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This Halloween night is destined to be remembered for a long time.

The noise here has just subsided, while the commotion elsewhere is in full swing.

"Whoosh!" A scorching pillar of fire swept across, leaving a bright trail that ignited a large amount of construction equipment. The wooden walls crackled and spewed thick, choking black smoke.

A flash of dark purple light, and Holger charged through the raging fire, his arm muscles bulging. With a powerful swing of his axe, he tore open a huge gap of two or three meters in the crimson shield-shaped scale armor.

Before the fierce female warrior could even rejoice at her successful strike, a huge ball of flame suddenly erupted from beneath the enemy's wound, striking her squarely in the face and sending her sprawling backward. She rolled back, smashing a smiling McDonald's mascot into pieces, scattering plastic fragments all over the ground.

"You three bastards, didn't you say that the vital point of a dragon is its lower jaw?!" Holger pushed off the ground with his strong arms, used the momentum to flip over and jump up, wiped away his charred black hair, and cursed at his teammates with lingering fear.

A dozen or so thorny vines twisted and coiled, briefly binding the tens-of-meters-long, two-winged fire dragon. Taking advantage of this moment, the sorcerer Simon freed his hands and offered up an elemental shield along with an apologetic wry smile:

"We also got our knowledge from books. In this day and age, who has ever seen a real dragon?"

"Besides, we'll have to try it to see if the weaknesses of the animated puppet are the same as the original!" Edkin said, sweeping his harp strings and firing several Thunder Arrows that detonated the fireballs spewed by the dragon.

"Damn it! Are you using me as an experiment?!"

Tired of arguing with his unreliable comrades any longer, Holger's tattoos shimmered with blood as he activated his innate Berserk ability to boost his energy resistance, picked up his wheel-shaped axe, and charged forward once more.

Despite her outburst, she knew in her heart that the bard's words actually made some sense. Just a few minutes ago, the imposing behemoth before her was a decorative object made of steel bars, glass, and plastic, perched atop a maze-like haunted house in an amusement park.

In their previous adventures, although they had seen similar artifact-animation spells, they had never dealt with such a powerful and advanced item. It was only natural that they would try to gather information by probing multiple times.

If the summoned creature is this powerful, its owner must be even more troublesome. Luckily, a powerful figure accompanied us this time...

With a quick glance, she saw a sharp, dark golden sword light trailing a yellow figure surrounded by flames, moving swiftly around the battlefield.

Chapter 288 Halloween Night of Horror 11

"This guy isn't alive."

Henk frowned slightly, and swung his ancient longsword repeatedly.

The sharp golden cross cleaved through the swirling protective flames, leaving a deep wound on the enemy's muscular, bare chest.

Even after suffering such a severe blow, the yellow-skinned man with a thick braid trailing behind his head remained agile and unfazed. While quickly leaping and dodging, he stroked the dragon-shaped relief on his wide belt and even had the energy to summon red lanterns with human faces wrapped in flames, which, together with the strange wooden puppets that occasionally popped out from the corners, launched a counterattack.

The ferocious golden dragon was incredibly lifelike, its claws outstretched as it coiled and flew about. At the same time, a red fire dragon in the distance, imbued with the power to bring objects to life, also began to dance, fiercely pouncing and biting, engaging in a fierce battle with Beverly and her four-person team.

Seeing that there was no flesh or bone in the other person's wound, but instead wisps of murky smoke, the seasoned veteran quickly guessed his true identity.

"Let the flesh be the flesh, and the spiritual the spiritual; neither should walk in the same land!"

The vast, holy white light spread out in concentric circles like surging ocean waves, and the man who was directly in its path immediately trembled violently.

Like a painting splashed with a bucket of water, his brass-like chest, ochre-red trousers, and magnificent body suddenly became blurred and indistinct.

"It is indeed some kind of lich-like spirit creature, only its transformation is extremely realistic." The half-blooded old knight was certain of this, and he continued to unleash the Holy Dispel spell, aiming to shatter the enemy's form and then completely annihilate it.

This worked perfectly. First, the human-faced lanterns exploded into a ball of fire, then the eerie wooden puppets with painted blush emitted a cloud of black smoke and scattered into a pile of parts. Finally, only the bare-chested man remained, raising his hands, which were covered with sharp metal finger cots, to hold up the black smoke and sparks as he struggled to stay afloat.

In the midst of battle, a single move can affect the whole situation. While he could barely hold out for a moment in one place, the outcome was quickly decided elsewhere.

Because of the operator's injury, the puppet dragon's movements became noticeably sluggish and slowed down. Several rounds of fierce attacks were easily dodged, and the dragon was instead left battered and bruised.

"Clang!" The two rows of sharp teeth, gleaming with cold light, missed their target once again. The red dragon let out a human-like growl, its lava-like fiery red eyes darting around, and suddenly opened its mouth as big as a car.

The howling air surged rapidly, and the powerful suction swept up a lot of debris, throwing it into its bottomless throat. Holger, who was closest, felt her body lighten and almost floated away. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and slammed her magic axe into the ground to use as a fulcrum, thus avoiding being pulled into the dragon's belly.

