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A magnificent archway, meticulously woven from numerous balloons, streamers, and ribbons, suddenly jutted out from the void. The space inside rippled like the surface of water, and in the hazy light, an enormous, five-colored, gilded tent appeared and disappeared.

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"You two, you better hold on tight to me!"

Katie tightly gripped the two terrified children with one hand, shielding them behind her, while in the other hand she nervously brandished a short cross sword.

The once brightly lit and cozy home is now pitch black, with only the family altar beneath them and the sword in their hands emitting a faint glow.

She felt like she was going crazy. How could such an absurd thing happen?

The clown in the videotape suddenly crawled out of the TV and launched an attack, but at the critical moment, the so-called holy objects that Grandpa brought back from visiting friends in the holy city actually displayed their divine power and protected them!

Is this a fantasy drama directed by some reality show director?

Heaven have mercy, she had always thought that her grandfather was just bragging when he said his childhood playmate was a big shot in the church.

But it seems unlikely that it can hold on for much longer...

Katie stared in horror at the approaching monster; each footstep struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

As the enemy drew near, the dense darkness seemed to pounce like a menacing demon, and the various decorations on the altar began to sway.

The handwritten parchment Bible had faded and the writing had disappeared;

The clear holy water in the glass bottle mysteriously boiled and evaporated.

The model of angel wings made of white feathers has turned yellow and discolored.

Even the silver sword in her hand trembled under the strain, and the Latin proverbs engraved on it quickly rusted and peeled off.

A white glove brushed across the kitchen counter, stroking the knife rack, weighing each knife in its hand, and finally selecting a thick-backed cleaver.

Sensing that his power to protect his prey was about to be exhausted, the clown dressed in black and white striped clothes smiled cruelly, shook his head pretentiously, and suddenly produced a candle with a ghost face painted on it by flipping his five fingers.

It puffed out its cheeks dramatically and blew hard, sending out a surge of eerie wind that instantly extinguished the small candle flame. Immediately afterward, a scorching flame suddenly erupted, fiercely licking at the already thin holy light like a long dragon.

The final straw broke the camel's back; the scrolls and wings instantly burst into flames, billowing black smoke. The holy water bottle shattered suddenly, sharp shards of glass flying everywhere, cutting the children's arms and causing them to scream in pain.

The cleaver slammed down with a loud clang, easily shattering the rusty sword, and then cleaved down towards the woman's forehead!

Katie held her child and desperately tried to dodge, but her body couldn't keep up with her thoughts, and she could only watch in despair as the deadly weapon slowly fell!

"Sizzle!" The chilling sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh and bone echoed in her ears, yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

"You guys are really lucky..."

Zhu Mingyao retrieved the sword pellet and coldly scanned his surroundings. The clown's corpse had gradually turned into putrid mud, and the altar was in a mess.

Like them, only one in a thousand residents have genuine religious artifacts enshrined in their homes, and most people are not so fortunate as to survive until the rescue. Tonight, the number of dead and injured will likely be considerable.

Fortunately, this should be the last one.

His Heavenly Eye, a golden eye on his forehead, carefully sensed that the clowns who had been rampaging through the town had been completely wiped out by the Five Elements Yin Soldiers and the summoned flying dragons, and the fog was gradually dissipating.

Zhu Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief, took out his communicator, and prepared to contact Beverly and the others to come in and clean up the mess.

Just then, his eyebrows suddenly twitched, and two strange auras arose suddenly in his spiritual sense!

A pure, icy killing intent, as powerful and sharp as a bone-scraping steel knife, swept towards the logistics team outside the city.

But another wave of change, as complex as a kaleidoscope, enveloped him!

Ah, finally finished writing. Tomorrow is the end of the month, so I'll take a day off as usual and use up my leave slip. Next month, I'll probably only be able to manage 3000 words a day at most. I'm sorry everyone, I'm just too useless.

Chapter 275 [The Strongman] and [The Illusionist] 2

Outside the town of Miles, in a sparse cypress grove.

He picked up a handful of golden, crispy potato biscuits with his large brown hand and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them with a crunching sound.

