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"You've guessed wrong. What I'm asking is... to completely destroy it before the church personnel arrive!"

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"Destroy it? Why!"

Zhu Mingyao snapped out of his immersive description and asked in astonishment.

“A powerful being whose primordial power is [Purity] is best at purifying evil spirits. How could they be so easily corrupted and demonized?” Lai Hengli said sharply.

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime. The Albi faction is just a marginal small faction. Even if a Saint-marked being is born by the grace of heaven, it will be difficult for them to maintain their autonomy."

Everyone has ambition, and the ambition of religious figures is to expand and glorify their sect. Therefore, they secretly engage in forbidden research that can only be described as blasphemous—to imbue the living with divinity, to achieve physical deification!

His words were light and airy, yet they carried a heavy, icy chill.

"The limitations between humans and gods are like an abyss. What those madmen created is a twisted and insane immortal evil."

But some people don't see it as a flaw and are eagerly waiting to imitate it... To deter those greedy individuals, this thing and the knowledge it involves must be completely destroyed, leaving not a trace!

Chapter 405 Mission 3

A gentle breeze is blowing, and dawn is breaking on the horizon.

Under the gentle caress of the hazy moonlight, the chirping of birds gradually awakening among the surrounding trees broke the tranquil air. The strangely shaped rocks, each seemingly imbued with the breath of life, appeared as if about to break free from their constraints and leap before one's eyes, displaying a transcendent and vibrant spirit.

Zhu Mingyao sat upright on a protruding cliff, facing due east and breathing deeply.

He stood atop the peak, absorbing the pure essence accumulated by the mountains and rivers over millions of years, his eyes gleaming with golden light, performing a movement that seemed to swallow the heavens and earth.

As wisps of ethereal purple energy entered his abdomen, a warm sensation immediately spread throughout his body. He guided the practice of fetal breathing within his body, and as the Qi flowed, he merged with the vast天地 (heaven and earth), as if every breath resonated with the universe.

Within the unfathomable sea of ​​consciousness, the pale golden reward numbers quietly emptied, a mysterious and pure aura surged into his mouth and nose, and countless tiny acupoints, like grains of sand in the Ganges, opened, giving rise to two hazy divine intentions.

【The Power of the Mouth】: The wisdom of the tongue allows one to understand the principles of destiny. This ability gives one the keenness to taste all the flavors of the world. Not only can one distinguish the constituent elements of every food that enters the mouth, but one can also instantly identify hidden harmful substances. Once they touch the taste buds, their harm will be immediately apparent.

【Nose God Soaring to the Dragon】: With a nasal passage that is connected to the spirit and the breath of a dragon that can track the soul, this supernatural ability grants a person an extraordinary sense of smell, capable of distinguishing hundreds of scents in the world, selecting the good from the complex and automatically rejecting the bad, ensuring that the body is not harmed by any poison. Moreover, their sense of smell is so keen that it can penetrate several miles, following the subtle breath of people, tracking their movements, leaving no place to hide.

Information about the two supernatural abilities flowed through Zhu Mingyao's mind. He took a deep breath, and his lively inspiration mixed with the fragrance of plants, creating a rich and vivid aroma.

With a gentle blow, the stale air accumulated in the body each day gathers and is naturally expelled with each breath.

The gods cultivated from the Huangting True Scripture not only possess their own unique abilities but can also cooperate with each other.

When the eyes and ears unite, they form the ability to see and hear, and when the mouth and nose unite, they form the ability to expel the old and take in the new. This requires no deliberate guidance and is always in a state of self-purification. In game terms, this is equivalent to solidifying mana regeneration and purifying two passive buffs.

Even though the Mother of Mist's combat strength was somewhat weak, her [Lord-level] life level was undeniably real. Combined with the various rewards she received from saving people, the rewards still allowed Zhu Mingyao to advance further.

He familiarized himself with his newfound abilities for a moment, then stopped practicing and took something out of his treasure bag.

The silver-gray metal foil, about sixteen-page size, trembled gently, and the faint light from the horizon reflected on its surface, giving it an oily, lustrous feel.

In the center of the rectangular foil was a blurry, mottled mark, which seemed to have originally been engraved with some kind of pattern, but was forcibly erased by an unknown force.

Just like in legends, many ancient and extraordinary organizations record the real names of their members in special magical artifacts, which can serve to restrain, protect, and provide knowledge of life and death. The Holy Church, being a millennium-old religion, naturally possesses similar methods.

This platinum parchment-like object is a page of a contract torn from one of its secret sacred objects, reserved for high-ranking and important personnel to sign and affix their seals. Now that the seal is gone, the meaning behind it is self-evident.

