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Chapter 960, page 955: A Dead End (Seeking monthly votes~)

Finally, Ma En gave Li Hu dozens of pages of a coherent martial arts manual, which made him easily sign a new cooperation agreement with him, completely transferring "ownership" to him.

From then on, he also obtained the weapon Li Hu, which was particularly suitable for him. However, Ma En did not immediately test Li Hu's power himself, but instead asked Qin Lan to be in charge of testing and managing him.

Marx and Eng entrusted almost all matters concerning the new faith to the Wind God and their chosen people, allowing them to liaise with the Federation and recommend the establishment of the new faith. Only the most important matters required their personal oversight.

Of course, the Federation itself is truly responsible for controlling this matter, and only they have this capability.

Although the transaction is over, the establishment of a new belief system cannot be accomplished overnight. It will take at least one or two months to see results, and there is not much he can push forward in the process.

His real influence was directed toward the gods, but he had no interest in that—neither as Marne nor as Sera did he intend to waste his precious time on such matters at this time.

This kind of foolishness only gives Heaven more opportunities, and he has more important things to do.

The latest anti-psychotic drug has arrived.

After explaining everything that needed to be explained, Ma En once again hid in the containment chamber and, as usual, prepared several targets and anti-mind drugs.

Kong Shanzhi, Zhao Guanwu, Divine Fist, Martial Arts...

He closed his eyes.

Snapped!
He plummeted as if he had stepped into thin air, and a terrifying darkness swept past like a cold wind. Then, he was slammed to the ground like a piece of mud thrown against a wall.

Then he realized his back was wet.

The skin is torn.

However, in that instant, the blood in his body began to surge spontaneously, flowing to every injured part of his body. As the Undying Law operated spontaneously, his body, which was like a rag doll on the verge of falling apart, was stitched back together by threads formed from the blood and began to recover to its original state.

The originally blurry vision, a mixture of crimson and darkness, gradually began to take shape and become clear.

hum!
The silver throwing knife solidified within the psychic network in front of him.

call out.

"You're alright!" As the surprised voice rang out, the magician's disheveled figure appeared beside Marne, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

However, the joy on his face vanished in the blink of an eye, and the magician turned to look ahead:
"Even a spatial ability user as skilled as her couldn't possibly use the same technique in such a short time. I'm sorry, I couldn't..."

As he spoke, a mixture of pain and relief, as if he had survived a calamity, flashed across his face.

Following his gaze, Ma En also noticed the guy standing on the opposite side of them.

The gray rabbit's figure was the most eye-catching.

She was floating in the "distant" air, but Ma En soon realized that this sense of distance was an illusion, because in the blink of an eye, she appeared a few meters away from him.

When Marne attempted to launch an attack, she was distracted by her peripheral vision and couldn't capture it with her own visual perception, which was clearly not some kind of sensory illusion.

This is her activating her spatial abilities.

Besides her, there were four other figures in Ma En's line of sight. The one closest to him was a hunched woman whose body was mostly covered by a black robe, revealing only her face and her mutilated hands that were tightly gripping a throwing knife.

Those battered hands, practically just bones with bits of rotten flesh clinging to them, shouldn't have been able to grasp anything at all. Yet, those few visible tendons gripped the throwing knife in her hand. Her face was even more horrifying; aging and decay had ravaged her features, making her look like a rotting corpse just dug out of the ground. But the few remaining features and the martial arts aura emanating from her made Ma En realize the identity of this "dead corpse."

She was the knife-throwing woman he remembered from his last encounter, the young warrior the magician claimed he was selling to the "Leviathan Rangers," and looking at her like this...

The magician probably did do something similar.

Realizing this, Ma En also noticed the female warrior's eyes. Unlike her broken body, her eyes flickered with a blinding firelight, a raging flame of revenge.

What sustains this wreckage is pure hatred.

Further away, there was another person dressed as a martial artist, but compared to the former, he was much more ordinary, with simple and neat clothing, a plain and rough face, and a long sword hanging at his waist.

Nothing else.

There was no killing intent, no oppressive feeling, not even a faint aura.

It's as if he's nobody.

Even when his gaze was turned away, Ma En found it difficult to intuitively sense his presence, and this unusual feeling immediately alerted him—it was probably some kind of martial art that eliminated one's own aura.

This should also make his knife particularly difficult to dodge.

Soon, Marn's attention was drawn to the fourth attacker, a handsome man who appeared to be dressed in an antique formal suit and whose face exuded a noble air. He also had a pair of huge bat wings on his back.

This almost made Marne think he was a demon or a devil.

But his bloodshot pupils, pale skin, and two sharp fangs also reveal his unique identity, completely different from demons and devils; he is an abnormal race that is now almost extinct.

vampire.

His location was also the furthest.

The final attacker was actually nearby, but Marne couldn't see his face clearly—because he was a constantly shifting shadow, with no fixed shape or appearance.

This also reminded Ma En of the goddess of darkness.

Although the attackers did not immediately launch a pursuit, it was obvious that they were at a significant disadvantage. It was very likely that if they had shown even the slightest sign of their presence, he would have been severely injured just moments before entering his memories.

"How did we get to this point?" he said with a hint of self-deprecation.

Upon hearing this, the magician turned to look at Marne, his eyes showing a slight surprise, but then he revealed a relieved smile:
"They brought it on themselves, just like you said before, but I don't regret it at all. If I had to say what we did wrong, it was letting these guys live."

He paused here, then asked...
"Do you believe me?"

Thinking of the magician's actions—abandoning the Duke and attempting to kill the gray rabbit—Marne said without hesitation:

"Believe."

The magician smiled:

"Then let's try to hold on a little longer. I know it's difficult, and we could die here at any moment, but if you can buy me a little more time, I'll escape..."

"I'll take you with me."