I slay evil in the Department of the Supernatural

Chapter 121-120: The Birth of the Evil Realm, the Heroic Zombies (Bonus Chapter 2 for Alliance Leader Gui)

Donghua Villa District.

Inside the soundproofed interior of a luxurious villa, the lighting is dim and ambiguous.

Eugene, the bard of Sequence Nine of the Heroic Path, was standing in the center of the room.

He wore a well-tailored dark black tailcoat with a patterned bow tie at the collar and crisp white cuffs.

Every detail was meticulously arranged, like an elegant gentleman from the old days of the Federation, indeed like a poet.

At that moment, he was holding a slender, gleaming silver paintbrush, like a scalpel, and reciting a modern foreign poem with deep, magnetic voice.

The poem is beautiful and the rhymes are exquisite, as if it were praising the nobility and purity of a goddess.

Your skin is as flawless as fresh snow, and your eyes hold the entire starry sky.

"Oh dear...

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His tone was gentle, and his eyes were focused, as if he were truly confiding in his beloved.

However, in front of him was a long table in the center of the room.

The young woman he affectionately called "my lover" was tightly bound by chains, her body covered with fine cuts and eerie dark red wax drips.

Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were unfocused, and she was whimpering intermittently. Tears mixed with blood soaked her temples, and her expression was full of despair, regret, fear, and pleading.

She was filled with immense regret.

Why did she abandon her loving husband and choose to go with this seemingly wealthy, gentle, and elegant foreigner?

This person even claimed to be a prince from an ancient small country in the Federation, promising her a life as a princess, but in reality, he was a demon in human skin.

"Don't be afraid, my love!"

Eugene gently lowered his paintbrush, the sharp tip slowly grazing the woman's shoulder, leaving a fresh bloodstain that looked shocking against her fair skin.

His voice grew even gentler as he recited the poem, even trembling with ecstasy: "How understanding you are—afraid of burdening your incompetent husband with suffering, you chose to travel with me, bringing me such wonderful—emotional value."

"—I wish to use the most devout strokes to eternally etch your beauty—this will be a masterpiece penned by God!"

The pen tip roamed, outlining twisted patterns on the woman's skin, like some kind of evil ritual totem.

With each cut, Eugene's eyes shone brighter, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up. That almost sinister, fanatical sense of pleasure seemed to overflow from every pore.

Just as he was engrossed in it.

"Buzzing..."

The cell phone on the table next to me suddenly vibrated.

Eugene paused, his brow furrowing slightly, as if he were a believer whose ritual had been interrupted, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

He put down his paintbrush, walked slowly to the table, and glanced at the word "Weasel" displayed on the screen. His expression darkened slightly.

"You'd better have something important to say—otherwise, I'll tie you up here too, you damned bastard."

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He answered the call, his tone remaining as composed and elegant as ever.

The voice of a gray weasel came from the other end of the phone, though its tone was slightly cold: "Sir, the welfare center—it's been attacked by wandering spirits! The hyena is dead, I—I escaped, please come quickly..."

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Before the words were even finished, the communication abruptly stopped, and a busy tone came through.

"A wandering spirit!?"

Eugene held his phone, his elegant expression freezing instantly.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he was about to turn around and leave almost immediately, but his steps suddenly stopped.

wrong.

The gray weasel's tone was too calm and composed, lacking the terror of a near-death escape and the usual ingratiating quality.

"Has he already been in trouble?"

Eugene quickly called back.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Still a busy signal.

His face darkened completely, his gaze no longer elegant and affectionate, but swept over the dying woman on the table like a venomous snake. He snorted coldly and picked up the blood-stained paintbrush again.

He was very cautious and did not rush out the door. Instead, he walked quietly to the heavy, specially made door, listened carefully for a moment, and then slowly turned the lock.

"Click."

The door was pushed open just a crack.

He walked out of the heavy doors of the office building and into the outer hall.

call!

