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However, since it's a monkey version of magic, it naturally has its drawbacks, namely... its duration is quite limited!

His gaze swept over the fallen, white ashes scattered around. The incense in his girlfriend's hand was already more than half burned. He could only hold on for another five or six minutes at most before he had to pack up and leave.

Zhu Mingyao's mind was racing, but the battle on the field did not pause for a moment because of it.

The foul-smelling, dark red blood gushed out like a torrent, the coarse black fur was severed one by one, and the steel-like body of a high-level werewolf was ripped open. Then, a large amount of dark liquid covered it up. Before its cockroach-like regenerative ability could even take effect, it was corroded into a lump of rotten flesh.

The deity, dressed in plain clothes, had a jade-colored canopy above his head. His hands held two beams of silver-white light that pulsed incessantly, sharp and unstoppable.

A celestial child in a brocade robe shrouded in mist danced with a black dragon banner, while the flowing black water appeared both real and illusory.

The Yellow Court Inner Landscape, with its five internal organs, body, and spirit all working together, kills the enemy, causing them to wail and flee in all directions.

"Back off, back off, keep your distance, trap them, and call for outside help!"

Blake hid on the perimeter, shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to disrupt the enemy's will to resist.

"You can't escape. If you surrender now and sign a sworn oath to serve us here, you'll have a chance to regain your freedom in the future..."

"Are you telling the truth?" Unexpectedly, the defense formed by the spiritual light suddenly collapsed and retracted.

The other party was actually stupid enough to believe his nonsense? Blake felt his brain momentarily freeze, then instantly turn into ecstasy.

"Of course, I guarantee it in the name of the federal government..." He waved to signal the attackers to temporarily withdraw, and began rattling off empty promises, while secretly frantically dialing his communicator to summon outside help.

"You kidnap innocent people so that you can resurrect this monster, right?"

A question came from afar, and Blake's voice faltered. Just as he was about to open his mouth to make a sophistry, thousands of blinding white lights burst forth, causing them to cover their eyes and howl in pain.

A strong sense of crisis rose in his heart. He forced open his tear-blurred eyes, only to be horrified to find that the enemy had all retreated far away at some point. Only the ethereal figure of the young man stood in the center of the square, stroking the remains of the Wendigo King.

"Alright then, no need to serve later, I'll help you catch up on the work now and bring this thing to life!"

Taking advantage of the brief time he gained, Zhu Mingyao quickly learned everything from his companions and came up with a solution.

Amidst a loud laugh, hundreds of talismans, purely formed from shimmering light, flew out and affixed to the body of the enormous monster.

The next moment, two red lights, filled with endless wildness, greed, and hunger, suddenly lit up!

Chapter 359 To make the party lively, you need to invite more people.

"Fire! Fire! Forget everything else, unleash heavy firepower and kill them all!"

High-explosive rockets mixed with alchemical potions rained down, whistling with death, exploding into thick smoke and sparks. Had the cave not been specially reinforced, it would have collapsed entirely long ago.

The raging energy, like an invisible giant hand, tore apart the forest of ice pillars and destroyed the rocky plaza, yet it could hardly shake the withered and emaciated giant demonic body.

A massive, bone-white claw, the size of a single bed, suddenly shot out, sweeping left and right with unstoppable force, grabbing a guard who was a little slow to dodge and stuffing him into its mouth.

The short, agonizing scream, mixed with the creaking of bones breaking, vanished in an instant. Nourished by the fresh blood, the monster's ashen, festering skin gradually began to heal, and its deep, terrifying evil aura grew stronger.

With a long, drawn-out breath, a raging gust of wind swept towards the monster's mouth. The skeletal deer skeleton then unleashed a torrent of icy breath, as black as ink, which shot out in a cone shape. The black mist quickly dissipated into clouds, and the Wendigo derivatives scattered on the ground seemed to hear a command, shaking off the remaining ice crystals and stiffly rising to join the chaotic slaughter.

In an instant, blood and bits of flesh rained down!

"Hey! Why are these guys attacking us too?"

The cold, sharp light shifted three times in an instant, drawing a large, flowing Z-shape in the air, shredding the attacking enemy into pieces. Seona's tone betrayed her surprise.

The young man, whose figure was barely visible as he heard the beautiful older woman's complaint, shrugged as he watched the summoning time run out.

"Time is too tight, don't expect too much. I'm already doing well if I can barely activate it." He gave an awkward smile, pointed his sword straight to the sky, and the golden-robed fairy boy materialized by [Spleen Spirit Always Present] transformed into a beam of earthy yellow light and suddenly smashed into the top of the cave.

"Don't worry, everyone, I have a backup plan!"