The suction grew stronger and stronger, like a sudden gust of wind rising from the ground. The amusement park buildings, which were already severely damaged in the battle, finally collapsed with a crash. Wooden walls and plastic posters flew up like withered leaves. The group had no choice but to temporarily stop fighting and use various methods to stabilize themselves.

As it swallowed large amounts of air and matter, the puppet red dragon's body gradually swelled up, resembling an overnourished four-legged lizard. A large red light flickered in its throat, gradually brightening, clearly indicating that it was about to unleash a powerful fiery breath.

Edkin, clinging to a lamppost, ducked to avoid a flying half-plastic chair. His gaze casually swept across the corner, and his face suddenly lit up with joy. "Hey, I've got an idea! Everyone come quick!"

He tilted his chin toward a collapsed barbecue restaurant, flicked his little finger on a lute string, and sent a sound wave into his teammates' ears via a group communication spell.

“Beverly, throw those things in, Simon, get ready…”

The tactical deployment happened in the blink of an eye. The next moment, a vine, like a tentacle, lashed out and wrapped around dozens of round, bulging blue steel cans. Mixed in with the debris, they were sent into the belly of the red dragon.

At that moment, a red light appeared, and a torrent of scorching heat was about to burst forth!

"Shield!"

The warlock Simon seized the opportunity and tapped his staff, and a crystal-clear five-foot-wide circular force field suddenly formed. Surprisingly, it did not surround him, but appeared in the dragon's mouth, entering with the airflow and blocking its throat.

"Boom——!"

The puppet dragon's belly suddenly swelled up, the immense pressure was blocked by the force field shield and had nowhere to dissipate, flames burst from its eyes, ears, mouth and nose, cracks appeared on its scales, and its body, like a balloon being rapidly inflated, finally exploded into pieces after reaching its limit!

"Fortunately, the restaurant stocked up on enough gas canisters for BBQ in order to cope with holiday tourists. Under normal circumstances, we probably wouldn't have enough 'ammunition'."

Edkin straightened his hair, which had been messed up by the shockwave, and made a joke in a relieved tone.

Holger yanked the axe out of the ground, kicking up a large chunk of cement, and glared impatiently at the ground.

"Stop talking nonsense, go and help take down that yellow-skinned guy..."

"Hey, hey, that's a racially discriminatory remark..." A gust of wind carrying the young man's voice swept over the group.

"Besides, you're brown too, sister. We're all people of color, why are you so eager to fight each other?"

The lighthearted, playful words rolled across his tongue as Zhu Mingyao strode forward, locking onto the shirtless, burly man locked in combat with the old knight. Upon seeing the man's appearance, even with his current superior physique, he felt a strong sense of nausea.

It's actually a Jin dynasty witch doctor with a money-rat tail! What a horrible sight! Instead of dying properly, he's been clinging to life until today!

Sensing the approach of the ominous star, the sharp-faced witch, dragging her braid, frantically grabbed her palm-width leather belt and shook it vigorously. The golden relief on it, the size of a teacup, transformed into a murky yellow evil dragon that soared up and met the approaching powerful enemy.

Hmph! Mere Earthly Fiend Illusion Techniques, let's see who the real dragon is!

Zhu Mingyao sneered, and his peach staff transformed into a five-toed azure dragon with fine scales and jade horns. With a single pounce, he slapped the evil dragon down, forcing it back into its original golden sculpture form.

The Azure Dragon's massive body crushed it, sweeping this long-forgotten feudal rubbish into the dust of history.

Picking up the golden dragon relief, blowing off the dust, Zhu Mingyao naturally stuffed the spoils into his pocket and nodded to the people who had gathered around him.

The system was far beyond the imagination of an old knight, and Henk simply dismissed his monster-stealing behavior as youthful enthusiasm.

"It's great that you arrived in time. There are still nearly a hundred innocent tourists missing. We need to hurry and rescue them."

A sharp, silvery light flew back from the depths of the amusement park, slamming the head of an old man into the ground.

"Slaying the toy maker of the [Terrifying Circus], the bloodthirsty alchemist—William Aston..."

Ignoring the system's reward notification, Zhu Mingyao let out a long breath.

"Don't worry, everyone. I've already rescued him. Except for this guy who was the slowest, the other monsters seem to have received some kind of order and have all retreated."

As if to provide a footnote to his words, the gray mist and shadows around them slowly faded away, and the bizarre amusement park, which had been distorted by some inexplicable magic, gradually returned to normal, with the faint glow of red and blue police lights shining through.

Zhu Mingyao looked around, his tone quite complicated: "Judging from the current situation, tonight's events are over... It's truly a case of starting strong but ending weakly!"

Chapter 289 A boring outcome, no winners 1

The bright sunshine poured down from the sky, gently caressing every inch of the city. Although it successfully dispelled a trace of the chill of late autumn, it failed to lift the gloom in people's hearts.

