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Seeing the two remaining agents hesitantly raise their assault rifles and wave them wildly at the black gun barrels of the chasing and fleeing agents, seemingly wanting to fire to help but afraid of accidentally injuring the girl, Zhu Mingyao reached out and pressed down.

"Don't worry, go and treat the wounded as soon as possible, leave this to me."

After saying that, he glanced at Quinn, who was running around the field, and laughed and cursed:

"I was just about to praise you, you're really ruthless!"

To scheme against us, you've practically peeled the skin off your own head. Are you perhaps planning to relive history?

Didn't white scalpers do it thoroughly enough? So you just took matters into your own hands?

This satire was extremely malicious, making fun of someone else's ethnic pain. Normally, Zhu Mingyao would never have said such a thing. Having grown up under the red flag in his previous life, his moral standards as a teenager far exceeded the average level of federal society.

But seeing all the dead and wounded on the ground today, he smiled, but he couldn't suppress his anger!

Upon discovering that the other party could devour the victim's heart and tongue to disguise and change their identity, Zhu Mingyao realized why the traces left in the town's police station were so strange.

This beast must have first killed the officers on night duty in the detention cell, then disguised himself as the victim to ambush other officers, and then called the black sheriff Griffin who was out on a mission, tricking him into coming back and killing him as well. He was determined to kill everyone without leaving a single one alive!

During this process, he may even have been playing cat and mouse, changing the faces of different police officers and chatting normally with the female police officer on duty in the lobby, Sunny. That's why Sunny was completely unaware of the strange occurrences that were right next to her during the several hours of the crime.

Zhu Mingyao could even imagine that bizarre scene:

In the dead of night, his colleagues, who had been chatting and laughing just moments before, vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving him seemingly all alone in the small building.

They cautiously searched, only to find, in room after room, their long-dead, cold bodies...

In this situation, even the most resilient person would probably break down and ask themselves – who was it that was just laughing and talking with me?

This is downright psychopathic!

Zhu Mingyao viciously defined the superhuman criminal in front of him.

Killing is not an end!

He found it utterly disgusting to toy with other people's minds like this.

Moreover, given his abilities, if he escapes today, he will likely be difficult to capture again in the future.

The evil magic that changed form could obviously use the victim's body to hide its aura and evade detection spells, so neither he nor the two diviners noticed anything amiss until they were brought right in front of him.

In order to prevent further victims and to avoid future retaliation from this clearly mentally unstable individual.

We must keep him here today!

As Zhu Mingyao made up his mind, he activated the methods he had secretly laid out earlier.

He wasn't standing still, but not to contemplate life!

Tiny, pure white specks of light drifted down from the sky, filling the surrounding space in an instant.

The tiny specks of light felt weightless on everyone else, causing no particular reaction, but the reaction was quite different when they encountered the two people chasing each other in the arena.

When the light dust touched Michelle's golden armor, it was directly absorbed, gathering more and more, merging and expanding together. Before long, it formed a faint halo behind the girl, making her look like a divine general or spirit in a mural in a palace or temple. Combined with Michelle's youthful and beautiful face, it made her appear even more magnificent and solemn.

As the halo unfolded, Michelle seemed to receive some kind of blessing, becoming more and more courageous in battle, and the golden whip in her hand swung faster and faster.

Conversely, the ferocious wolf head floating behind Quinn gradually weakened, becoming blurry and indistinct like a poorly tuned television program.

With one increase and the other decrease, the situation quickly shifted.

The [Divine Blessing Incantation] is combined with the [Altar Consolation Incantation].

The former is used to assist in invoking the gods and spirits, while the latter is used to purify the altar and expel evil spirits. At first glance, the two are just ritualistic spells and have nothing to do with combat. However, the effect of combining them is actually better than some killing techniques.

If it were those worldly, formally trained superhumans who treat the words in books as golden rules and only know how to rigidly cast spells, their chaotic minds would probably not be able to make sense of the relationships between them even after a long time.

But in Zhu Mingyao's mind, the logic behind this was crystal clear.