A pale, ghostly figure suddenly lunged in from the shadows outside the door like icy water, aiming straight for his face!

Eugene's pupils contracted sharply, but he didn't panic. He suddenly uttered a short, sharp syllable, his voice like a blade slicing through the air: "Silence!"

In an instant, the pale ghostly figure that lunged at him seemed to have hit an invisible sound wall, its form suddenly stopped, and it passed right through him, failing to possess him.

However, at that moment, a scythe suddenly slashed down fiercely, its blade emanating a cold, extraordinary aura.

Go straight for his neck!

"When?"

Eugene's mind went blank; he had been so oblivious to the person beside him that he only realized it when the other person got close.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and suddenly he flung out his paintbrush, which was as sharp as a knife, bursting forth the second verse: "Stop!"

The moment the syllable fell, the paintbrush wrote a string of federal symbols in mid-air.

The sickle slashed at the characters, but it seemed to sink into a sticky quagmire. The ghostly energy gathered on the blade was as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand, and its speed suddenly decreased.

Finally, it collided with the paintbrush with a clang, and with a "ding" sound, it bounced away amidst sparks flying.

A cold glint flashed in Eugene's eyes, and seizing this fleeting moment, the rhythm of his lips and teeth changed abruptly.

A deep and seductive melody flowed out like a dark spring, his voice seemingly hiding countless fine hooks, each word and phrase read in the Federal script, like poetry and incantation: "Thorns grow from the ground, binding their feet."

An iron cage descended from the sky, locking his body.

In the past, even a cornered beast would fight; now, a prisoner binds himself!

Every ten steps here is a cage!

Story Weaving: A Caged Beast!

Suddenly, countless invisible threads seemed to appear in the air, wrapping and tightening, trying to completely lock down the movements of the strange scythe-wielder who was so difficult to lock onto.

Even more insidious is the spiritual erosion that seeps into the opponent's consciousness along with the rhythm of the music, distorting murderous intent and disrupting judgment, as if weaving a illusory chapter of "the prey trapping itself."

However, at the very moment when the syllables in his mouth were about to change and the attack was about to begin...

Xu Lindong, who was standing opposite, suddenly raised his head. Beneath his mask, his pale lips split open, revealing menacing, interlocking zombie fangs.

"howl!!!"

A piercing scream, tearing through reason, suddenly exploded from the shadows of the hall!

Ghostly Howl!

That was no ordinary sound wave, but a chilling impact that penetrated the eardrum and pierced into the brain.

Enveloped in the bloodthirsty ferocity unique to the zombie sequence, it was like thousands of ice needles bursting out inside the skull!

Eugene's chanting was immediately weakened by the impact.

Although the melody remains, it no longer poses a strong threat.

"A ghostly howl? How is that possible?"

He groaned, his eyes glazed over for a moment, and then he suddenly realized that the other party was not a simple Sequence 10 zombie, but a Sequence 9 powerhouse whose extraordinary power was close to his own.

Only then could he use the power of Sequence Ten, which forcibly disrupted the story melody of Sequence Nine.

In the instant his consciousness waned.

Xu Lindong's black-robed figure flashed in front of him like a ghost.

A strangely shaped, curved blade, a straight razor blade, appeared in his hand, its body gleaming with a sinister light.

There were no unnecessary movements, not the slightest hesitation.

A flash of light!

Eugene was horrified and immediately raised his paintbrush to block.

But the next moment.

The paintbrush was snapped in two with a "crack".

scoff!

The dull thud of flesh being torn apart and the crisp sound of bones breaking erupted simultaneously!

Eugene's shoulder and a small part of his upper body were sliced ​​off diagonally by this knife, and he fell to the ground instantly!

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream finally escaped his throat.

His remaining body staggered backward, blood gushing out like a waterfall, splashing a shocking red arc in the dim light of the room.

