abnormal mutation

Chapter 97 Outlaws
"Hold on."

Roland paced back and forth, as if searching for something.

A moment later, the extraordinary properties of the out-of-control monster slowly precipitated out and gradually coalesced into a mass of grayish-black viscous substance.

He set aside his extraordinary qualities and calmly explained, "I've taken care of it for you. Besides, I'm leaving Ice River Town, so there's nothing more for me here, right?"

"Oh, you're just leaving like that? I haven't even thanked you yet." Chad looked surprised.

“I have important business in Grantham and can’t delay any longer.” Roland waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Alright then, let me know if anything comes up." Chad warmly saw him off.

After walking for a while, Roland still showed no intention of returning the Code of Tyranny. He wanted it but didn't dare to ask. After struggling for a moment, he could only turn away silently and pretend he hadn't seen it.

As Roland left, he patted Hughes on the shoulder without saying a word. He genuinely felt that being a law enforcement officer was not a good profession, giving one the feeling of a declining era.

Especially after what happened today, it seems like an accident, but who knows if someone was secretly guiding and manipulating it!
After leaving the battle zone, they didn't encounter anyone along the way, and Evan and his group were nowhere to be found either. The townspeople had all fled to the North City or the surrounding snowfields.

After the monster died, the effect of the law disappeared. He summoned two wolves, Aileya, and Drake. Aileya was on guard, while Drake rode a sled to bring Evan and the others back.

While you're at it, find old tailor Taylor; he needs a new outfit.

After washing up, he quietly took the ominous and extraordinary item to the spirit world and temporarily placed it in a corner, waiting for the rune seed to digest the extraordinary item before deciding what to do with it.

Evan and the others hadn't returned yet, so he treated the spiritual glimmers like snacks, popping them into his mouth one by one until he ate the sixteenth one before he felt full.

'Is his growing appetite related to the strength of his life and soul?' he speculated.

He put on the Eye of Pro and asked, "Pro, does higher health mean higher resistance?"

After a long silence, Pro said quietly, "Are you asking for nothing? Those used to be freebies with purchases, but you haven't bought anything lately!"

"Well, one spiritual glimmer every day, regardless of whether I ask you questions or not, but you have to guarantee the accuracy of your answers, otherwise... there won't be a next time." Roland took out a spiritual glimmer and suggested.

"Deal, I never lie." Pro readily agreed.

It swallowed the spiritual glimmer, and after a long while, it spoke: 'Resistance is related to life, soul, and spirit; the three are inseparable.'

The strength of the soul and life can be equated; if one is strong, the other must also be strong, unless evil magic is used.

When you first enter the extraordinary realm, the total amount and intensity of your spirituality will be lower than that of your soul. As you continue to advance, the three will tend to merge at higher sequences. You heard right, merge, the three natures become one.

The nature of life also changes, from dominant to auxiliary. At this time, the extraordinary becomes the essence of the being, extremely powerful, capable of physically entering and leaving the spirit world…

Roland nodded slightly: 'The resistance of low to mid-sequence units is dominated by life and soul, which means I still have an advantage.'

"You have an advantage, but it's not strong. The life strength of the veteran sequence extraordinary individuals is stronger than yours," Pro pointed out.

"You're going too far. I'm only Sequence 9," Roland retorted.

"You won't be in Sequence 9 for long," Pro said calmly.

Roland nodded. He hadn't done anything, yet the speed at which his extraordinary qualities and spirituality merged was astonishing. It could only be said that a harmonious connection of mind and spirit was more important than a powerful method.

'What exactly are the laws? Can I stand up to law enforcement officers in normal circumstances?' he continued.

The essence of laws and regulations is no different from other traits. They are the manifestation of law enforcement, laws and other related traits. You can understand all traits as rules or concepts. As long as they do not reach the level of authority, they all have various limitations.

Some are powerful in the real world, such as law enforcement officers and mechanics, while others are terrifyingly powerful in the spirit world, such as mourners with special spiritual qualities.

The battles of the extraordinary are a clash of rules against rules. Bloodborne sorcerers are best known for their disbelief in gods; their bloodline traits excel at defying the rules. Furthermore, the liquid divine metal within you provides invisibility, making you a natural-born outlaw…

'That sounds pretty good, then I'll buy some more gold.' Roland felt a pang of regret at the thought, having just consumed tens of grams of gold in the battle.

The vision, spirituality, and extraordinary qualities of out-of-control monsters are all corrupting; it's safer to activate the Golden Eye.

Are there many people out of control? Is the Seventh Authority behind this?