Zhu Mingyao traced the outline of the mark with his fingers, activating his powerful spiritual senses as a Golden Core cultivator, deducing the residual aura. Before his eyes, wisps of lines swirled and intertwined, and a phantom of a holy and elegant spiritual flower appeared.

Squinting at the sacred flower that symbolizes purity, Zhu Mingyao, whose normally healthy body was immune to all diseases, felt a sudden headache.

Breaking into a hellish alternate dimension and defeating the Fallen Stigmata holder at its core—that's a truly difficult task...

If it weren't for their repeated assurances that he only needed to try his best to find their true location before others, and they would naturally descend from afar to help him, Zhu Mingyao would never have dared to go.

As the saying goes, one becomes twice as strong when corrupted and three times weaker when cleansed. As fellow Saint Mark users, even though that person's strength is limited by age and background and is far inferior to Sister Irene's shrewdness and experience, it is conservatively estimated that he is at the [Scepter Rank], which is equivalent to a Xuanmen Yin God or Ghost Immortal!

His thoughts drifted back to that day, the reasoned and emotional persuasion of Henry Lai still echoing in his ears:

"...Including our chamber of commerce directors, experts from all sides will initially use spells to attack from the outside, restraining most of the power of the nascent hell. So the operation may seem dangerous, but the actual danger is limited."

You have already secretly mastered your destiny talisman. With the things we prepared, even if things change, you will be able to escape unscathed.

"What Aunt Eileen said makes a lot of sense. If it were just a single Holy Mark, that would be one thing, but what about... If the evil technology that grants immortality were to be leaked, what would those bastards at the top of society do? I think you understand..."

Zhu Mingyao pulled himself out of his thoughts, rolled up the platinum contract, and rubbed his temples in distress.

Infiltrate secret locations, confront powerful enemies, carry out sabotage, and prevent a major crisis from occurring. Why did I suddenly start playing Assassin's Creed?

I'm not good at action games... You should find someone else!

He had originally intended to decline in this way, but the reward offered by the other party, beyond the grand and righteous cause, was simply too tempting!

A monthly salary of 3000? Boss, you're not human! A monthly salary of 100,000? Boss, don't treat me like a human being!

Furthermore, given the extraordinary disaster that involves such a wide range of events and has such a profound impact, even if he only plays a minor role, the rewards he would receive would be absolutely generous, which greatly tempted him, as he was already used to spending money to cheat and neglecting his hard work in cultivation.

The final reason that convinced Zhu Mingyao came from his own experience.

Burning Centria… The young man murmured silently. Perhaps only I in this world know your deeper secrets, and another name.

--silent Hill!

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……

The gradually brightening morning light startled Zhu Mingyao from his memories.

At this moment, the moon's shadow was about to sink, but a sliver of white light had already appeared in the east. Then, the sun and moon shone together, announcing the magnificent sight of the sun rising.

With the help of the wind, the crimson clouds rolled and surged, like a vast and boundless ocean, magnificent and turbulent, sometimes forming surging waves, sometimes rising and falling tides. Amidst these churning clouds, one could occasionally see birds soaring into the sky, their figures weaving through the clouds like fish leaping in the water, free and agile.

As the soft morning light shone, a row of red-walled, blue-roofed houses in the mountain valley shook off the night and revealed themselves. Zhu Mingyao floated up, like a light leaf, and drifted towards the building.

A continuous stretch of low, bluish-gray walls encloses a large, rare flat area in the mountains, where rows of white oaks, green oaks, and short-leaved pines stand tall and robust, showcasing a long-standing cultural heritage.

The words "Welcome to Hob Manor" on the wide billboard at the main gate have been crossed out with black paint and replaced by a newly erected sign:

Qingquan Manor is a private property and visits are not permitted.

As soon as Zhu Mingyao's feet touched the ground, a burst of cheerful laughter greeted him.

Madison's face was flushed, and her soft, shiny blonde hair was glistening with moisture, as if she had just finished taking a bath.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to have found such a great place. You should have invited us to come and play a long time ago."

“Spring water brimming with spiritual energy is rare, and water suitable for hot springs is even rarer. Thank you so much for your hospitality.” Zoe’s eyes sparkled as she smiled and leaned forward, her neck, cleansed by the clear water, smooth and delicate skin.

As if infected by her, Madison's attitude also became dignified, and she nodded and thanked her earnestly.

"Hey, it was just a side job. The assembly date is tomorrow. This manor is only a few hundred kilometers away from Centria as the crow flies, so it's a good opportunity for everyone to rest for a while."

Zhu Mingyao exchanged polite greetings for a while, and only after the two of them turned around and went to eat breakfast with laughter did he scratch his cheek in confusion.

