Pray and become a magical girl

Chapter 60: My Lord, Times Have Changed
Zhou Changqing had experienced the fear that strange beasts brought to people very early on. They were like traditional natural disasters, making the elderly and children cry, women wail, and men silent.

Well, the difference from disasters like earthquakes is obvious: the ending is more tragic and can be changed by human power.

That’s right, the disasters brought by the tunnel have been proven through real facts. People with special powers can destroy the tunnel and change the ending of the world.

However, few people know that ordinary people can also change the fate of some people in the era of super powers. Zhou Changqing once proved this.

The young man who wanted to make a name for himself leaned against the wall with a wry smile. Just like the crumbling wall behind him, his condition was very bad.

The torn wound on his right shoulder couldn't stop bleeding, and many of his ribs were broken, many of which seemed to have penetrated into his internal organs. His breath was like a candle flickering in the wind, which would have been blown out if the wind had been stronger.

"Ahem... I'm probably the only one who would think of fighting a monster head-on. Ah——I should have joined the army earlier. With my physique, it won't be a problem for me to join the special forces. I can come back with a sniper rifle and kill them with one shot! My little pistol can't even break the enemy's defense——

"I don't know if everyone has run out yet... Haha, forget it~ In my current state, do I still have the energy to worry about others? Become famous, become famous, this is a far cry from becoming famous, right? Maybe I'll be forgotten the moment I turn around... But I think I'm doing pretty well, right?"

The young man's eyes were stained with the gray of death, and he didn't even have enough strength to keep his eyelids open.

What else can be done?

There is no other way, just close your eyes and wait for the judgment of fate.

However, someone heard him and then answered his question, "You did well, wishful hero."

"What kind of crappy adjective is this?" The young man with middle school syndrome fantasized about the world after death. If the god in front of him used such a derogatory word to describe him, he would punch him without hesitation.

However, when I opened my eyes again, I saw a beautiful angel. I guess she can be called an angel.

Although she has long blood-red hair and a charming and seductive face, there is endless tenderness in her eyes.

And her beauty is not just about appearance, it also makes people feel the trembling of the soul.

The angel spoke up, "Can you survive for me?"

These words seemed to have magical power, the young man's will was pulled back and his eyes regained their luster.

"Very good, Red Heart. Leave it to me next. Is the body damage at 60%? It's a bit tricky." A resolute middle-aged man began to treat him.

The young man who spoke to him at the beginning drew out the golden sword from his waist. It could be said that his whole body was shining with gold.

"Xinggong is really abominable. Just because there is no possibility that her hometown is empty, she flew to another place to save it. Since she won't come back, we will protect her hometown--

"After all, people still need a place to go back to."

He raised his sword, and the next second, the whole night was lit up, and a golden path of light split all the darkness.

At that time, the young man looked at the back and suddenly had an idea. The one who can really become famous has to be the hero who fights against the monsters!

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"This...what is going on!" Xiao Meng completely collapsed. He pulled Xiaolu's hand and slid down. Xiaolu's legs went soft and she sat on the ground.

"Don't... don't panic. Maybe it's just an actor invited by the organizer to scare us." Yang Mo was also very scared, but he still tried his best to comfort the girls.

"How could he be an actor? His voice is Sun Yang's, his appearance is also Sun Yang's, he is Sun Yang! Now Sun Yang is dead, dead! It's all your fault, Yang Mo! Because you, we will all die, we will all die!"

Xiao Meng had lost all her composure. If she had been out of strength now, she would have chased Yang Mo and beaten him.

Zhou Changqing stood behind Cheng Haoran and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'll stand and watch." The programmer looked at his childhood friend and said, "You are the police. Exploration is your profession. Why do you keep asking me?"

The police officer felt that he was being looked down upon, and he frowned and retorted, "It is because these things involving superpowers are not our field that I came to ask you, the combat tactics analyst of the Hero Association!"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, but Cheng Haoran patted him on the shoulder nonchalantly and said, "It's a good thing to be self-aware. Just tell me your opinion first."

"..." Zhou Changqing choked. It had been a long time since they last saw this childhood friend. Even his ugly appearance hadn't changed, but his talking skills had improved a lot.

After taking a breath, he said, "It is certain that superpowers are involved here, so Sun Yang is probably fake. If he really is a superpower or there are strange beasts chasing him, he would not be able to come here alive."