Michelle's current state is due to the incense and divine artifact she offered up, which can be seen as inviting a deity to possess her. She can most likely benefit from the buffs of the [Divine Blessing Technique].

The [An Tan Curse] can dispel evil spirits, and the wolf spirit manifested on Quinn's body seems to be targeting it.

Perhaps it was the magic-free environment of their previous life that inspired people's imagination about extraordinary powers.

As a former tabletop role-playing game player, Zhu Mingyao had quite a few related creative ideas in his mind. He played many tricks back then, such as using the siege crossbow to backstab, the bard to seduce the boss, and the greasy spell plus the blazing glue.

Having transmigrated here and learned magic, he's become even more unrestrained—there's no DM to punish this troublemaker now!

Even though his cultivation level was temporarily low and he couldn't come up with many ideas, he still managed to experiment with quite a few unconventional techniques.

For example, last time in Corin Manor, we used the [Purification Technique] instead of the Undead Immobilization Technique.

For example, the [Laojun Divine Spell], which he usually throws around and uses as a magic dispelling spell, is one of Zhu Mingyao's research results.

This is just a small test!

Seeing that the girl had completely gained the upper hand, he laughed and charged forward with his peach wood staff.

"Come on, girl, let's kill this bastard together!"

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Chapter 98 Retreat from the enemy

By this time, the Native American shaman Quinn was already in a terrible predicament.

In the short time it took to fight, he had used every means at his disposal, but neither his original shamanic magic nor his recently acquired flesh magic could withstand more than two rounds against that strangely shaped golden staff.

The evil fire and black smoke were easily dispersed into a sky full of fireflies, and the flesh-and-blood spear was casually smashed into a pile of minced meat.

Even if it's a mental illusion that deceives the senses, the opponent will instinctively see through it and then strike with a stick.

The tamed wolf spirits trembled in fear, hiding in the shadows behind him as if they had seen their natural enemy. If he hadn't been pushing them so hard, they probably wouldn't have dared to show their heads.

If he wasn't careful, he was brushed against the shoulder, and immediately felt an excruciating pain. The bones at the injury site were clearly shattered. If it weren't for his newly acquired supernatural ability to manipulate his body, he wouldn't be able to lift his arm right now.

Even so, a strange energy with a sacred aura remained firmly entrenched in the wound on his shoulder, constantly seeping into his body and interfering with his movements.

When the strange light dust fell, it strengthened the opponent and suppressed him. With the balance of power shifting, the situation became increasingly precarious, and he almost got his head smashed by that girl's stick several times.

Already in dire straits, Quinn saw the Eastern sorcerer about to join the attack from both sides. He knew that this surprise attack had failed and that if he didn't retreat, he would likely lose his life on the spot.

Although he was mentally deranged, he still had his intelligence; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to devise such a trap. Now that the situation was dire, he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to fight to the death.

He first gave everyone a fierce look around, as if trying to memorize their faces.

Before Zhu Mingyao could arrive, it let out a long howl, and pieces of flesh and fat scattered on the ground exploded at the same time, turning into wisps of filthy black smoke, carrying a nauseating stench of corpses that swept over.

At the same time, he waved his hands repeatedly, and a strange wind rose from the ground, raising a large cloud of dust. From the dust, five or six dark wolf shadows darted out and attacked the crowd from different directions!

Seeing that the enemy seemed to be fighting desperately, Zhu Mingyao turned and leaped to the side to dodge. He unleashed his ghostly soldiers, sword energy, and staff, frantically killing all the attacking Shadow Wolf Spirits. Although he was not afraid of them, the standard equipment worn by several special agents might not be enough to withstand them.

When the black smoke dissipated and the dust settled, Zhu Mingyao looked again and saw that Quinn had vanished without a trace. In the dark wilderness in the distance, only his sinister voice could be heard:

"Just wait, I might visit you sometime as your family or friend..."

How dare they threaten me! They're courting death!

Zhu Mingyao sneered inwardly.