Holger sat on a dead tree stump, casually wiping the crumbs from his mouth, and idly watching the officials fiddling with complex alchemical instruments beside him.

"If you ask me, instead of waiting here, we might as well go to town and have a good fight!"

"Come on, I think this is better." Edkin smiled and lowered his voice. "Making money so easily, there's nothing more comfortable than this."

“If every job in the future is this simple and well-paid, you will soon be able to buy several farms and settle the tribes.”

“You’re right, I hope so.” Holger grinned as he thought of the bright prospects his companion had described.

Although the Federation provides some subsidies to indigenous tribes, it is only enough to maintain a basic standard of living. If they want to improve their lives, they still have to find their own way. With the future of two or three hundred people on their shoulders, even with the income level of superhumans, it is still a lot of pressure.

"Why is the fog getting thicker again?" Beverly ignored her companions' whispers and, dutifully, surveyed the area, frowning as she looked around.

"Not much different from before, right..." Simon, the mixed-race guy, followed behind her, glancing enviously at the two old hands slacking off. He also wanted to eat snacks and chat leisurely.

Even when manpower is tight, special departments cannot entrust all security work to a few outside helpers. In addition to the group and the civilian staff operating the equipment, there are more than a dozen fully armed combat agents scattered around for vigilance. Among them, several of them have faint psionic fluctuations, which are obviously some kind of superhumans.

Under these circumstances, he felt there was no need to be nervous.

"Hmm? It sounds like something is making a noise?" Beverly's ears suddenly twitched, and she paused in her alert steps.

"Pfft!" Amidst the gushing crimson fountain of blood, a round object tumbled and fell, spinning twice on the ground before revealing a bewildered face.

A headless body dressed in a black suit slumped down.

"Enemy attack!" After a moment of deathly silence, an angry roar rang out. Everyone present was rigorously trained and reacted immediately, unleashing a barrage of bullets.

Surprisingly, this counterattack, which could be described as extremely swift, did not achieve any substantial results other than leaving a few drops of blood on the bodies of fallen comrades.

Beside the corpse, a thick, humanoid black aura silently swallowed the bullets and floated lightly towards the group!

The palms of the two official superhumans shimmered with light, and icy spears and dazzling lightning bolts shot out.

However, a pair of claws wrapped in blue electricity made a turn in mid-air and grabbed at a bespectacled office worker.

"That's fake, it's real..."

A flash of cold light cut off Beverly's anxious warning, and another head flew off.

Miss Druid rolled back in excruciating pain, feeling as if she had grabbed not flesh and blood, but a cold, steel mountain.

A tall, blurry shadow emerged from the void, a bloodstained dagger was raised, and in an instant, like a ghost, it crossed a distance of more than ten meters and slashed fiercely at the red-haired girl who had seen through its whereabouts!

"Clang!" The sharp butcher knife tore through the denim bag, sending sparks flying from the hard object inside.

A dark, single-edged battle axe unfurled the tattered cloth, deftly twisted and pulled, deflecting the enemy's weapon, and then slashed away with fluid grace.

The knives and axes clashed violently again, producing a crisp metallic clang. Both sides swayed and took a few steps back.

Having successfully blocked the pursuit, Holger showed no joy on her face. Just a moment ago, she had used a secret technique that briefly enhanced her strength once a day, and with the advantage of the weight of her weapon, she had barely managed to fight to a draw. It was clear that the enemy's strength was far superior to hers.

She knew perfectly well what was going on, but others might not. An official superhuman from the same physical enhancement side spotted the flaw, pulled out a thick alloy steel rod, and swung it at the back of the shadow's head with a whistling sound.

With a crack, the seemingly thin blade fell back down along with the heavy steel rod, smashing open the skull of the man who was trying to take advantage.

But his sacrifice was ultimately meaningful, as a dozen vines and a clump of slime suddenly flew over, freezing the enemy's figure for a moment.

The still-shaken crowd finally got a clear look at the attacker.