Xu Lindong held a knife in one hand and a copper bell in the other. His gaze behind the mask was cold. The razor blade trembled, and beads of blood slowly dripped down the edge, exuding a sinister aura.

"jingle!"

The copper bell rang suddenly, and the ghostly claws of the wandering spirit had gripped Eugene's retreating body like icicles!

Ghost Claw Suppression!

Eugene froze, his movements stiff as if frozen, and he opened his mouth to make a sound.

"die!"

Xu Lindong's eyes flashed with a cold light, and without hesitation, he slashed again to meet the attack!

call!

The straight blade tore through the air, its edge gleaming with an eerie light, carrying a ferocious sharpness that ignored all defenses, and swept across the center of Eugene's torso.

laugh! !

As the blade flashed, the body was split in two!

The bard, a Sequence Nine of the Foreign Heroic Spirits Path, was powerless to resist when he manipulated wandering spirits as a corpse driver to assist him.

At this moment, the severed body did not fall, but was instead devoured by the dark aura emanating from the scraper, as if falling into an abyss.

"This black aura... is it the nascent form of an evil realm?!"

Xu Lindong's mind stirred slightly. "So this sub-artifact only gives birth to the Evil Domain after killing a transcendent being. No wonder there was no Evil Domain of the mother artifact... It seems it has grown up now."

At this moment, a pitch-black darkness spread from the blade, instantly engulfing Eugene's corpse, then solidified and expanded in return, transforming into a sinister and evil domain.

Once the Evil Realm was formed, the shadowy figures of evil power gathered within it gradually coalesced into a cold weapon, which was held in a stiff hand.

The arm rose, and a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the evil realm. His form was as faint as mist, and his expression was as empty as a puppet. It was none other than Eugene.

He stood like a puppet in the center of the evil realm, holding a weapon in his hand, his eyes filled with only deathly stillness, having already been assimilated into the evil creature.

Now, the razor blade in Xu Lindong's hand has become the mother weapon of this newly split offspring weapon in the Evil Domain, and he can directly control this offspring weapon in the Evil Domain.

His expression was indifferent; in playing the role of a corpse driver, his emotions were suppressed to a very low level, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

He immediately stepped into the evil realm and released the razor blade from his hand.

Suddenly, a woman with long, flowing hair appeared beside the scraper. She wore a brownish-red tank top that looked like dried bloodstains, jeans, and bright red high heels.

It was none other than Yan Zhuang, the former owner of the Golden Phoenix Hair Salon.

However, this figure was also faint and indistinct, only appearing in the Evil Domain. It was clearly like Eugene's figure, but it was formed by the power of the Evil Domain and was not a physical entity.

"Within the evil realm, the razor blade can be used by them to help me attack enemies. These two are the derivative tools of the evil creatures."

She possesses some of the power she had in her previous life; however, the Golden Phoenix boss lady is an ordinary person, which is equivalent to having no power at all.

But this bard... endowed the new vessel with even more wondrous powers.

Xu Lindong instantly understood the state of the two people inside the Evil Domain.

However, at this moment, he already felt that the power of the evil domain seemed to be helping the straight-edged knife to try to resist the constraints of the Tower of Babel.

They've really grown too big for their britches and are getting a bit cocky.

Xu Lindong stepped forward and grabbed the noodle-scraping knife and another tool.

Eugene and Yan Zhuang vanished instantly, and the evil domain transformed into black mist that swirled around the scraper.

Xu Lindong casually sent both knives into the Tower of Babel, where they remained imprisoned.

This strange object may seem calm, but it's very useful.

If it weren't for the suppression by the tower, he would have easily turned against him, and those two derivative tools might have immediately chased after him and started hacking at him.

At this moment, his consciousness entered the Tower of Babel to examine the newly appeared log records and the messages from the split offspring.

[Latest Incident Handling Log]

Event: Rescuing children from the clutches of evil, eliminating several ringleaders, and collecting evidence of their crimes.