"Yes, there are many kinds of superpowers that can achieve the same effect as before. For example, the ability of the S-class hero 'DOM' can control the body of the person being controlled at will. Another example is the illusion-type superpower that can also create the illusion just now." "Illusion? Are we trapped in an illusion now?"

"Maybe. The effect of illusion-type abilities is not just to make people's consciousness enter an illusion. Some abilities can create real illusions in reality."

Well~ What Cheng Haoran didn’t mention is that it could never be the first situation. After all, he was forced into the transformation state before his consciousness was completely immersed in the illusion.

Cheng Haoran patted Zhou Changqing on the shoulder again and said, "Let's go, it's time to investigate the case."

Yang Mo looked up at the two people approaching, and was surprised to find that they were unusually calm, "Brother, you..."

Cheng Haoran simply stopped pretending. He was really tired of the persuasive way of talking. "In fact, you are involved in an evil church incident. We are the police and we are here to investigate this matter."

Zhou Changqing took out his police ID as proof.

After hearing this, Yang Mo felt relieved. At least this shouldn't be something involving strange beasts or superpowers.

"Officer, what do you want to ask?"

"Let's start from the beginning. How did you get to know this organizer?"

"I often play games like escape rooms, and I have left my phone number in many places. The organizer took the initiative to contact me and asked me to organize this courage test conference."

"Aren't you suspicious of their identities?"

"No, because the homepage of the account that added me as a friend is a store I've been to before."

Before, they were retired workers and vagrants, and now they are migrant workers escaping from the secret room. This evil church has really infiltrated deeply into their territory.

The programmer's eyes became more serious, and he asked, "Do you think that Sun Yang is the real person?"

As if he was afraid of upsetting the two girls, Yang Mo leaned forward and whispered, "I have known him for many years. The man who just came back is definitely the Sun Yang I am familiar with. Officers, you said this is just a cult incident. Does that mean that Sun Yang is a cult member who deliberately scared us?"

Cheng Haoran did not comment, but continued with the next question, "What are the movement habits of Sun Yang that you know? For example, when he runs, does he step out with his left foot or right foot first? For example, how big is his stride when he runs?"

"Officer, who can remember this?" Yang Mo smiled bitterly, but when he thought about the two words in the question, his eyes widened immediately, "Officer...Officer, Sun Yang has always been left-handed!"
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See, now I can remember it, right?
When the evidence appeared, some people could not hold back and applauded, "Very good reasoning, police comrade."
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Man, is there a possibility that I haven't even started to deduce yet?

Cheng Haoran once again turned into a complaining machine.

A figure walked out of the darkness. Although he was also wearing a black robe, he was not the High Priest they were talking about.

Yang Mo stepped forward and asked righteously, "Are you a cultist? What did you do to my friend?"

The black-robed man raised his head, his face was terribly pale, "Evil Church? No, no, no, our Evolutionary Church is the only one in the world! And your friends are now accepting the baptism of evolution from my church. And after seeing the power bestowed by my Lord, will you still have the idea of ​​resisting?"

Yang Mo seriously suspected that this person had a second-year syndrome. He acted as if he had mysterious powers. The police said...

However, when he saw two two-meter-tall giant wolves appearing beside the man in black robe, he turned his head with a sad face.

Cheng Haoran shrugged, telling him that I didn’t say that.

"Hey! I'm here to investigate in my personal capacity, without a pistol... Well, a pistol is useless against strange beasts. Does your association have anything you're curious about?" Zhou Changqing touched Cheng Haoran's elbow.

Cheng Haoran was already prepared. He took out something from the space storage device on his waist. The unknown technology made Zhou Changqing's adrenaline surge.

But when he touched something familiar, he cursed again, "Damn it! I told you that pistols don't work!"

The programmer slowly raised his pistol, and the black-robed man raised his mouth in a mocking arc, "Stupid~"

However, after a roar like thunder, the giant wolf's head was pierced through and its huge body fell straight down.
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Upgraded version of Mechanical King, you deserve it!

Cheng Haoran smiled slightly and blew out the white smoke from the muzzle of the gun.

Zhou Changqing: What kind of “Sir, times have changed” plot is this!

(End of this chapter)