abnormal mutation

Chapter 96 Not a Little Elegant

"Holy crap! This is outrageous!"

Roland's head throbbed with excitement; he hadn't expected such an extraordinary ability, comparable to the power of words to become law.

He immediately used his mental link to tell Steben to stay away, Mandy to conceal herself and wait for the right moment, while simultaneously summoning Drake.

"Shhhhh-"

A vast surge of spiritual energy coursed through the monster, arrows coiling around its head, neck, and chest, all blocked by two thick arms. The filthy, black flesh and blood burst open, but the attack was only slightly faster than the monster's regeneration.

The monster's charge slowed slightly, but it still charged forward resolutely, like a raging bull, violently flattening all the wooden houses along its path.

"What is this thing?!"

The monster's dark eyes were filled with madness, and the occasional eye contact sent chills down Roland's spine.

He felt that the monster looked familiar, and when he saw the law enforcement officer's hat, he had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, the golden sun in the sky seemed to flicker.

A blinding beam of golden light descended from the sky, enveloping the monster like a fiery blade striking water, accompanied by a violent hissing sound, billowing black smoke and a putrid stench.

"what--"

The monster let out a mournful howl and collapsed to the ground, unable to escape the golden light no matter how it moved or rolled.

Roland turned his head and saw that Priest Pedro was rushing over with a group of priests, with Fanny and Hughes following behind with a group of law enforcement officers.

Further away, townspeople ran out with their families, while some people came against the flow, including Mayor Orge.

"Run!" Pedro shouted to Roland. "Mark has lost control. Lead him to the snowfield; we won't be able to kill him there."

Before Roland could reply, a monster roared from within the golden light, its voice carrying a hint of majesty: "Tyrannical decree: Disorder has broken out here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light flickered, but ultimately did not dissipate.

"How is this possible? Tyranny decree: Disperse!" the monster shouted again, and this time the effect was immediate, the golden light vanishing in an instant.

Roland was taken aback. Was this law just something to be said casually? Would a law that's too broad be less effective? Is there a limit to the number of times it can be used?
"You are all going to die!"

The monster's charred skin quickly recovered, and it charged at Roland again, its resentment undiminished.

"We don't have any grudges, do we?" Roland retorted, then gestured for Mandy and Drake to attack simultaneously.

"Shhhhh-"

"Woo-"

Several sharp arrows and spinning axes came whistling through the air, causing the monster to stagger a few steps.

"boom--"

A bullet struck the monster precisely in the eye socket, shattering flesh and bone and creating a bloody crater. Eleven more bullets followed, piercing through the crater and ripping off its skull.

The monster fell backward and lay motionless.

Mandy, at the cost of exhausting her body, unleashed two powerful attacks that severely damaged the monster.

Roland's smile froze on his face after only a few seconds. In the vision of the Golden Eye, the monster's chaotic spirit turned completely black, and Mark's spirit was assimilated. He died, but the monster did not.

His recovery ability became stronger; flesh and blood grew back, and even dark brain matter grew out.

Roland no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, and purple light enveloped his body, with a pair of enormous purple dragon wings appearing on his back.

With a flap of its wings, a beam of purple light shot into the monster's chest in an instant.

The monster's body stiffened, its black spirituality was severely damaged, its scales faintly glowed with purple light, and the countless strange eyes on its skin dried up and closed.

But just a few seconds later, those eyes reopened and looked at him simultaneously, like a gaze from the abyss, icy and chilling, giving him the feeling that his soul was about to be frozen.

"Tyrannical decree: Deportation!"

The sound emanated from the monster's chest, cold as a blade, echoing incessantly, unlike any human voice.

Roland sensed something was wrong. After a moment's thought, he realized that Drake, Mandy, and Sterburn had indeed all been sent back to the spirit world.

"Close combat!" Pro suddenly warned, "Its extraordinary abilities are based on laws, and your resistance is very high, making you its natural counter."

Roland drew his staff and unleashed a [Soul-Splitting Scream]. The monster swayed twice, seemingly soulless, and was not greatly affected.

He frowned slightly. Dragon Soul and Soul Rift Scream were very effective against extraordinary creatures, but he didn't expect them to be so ineffective against this kind of monster.

"Tyrannical Law: You are under arrest!"

An invisible force field descended upon him, like two chains binding him tightly. He felt a strong sense of guilt and could not muster any thought of resistance.

