Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 167 This Superman is Too Cautious
He would gain fifty experience points for each cultist he killed; the reward system for this mission was exactly the leveling-up process he had been looking forward to.

That's exactly how games should be fun.

And if we do it this way...

That's when things get interesting.

He had only planned to visit the Natural Baptism Church that Mick White had mentioned, but the system's actions had given him a real incentive.

If he were to allow even a single earthworm to survive in that Natural Baptism sect's territory, it would be considered a sign of his lack of ambition.

Kill kill kill kill kill kill!

Children, the Great Western King is here!
of course.

He understood that he hadn't become an ancestor yet, and at least for now, he certainly wouldn't indiscriminately kill innocent people to level up.

Waiting for the place.

He can distinguish right from wrong.

While thinking.

Chen Baiyu then looked at the other information about the task on the system panel.

What does "highlighted target" mean?
Theoretically speaking.

It should be like in the game, making the model of a specific target have a highlighted white edge? In reality, it would mean that the person he is about to kill would glow in his eyes?

After a moment of contemplation, he subconsciously looked around.

Looking around, there were no targets marked with highlights.

The corpse on the ground was obviously not a mission objective because it died before the mission was issued, so there was no expectation that its corpse would glow at this moment.

As he was observing, he suddenly noticed the small, transparent map he had bought in his field of vision.

There are now some more things on it.

There are some points of light distributed in both the areas where the terrain can be seen and the areas where the terrain is completely dark.

On the minimap, two of the illuminated areas appear to be stationary where he came from, while two others seem to be moving in his direction.

On the minimap, in the dark areas where the view is not illuminated, there are thirteen points of light clustered together, motionless.

moment.

Chen Baiyu then understood what this thing was.

This is what the system refers to as the highlighted task target!

His mission objectives are now marked on the system's minimap, allowing him to track them down and resolve them at any time.

This amazed Chen Baiyu.

Not a buddy?

You have this function? Why didn't you bring it up sooner?
Previously, Chen Baiyu had always felt that the mini-map function was really useless, only displaying planned routes on the map when it provided guidance for the missions he was undertaking. In essence, it felt similar to using a poorly designed navigation system.

After arriving here, I felt like placing view markers and lighting up the map, not because the minimap was particularly useful, but purely because I was bored due to my obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But looking at it now...

The ability to highlight specific targets on the minimap makes all the difference.

If you could mark friendly or enemy players, it would be an absolute map-penetrating cheat, allowing you to monitor anyone's movements at any time.

It can play a significant role in many places.

Although we don't know exactly how to do it right now, we can make this feature available even when there are no tasks.

However, the fact that we can see the highlight markers now means that the system's minimap at least has this function, and it's just waiting for him to figure out a more universal way to use it.

While thinking.

Having no time for research at the moment, Chen Baiyu shifted her attention more to the mission.

Looking at the 17 bright dots on the minimap that looked like a see-through map, a smile almost immediately appeared on his lips.

good very good.

Originally, we needed to carefully consider how to leave as few survivors as possible and how to kill as many as possible, but now we don't need to think about it anymore.

With the help of the leader, how could they possibly stand a chance against us?! They are all nothing but chickens and dogs!
But before setting off.

Chen Baiyu needs to prepare properly.

His magic power was completely depleted during the previous experiment with the fireball spell, and he needed to use visualization techniques to replenish it.

Although, theoretically, given his abilities, he could easily mow down a group of cultists even without mana.
However, these are still cult members from a free country, and gun ownership is a basic requirement for everyone. It's not impossible that some of them are carrying machine guns and RPGs.

The necessary respect should still be maintained.

It's not just about mana regeneration.

Chen Baiyu also planned to visit the gathering place of the Natural Baptism Sect, where the thirteen people had gathered, to take a look at the level of defense in their hometown.

Site scouting is necessary.

Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to survive a hundred battles.

When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength.

Moreover, this is not a case of a lion hunting a rabbit; the opponent is definitely stronger than any enemy Chen Baiyu has faced so far.

Small-time thugs and shady brokers are nothing more than the most docile lambs in front of this group of cultists armed with multiple firearms.

While pondering this...

Chen Baiyu quickened his pace and headed towards the place where many people were gathered.

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Vice-leader Peggy Bradley and leader Manny Chambers stumbled through the dense forest, following the deafening explosion.

The sound was extremely loud.

The moment I heard it.

He immediately rushed over with Peggy Bradley without hesitation, leaving the two believers by the charred magic circle.

Because the sound was quite far away.

Manny, who had been traveling for too long, initially thought he had misheard and that the explosion was an illusion.

But when they pushed aside the bushes blocking their way and came to a stream.

The sight before them made the two freeze instantly.

In the soft light of dawn.

That familiar stream looked as if it had been bitten hard by an ancient behemoth.

In the middle is a charred pit several meters in diameter.

The stream was brutally cut off and diverted.

It split into two murky streams, aimlessly washing over the grass on the bank.

It looked like a complete mess.

“WAS ZUR HLLE”

Manny Chambers instinctively cursed out in his native dialect.

His eyes widened, and his jaw almost dropped.

The scene before him exceeded his expectations.

This is clearly a small-scale demolition site!
Perhaps that crazy performance artist with the laser device comes from that country where people wear a cloth over their heads?
Moreover, this place is too close to his base!

Meanwhile, Peggy Bradley was completely immersed in another kind of extreme shock.

Her knees buckled.

With a "plop," he knelt down on the damp humus.

Clasp your hands together and press them firmly against your forehead.

She has seen and thought about too much since midnight.

She, who was not superstitious to begin with, became confused.

She closed her eyes tightly, and her lips began to move silently and rapidly.

