The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

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"Damn, that's why you can't believe in cults. They're so damn fake. If you keep believing, you'll end up being the sacrificial lamb."

"Hey bro, here's a reading comprehension question: What's the key point in the sentence 'Overthrow this corrupt world'?"

I understand, the key is "who" overthrows it, not "overthrowing" itself.

"The classic minor villain dies just before he's about to reveal a crucial clue."

"But what's the use of this clue? It's already a life-or-death situation; either the cult leader dies, or the Prison Mirror team dies."

"To be honest, out of the three bosses, this one is the only one who feels a bit like a villain."

The first two bosses were either a righteous boss or a corrupted boss.

The other is a monster that has lost consciousness and been corrupted by evil.

Finally, we've encountered a boss who can talk and even utters classic villain lines.

"But this boss looks so fragile. The girl in the military cap is definitely its natural enemy; she's way too strong."

Mu Jing felt some understanding for such a cult leader.

After all, in the original work, the root cause of the countless paths to destruction in this world lies in the inherent contradictions within the human race itself.

In addition, the demonic forces themselves are also very powerful.

And they are not mindless; they know how to divide and seduce.

True strength is not about the reckless use of power or strategy.

Instead, different proportions of strength should be applied at different times, in terms of power and strategy.

"Hehe♪♪"

A girl's cheerful humming rang out.

Just as the red mist was sliced ​​into pieces by the sharp blade of musical notes.

Mu Jing has changed his original posture.

He carried Xuehua on his back.

He knew that the battle had only just begun.

It was divided into countless fragments of red mist of varying sizes and shapes.

It tumbled and scattered in the air.

Just when everyone thought the red mist would be defeated as before,

The fragments that were cut apart did not disappear.

They stretch towards the sky, quickly surpassing the height of the surrounding trees or buildings.

As the red mist continued to gather and expand.

A huge, blurry humanoid silhouette began to appear.

Its limbs, torso, and head are all made of swirling red mist.

Its edges are blurred and distorted, exuding an aura of violence and evil.

"It's power! I've finally felt that overwhelming power again!"

The red mist roared in anger.

The roar was like a thunderclap, accompanied by a gale, sweeping into the forest.

The wind howled sharply, like countless invisible blades.

It cuts the branches and leaves of the trees with a sharp "whoosh" sound.

"snort!"

Eryin pressed down on his military cap, tilted his head back, and looked disdainfully at the giant in the red mist.

As Er Yin finished speaking.

"Sizzle—"

It sounded like cloth being ripped open.

A tyrannical sonic force stirred within the mist like a ferocious beast out of control.

next moment.

Within the red mist, a musical note with a shimmering blue light appeared out of thin air.

These notes were like lit fuses, exploding in an instant!

The red mist was completely disrupted.

The original human form has completely disappeared.

All that remained was a chaotic, churning red wave.

It churned wildly in the air, emitting a mournful "whoosh" sound.

However, Mu Jing did not let his guard down.

Because in the next moment, all the red mist gathered together again.

Furthermore, the red mist was even more intense in color.

It formed a humanoid silhouette that was even larger than before.

"Hahaha! This is power! Infinite power!"

At the same time, within each district.

In the narrow streets, the firelight reflected off the wielding blades.

A group of people with bloodshot eyes resembled wild beasts devoid of pain.

They kept howling:

"For freedom!"

"For the real world!"

"For an infinite lifespan!"

"Don't even think about covering my mouth again!"

"Only blood has shown us that the world is an illusion!!!"

"A single spark's blood can start a prairie fire!"

In front of them was a defensive line composed of countless riot shields and batons.

The red-eyed man at the very front was struck hard by the riot shield, making a dull thud, and his body staggered backward.

As figures fell one after another, the defensive line continued to shrink.

As uniformed figures swiftly emerged from within the defensive line, countless red-eyed figures had their arms twisted.

Even so, his arms were tied behind his back.

One by one, the red-eyed people were pressed firmly onto the cold, rough ground.

Its face was covered in gravel and dust, but it was still struggling.

"Waaaaah..."

A hoarse, broken roar came from his throat.

Their mouths were covered with white tape, rendering them unable to speak.

However, the saliva mixed with blood and foam kept spraying onto the tape, gradually turning it bright red.

Some of them stared intently at the uniformed man in front of them.

Deep within his pupils seemed to burn with crimson flames, glaring angrily at the world.

the other side.

A dark and damp prison cell.

The ground was covered in a thick, dark red bloodstain.

A prisoner was still using his last bit of strength.

Slamming his forehead against the cold concrete.

However, the expected "thump!" sound of someone kowtowing did not occur.

Several prison guards wearing heavy protective suits had already forcibly broken open the cell door.

They pounced on him, the two men pinning down the prisoner's wildly twisting shoulders and back.

One person used a gloved hand to forcefully insert it between his forehead and the ground, placing an emergency protective pad underneath.

He was furious and roared:

"Sacrifice me..."

However, he hadn't finished speaking.

One person has been rendered speechless by specialized head and mouth restraints.

the other side.

On the edge of a towering, abandoned building, the night wind rustled the thin clothes of a believer.

He opened his arms as if embracing the void.

He looked down at the chaotic city.

His face held an expression that was both chillingly calm and wildly passionate.

Just as his body leaned slightly forward, on the verge of losing his balance, he was in a critical moment.

The assault team members, who were lying in ambush on the rooftop behind the building, rushed out like arrows released from a bow.

One person lunged at him, grabbed his legs, and dragged him backward.

Another person grabbed him around the waist, and the two of them together pulled him away from the edge of the high-altitude sky.

However, the moment he was dragged, instead of screaming in terror, he burst into laughter:

"I will...ascend! I offer..."

Before he could finish speaking,

His mouth was already tightly covered.

Even so.

His gaze as he looked up at the night sky was still filled with a twisted, martyr-like ecstasy and anticipation.

The entire city.

Thousands of such incidents continue to occur.

Countless red-eyed people are asleep.

I was suddenly awakened by the snap of my fingers.

Then her mouth was quickly covered.

He pushed her down onto the bed.

at the same time,

The place where Mu Jing and others were.

And those dozens of humanoid silhouettes resembling red mist seemed to be able to sense them simultaneously.

"The younger generation is truly formidable. My plan, which I have been scheming for so many years, has been wiped out in a single day, and even the chance to become a demon has been nipped in the bud."

"But you little brats don't even think you're worthy of fighting me."

"Since that's the case, then you can all die!!!"

In an instant.

The wind blows.

Mu Jing steadied himself firmly.

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