Roland snorted coldly, dispelling these thoughts. With a forceful struggle, the chains shattered, proving they weren't as strong as he had imagined.

The monster's face remained expressionless as it pointed again: "Tyrannical Law: Cage!"

"boom--"

The invisible cage descended, but Roland easily shattered it with a kick: "That's it!"

"Laws of Tyranny..."

"Shut up!" Before he could finish speaking, Roland swooped down and punched him, knocking his head to the side and abruptly interrupting his words.

I'll smash you to pieces, then see how you survive!

His spiritual energy gathered in his arms, his body wreathed in ethereal flames, and his fists fell like warhammers, creating large craters in the ground and shattering the monster's bones and tendons.

The methods were brutal and the scene was gruesome, but they were surprisingly effective against the monster.

Surrounding them, Commissioner Chad and Priest Pedro led hundreds of men to completely encircle the battlefield. Many of them wore resolute expressions, having already prepared themselves for death. Unexpectedly, the situation took an unexpected turn, and the monster, which had "died and been resurrected" multiple times, was now being beaten without any chance to fight back.

Everyone was stunned, utterly shocked, and unsure how to describe their feelings.

“Is this… Roland?” Pedro St. held the sealed artifact he had just brought out, his mind in turmoil.

Chad glanced instinctively at Hughes and Mayor Org beside him. He had just arrived and had only looked at the documents, so he wasn't sure.

“Judging from the looks of it… yes.” Hughes replied unconsciously, his eyes wide.

Fifteen minutes later, Roland successfully fulfilled his promise. The monster was torn to pieces, and blood and rotten flesh covered the surrounding area for dozens of meters. The most intact part was its left hand, which was holding the Codex.

His clothes and shoes couldn't withstand the violent exercise and were torn to shreds. He was only wearing shorts, and his naked body was covered in bloodstains. White steam rose from the air, and in the haze, he looked like a war god emerging from the abyss.

He stood up, his feet were cold and sticky, the sensation was disgusting, and his nose was filled with the stench of decay. Waves of chaotic spirituality assaulted his soul, but they were all blocked by the power of his spirituality and bloodline.

"Everyone back off! Don't touch any blood!" Pedro shouted.

The out-of-control monster is covered in pollution; even a touch from an ordinary person will contaminate it, making it extremely dangerous.

Roland glanced around and saw many familiar faces; the people of Ice River Town were indeed full of fighting spirit.

'His image is completely ruined.'

He also wants to be as carefree as a mage, but unfortunately, he can't do it at this stage.

Shaking his head, he picked up his pocket watch and the staff of lament, and casually tucked the law book under his arm.

The monster was indeed dead, but the Staff of Aria had failed to absorb its soul, which disappointed him greatly.

"The souls of those who have lost control are almost shattered, held together only by their extraordinary traits. They have no mind, relying entirely on instinct. The mutated monsters that different extraordinary individuals become are different; try to stay far away from them next time you encounter one," Pro reminded him casually.

Roland didn't say anything. If it were anywhere else, he wouldn't have rushed so eagerly, but this was Ice River Town. He would just consider it a way of repaying the people of Ice River Town for their help to the original owner.

'Mark is a law enforcement officer, how could he lose control?' He was puzzled.

'Anything related to the extraordinary can get out of control. He made a mistake and may be expelled from the Law Enforcement Spirit Domain. Unwilling to accept this, he wants to use the Law Enforcement Spirit Domain to forcibly enter the extraordinary realm with the [Tyranny Code]. His idea is very bold, but what a pity.' Pro felt quite sorry.

Roland suddenly realized that Mark must have known the newspaper's contents beforehand and had deliberately hidden it. The prestige of the Ice River Town Enforcement Bureau had plummeted, and its enforcement domain had been damaged; as its director, he was certain to be punished.

At this moment, Priest Pedro and Commissioner Chad cautiously approached, fearing that Roland might go berserk and have a stress reaction.

"Roland, are you alright?" the priest asked softly.

"I'm fine." Roland waved his hand, making up a casual excuse, "I'm just a little tired."

“Go and rest, leave this to us,” Director Chad said, patting his chest.

Roland not only saved him and Ice River Town, but also indirectly saved the Enforcement Agency. Otherwise, if monsters had run rampant, the Enforcement Agency's reputation would have been beyond repair.

(End of this chapter)