"Can you take us away?" the magician asked.

Gray Rabbit shook his head:

"They've sealed off the space, we're done for! We're fucking done for!"
"We have no way to escape!"

Marx and Eng then asked:

"In the end what happened?"

But seemingly sensing that Marne was already confused, the magician ignored him.

He revealed a resolute expression:
"I should be able to force open the portal, and I estimate I can maintain the breakthrough time for about three seconds. Can you take us all out within those three seconds?"

The gray rabbit glanced around at the scene:

"It's too short. I'm afraid I can only safely get one person out of the way in three seconds."

"Can you open the portal repeatedly?"

However, the magician shook his head:
"No, the three-second breakthrough was achieved at the cost of the gold and silver rings. After three seconds, he should be completely destroyed. How many seconds do you need?"

As he asked his question, some noises came from afar.

The magician turned to look in that direction and asked:

"Can you still fight?"

Marne knew he was asking himself.

He straightened up and looked in the direction from which the sound came:

"can."

The man who emerged from the ruins was a middle-aged man with a full beard, and his body exhibited a strange fluctuation, as if he were a pool of liquid flowing in different directions at the same time.

And almost in the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Marne and the others.

A powerful burst of psychic energy erupted instantly, rushing towards the man who had suddenly attacked. Like a tsunami, it swept up his body and threw him backward, while dozens of sharp spikes flew towards him at the same time.

But he merely maintained that flowing, trembling motion, while the sharp spikes that should have pierced his body simply grazed past him—no, not just grazed past him…

Instead, it passed right through his body, as if it had disappeared into water.

At the same time, the magician reached into the hat, but his eyes kept moving, as if trying to grasp the flowing body, but he couldn't touch it at all.

Seeing that their attacks were all in vain, the man looked at them with a mixture of anger and contempt:

“Those petty scoundrels only know how to use strange tricks and lewd games.”

"Give me back my disciple's life!"

As he spoke, he pulled something out of his sleeve and threw it at Ma En and the others. Ma En immediately mobilized all the spikes to form a defensive layer, but the cold light passed right through them.

It's as if the spikes don't exist.

It's water.

Marx and Engels saw it clearly.

He then immediately began creating more and more layers of psychic energy to block the water blade, and this time the defense worked as Marne had expected. After cutting through more than a dozen layers of psychic energy shields, the water blade stopped.

Then it fell to the ground.

Thanks to his martial arts training, he was able to see why his opponent was able to evade attacks and pass directly through the thick layer of spikes—the power he used was water.

Water is all-pervasive. Even though the spiked protective layer can withstand extremely terrifying physical attacks, it cannot stop this deadly water flow. This is why his relatively inferior psychic shield was able to intercept this water flow.

Because his protective shield had no gaps. Needless to say, the man in front of him was clearly a martial artist, and the person the magician had just killed in the chaos was probably the disciple he mentioned, or one of his other companions.

Meanwhile, the ruins of the surrounding wooden buildings also suggest that this was the residence of martial artists.

However, the distant, towering clamor reminded Marne that this was a vast battlefield, and they were probably just a few soldiers in this war.

How did they get involved here, and why was he involved?
However, Marx and Engels did not have time to think.

He must survive if he wants to know the answer.

“I can’t lock onto him,” the magician said through gritted teeth. “Grey Rabbit, do you have a way to interfere with him?”

The gray rabbit shook its head in despair:

"No, my spatial power is being suppressed here, and he's not using spatial abilities. I told you we shouldn't have come to cause trouble for these martial artists, we shouldn't have trusted those guys..."

"We should not believe that rumor."

The magician interrupted:

"It's too late to say all this now. No matter how many times you say it, it won't change anything. Gray Rabbit, we'll do our best to hold him off. Get ready to lead us away from here. I'll try to keep the Golden and Silver Rings going as long as possible, ideally to four seconds..."

"Take us away."

Gray Rabbit immediately retorted:
"In such a short time, I couldn't possibly bring so many of you out at the same time, even if I risked my life..."

The magician immediately said:
"Then let's abandon the Duke and rescue him later."

Gray Rabbit immediately retorted:
Do you think he could possibly save the Duke's life?