Merit income: 550

Current merit balance: 9880

Although killing Eugene cost him 300 merits, he had recovered over 100 merits by sending the Grey Weasel into the tower, and with the judgment of eliminating the chief culprit, his merit balance increased rather than decreased.

His consciousness continued to examine the messages from the newly split child organs.

"Straight knife for shaving face (Origin: Tunnel Sequence 8, Son of the Underworld Class Evil Object)"

Usage conditions: Activate the shaving blade tool, and then you can use the tool's blade.

efficacy:

Cut: Can inflict an undefendable cutting damage on Sequence 8 and below (the degree of damage varies depending on the target's strength).

Assistance: Within the evil domain of the Scratching Blade, it can assist the evil spirit of the Sequence Nine [Bard] in combat, possessing 70% of its former combat power.

"The offspring that continue to split off from the original offspring are called offspring of the original offspring, but they cannot split off any further..."

Xu Lindong suddenly realized that only the true mother artifact imprisoned by the Department of Mysteries possessed the ability to continuously split into daughter artifacts.

The daughter organ has only one chance to split.

However, that's enough.

His previous judgment was correct: if the useless weapon is killed with a straight blade, the resulting offspring will inevitably lack power.

Now, the son of Ziqi can transform into combat power in the evil realm, and the figure of the bard can assist in the battle, which is already quite powerful.

He then checked the information about the evolved straight blade for scraping.

Sure enough, an extra column appeared.

"Evil Domain: Once activated, it unfolds into an independent, evil, and dark domain. Within the Evil Domain, the Scraping Blade and its offspring can be wielded and used in combat by derivative evil spirits formed from the power of the Evil Domain."

The derived evil spirits inherit some of their former abilities (depending on their strength in life), are controlled by the holder, and can enhance the power of the offspring through the evil domain.

The evil realm itself also possesses the effects of suppression, erosion, and reversal of distance and direction.

"good!"

Xu Lindong nodded, his consciousness exiting the Tower of Babel.

He took off his mask to catch his breath, then turned around and searched the luxurious villa.

They found a considerable amount of stolen goods, including cash, gold bars, luxury watches, and even level-two extraordinary drugs.

There is also irrefutable evidence that the Compassion Welfare Society colluded with evil foreign forces.

"This evidence, along with that accomplice employee, can be sent to the police station."

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"I'll use the two bottles of Level 2 Extraordinary Potions myself. As for the money, I'll keep it and donate it to the children at the Compassion Welfare Society when I have the chance. It's the kind of assistance they deserve."

Xu Lindong looked at the numerous gold bars and Xia Guo currency, remaining calm.

Even though he's now a heartless zombie, he still knows what he should and shouldn't take.

Of course, he wouldn't hand it over to the police department.

That's something only a sheriff in his capacity would do.

Now, all he wants is to be a chivalrous zombie who does whatever he wants and lives free from the law.

For matters that the police department cannot directly punish or cannot punish thoroughly, it is appropriate for him to handle them personally in his capacity.

Xu Lindong found a bag and packed all the valuables into it.

He then put the faceless man's mask back on and went into the secret room inside.

The room clearly has a custom-made portal.

He couldn't get in before, and he only managed to lure Eugene out with the help of his clairvoyance, which allowed Grey Weasel to make that phone call.

In the center of the room, the woman was still locked to the table, her body in a terrible state.

She seemed unaware that someone had come in, and just lay there trembling, waiting for the next round of torture to begin.

Xu Lindong raised his hand and waved.

The sickle flashed coldly, and the chain snapped instantly.

"Don't trust these foreigners again next time, and don't go back to harm your husband."

He tossed out a cold reminder and turned to leave.

The woman was startled, feeling the chains on her body snap. She turned her head sharply at the sound.

Only a mysterious, cold figure was glimpsed, disappearing into the shadows outside the door—

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