Outside the hotel restaurant's transparent glass wall facing the street, the number of pedestrians on the street was noticeably sparser. Whether they were tourists from other places or local residents, almost everyone looked on with fear, cautiously looking around, and hurrying past as if an invisible vicious dog was chasing them.

Nearly half of the shops along the road have put up signs saying they are temporarily closed.

After all, the "lively scene" last night was far too stimulating even for New Orleans residents who have pleasure-seeking ingrained in their bones. In such a short time, apart from those with a mentally robust spirit that has reached an extraordinary level, few people were able to adjust their mindset.

Black armored police cars, reflecting a dim, cold light, sped back and forth, fully armed with police officers, vigilantly patrolling every intersection. Several small dots hovered and loitered over the old city, which was usually known for its poor security. If anyone dared to take advantage of the chaos at this time, the snipers on the helicopters wouldn't mind venting their frustrations from yesterday.

The panic among ordinary people stemmed from the bizarre attack with its strong magical elements, while what astonished those self-important, skilled, and daring superhumans was another earth-shattering event.

"...Has the situation on your end really gotten that serious?"

Zhu Mingyao sat upright at the clean dining table, turning his gaze away from the street, his expression solemn and somewhat incredulous.

Madison's bitter and weak voice came through the crackling phone next to his ear.

"So I'm telling you, there's absolutely no need to come and visit. You're just asking for trouble. President Fiona's emotions right now are like a volcano about to erupt. The area around her residence has been completely sealed off, and all visits are prohibited. A few people who dared to sneak in and spy have already been caught and thrown into jail. Without someone to bail them out, they probably won't be able to leave alive..."

The girl's words revealed a deep sense of confusion and unease. The organization was almost completely destroyed overnight, and such a terrifying sudden disaster had a tremendous impact on her psyche.

Having likely experienced several life-or-death battles, which strengthened her will somewhat, she was actually quite calm compared to her companions.

In a corner of the manor ruins, the little witch waved a crimson wand about an elbow's length long. The soil on the messy, pitted ground churned up, and high walls rose up. Strange strings of brownish-yellow runes flashed by, and the soft, dark soil turned grayish-white and hardened, piecing together to form a temporary camp, blocking the view from the outside world.

She peeked out and saw that a significant number of the young apprentices, and even the adult witches, had blank expressions and seemed absent-minded. They were making frequent mistakes even with simple cleaning tasks, so she couldn't help but sigh and shake her head slightly.

Although most people are only injured and only a very small number are truly unlucky enough to die, it is not something that can be done overnight to fully recover their mental state.

Using a blind spot in the building to avoid being seen by others, the girl quietly continued her phone call.

"In short, this place will be completely sealed off for quite some time. We won't be able to go out anymore. You should go back to Los Angeles on your own. Okay..."

Seeing Zoe, who was standing on the wall setting up a defensive array, cough lightly and secretly make a hand gesture, she tightened her little face and quickly explained the question she cared about most.

"...That's all for now. The magic barrier needs to be raised soon. Remember, don't forget to make sure the authorities send over the promised bottle of the Fountain of Youth..."

The headquarters is mostly destroyed, and you're still thinking about that? You vain little brat, if you were my apprentice, I'd grab you and give you a good spanking...

The dial tone, indicating a blocked signal, came through. Zhu Mingyao grimaced helplessly and spread his hands towards the people around the table:

"Now that you all know the situation, what are your plans?"

Miss Druid and her companions looked at each other, their expressions somewhat bewildered.

Even though they were born into humble circumstances and received only a basic education, lacking any keen political sensitivity, like small animals before an earthquake, they could instinctively sense the impending turmoil from the witches' attack, though they didn't know how to express it for a moment.

"Is there a problem with this..." Holger cut off a piece of T-bone steak, put it boldly into his mouth, and then slowly and carefully chewed the juicy meat fibers, asking hesitantly.

Only someone as straightforward as her would have such an appetite.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't involve us at all," the woman said, swallowing her food and lowering her voice.

"To put it bluntly, with the power of large organizations weakened, local community workers may be able to receive more lucrative commissions."

Holger licked her teeth with lingering satisfaction. In addition to the extraordinary equipment she had received beforehand, the federal government had also deposited a considerable sum of money into their accounts. She was quite taken with the taste.

"Because power abhors a vacuum." A gentle voice came along with footsteps.

Henk, dressed in a simple black priest's robe and carrying a brown travel suitcase, came downstairs, smiled slightly at the group, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

"Would you like something?" Zhu Mingyao politely pulled out a chair.

"No need for formalities. The authorities have spent considerable resources and used high-level divination techniques to confirm that the monsters have fled far away. The matter here is now settled, and I need to catch my flight soon." Politely gesturing to everyone that there was no need for further greetings, the old knight gently sat down.

“The southern states, with New Orleans at their core, have always been the sphere of influence of witches and voodoo sects. Now that one side has suddenly suffered a major blow and the balance has been broken, other forces will inevitably try to fill the gap.” He paused and continued to explain.