"None of you will survive!" The venomous curses echoed, followed by Blake's maniacal, grotesque laughter. "Ha, ha, fine, everyone die, let the secrets of this place be buried together, that's my final act of loyalty to the Federation..."

Zhu Mingyao gave a cold sneer, then sneered and winked, saying, "Sorry, your loyalty is about to be ruthlessly shattered by this annoying brat!"

"Sharing happiness is worse than enjoying it alone. Let's make this party even more lively!"

The central Earth element (戊土) is responsible for relocating and clearing mountains!

Before the words were even finished, the entire cave shook violently, and countless sand and stones crashed down like a celestial river pouring down from the bottom!

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In the deep darkness of night, the streets of Brooklyn are sparsely lit, with a few cars occasionally speeding by, leaving behind a trail of blurry lights, as if someone were chasing them.

This is the survival wisdom accumulated over a long period of time by the simple and hardworking people who live here:

—At this moment, even homeless people will choose a secluded corner for peace.

As for those idlers still wandering the streets, apart from the gangsters looking for temporary income, there are only those talkative black guys who rely on their natural camouflage to engage in small businesses involving chemicals and natural plants. We law-abiding citizens are better off keeping our distance.

Unlike ordinary people who are still clueless, those gang members are always more informed. They sensed something unusual from the recent series of disappearances and therefore chose a more secretive transaction location.

A dim ray of light shone down from the manhole, and the powder and cigarettes had just completed a fair transfer of ownership.

As he climbed the rough, rusty iron ladder of the sewer, a satisfied smile spread across his dark face. His heart was already soaring to a familiar nightclub where he could dance with beautiful women.

Just then, a series of ripples came. He looked down in surprise and saw countless insects and rats crawling out of various corners and holes, frantically fleeing in a panic.

"Is there an earthquake?"

Before the drug dealer could react, the sewage in the ditch suddenly sank, and several deep crevices abruptly opened. A cold, malevolent intent gushed out like a fountain, forcefully invading his mind.

The filthy mud and foul water splashed everywhere. The man fell limply, screaming, and thrashed wildly in the filth. Judging from his rolled-back eyes and drooling appearance, he would need to do at least one or two hours of "street dancing" to regain his senses.

Coincidentally, besides this unfortunate soul who was too deep underground and was the most affected, countless people in the surrounding tens of square kilometers of neighborhoods were awakened from their sweet dreams, bewildered and terrified.

And in a far more distant place, certain beings with extraordinary senses also noticed the anomaly…

A giant dragon of steel and cement spans the East River in New York, connecting Manhattan Island with the working-class neighborhoods. Under the bright moonlight, its majestic outline appears and disappears, and the river water beneath the bridge shimmers with a silvery, dreamlike luster, like a sleeping sea of ​​dreams.

The Federal Museum of Natural History stands majestically on Eighth Avenue, surrounded by prominent bright yellow warning signs. It has been closed for renovations for two or three weeks now, and drivers and pedestrians are familiar with taking detours, creating a rare moment of tranquility.

Beneath the imposing, rugged Roman-style columns, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked out of the gate.

A group of officials and agents who had been waiting nearby immediately swarmed around him, anxiously and expectantly surrounding him, their posture extremely humble.

“Mother Eileen, may I ask…” The white-haired museum director’s voice was hoarse, his hands were covered in veins, and he unconsciously crumpled his tie into a messy ball, which was quite impolite for someone of his status.

It's no wonder he lost his composure. The problem here might not be a big deal for others, but if something went wrong, he would be the one primarily responsible.

"Please do not worry. Thanks to the blessing of the Most Benevolent and Merciful Virgin Mary, the matter has been resolved perfectly, and none of the museum's artifacts have been damaged." The frail old nun smiled gently, and a pure white light seemed to flow like water through her deep wrinkles, illuminating her aged face with a kind and compassionate expression.

She gently raised her hand, and an irregular golden artifact shone brightly under the streetlights. The ancient and eerie Egyptian hieroglyphs on it seemed to be slowly wriggling, but they were enveloped by a layer of pure, crystal-clear holy light, and helplessly stopped their mischief.

"The high priests of ancient Egypt were truly accomplished in the realm of life and death. A broken artifact, separated by thousands of years, could still unleash a wide-ranging artifact-animation spell. It's truly an eye-opener for an old woman like me," Sister Irene said with a witty laugh.

"It's good that it's resolved, it's good that it's resolved..." The old curator's mood suddenly plummeted. He leaned against the granite pillar, took off his glasses, and wiped them with trembling hands.

The matter is both complicated and simple. As the Federation's premier cultural institution, it is normal for it to have a vast collection of artifacts, including items involving supernatural powers.