He wasn't in a hurry to chase after them, but instead turned around to check on the wounded, because nothing was more precious than human life.

Besides... Zhu Mingyao glanced back at the distant rolling hills, his gaze cold and stern.

Did the other party think he could escape?

……

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Charles clutched his chest, curled up like a shrimp, and groaned and gasped in pain, sounding as if he were pulling a broken bellows, with fine pink foam constantly seeping from his mouth and nose.

The enemy's two heavy blows not only broke his right arm but also shattered a large part of his sternum. It is estimated that his lungs were also seriously damaged, and he has suffered severe internal bleeding.

If he hadn't been a mid-level cadre in a special official department, and hadn't always carried two defensive amulets to mitigate some of the damage, he would probably be hand in hand with the agent on the ground with the broken neck, meeting his maker.

Fortunately, the Special Investigation Bureau is always well-prepared with supplies. This time, in order to protect the key new recruit "Prophet," they also brought several sets of precious medical supplies, which are at least enough to support them to go to the hospital for emergency treatment.

While untying the "drawing a circle around oneself" binding Charles and Ms. Lisa, Zhu Mingyao helped the only uninjured agent retrieve emergency alchemical potions from the bus and administer them to the wounded, all while taking in the current situation.

The casualties are heavy...

Of the four armed agents, one was dead, one lost an arm, and one was unconscious. The team leader, Charles, was seriously injured. Apart from himself and three other superhuman advisors, the remaining ordinary people were almost completely wiped out.

His face was ashen. He glanced at the two ladies who were slowly approaching, then raised his hand and grabbed at the air. Michelle's majestic golden armor flowed like water, gathering into a small golden talisman two or three inches long, which landed in his hand.

As the golden light faded and the strange phenomenon subsided, Michelle, who had just been so proud and arrogant, as if Jeanne d'Arc had possessed her and Mulan had been reincarnated, instantly lost all her aura and collapsed to the ground as if she had no bones.

Fortunately, Zhu Mingyao reacted quickly and caught her around the waist; otherwise, given the sharp, knife-like pebbles scattered on the ground, the girl's delicate bottom would probably have been bruised and battered on the spot.

Michelle, however, disregarded her aching and weak body. Drenched in sweat, she half-reclined in Zhu Mingyao's arms, her almond-shaped eyes glazed over, her face flushed. She gripped the boy's arm tightly, shaking it repeatedly, and excitedly exclaimed:

"What is that stick you gave me? It's amazing! I feel like I've turned into an angel, about to fly away!"

Zhu Mingyao broke out in a cold sweat and glanced around nervously.

Girl, please be clear and avoid any ambiguity! With your expression like that, it makes me feel like I've done something wrong...

He muttered to himself, but offered a brief explanation:

"This is a unique magical artifact made by my teacher, called the [Spirit Official Seal]. It was specially sent back from China for me to protect myself. It can... well, just think of it as summoning a virtual guardian deity to possess me..."

...However, now is not the time to talk about that!

Seeing Ms. Lisa approaching out of the corner of his eye, Zhu Mingyao straightened his expression, adopted a polite demeanor, and helped the young woman to her side.

Feeling the wonderful sensation lingering on his hands, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but secretly admire her. "No wonder she's a former high school cheerleader; the flexibility of her waist is amazing..."

"Mr. Zhu! We must evacuate immediately!"

A hurried question from the side interrupted the romantic thoughts that had been swirling in his mind.

His expression turned solemn as he took over Lisa's words.

"Of course, madam, that's my idea too. None of us are good at healing-related supernatural abilities, so we must transfer Charles and the others to the rear immediately!"

"However—" Zhu Mingyao changed the subject, pointing to the scattered communication equipment beside him and saying in a deep voice:

"You guys go back first, I'll go help the troops at the front!"

Before Ms. Lisa could persuade him, Zhu Mingyao spoke first:

"As a seasoned fortune teller, you should have a feeling that today's attack is a bit strange. I can tell you with certainty that there's something wrong with old Bob up ahead..."