The man who was entangled with Marx and Engels also revealed an angry smile:

"She's right. I can't forgive your comrade. How many innocent young children have you killed! I'd be doing myself a favor if I didn't torture him to death by a thousand cuts. You can run away..."

"But he certainly couldn't have survived."

Judging from the man's angry expression, they seemed to have done some rather bad things.

Normally, it would be difficult for a bad person to say the words "innocent young children," and the magician and Grey Rabbit didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it when they heard it.

The magician even wore a slightly mocking expression:

“You can kill him, but you will never be able to avenge your disciples in this lifetime. After we run away, we will not give you any chance to find us, and we will also slaughter your other disciples.”

"And all your relatives and friends, you must have children, right? I wonder if they're dead or not? If they're not dead, you'd better keep a close eye on them, lest you run into us on the street sometime."

After saying this, the magician immediately looked at the gray rabbit:
"We have no other choice but to act. Even if we can win by dragging this out, other martial artists will come, and this war will be lost..."

Boom!

Instantly, a terrifying wind pressure slammed down on them, and many buildings outside the range of Maren's psychic power were instantly destroyed by this force.

At that moment, he also noticed that, at some point, a crack had appeared in the burning sky in the distance.

The giant beast hidden behind the firelight was revealed.

Calling it a giant beast is not accurate, because the body that was falling down also had some human features, although it had a pair of ferocious bull horns and some bull-beast characteristics on its back.

But overall, he is still a humanoid creature.

It was so enormous that even this falling body would crush countless people to death.

However, just as the monster that had fallen from the clouds was about to hit the ground, something appeared in everyone's sight.

It was a tiny black dot, as small as a mosquito, that had appeared beneath the monster without anyone noticing.

Boom!

The same sound rang out again, and the black dot rushed towards the bull's back, stopping its fall abruptly. After a brief pause, the bull's body began to fly into the sky.

The black dot slammed the monster back behind the burning sky.

A flicker of despair shone in the magician's eyes:
"Either you do it now, or I kill you! Then I kill the Duke, and we'll all die here. The Duke will die, or we'll all die here. You choose, understand?"
“If you take us away now, the Duke might still survive.”

"These martial artists aren't as cold-blooded and ruthless as we are."
"You only get one chance."

After he finished speaking, some strange power burst forth from his body.

The desperate Gray Rabbit glanced at the Duke's body one last time, then focused intently on the rings of light emanating from the magician's body. She knew very well that he was not bluffing.

Meanwhile, Ma En, who was engaged in a fierce battle with a martial artist, also felt a certain power spreading to his body.

After a long few seconds...

Dust scattered, and all the crimson disappeared.

There were only gray walls.

Snapped.

Gray Rabbit knelt down on the ground, then leaned against the wall and began to retch, bright red blood flowing uncontrollably from his nose and the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, the magician stepped forward to lend a hand, but the gray rabbit immediately raised his hand to stop him.

Although the procedure was painful and difficult, she still managed to pull out the syringe and administer it to herself.

"Phew." Her defeated expression improved slightly.

Ma En looked at them, unsure of what to say.

This seems to be a very important point in his memory.

The magician said with a hint of apology:
“We’ll try to rescue him, and if he dies, his share will all be yours…”

The gray rabbit, enduring the pain, stood up and stared at the magician with eyes still bleeding.
"This time it was him, next time it will be me. Although I've never considered us to be comrades who would entrust their lives to each other, do you really have to be so cruel and cold-blooded..."

"He clearly still has a chance?"

The magician said, controlling his tone:

"That's the Divine Fist! You saw that Minotaur is about to be defeated. If he dies too, the Divine Fist could kill all of us in less than half a second. Think about what we did there! Do you think he would let us go?"

"If we're even a fraction slower, we'll all die!"

The gray rabbit looked at him silently, but its eyes grew colder and colder.

The magician opened his mouth:
“I know…”

flutter.

Dust filled the air, and her figure vanished before his eyes.

The magician opened his mouth upon seeing this, seemingly at a loss for words.

After catching his breath, he turned to look at Mar and Engels:
"Do you think I did something wrong?"

Marx and Engels shook their heads and said sincerely:

"No."