This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 78 Come on, Mr. Nie!

The followers of the Reversion Cult were indeed a force that ordinary people could not contend with. However, as a group of spellcasters, asking them to hike an unknown distance and then climb twenty or so floors was probably a bit too much for them.

"This... one floor... why is it so high..."

Some believers stopped praying and chanting, climbing up panting and groaning. The leader, supported by several gray spirits, with most of his weight resting on them, floated lightly upward. He glanced at the believer indifferently, frightening him into silence.

"This is a test from the gods," he said. "You know what you have to do."

"Yes." The believer had regained his composure, at least on the surface. Even though he was still exhausted, he murmured softly, "Honor the Lord's Word. All suffering in the world is refining fire, and all hatred in the world is the journey of the heart. Pain is the source of life. Only by accepting and enjoying pain can it be reduced. Believers help each other, and through these thorns, we can return to our true selves..."

He recited this weird thing disguised as normal with real emotion, and the others also listened with real emotion and lowered their heads to recite it.

The same is true for the team leader. His faith is much more devout than these people. After all, these people have only witnessed the divine power predicted by the Lord, while he has truly received the Lord's blessing.

Long before arriving in the New World, their Promised Land, he had felt the baptism of that vast and beautiful divine power. However, Earth was too dull to allow this great power to surge. Only after arriving in the New World did this power gradually awaken...

Now, he is getting closer to that great realm every day.

All the prices paid were worth it.

he thinks.

What did the so-called parents and children mean? Only self-improvement and merging into a truly great power was his destined path.

"Life is one long litany." He sighed softly, feeling his heart overflow with happiness. "In the end, we will return to the embrace of the gods..."

“Life is one long litany,” they whispered, feeling their hearts overflow with happiness. “Eventually, we will return to the embrace of the gods.”

Top floor, here we are.

The door to the observation deck was open, and the wind blew their black and red robes, causing the chains to clink. That sense of magnanimity also reached the leader, who briefly lost his composure, arms outstretched, and took a deep breath, gazing at the setting sun as it moved toward the horizon.

"What a wonderful new world..." His voice was filled with incomparable happiness. "This great new world, and the wind without any noise!"

He laughed and took out a box as big as a human head from his backpack. When he opened it, he found a skull inside.

"This is your final mission, baby." He caressed the skull lovingly, as if stroking a child's hair. "You finally got a perfect score on the test. This is a gift from the gods.

"Now……"

He held up the skull with both hands, and naturally other believers took the box down—

"...begin the beacon ceremony," he said.

Under the believers' longing and reverent gazes, a terrifying roar of an engine broke through the air, and a giant steel beast broke through the air and swept across the ground!
'boom--! ! ! ’

Bones were broken, flesh and blood splattered, and their bodies smashed through the glass partitions and the glass fences of the observation deck. The cultists flew out of the top floor of City Voice like flowers scattered by fairies.

Injured and falling due to weightlessness, the team leader panicked for a moment, screaming and waving his limbs in the air. Two seconds later, he remembered the skill, but the strong wind prevented him from calling out the name of the skill. He could only try his best to silently release several spirits, struggling to reduce the falling speed for himself, the spirit messenger and the three believers who were nearby.

He didn't even see who the attacker was or where he came from!
Who... who on earth set a trap for them? !
The other thirteen people slammed to the ground, shattered into a pulpy mess. The leader and four others landed together, the heavy impact still causing them to vomit blood, and they were unable to get up for a while. The huge drop made him howl in despair, his face briefly stretched like a wolf, a sign of the purified werewolf bloodline.

"Where's my daughter... Where's my daughter!!" He yelled and fumbled around, and the gray spirit scattered in search.

The skull was gone! It wasn't in his hand! His daughter! The daughter he had placed in the pool of blood!
"Baby? Baby!" the leader shouted, and the spirit messenger next to him rushed over and grabbed his hand: "Sir, we need to see who the enemy is first!"

Enemy... yes, enemy.

The team leader took a deep breath and managed to regain his composure. He sat down on the ground with difficulty, took out a telescope from his backpack, and looked up at the sky above the tower.

It was getting dark, and darkness was invading from behind him. The lights of the city lights illuminated the half of the sky that was lit. Even under that light, broken glass pieces were still falling like rain in the sky.

A figure landed on the edge of the observation deck.

He was a tall young man with a shield on his left arm and a sword on his left waist. He was wearing silver light armor, his black windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and his short black and white hair moved slightly.

A pair of sunglasses concealed the man's expression, but the leader could see that the guy's right fingers gently supported a pale skull, and...

...and gave him a harmless smile.

……

"I'm going to kill him!!!!!" the leader roared.

His appearance completely transformed into that of a werewolf, and his limbs also began to change. The canine lower limbs hidden under his robes allowed him to stride forward.

"Sir!!!" the Spirit Messenger yelled, "It's getting dark, we have to leave!"

"No, we can't!" the leader roared, "That's the only beacon. If we can't get it back, our mission will fail!"

Mission failed...

The Spirit Messenger shuddered at the thought of this word. Not only because of the punishment for mission failure, but also because failure would disappoint the gods and the leader.

No, no, this won't work!
Confused, she pushed herself up from the ground, took out a small silver bottle from her backpack and poured something into her mouth, while following the leader to run towards the tower. Behind her, three believers did the same.

She didn't realize that she could no longer hear the voices of her fellow sisters from afar.

……

Nie Weiyang put away the skull.

He returned to the observation deck with a cold expression.

"How long until nightfall?" he asked.

"15 minutes and 32 seconds," the host replied.

"According to your preset mechanism, what help can you provide me?" he asked again.

This time, the host computer no longer replied "No log recorded." Instead, it projected a light screen, drawing two clear, constantly changing routes on the map above, one purple and one green.

"The purple route is the primary placement path for units along the cordon, and the green route is the safe path," the clueless machine said. "The current planning proposal is from: [CSSS Special Tactical Planning Group Information Database during the Boundary War Period]. Identify the responsible unit and safeguard your own rights. Come on, Mr. Nie!"

　My White Scar friends have already started trying to get me into White Scars but we Salamanders will never give in to the temptation of speed racing…!
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　　I forgot to set up automatic publishing for this chapter (sad
　　
　
(End of this chapter)