She was confessing her doubts about miracles, repenting for the filth and bloodshed of her sect and her past, and praying for God's forgiveness and guidance.

"Explosives?!" "Are you crazy?! Why would you bring explosives here instead of looking for skyscrapers or busy city centers?"

Manny recovered from his initial shock and couldn't help but curse aloud, his chest heaving violently.

He angrily kicked away a charred rock at his feet and began to search for clues more carefully around the crater.

Ashes from the campfire, gnawed fish bones, and scattered but unusually steady footprints on the ground...

Manny tried to piece together the image and whereabouts of the mysterious intruder in his mind, because he could not tolerate any threat approaching his vault.

"Peggy! Stop kneeling!"

"Get up and help search! We must..."

Manny yelled in frustration, but his voice trailed off as he saw something through the gaps in the bushes not far away.

In the shadow of the dense forest behind the bushes.

There appears to be a twisted humanoid figure lying there?
Wait until we get closer.

It becomes much clearer then.

That familiar clothing and those disheveled blond hair...

“Mick?”

Manny's voice was filled with disbelief.

He instinctively drew the pistol from his waist and remained alert for a while, observing any movement around him.

He then carefully pushed aside the obstructing branches and leaves to approach.

He walked a short distance without encountering any threat as he approached.

The sight before him made his pupils shrink.

He saw his acquaintance, Mick White, slumped to the ground in an extremely unnatural posture.

His lower body was twisted strangely, clearly indicating that his spine was broken.

What's even more terrifying is his right hand.

The five fingers were bent backward at various bizarre angles, with the finger bones piercing through the flesh and exposed to the air in a gruesome manner, looking like a bloody mess.

The most fatal and shocking wound was in his left eye.

A rough, sharpened wooden stick, like the pen of a judge from hell, pierced deeply into his eyeball.

His other eye was wide open.

His dilated pupils were filled with the extreme fear and pain of dying.

“Mick, how could he…”

Manny unconsciously became somewhat incoherent.

That's Mick.

How could he die here? And so horribly? Who did it? That madman who created the explosion? That madman not only had the ability to create an explosion, but also so easily tortured and killed Mick, an experienced, ruthless guy who was definitely armed?!
Peggy was also startled by Manny's voice.

She walked over and followed Manny's horrified gaze.

When they saw the state of Mick White's death.

She gasped.

The wooden stick inserted into the eye socket made one feel a phantom eye pain just by looking at it.

Perhaps because she had been too frightened today, or perhaps because she had often witnessed grand scenes during live sacrifices in the sect, she did not scream.

He approached the corpse, his face pale but his demeanor calm.

Upon closer inspection, one would discover that the rough wooden spear was not a meticulously crafted weapon, but rather something that had been casually carved out.

But it was so useful that it was incorporated into the design.

If I had to describe it, it would be precise, ruthless, and full of absolute control.

"Completely powerless to fight back..."

Peggy muttered to herself as she made a judgment?
She knows Mick White very well.

He was the most ruthless and skilled in hand-to-hand combat and firearms "security director" in the sect. He joined the organization simply so that he could kill people frequently without getting caught.

Within the sect, no one surpasses him in either hand-to-hand combat or marksmanship.

He could easily be described as the organization's top enforcer.

But at the moment.

Peggy Bradley could see that Mick White was as vulnerable as an infant in the face of some unknown entity.

While she was thinking, she suddenly turned her head.

Looking at the stream that had been blasted and diverted, she felt as if the roar of the explosion was still echoing in her ears.

this moment.

Peggy Bradley has figured it out!
Mick probably disturbed the gods' rest.

Or worse, who knows, he might dare to point a gun at the gods!
So the gods unleashed their thunderous wrath.

They crushed him in the most primitive and violent way.

That wooden spear was like a disciplinary staff that a god had casually picked up from the ground.

That guy is definitely not the performance artist that Master Manny is talking about.

He is not some crazy terrorist.

That guy was the god who came along with the seven-colored rainbow light she had seen before!

Or, even if they are not gods, they are at least gods' agents on earth.

Mick White is facing divine punishment!
Think of this.

A tremendous fear and awe mixed with ecstatic joy instantly overwhelmed Peggy.

She was overjoyed because she felt she had touched upon a cold and cruel reality far beyond her imagination.

The awe stemmed from the fact that she foresaw her own death and that of everyone else.

They desecrated nature, polluting this forest with blood and desire.

And now.

A being that truly represents some kind of great power has arrived!

Furthermore, He is clearly not merciful!

"Manny!"

"We should probably go back right now!"

Peggy's voice, carrying an unusual calmness, interrupted the cult leader's mutterings.

She felt that things were probably not peaceful in the sect by now, but perhaps only by going back to ask for death could she find peace in the afterlife.

Perhaps having grown accustomed to a life of leisure over the years, Manny seemed to have lost his usual composure and keen observation skills. When he left, all he could think about were the organs in the cold storage and the blood-stained wealth in his account.

He is no longer the shrewd, capable, and scheming leader he once was.

So at that moment, Manny suddenly snapped out of his daze, his face a mixture of anger and exasperation, and said, "Yes! Go back!"

"When the time comes, immediately gather everyone to search! Turn the entire forest upside down, find that madman!"

"He killed Mick! He even blew this place up! This is incredibly dangerous!"

"We must not let him get near the base! Let's go!"

Thinking that he still had goods and money at the base, he almost hysterically roared.

Peggy Bradley did not refute Manny.

she knows.

If Manny wanted to send people to wipe them out, he might just be leading everyone to a fate destined to be wiped out by the gods at will.

God has already shown his wrath.

And those lost lambs are rushing toward the altar in complete ignorance.

(End of this chapter)