There are supposed to be relevant testing procedures, and valuable or dangerous items are usually taken away by federal officials in advance and replaced with counterfeit ones.

But who could have imagined that a mere oversight would cause such a huge mess?

Ever since this strange fragment of gold was placed on display, every night all the exhibits in the museum have been brought to life!

A Tyrannosaurus Rex fossil struts proudly, while a wax figure of President Roosevelt gallops on horseback.

Van Gogh's famous paintings grew hands and feet and ran all over the place; Da Vinci's sculptures jumped off their bases and hid here and there.

Although these things were negligible in actual combat against powerful individuals, the superhumans supported by the Federation were all stumped, saying they couldn't handle such delicate work.

It's common knowledge that destruction is easy, but protection is difficult. The string of zeros in the value behind those things could be fatal!

Therefore, in response to the thorny situation of being hesitant to act rashly, the authorities put in considerable effort and specially invited the Catholic Church's top expert, the only one of only two Stigmata holders in the world, Aunt Irene, to come and help. Only then was the problem resolved without damaging any precious artifacts.

“Look, this thing…” A high-ranking intelligence chief stepped forward, gazing longingly at the gold fragment. Given his status, he didn’t care about precious works of art, but a powerful extraordinary treasure was a different story.

Sister Irene remained calm and casually handed over the gold piece, saying, "Even heretical creations have their value. I hope you will use them for good."

Indeed, he was a person of high moral character and great prestige... The man accepted the gift with a beaming smile, a string of flattering words already tucked into his mouth.

However, at that moment, the nun, who was of noble character and highly respected, suddenly changed her expression and turned to look into the distance.

"call!"

The next moment, a fierce wind and blinding light swept the onlookers into rolling gourds on the ground.

A milky-white holy light surged up, and right before everyone's eyes, it transformed into a magnificent rainbow, tearing through the night sky of New York!

Chapter 360 Holy Light Slays Evil

Whenever that great fireball, radiating boundless light and heat, moves below the horizon, countless shimmering lights quietly illuminate the North Atlantic coast, where 41 degrees north latitude and 74 degrees west longitude intersect, resembling a cluster of dazzling stars.

With its ever-changing neon lights and a sea of ​​lights, this top international metropolis with 800 million permanent residents should rightfully display its unparalleled prosperity to the world with unparalleled pride.

Newcomers are naturally overwhelmed by the sights, but those who have lived here for a long time have seen all the diverse cultures and strange occurrences. They pride themselves on being well-traveled and knowledgeable, and no amount of bizarre sights can easily move them.

But at this moment, from the impeccably dressed financial elites just stepping out of the hotel to the carefree men and women strolling the streets, everyone looked up at the sky, stunned by the dreamlike image!

"God...are you revealing something to me?"

A trembling groan escaped from the devout believer's throat.

That's a magical scene you only see in big Hollywood blockbusters:

A thick, white rainbow, as thick as a train, stretched across the sky from north to south, descending from Manhattan Island to Brooklyn, reflecting the clouds in the night sky in seven colors. It was as if the Norse gods, hidden in Asgard, had once again cast a rainbow bridge down to the human world, and the bright and soft light instantly overshadowed all the city lights.

At the top of the white rainbow, the boundless wings, like clouds hanging from the sky, carried a holy angel phantom soaring through the air!

Slightly different from the common images depicted in church murals and sculptures, the faces of angels have lost some of their ethereal and otherworldly quality, and have gained a peaceful and vivid humanity, just like a kind old lady next door, making people feel only kindness and approachability.

However, those within hundreds of meters of its landing point were all overwhelmed by an immense and boundless power, their minds blank as they prostrated themselves on the ground, like mortals awaiting divine judgment.

Fortunately, the newcomers were not targeting these innocent creatures. An invisible force pushed them aside, and the bystanders floated up lightly and landed steadily in the distance.

The angel's shadow solidified with each inch it descended, until it was as solid as a crystal statue when it approached the ground.

As a solemn and dignified atmosphere spread, the rhythm of the entire neighborhood seemed to come to a standstill. The lights of apartments, shops, bars, and many other buildings began to sway and tremble before going out one by one, as if paying homage to this angel.

At the same time, the smooth road surface cracked layer by layer, and the black asphalt, pale cement, and bluish-black stones turned into dust in turn, with extremely fine dust dispersing into mist.

Immediately following, the thick soil writhed and rolled, and the hard rock layer suddenly opened up, revealing a dark and deep sinkhole. The angel of holy light, head down and feet up, with its arms raised, rushed in like a bright comet, without stopping for a moment!

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