His tall and muscular figure was over two meters tall, making his tattered blue-black denim overalls bulge out. Judging from the old style of the clothes, they were at least twenty or thirty years old. Through the hole torn open by Beverly's lightning claws, chunks of dead gray muscles bulged up like rocks, full of explosive power.

His face was completely covered by a withered, yellow, wrinkled human skin mask, revealing only his empty eyes that emitted a deathly, eerie gaze.

Before he could break free of his restraints, the black steel axe and the oak staff arrived together, accompanied by the clear sound of a zither and a barrage of force field missiles!

"Don't just stand there, everyone! Charge!"

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"This is really troublesome!"

A five-inch-tall golden vertical pupil floated above its head, its pale golden light surging out like waves. The zombie skeletons crawling out from under the messy tombstones, along with their resting place, instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

The light and shadow flickered and shattered, replaced by an abandoned old house overgrown with weeds.

Golden light shone down again, and the abandoned old house was unveiled like a scroll, revealing a lush and secluded forest behind it.

Beyond the secluded forest lies a rugged mountain foothill, and beyond that, a desolate wasteland swept by wind and sand...

"You son of a bitch, are you never going to stop now?!"

Zhu Mingyao angrily cursed, and after fighting for a while, he estimated that he had only walked a hundred meters or so at most.

The enemy behind the scenes is truly skilled in illusion magic, layer upon layer, seemingly endless, and cunningly knows that he dares not release large-scale destructive spells within the town, thus keeping him entangled until now.

He also tried to use various exorcising and dispelling spells to bypass the illusion and interfere with the caster, but the opponent did not seem to belong to the traditional dark demons. Instead, it carried some of the unique power of nature's myriad phenomena and was highly resistant to such spells, leaving Zhu Mingyao feeling somewhat at a loss.

He vaguely sensed the fierce battle erupting at the logistics team's location outside the city. Gritting his teeth, he rapidly circulated his five internal energies, forming the Five Thunder Finger with both hands, which he raised to the sky. A fierce resolve hardened within him.

—You asked for this!

"The True Lord of the Realm, whose might shakes the Nine Heavens. Holding the Three Pure Ones in his hands, treading upon the Nine Mysteries. The Three Heavenly Warriors, slaying countless demons, dare any monster or evil spirit appear before me..."

I'm so sorry everyone, I've run out of drafts, and I've been incredibly busy taking care of my child during the Chinese New Year holiday. I'll probably only be able to update once a day this month. Let me save up some drafts, and I'll see if I can resume next month. I really can't get the perfect attendance bonus anymore.

Chapter 276: Not Yet Complete

As he chanted loudly, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the dark night sky. A vast and majestic aura enveloped the area, like a giant net covering the entire town.

Do you want everyone to die with me?

The shrill voice, like a dangling iron needle, was filled with shock and anger. Feeling the pricking pain on its back, the cunning enemy, hidden deep within, finally began to panic and revealed itself for the first time.

"Through countless eons of day and night, we investigated and traced the source. The ghosts vanished, and human lifespans were extended."

"Hurry, hurry, as commanded by the Jade Purity True King of the Divine Firmament!"

Ignoring the other party's threats, Zhu Mingyao hastily issued an edict, and endless golden divine lightning descended like a torrential rain, cleansing every corner of the surrounding area inch by inch. In an instant, most of the town was immersed in a bright sea of ​​light, and the night seemed to suddenly turn into day!

Such a concentrated attack would naturally have difficulty avoiding civilians and buildings.

An elderly man, startled by the noise, had just pushed open the door when he felt a slight tingling sensation on his head. Several strands of silver hair floated up against gravity, and then arcs of electricity struck him in the face, turning him into a human-shaped ball of sparks.

"You're a madman—!"

The illusion shattered instantly, a sharp, shrill scream rang out, and a small, brownish-green body fell out of the void, trembling as it transformed into a wisp of dim gray smoke, which then flew towards a corner of the town.

Ignoring the wailing of the defeated dog, Zhu Mingyao waved his hand to summon the five ghosts to chase after him. He took two deep breaths, barely suppressing the surging true qi and magic power after casting a spell beyond his level, and his figure swayed as he headed towards the battlefield outside the city.