Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 727 Is this true? I hit the writer?
At that moment, he saw a huge palace, but it was not a palace in the secular world.

It was a palace built of countless bones and flesh, with many strangely shaped bones, insect-like shells, and blood vessels of varying sizes and lengths. It reminded people of a garbage room in a garbage station where all kinds of odds and ends were piled up.

But unlike that garbage house, although this palace was built with countless flesh and blood objects that looked bizarre and cruel, it did not give people a feeling of filth and dirtiness, but rather it was extremely majestic.

Although the details are not carefully crafted, the whole exudes incomparable emotions and oppression, as if a knife has been inserted into the body but has not yet moved, or like a severed finger with broken tendons and bones but still a trace of flesh connected to the main body. Anyone who sees this building will not dare to act rashly.

The next second, the palace disappeared in front of Anonymous.

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In the present world, twenty minutes have passed since the writer and Shangguan Yan disappeared. The suppression in other places is still going on, but the cursed power of the people who are finishing them has been basically exhausted.

The high-intensity fighting at the level of life and death that lasted for a whole day and night exhausted almost all the combatants.

But the same is not true for the enemy. The current situation is that all the enemies that can be killed have basically been killed, and the few that are still alive are avoiding a head-on confrontation with the Control Bureau.

Apart from these two types, the rest are the rebels and finishers who have been corrupted and alienated due to the erosion of cursed energy. Because of their alienation, their cursed energy has not been exhausted.

Because essentially, these special beings are just being born.

Active in this city at the moment is the execution squad, a force composed of low-level extraordinary people who specialize in executing fallen humans.

Xia Shou ran across several streets and saw a flat "desert".

Through the intercom, he had learned from Mo Ying what had happened and knew that Shangguan Yan had disappeared with the writer.

"Brother Xia Shou, if... I mean if, the minister really hasn't dealt with the writer, then you will have to take over." Mo Ying said on the intercom.

"Well, who else?"

"No, just you."

Xia Shou was about to nod when he suddenly froze, came to his senses, and said in surprise: "Wait, why am I the only one!"

Xia Shou thought of many possibilities. As a person with plenty of cursed energy left, it was understandable that he stepped forward at this most critical moment.

But is he the only one? How can he do it alone?

"Because there is no one here who can fight." Mo Ying replied.

"Sister, I'm just a level three finisher!" Xia Shou began to sweat profusely.

It's not that he is cowardly, but the strong sense of oppression just now, the subsequent ultra-wide-area attack, and the current scene of desertification in the city, even a fool would know that the opponent is a monster.

Facing this kind of monster, he would go alone?
"Sister Ying, it's impossible that everyone in the bureau can't get in, right?" Xia Shou said quickly.

He paced back and forth between two collapsed walls, as nervous as a primary school student who had mistakenly entered the college entrance examination room.

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end, followed by a helpless sigh:

“You are right, there are still many people who can fight again, but there is still the issue of compatibility.

Based on the results observed so far, the writer has the same ability as Xiao Gao. He can transform into a fire element and release slashes that even space-based abilities cannot defend against. His level of idealistic martial arts is also ridiculously high.

In addition... it seems to have the ability to age a person's body through contact. Those who are qualified to participate in this battle must be able to withstand this level of slashing, and the ability cannot be the type that is released against the target's body, because the writer's abnormal level is very high, with a minimum of level 6.

Those who do not meet these conditions will die in vain. Rather than being killed in vain by writers, it is better to fight for your life in other areas. Manpower is also in short supply in other places. "

Xia Shou sighed, "It's not that I can't do it, but I'm very curious, why let me do it? I don't meet these conditions either. It's obvious that I can't defend against a slash that even space-types can't defend against."

"...Aren't you the minister's trump card? Didn't the minister say that he would listen to you at critical moments! And...and that scar! Don't you have something this powerful anymore?" Mo Ying said in surprise.

Xia Shou covered his face with his hands. He finally understood why Mo Ying let him do it. It turned out that Mo Ying felt that the minister really hid something on him!
If you think about it carefully, it is natural that Mo Ying would misunderstand. After all, the words that the minister said before the raid were like what the emperor said to the marshal: "Usually you are responsible for the battle command, but if you really encounter a critical moment, you should listen to the order of the halberd bearer in your camp."

No matter which marshal heard such words, he would subconsciously think that the man holding the halberd was Han Xin.

If Xia Shou were in Mo Ying's position, seeing that the forward in his team was so capable and was entrusted with important tasks by the leader, and could even use the "Scar" that could kill instantly at critical moments, he would also think that the other side must have some bigger killer hidden.

However, the fact is that Shangguan Yan made such arrangements only because she knew the existence of [Self-Destruction].

As for that scar…it just wasn’t useful in saving my life last time.

"Hey, don't tell me there's nothing you can do!!!" Mo Ying's tone changed.

Xia Shou sighed heavily: "Is it a collective decision of the leaders to let me fight?"

"No, they haven't come to a conclusion yet. I was going to make a proposal, but if you can't do it, then there's really nothing I can do." Mo Ying's voice sank, as if he had already started thinking about other countermeasures.

After listening to this, Xia Shou thought for a while and went over the current situation again in his mind.

The current situation cannot be said to be bad, it can only be said to be no different from a collapse.

But even so, there are still good and bad sides.

The bad news is that all the evidence that Mo Ying believed he had a powerful killer move was a lie, and all his speculations were illusions based on misunderstandings.

And the good news is...he actually has a trump card.

"Let me do it. Wait for me, I'm on my way." Xia Shou put down the walkie-talkie.

After listening to Mo Ying's analysis of the writer's abilities, Xia Shou began searching for a solution in his mind.

The writer's ability to turn into flames can be dealt with by using the book of forbidden knowledge given to him by Rosa.

Ignore the slashing attack from space and use the blood demon mode to resist it.

But he really had no way to deal with the opponent's powerful idealistic martial arts. Although the cutting of the mirror magic directly took effect on the space and could cut the opponent, the writer's slash could directly destroy the mirror itself.

As long as the writer is not an idiot, mirror magic will be of no use, and the scissors of information are only level 5 and cannot be used on the writer.

From these points of view, the writer seems to be invincible and he has no chance of winning at all.

But fortunately, he also has an extremely amazing skill.

It’s up to you again… to reach the pinnacle!

(End of this chapter)