I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 968, Section 963: Each Displaying Their Unique Abilities

By the time Marne's senses picked up on this subtle change, Li Si had vanished without a trace. At the same time, all the clocks hanging all over Wuyin's body seemed to go mad, their hands spinning wildly.

The prophet's eyes also emitted a pale red flame, his wings spread out from his back, and his originally low horns suddenly rose up like towering spears, instantly transforming him into a terrifying demon four meters tall.

The figure of the girl called Rain had disappeared, but Ma En could sense that she was still nearby, as if she had simply melted into the surrounding air like an ice cube that had fallen into hot water.

Serane, however, did not react at all, and stood there like a statue.

Then, a faint red glow burst forth in the distant sky. Several seconds later, Ma En noticed the black dots falling toward the ground and a few figures escaping the attack and flying toward them.

“This is a bit tricky.” Li Si returned to their side like a ghost, still carrying a blood-dripping longsword. “They sent a total of eight apostles, and I couldn’t kill seven of them quickly.”
"They'll definitely try to stall me later."

Wuyin nodded:

"I don't have much time left to buy, and they've set up enough blockades that neither Yu nor I can destroy in a short time. It looks like we're really going to have to fight a tough battle."

As she said this, she glanced at the prophet, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

Upon seeing her gaze, the prophet offered no explanation, showing no sign of the responsibility and conduct befitting his name. Instead, he revealed a fierce and brutal expression, as if ready to fight any approaching enemy at any moment.

However, Ma En, who noticed these subtle expressions, had already gathered his memory power to its peak, and even decided that as long as he lost his focus for a moment, he would directly escape from this memory fragment.

Because he had a vague feeling that what he was seeing was unusual, and the attack was so sudden that Marne thought it was very likely that it had not actually happened in reality.

This team should be confident in avoiding this attack in reality, after all, even without considering the unknown member he replaced, there is a prophet like the Oracle who can help them stay safe.

But what's happening now makes it seem like something went wrong with those preventative measures.

If, as he suspected, the prophet failed to prevent the attack due to some unforeseen event, then something must have caused his behavior to change, perhaps...

His mind wandered to other futures, things that shouldn't have been there.

If that's the case, the question is how far he's gone and what kind of reaction he intends to make, although as a disciple of the Divine Eye, he probably wouldn't actually try to threaten me.

But could he really take that risk? Especially considering what would happen when he realized this wasn't the real world at all? Should he run away now?

“Prophet,” Ma En said, “you are responsible for protecting me. I need to observe the situation of this battle. Boundless, can you hold on?”

Ma En's sudden words caused Wu Yin to show a slight surprise again, but she did not question him. Instead, she demonstrated a high degree of trust in her companion and immediately replied to Ma En:
"I'll do my best, you'd better hurry."

This unwavering commitment made Maren realize that this team was unusual; at least among the many teams he had encountered, almost none could so readily entrust their lives to their comrades.

Unfortunately, he was unable to fulfill the other party's request; no matter how "fast" he was, he couldn't bring about any change.

Upon hearing the reply, the prophet's body began to shrivel, and his demonic form, which had previously exuded a terrifying aura, quickly transformed into something resembling a towering streetlamp, while dark green flames ignited from his horns.

A multitude of obscure words gushed from his throat, then, like loyal soldiers, rushed to Ma En's side and began building a magical wall around him to protect him from terrible things. "They're here." As Li Si finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot.

A few seconds after he disappeared, or at least a few seconds after they sensed him, four dark figures appeared in Ma En's field of vision and were rapidly approaching them.

Until they crossed the critical point.

Then, Ma En's vision could no longer capture their presence; only a few afterimages appeared in his vision, as if the other party was performing disjointed teleportation.

They traversed the time flow layer of the boundless creation.

Almost instantly, they were about to reach them...

But then, something even faster appeared.

The blazing light suddenly crashed into the four dark figures. Serane, who had remained silent until now, finally unleashed his divine power, instantly enveloping two of the figures and dragging them away from the area.

At the same time, the last two dark figures finally arrived in front of them, but as they got closer, their speed slowed down again, clearly because Wuyin had deployed a stronger time force around them.

Only through this could Marx and Engels see their faces clearly.

The dark figure further ahead was a beautiful woman dressed in a black robe. The sharp wizard's hat on her head seemed to hint at her power. In stark contrast to her youthful appearance, she had long, withered, white hair and equally deep and steady eyes.

What appeared shortly after her was a creature that Marne had never expected: a gigantic lizard, entirely black with shimmering scales, a sharp head, malevolent eyes, and…

Two wings stretching out from behind.

This should be the apostle Li Si mentioned. If there are two here, and Seran repelled two, then there should be three more that Li Si and Yu have kept at a greater distance.

Just as Ma En was pondering, Wu Yin suddenly vanished from her spot, charging out with a speed that completely overwhelmed her opponent, and crashing directly into the black dragon.

The white-haired "witch" smiled at the lone Marne and the prophet:

"You little guys are doomed. This third-rate magic can't stop me. And what are you doing? You're going to the battlefield with a burden."

The prophet ignored her, but turned to look at Marne, his eyes filled with sadness:

“I thought I had made a terrible mistake, letting them find our location, but now it doesn’t matter anymore. You may not know, but I’m already dead.”

Marne looked at him silently, his mind still tense.

The prophet said as if suddenly remembering something:

"You don't need to worry about Seran, I have already used magic to block the transmission of information."

"Now, we can have a conversation."