"We've known each other for a while now, so why are these two quirky little girls suddenly adopting the pure and demure style of well-bred ladies?"

Chapter 406 Mission 4

The Rocky Mountains, stretching for thousands of kilometers, are like a magnificent scroll painting across North America. Their majestic and vast scale and ever-changing scenery attract many adventurers who linger and are captivated by the wonders of nature.

But among those countless peaks, lakes, streams, and valleys, there are also secluded places that deter visitors due to factors such as transportation, geological environment, and ferocious animals.

Ultimately, not everyone can be like Bear Grylls and Ed Stafford, treating the wilderness as their own backyard and displaying the prowess of a true hero.

This remote valley near the border between the Federation and Maple Leaf Country is one of them. The winding mountain path that takes several hours makes it a place that few people ever visit.

Passing through the dense, overgrown branches, a pair of calfskin-tanned brown-black leather shoes seemed to descend from the sky like ghosts, faithfully carrying their owner through weeds and humus, gently stepping onto a sharp, jagged granite slab.

The owner of the shoes was a handsome young man, almost bewitchingly so. He casually glanced at the dilapidated holiday cabin in the middle of the woods, the bald eagle-shaped badge on his palm slightly reddening.

A dark, emerald light burst forth from the ground, which silently cracked and sank. There was no earthy smell as expected, and it felt as if I had stepped into another world.

chaos……

Vague and indistinct...

The space was empty and devoid of anything. The boundless gray-black space stretched out in all directions, with only a crystal-clear cube beneath one's feet sinking at a constant speed, like a gondola carrying visitors to an unknown destination.

Alex flicked his finger with interest, but the seemingly ordinary glass crystal wall did not react at all. Instead, it absorbed all the blood energy and mental power he released to probe, just like a thick sponge.

A shimmering, faint light drifted by, and an indistinguishable cube moved smoothly, gradually approaching.

Just as the two passed each other, wisps of smoke suddenly billowed from the seemingly empty cube, transforming into a hideous ghost face that roared.

"Hmph, lowly ghost." The sudden and terrifying transformation was enough to frighten an ordinary person into running away with their head in their hands, but in front of the vampire king, who could be called a dark giant, it only elicited a sneer.

But his smile quickly became slightly stiff.

A single glimmer of light flashed, then two glimmers of light flashed, and more similar things gathered together.

The black-furred werewolf, with a physique as robust as an elephant and bones as hard as iron, stared wide-eyed at the corners of its mouth, thick saliva dripping onto the floor. Even the unknown, strange crystal, with its extraordinary toughness, emitted wisps of white smoke under the corrosive influence of this saliva.

A girl with skin so soft it was almost translucent and bluish-green wore a ballet costume, her delicate feet barely touching the ground as she twirled, her movements as light as the wind. Yet, as she turned her head, no facial features, mouth, or nose were visible; only layers of round, sharp teeth, like those of a lamprey, emanated a deathly stillness, as if leading to the underworld.

An elemental spirit, its body crackling with violent lightning, yet its aura as calm as a deep pool...

A monster with a huge, crimson bat body and a skeletal skull head on its neck...

All sorts of bizarre and monstrous demons and evil creatures seemed to have been awakened from the abyss of darkness, revealing themselves in full force.

Each of them exuded a unique and powerful evil force. Even though they were individually much weaker than Alex, the combined oppressive aura made him feel a bit apprehensive, and the arrogant smile on his lips quietly disappeared.

...As expected of the ultimate base storing the Federation's secret power, Area 51 Arrow Labs, the Homeland Defense Agency, and even the renowned Special Investigations Bureau are all like kindergartens for children compared to it.

With such a sigh, he passed through an invisible barrier and stood steadily on a large, silver-gray platform.

"It's truly... spectacular."

The handsome young man's eyes reflected hundreds of silver pillars, neither metal nor wood, interlocking and forming a huge semi-circular structure, resembling a giant tree canopy.

The branches, as thick as skyscrapers, are tunnels connecting them; where the tree branches, as large as mountains, intertwine, are buildings that blend science fiction and classical aesthetics.

At the very center of everything, an indescribably magnificent tree trunk plunges straight down into the dark abyss.

Alex looked around and realized that the place he occupied was just an insignificant leaf.

A strange light flashed in his eyes, and he lifted his leg and walked towards the outside of the platform.

However, the next moment, his toes barely moved before he stopped, because a short, chubby arm blocked his way, followed by polite but distant words.

“Mr. Alex, we have been waiting for you for a long time.”

A middle-aged man wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses tilted his head to indicate something, and two assistants beside him silently lifted a long wooden box.