"There's plenty. The Hid Empire is doing a pretty good job of controlling things. You'll see how chaotic the world is once you go out there. As for whether the Seventh Authority is instigating or provoking us, that's hard to say. At least there's no visible trace of it on the surface," Pro said thoughtfully.

"What a coincidence! After decades of peace and tranquility, their arrival has brought about major events every time," Roland sighed.

Pro remained silent, refraining from unfounded speculation. Just then, footsteps sounded outside.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Evan and the others rushed in, their faces full of worry.

The scene of Roland fighting on the rooftop was witnessed by many people and spread like wildfire.

"It's nothing. Where are my clothes?" Roland didn't mention the fight just now; they didn't need to know too many details.

"Old Taylor said he'll bring it over to you right away." Evan was relieved to see that his older brother didn't have a single wound on him.

"Pack your things, get ready to leave."

"Now?" Evan asked in surprise, "It's already past two o'clock."

“Now, there’s still time.” Roland didn’t explain; he felt uneasy and thought it better to leave as soon as possible.

"Ok."

A few minutes later, old Taylor arrived with his son, carrying a tool bag and a pile of clothes.

Old Taylor looked slightly melancholy, muttering to himself, "I brought you the most presentable clothes from Ice River Town. People outside are all snobs..."

Roland smiled without saying a word and silently put on his clothes, but only his underwear, shirt, vest and coat.

Old Taylor knew his measurements; the clothes weren't custom-made, but they fit him well enough for everyday use. The design definitely incorporated many Southern elements; the coat was a fitted black stand-up collar long trench coat made of wool, warm yet not bulky.

"Not bad, tall and imposing, truly embodying the spirit of a Northern man." Old Taylor smiled, his face full of wrinkles, his dim old eyes shining brightly.

Roland took out fifty German dollars and handed them to old Taylor. Normal clothes certainly wouldn't cost that much, but these clothes didn't look cheap at all. He remembered that the pair of snow wolf leather boots cost twenty German dollars.

“How can I take your money?” Old Taylor insisted.

It was chaotic just now, but at least everyone knows that Roland stepped in to save them from danger. If he were to actually take the blame, his old friends would definitely be furious with him.

Roland didn't insist on it outwardly, but secretly slipped money into old Taylor's tool bag. Old Taylor wasn't particularly wealthy; he didn't charge for the craftsmanship, but what about the expensive materials?

Fifteen minutes later, a sled pulled by two giant black wolves left from the west gate.

The sleds flew from the south around Glacier Town, along the Frost River, speeding southeast and kicking up a long trail of flying snow.

The Frost River originates in the mountains of southern Almosideshire, flowing north and southwest through the major cities of Sogattach and Grantham and numerous towns, before emptying into the Ice Sea northwest of Glacier.

There is almost no road between Glacier and Grantham; sleds are the main mode of transportation. Roland has a map but doesn't know the way, but he only needs to keep walking along the Frost River to get to Grantham.

The sled was heavy, but the two wolves were no longer what they used to be; they easily exceeded 30 Delhi per hour, and should have no problem reaching Grantham before dark.

Evan and his friends, wrapped in blankets, huddled among the luggage. They were initially excited, shouting and yelling, but having grown accustomed to the white landscape and the biting cold wind, they quickly fell silent.

More than two hours later, scattered villages and towns began to appear in the surrounding area, all of which were built along the river.

The group was greatly encouraged; seeing the village meant they were not far from Grantham.

Suddenly, a strange rumbling sound came from the sky, causing Evan and the others to look up and search.

“That’s a steam-powered snowmobile.” Roland’s voice clearly reached their ears.

“I’ve seen law enforcement officers ride by…” Targen’s voice was carried away by the cold wind and could not be heard clearly.

As they were talking, the two snowmobiles adjusted their direction and moved closer to the sled.

Roland had amazing eyesight and quickly grasped the situation after a brief glance.

Two steam snowmobiles each carried two people. They were not law enforcement officers, but rather hunters, judging from their attire. They were well-equipped and dressed in fine clothes, carrying weapons, rifles, and bows and arrows.

'Is it because I'm out of touch with the times that I'm hunting on a steam-powered snowmobile?' Roland couldn't understand.

The steam-powered snowmobile was very noisy; you could hear it from a great distance. It was also slow, and any prey that wasn't stupid would have already run away.

Moreover, although this is a snowfield, it is close to Grantham, so there are few prey, and they are mostly small herbivores. Hunters either go north or east and rarely come here.

(End of this chapter)