Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 228 The work of the night watchman
Gawain hands out a Night's Watch cloak to everyone. A few notes are briefly highlighted.

First of all, do what you can. All actions of the Night's Watch do not require forced sacrifice. You can choose to retreat or call for support based on your personal judgment, and you will not be punished in any way. The rating of most resumes will be downgraded.

Second, try to hide your personal identity as much as possible. The consequences of exposure are likely to cause trouble for yourself and your family. Cases in the past have proven that being high-profile will not do any good. While protecting the weak and enforcing justice, it will also attract evil eyes.

Finally, about taking on tasks. There are many forms, the most common one is that the victim comes to report the crime. There are also many spell scrolls that can be used once to seek help, and many ordinary people will keep one with them. Wealthy people will use Tecno watches to dial the communication number of the night watchman station, as will some convenience stores and residents who have intercoms. The Night Watch organization has dedicated staff members who assign tasks to nearby idle teams.

"In other words, you can just listen to me for the time being when it comes to tasks." Gawain raised the sound transmitting watch on his wrist: "When you become proficient in it, you are welcome to give me your opinions."

Blue-white lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a muffled thunder. Heavy raindrops fell, from a patter to a vast ocean.

A group of figures burning with fighting spirit jumped between the low buildings and rushed straight to the location of the incident.

The dark night and heavy rain blocked the view, making it almost impossible to see anything in the distance.

The light emitted by the pure white sacred fighting spirit is like a bright light that gathers the hearts of the team.

Before setting off, Gawain said meaningfully: "It seems that you are very unlucky."

Everyone thought it was the weather outside that suddenly turned bad. Who would have expected that it was related to the mission.

Ordinary tasks are mostly disputes between people. At best, there is conflict and bloodshed. However, on top of ordinary tasks, there are also unusual events. You know, there is always a lack of spiritual beings in the world. Spirits that can be active in the popular royal capital will be extremely troublesome and difficult to deal with. Some evil spirits are difficult to deal with even the spell casters in the holy realm.

"Master, are you there?" Aglaia murmured in a voice too low to be heard.

The head of the three-eyed crow popped out from the collar of the heavenly suit, releasing pleasant waves of thoughts: "It's so warm, I don't want to move."

It's nice to be ordinary, it has more space for activities, and he feels like he could even build a nest in it.

"We're here! Be alert!" Gawain jumped down from the seven-story residential building.

In the south of the city, Shell Street has received many missing reports recently. Nearby residents witnessed signs of strange and large-scale activity.

There are similar situations every year during the Ghost Festival. When the material plane and the spiritual dimension meet, a spiritual wave may even erupt.

In the past, it would last for a few days at most and then stop. Now that the space barrier is weak, the duration and danger will undoubtedly increase by several levels.

"It's too early to show up now!"

It’s nearly half a month until the Ghost Festival in mid-July!

Gawain locked his eyes on the target and jumped up. The burning dark green flames fell, and the white cloth fluttering in the sky was broken into two pieces.

Generally, abnormal events can be solved only by destroying the entrustment of the spirit body.

Gawain landed heavily and looked towards the street.

The figure in a white dress was bathed in the heavy rain, standing under the dim magic lamp. The team members who sensed something was wrong were eager to show off, and drew out their inscribed swords and quickly approached.

The inscribed sword, burning with orange-red flames, struck heavily on the waist of the figure in the white dress. The moment it split into two, an inexplicable chill burst out.

The coldness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and extinguishes the fire of life.

The fire attribute fighting energy covering the body is extinguished. The young swordsman lost his mobility and watched as black hair wrapped around him.

"Let's take action together!" Gawain shouted angrily, raising his sword to the sky.

The dark green war energy turned into a giant sword that was more than ten meters long, and when it fell, a deep ravine opened in the ground. The withered fighting spirit unique to the Morton family has a very special effect. It can deprive the opponent's vitality to make up for itself, delaying peak period and aging. Therefore, the lifespan of the Movington family is nearly half higher than the average for powerful people of the same level. If you spend more time practicing, strong people will naturally emerge in large numbers.

The super swordsman struck with all his strength and tore apart a large piece of black hair. However, more black hair continues to grow, spreading outward from the streets.

Even if the swords transformed from everyone's fighting spirit kept slashing down, they still couldn't stop the black hair in the slightest.

The figure burning with pure white arrogance broke through the black hair with one hand and dragged away the unconscious young swordsman with one hand. Holy war energy naturally restrains various types of negative energy and is much easier to use than other attributes. The Paladin has therefore become a powerful and coveted profession.

"Good job! Now retreat..." Gawain took the initiative to help break up the rear.

Everyone distanced themselves.

The long black hair grew to a certain extent, and the shape could no longer be maintained, and began to turn into black ash and disintegrate, as if the scene just now was just an illusion.

"Captain, what's going on with that thing?" A team member looked at Gawain with lingering fear.

"The evil spirit that uses hair as a curse." Gawain explained indifferently: "It can continuously divide the body in a short period of time. When it reaches the critical point, it will collapse."

Aglaia squatted beside the unconscious young swordsman, and dazzling pure white light gathered between her hands.

The purification effect of the holy war energy is better than the caster's holy light spell, and black smoke is visible to the naked eye.

The magic ambulance arrived quickly. Several medical staff hurriedly lifted the unconscious man onto a stretcher, controlled the magic vehicle to take off and left, not wanting to stay where he was for a second longer.

Gawain continues to lead people to perform tasks.

A hundred meters away, a third one was found strangely.

The crutch that hung the old man's head bounced in the rain, making a "tuk-tuk-tuk" sound.

Watching from a distance, everyone felt creepy.

Gawain unleashed his fighting energy with all his strength, and the dark green energy turned into a huge octopus, waving eight tentacles and smashing down the human-headed crutch.

The old man grinned ferociously, opening his mouth and spitting out jet-black hellfire.

The two sides clashed in an instant, deciding life and death as well as superiority.

The crutch could not withstand the erosion of fighting spirit and instantly shattered into countless small pieces.

The old man tried to escape in the air, but Aglaia stabbed out the inscription sword decisively, and the pure white flames dealt precise penetrating damage.

Rich black negative energy exploded from the inside of the head, and the old man's head was completely turned into powder.

"Not bad, another one solved." Gawain showed an expression of approval.

The night watch team patrolled Shell Street several times to confirm that all hidden dangers were resolved, and then rushed to the next mission location.

Abnormal events are occurring all over the city.

Aglaia never thought that the city where she lived could be so dangerous secretly, and she was silently worried about her mother's safety.

(End of this chapter)